Loud guitar and screaming vocals blasted the ears of Tracy Weathers as she pedaled her exercise bike, her elephantine posterior wobbling back and forth with every pedal.
 
Her mind focused on combining each step on the bike with each beat to the music, her eyes not noticing the gaggle of skinny blondes standing behind her until the one in the middle pulled out her phone with a toothy smile and took a picture of Tracy's rear, a fire immediately lighting itself within the pred's mind the moment she noticed what happened.
 
“Oh, you did NOT just do that…”, she said aloud as she stopped her cycling and hopped off of the exercise bike, said bike rising a few inches now that the fat-bottomed pred was done weighing it down.
 
“Do what?”, the girl in the center said with a bit of sass.
“Take a picture of YOUR fat ass? Ugh, please! We honestly couldn’t care less.”
 
“Yeah; it’s honestly not even that big.”, the taller blonde on the left added.
“And the fact that you're so upset about it just makes it worse."
 
Tracy's knuckles cracked as she struggled to contain her rage; she could feel her stomach boiling like a kettle, eager to grind these punks into nothing but paste.
 
All that rage, however, caused a lightbulb to flash in her mind, sparking something of a creative flame instead of one of rage, albeit still as red as her hair...
 
“Alright…”, she said calmly.
“If you don’t want me around, why don’t you just kick me out?”
 
The three blondes stared at each other in confusion.
 
“Uh… okay.”, said the middle one.
"We're going to get the manager. Don't bother waiting here if you don't want; we could see your butt walking out of here from a mile away."
 
While the chief blonde was busy explaining her plan, Tracy was busy putting her own plan into action, casually waltzing up to the thirty-something-year-old woman behind her and grabbing the jump rope that hung on her side; before she dared to raise her voice in protest, Tracy calmly wrapped the rope around the back of her neck and gently pulled her across her workout set-up back to Tracy's main targets.
 
“Sure, I’m down.”, Tracy said casually.
“Why don’t we see him together?”
 
Before the blondes could react, the rope (along with the woman attached to it) was tossed at their collective form, wrapping around each of their necks before both ends were caught and pulled tightly in Tracy's grasp; with a single pull of her arm, all four of her victims moved at her will, each of them struggling to release themselves from their asphyxiating trap.
 
“Lady, I-“, the older woman struggled to say before the rope tightened around her neck.
“I don’t even know who you are!“
 
“Well, since I’m borrowing your rope…”, Tracy explained.
“I figured I should give you something in return.”
 
Much to the torment of the four women, Tracy pulled the rope down beneath her and shoved the girls' heads against her bare stomach, the ferocious gurgling going on within it filling the ears of all four girls.
 
“That is for all of you.”, Tracy said before dragging all four girls up to her face.
“I hope you all get to learn something out of this, now come on; let’s make things a bit more personal.”
 
At that, the fat-assed pred marched her way across the gym, dragging the four girls behind her as they struggled to keep up; a few patrons stopped, stared and even gasped at the threatening sight, though most knew best not to interrupt a pred like Tracy showing her soon-to-be snacks how she settles scores.
 
Well, except for one.
 
“Excuse me, Miss.”, said a mousy voice from beside the redhead.
“I- I- I don’t think that’s appropriate conduct for in here, uh-“
 
Tracy turned to her side to see a rather shrimpy woman wearing the uniform of a gym employee; her short brown hair was a stringy mess, her thick-rimmed glasses looked to big for her bright blue eyes, and the nametag on her chest reading "Elaine" was crooked if only by a little bit.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry.”, said the redhead as she leaned forward to match the older woman eye-to-eye.
“Did you wanna join them?!”
 
Elaine was visibly shaking as Tracy threatened her, the coffee in her hands coming dangerously close to being spilled on the ground; as predicted, the smaller woman nodded no, much to Tracy’s satisfaction.
 
“Good, now do me a solid and fuck off.”, the pred said through gritted teeth.
“Unless you want to be my seconds...”
 
Elaine simply stood and watched as the red-haired woman continued to drag her four victims by their necks into an unused exercise room before slamming the door behind her,
 
Judging from the shrieks of terror that were coming out of there, she figured it was probably best to avoid the malicious pred.
 
Probably...
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few minutes later...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Oh my God; stop, please!”, the former second blonde said desperately once her captor's massive rear was lifted off of her face.
“We didn’t even mean it. We were just making a joke, you fucking psycho!”
 
Tracy did little to respond to her prey's pleading request for mercy, simply looking back at her sniveling form while making sure to show off the limp arm that hung out of her mouth (belonging to the blonde's former number one) before sending it down her gullet in one powerful gulp.
 
