The soft sounds of gurgling that filled Judy Sebben's empty office were interrupted by a powerful-
 
*BANG*
 
-that came from the double doors being dramatically kicked open by Judy herself, loudly proclaiming herself as the mighty hero-
 
“Birdgirl!”
 
-as she did so.
 
"Good morning, Sebben & Sebben!", she said with confidence as she slammed her hands on her hips.
 
“Good morning, Judy!” came a loud, nasally voice from the darkness of the room.
 
The normally heroic woman took a cowardly combat stance to fend off this would-be attacker; with a flick of the lights, though, the voice was revealed to be none other than Judy’s dutiful (and possibly psychopathic) assistant Gillian.
 
Although something about her seemed a bit off today; more so than usual.
 
"Uh...", Judy hummed, her brain trying to process what she was seeing.
"Are you okay?"
 
"Doing- *BURP* -great as always!”, the peppy girl said with a crude belch.
“Is there any reason I wouldn’t be?”
 
The red-haired boss took a look at her employee, her stance still ready for combat should the situation require it.
 
Her usually pencil thin body was now considerably thicker in just about everywhere: her inflated chest stretched out the fabric of her button-up shirt, her gut stuck out a couple away from her shoulders, and while Judy couldn’t exactly see it from this angle, her widened hips and thickened thighs gave Judy the impression that her ass was probably quite the sight to behold, as well.
 
Her stomach, though, was the real attention getter, as not only was it the most prominent curve on her body, but the imprints of several hands (and even a face) bulged out from within its confines, eliciting zero reaction from Gillian, as was to be expected.
 
She always DID strike Judy as the “Play Misty for Me” serial stalker type.
 
“Uh… Nope! Can’t think of any.”, Judy said with a clasp of her hands and a ridiculously forced smile.
“Say! Why don’t you run along and do that, uh… thing I told you to do yesterday?”
 
“I m- m- m- m- MISSED something you told me to do yesterday?!”, Gillian exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in shock.
 
“Uh… yes!”, Judy replied.
“I needed you to… find a silver stapler! WITH red and blue polka dots! On the other side of town. Today.”
 
Without another word out of her mouth, Gillian rushed out the door in a flash, allowing Judy to breath a sigh of relief as she took a seat at her desk.
 
“What the heck was that about?”, she bemoaned to herself before pressing a button on her desk’s intercom.
“Charlie? Can you come and see me at my office please? There was this… thing that happened with Gillian just now and I need a sound mind to help me think things out.”
 
Before she even took her hand off the button, a sudden-
 
“What?”
 
-from beside her made Judy jump out of her seat and onto the floor; recognizing the voice immediately after, though, the redhead looked back up to see it was none other than her black-and-white-haired money handler Charlie.
 
“Charlie, hi!”, Judy said as she cowered behind her desk.
“How are you do- Oh my God…”
 
Judy’s expression quickly changed from relief to regret upon seeing her second-in-command so…
 
Engorged.
 
Yes, it seemed as though whatever cannibalistic cravings had struck Gillian had gotten to Charlie as well, albeit to a MUCH worse extent.
 
Actively swallowing someone AS she stood before Judy, Charlie hung her arm against her ridiculously wide hip (she’d certainly been thick before, but never like this) while the other rested atop her gargantuan boob, the leaking nipple of which greedily slurping up some poor woman’s blonde ponytail as if it were spaghetti.
 
“What’s the matter, Judy?”, Charlie asked casually.
“You look surprised.”
 
“What?! No!”, Judy explained.
“I just, uh… forgot it was… casual Wednesday today! Haha!”
 
Easy to say, Charlie wasn’t very entertained by Judy’s remark, the room quickly going silent after the redhead’s fake laughter save for the incessant gurgling and muffled cries for help emanating from her entire body.
 
“Is that supposed to be funny?”, asked the pred.
 
“Not if you don’t want it to be.”, Judy replied nervously.
 
“Look, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to eating my lunch.”, Charlie said as she leaned her hand against the desk, the other rubbing over her already overstuffed stomach.
“That pretty blonde thing down in filing has got too good of an ass to pass up.”
 