A crude-
 
*EURP*
 
-escaped from Tracy's lips as she nonchalantly sat her fat ass back down on her last uneaten blonde (much to said blonde's chagrin) and tightened both ends of the plastic jump rope around her middle-aged prey's neck, nearly using the thing as a garroting wire before bunching up what rope she could and shoving it down her throat.
 
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding!”, said the older woman through gritted teeth as she wrestled against the binds growing tighter and tighter as they sank closer to the pred's stomach.
 
Just as it seemed as though the plastic of the rope was beginning to thin under her grasp, a sudden tug from within Tracy’s stomach finally sent the poor woman’s head directly into the pred’s mouth; from there, her fate was sealed, Tracy getting down on all fours in order to finish the job faster than the two blondes inside of her could.
 
As it turns out, having your food be eager to get out would leave them wanting any and all help by their side in order to escape, so Tracy didn’t have to do much work in getting her unfortunate gym-mate to join the blondes, all things considered.
 
Speaking of which...
 
Tracy looked back at the battered and bruised girl who'd laid beneath her, now currently trying to muster up enough strength to crawl away with having the pred notice.
 
“Please… I- I- I’ll do anything.”, the girl said with her hands raised in defeat.
“Just please, please don’t eat me. Please!”
 
Instead of responding immediately, however, the towering pred simply let gravity do the work for her as she fell toward directly on top on the pencil-thin blonde, her people-stuffed gut pinning the girl under its weight as Tracy looked her snack in her worried, worried eyes.
 
“Now why would I go and do a thing like that?”, the pred gloated, pressing her bloated form closer to her unwilling meal.
“Last time I checked, I’m the pred and you’re the prey, and if you are gonna act like prey like your little friends here, then I’m going to treat you like prey. Do you understand? Can you get it through that thick little fairy princess head of yours?”
 
The poor girl nodded vigorously in agreement, and yet something about the way she did it just seemed a bit… off to Tracy for some reason.
 
“Mmm, I don’t think you’re getting it.”, Tracy said casually, much to her prisoner’s dismay.
“Let me show you a little something…”
 
At that, the pred stood back on her feet and off of the girl, giving her some time to catch her breath as Tracy gave her a brief learning experience.
 
“All your little friends…”, she said to the smaller girl as she ran a finger around her stomach.
“Get to be gurgled up right in here.”
 
The blonde attempted to crawl away as the pred was busy presenting her now bare ass to her; a single kick from the pred onto her leg brought her attention to the deadly curves looming above her.
 
“And they all get to come back out right…”, Tracy continued before slamming her ass down atop the girl’s head.
“Here.”
 
Tracy clenched both fists as a powerful-
 
*FRRT*
 
-blew out of her rear directly into her prey’s face, knocking any and all fight out of her just in time for her to be the main course.
 
With another shove, Tracy forced her ass further onto her prey, engulfing her head completely within her bowels before getting on all fours and tugging her prey deeper inside of her.
 
“You, though, are a very special exemption.”, Tracy said with a grunt as more of her ass snack disappeared from view.
“I’m just glad a little bitch like you finally found something useful to do with yourself.”
 
Inch by inch, the squirming blonde disappeared between Tracy’s titanic ass cheeks, her skinny little legs swinging about as she tried to escape before they were finally pinned tightly to each other as their owner descended deeper into the pred’s bowels.
 
Eventually, with a satisfactory-
 
*POP*
 
-the last prey girl in the room was gone, currently snaking through Tracy’s intestines in order to join her friends.
 
Tracy, meanwhile, simply sat down upon her massive rump and cradled her squirming stomach as if it were her own child; casually picking some loose strands of fabric out her teeth, she took great satisfaction in showing a few obnoxious punks their rightful place.
 
Speaking of which…
 
*JIGGLE JIGGLE JIGGLE*
 
A certain sound came from the doorknob on the other end of the room.
 
"I think she's in here.", said the voice of Elaine before a jangling of keys signified to Tracy that the nervous employee was trying to get in the room.
 
And judging from the twin shadows that stood beside her by the door, she'd gotten company.
 
“Great…”, Tracy said as she hiked up her pants.
 
“Just in time for seconds…”
 
~~~
A few MORE minutes later…
~~~
 
A thunderous-
 
*BUUUOOOOORRRP*
 
-shook the walls of the gymnasium a bit as Tracy Weathers huffed and puffed her way over to the water cooler that stood against the gym wall, the multiple men and women in her stomach making it rather hard to move until she finally made her way to the machine and, not even bothering to deal with the miniature paper cups the cooler had beside it, began to drink straight from the tap.
 
Steadily, the water in the plastic jug disappeared inch by inch as the greedy pred sucked all the water she could from the thing before draining it within seconds, her insides letting out another crude-
 
*EURP*
 
-from between her lips once she finished, the prey in her stomach growing increasingly agitated at having that much water be dumped onto them.
 
Despite the riot currently going on in her gut, finally getting a refreshment allowed Tracy to breathe a sigh of relief as she rested her back against the wall beside the cooler, before a casual-
 
“Hey, Trace.”
 
-came from her side.
 
Tracy turned to her right to see none other than Natalie Kinuko, an amateur bodybuilder and fellow pred who liked to frequent the gym MUCH more than Tracy in order to shed any excess weight she got from her meals.
 
Standing next to her own bloated form, Tracy couldn’t help but notice that Nataly looked much more in tune with this environment than she did; sweat soaked through her grey tank top and glistened across her well-toned arms and legs, every inch of her body looking as picturesque as it possibly could.
 
“Hey, Nataly-“, Tracy began to say before a sudden kick from in her gut let loose a crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
“Who’d you get?”, Nataly calmly asked in-between sips of water from her own bottle.
 
“Eh, just a couple pe- *URP* -people…”, Tracy said with another crude belch.
"It's not like it's a big deal or anything- *HUUOORRP*"
 
Ever the skeptical pred, Nataly knelt down beside her friend's titantic gut and examined the bumps and bulges that the people within it managed to make on the surface.
 
“Looks like a lot more than a couple to me.”, she remarked.
“Did you count ‘em, at least?”
 
“Yeah…”, Tracy said, a bit unsure of herself.
“I think it was… seven…”
 
“Impressive!”, she said with a nod of approvement.
“You usually eat like this before lunch?”
 
“Eh, I skipped- *BUORP* -breakfast.”, Tracy said with a belch as Nataly got back up and stood beside Tracy again.
“Besides, they earned it.”
 
“I don’t doubt that.”, Nataly replied with a fix of her long, black, greasy hair and a few pats to her basketball-sized belly.
 
“Yeah, I got two this morning; one of those lovey dovey couples that usually come in here around New Year's? Guy decided to get mad at the girl in the middle of my rep session so I had to kinda…”
 
“Intervene?”, Tracy asked.
 
“You could say that.”, Nataly replied with a chuckle.
“Guess you could say I'm quite the matchmaker, huh? Check out the little lovebirds now."
 
Tracy looked over to see what Nataly was talking about; the Asian-American girl had never been the most curvy of peers, but still, it was hard to miss how much of a heft Nataly’s breasts were forming in her top.
 
Course, even her biggest DD’s were still small compared to Tracy’s permanent K-cups, but that was besides the point.
 
“Look a lot better on you.”, Tracy quipped.
 
“Thanks.”, the fit pred said back before bringing up something on her mind.
“Say, uh, no offense, but you know how MOST people who walk into a gym to LOSE weight? And, you know... NOT eat seven whole people and gain all the weight back and then some?”
 
“Right…”, Tracy interjected.
 
“Were you trying to LOSE weight or…?”, Nataly asked with a hint of cringe in her voice.
 
“I don’t know.”, Tracy said with a sigh.
“I was supposed to go out to dinner with Ramona on Sunday and I bought this RIDICULOUSLY cute dress to go in so I came here to see if I couldn’t fit in it a bit better and, well, you can see how well that went for me…”
 
“You serious?”, Nataly asked before leaning her head back to take a look and remind herself as to what Tracy was packing.
“Your ass look fine to me.”
 
“You’re just saying that.", Tracy said with a playful flick of her hand.
 
Nataly smiled to herself at Tracy’s dismissal; while the both of them were certainly bombshells in their own right, it was hard to deny the soft, pillowy curves that covered every inch of the bigger pred’s figure made her INSANELY more attractive to just about everyone, Nataly somewhat included.
 
“Hmm…”, the fit girl hummed to herself before an idea suddenly sprang into her head.
"So you need plans for this Sunday?"
 
"Yeah?", answered Tracy.
 
"I got a friend of mine that works at a SUPER cool place a few towns over.", Nataly explained.
"It's this little diner with a bunch of pine trees all around it and the waitresses are ALL preds."
 
"Get the fuck outta here!", Tracy playfully exclaimed.
 
"I'm serious!", Nataly replied.
 
“Do we know these guys?”, Tracy’s asked.
 
"Well, I know 'em, but I think you are gonna get along GREAT with those guys.", Nataly remarked.
"They are super chill and they've all got asses like yours."
 
"Okay...", Tracy replied in disbelief.
"Now I know you're fucking with me..."
 
"I'm serious!", exclaimed the fit girl.
"It's a little place called Noel's out in Placard; the service is great and the food? Not that bad!"
 
Before she could continue, a loud-
 
*DING*
 
-came in on her smartwatch.
 
"Ah, shit; still gotta catch a snack before I hit up my cycling class...", Nataly mumbled to herself as she looked at her watch before walking off.
"Hey, text me if you end up going; I wanna see what you think of the place.”
 
“Thanks.”, Tracy said back.
"Wait; are you sure I can take Ramona to a place full of preds?"
 
"Trust me; once they know you're a pred, they're cool!", Nataly called out.
"If I hear that they ate her, I'm eating that whole place myself if you don't get to 'em first."
 
At that, the muscular pred left to go find lunch, leaving Tracy alone with her thoughts and the remains of seven people still broiling away in her gut, their energy thankfully fading fast as Tracy pulled out her phone and looked up the restaurant Nataly was talking about.
 
Sure enough, her phone showed her exactly what Nataly had described; a small diner named Noel's that sat along a pine ridge just outside of Placard. The reviews seemed fine for a little place like that; no sign of any preds, though.
 
“Hmm.”, Tracy hummed aloud before a mighty shift of her insides brought her attention back down to her noticeably smaller stomach.
 
Well, “smaller” might not have been the right word to describe the fleshy gut; it was still more than twice as big as she was, but any outlines of her squirming prey had long since rounded out, leaving her with a spherical gut that bubbled and churned as it toiled over the hellish sludge the gym’s patrons had turned into…
 
All of which was going straight into Tracy’s curves. And her bowels.
 
Typical.
 
She stared back at her butt for a moment and could swear she could see the fabric of her sweatpants shifting across its mass as her ass grew fatter and fatter with each passing second.
 
It was a fascinating process, watching her already ginormous butt gain even more weight in real time, but not quite distracting enough to ignore the audible-
 
*TWANG*
 
-that came from her side.
 
Looking back in front of her, the pred was rather surprised to see her boobs acting in the same way as her butt, steadily becoming thicker and heavier on her chest thanks (at least in part) to the recent snapping of her bra.
 
Shocked her body was actively fueling the growth of something OTHER than her ass for once, Tracy cupped both breasts in her hands and squeezed, biting her lip slightly as waves of pleasure began coursing through her brain and the littlest dribble of milk began to leak through the fabric of her top and moisten her palms.
 
As well a far LESS little-
 
*FRRRRT*
 
-that came blasting out of her mountainous ass, quickly deflating her bloated stomach and enshrouding her form in a light green cloud of gas at the same time.
 
Tracy pounded her ass against the wall as more gas continued to escape out of her, the increasing lack of oxygen entering her lungs finally making the pred cough a bit as she waved the hellish stench away from her face; nearly thirty seconds passed before gave her some room to breathe, but not without leaving her with the overwhelming sense of needing to dispose of her prey.
 
Pronto.
 
As much as she would’ve LOVED to unload the hundred plus pounds of shit coiled inside of her onto the face of one of those preppy blonde bitches from earlier, there wasn’t anyone within arm’s reach that Tracy could’ve had take their place; plus she felt as though she’d bullied enough people for today.
 
Now was her “me” time, so, without much nor thought than that, Tracy pulled down her pants and crouched down, placing her hand atop the water cooler for balance.
 
She was going to need it.
 
With a forceful grunt, the first of many waist-thick logs of shit parted her pillowy butt cheeks and unfurled onto the floor, the still-bespectacled skull of Elaine Baxter quickly being buried by more worthless women churned into even MORE worthless waste.
 
If Tracy was looking to AVOID more of said women, however, she’d be proven wrong.
 
As if the pred’s grunting and moaning wasn’t enough to get people’s attention while she disposed of her prey onto the floor, the overwhelming smell of death steadily spreading throughout the room proved more than enough to get people’s attention.
 
Log after log of waist-thick shit emerged from between her cheeks and plopped onto the pile steadily growing behind her, each piece of waste riddled with bones and workout clothes of every kind just to remind her beguiled audience of what the pred girl’s food had been only mere minutes ago.
 
Eventually, though, the well began to run dry, as with one more push, the last of Tracy’s victims had departed her colon; the pred stood up from her spot with strained breath, taking advantage of her rather stunned crowd to grab a towel from the hand of woman standing beside her to wipe herself off.
 
With a breath of relief, the pred tossed the ruined towel on top of the miniature mountain she created and walked away, hiking her pants up past her inflated rear (as best she could, at least) and made her way out the door before anyone could stop her.
 
“What a workout…”