“Right, right; yeah…”, Judy replied nervously.
“Were you gonna be taking another one later on? Because it’s only, like, 10:30 and I didn’t know if-“
 
Before she could finish her nervous disposition, Charlie reached forward and grabbed Judy by the necktie, just in time to pull her close and release a powerful-
 
*EUUURRRP*
 
-directly into her face.
 
“I said I’d like to get back to eating my lunch.”, Charlie repeated in a much more stern tone, wiping her lips clean from any stray spittle as she did so.
 
“Uh, uh, of course!”, Judy fumbled.
“Take all the time you need!”
 
Charlie gave her boss a smirk as she let go of her tie and turned around to leave, giving Judy ample time to view the outline of some poor woman’s face pressed against the inside of Charlie’s pants between her bulbous brown butt cheeks.
 
With a slam of her office door, Judy fell back into her chair once more in defeat.
 
“Okay, SOMETHING is going on today, and I’m going to figure out what it is!”, she said to herself rather urgently before letting a crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-escape from between her lips; after a few pats on the chest, Judy realized her foot was hurting something on the floor that definitely wasn’t there before.
 
Looking down to see what it was, her eyes widened seeing that what lied on the ground was a single white stiletto heel, shining wet from the thick layer of drool that covered its surface.
 
As if the sight of the mystery shoe wasn’t alarming enough to the hero, a quick glance down at herself revealed that her stomach had inflated dramatically since she had last looked at it a few seconds ago, its spherical form bulging out against her button-up work shirt as it did so.
 
Now frantic at this point, Judy quickly reached for her intercom and called for the last person she had left to trust in this office.
 
“Mer!”, she yelled into the mic before calming herself down.
“Meredith the Mind-Taker, if you could PLEASE report to my office right this very second, that would be much appre- *URP* -ciated.”
 
Too distracted by her own gas to take her hand off of the button, Judy’s stomach unleashed a monstrous-
 
*BUUUOOOORRRRRP*
 
-directly into the microphone.
 
Judy sat in place for a moment, letting the painful silence of what she just did wash over her for a moment before continuing.
 
“Ignore that.”, she said quickly.
 
“Ignore the burp or that you wanted to see me?”, said the voice.
 
Judy jumped up in fright as she turned to look behind her, only to find that it was none other than Meredith.
 
Hard to miss a girl whose skin was light green, whose ears ended in cute little points and seemed to almost LIVE in the same purple dress with a metallic chest-plate on top; made Judy wonder how she missed her coming in.
 
“How did you…?”, the redhead began to ask before stopping herself.
“You know what? Forget it. Something else is going on in the office today and it’s leaving me with an aw- *EURP* -fully fishy taste in my mouth…”
 
“You sure that’s not just Susan from accounting?”, Mer quipped under her breath before saving face.
“I mean, uh… what would that be?”
 
“It’s cannibals, Mer!”, Judy exclaimed.
“Every way you look, people are devouring each other in ways that I didn’t even think were possible until today and now every woman in the office is except for you, the one who can mind control.”
 
“What?! Come on!”, Meredith said dismissively.
“It’s not EVERY woman in the office…”
 
“Ah ha! I knew it!”, Judy exclaimed.
“Why’d ya do it, Mer?”
 
“Well, according to Gillian, it’s for corporate downsizing, according to Charlie, it’s because she was hungry, and according to YOU, it’s because you were EXTRA hungry.”, explained the green-skinned girl.
 
“What the-?”, Judy mumbled in confusion.
“That’s not true!”
 
“Oh yeah?”, said Meredith, her arms crossed in mild annoyance.
“Then how do you explain the legs sticking out of your butt right now?”
 
“Mer, come on; get real.”, Judy replied.
“There’s no legs sticking out of my- wha?!”
 
Judy yelled in surprise at the sight of not just two but SIX legs jutting out of her behind; along with the sight came the realization that her pants were now down around her ankles, her intestines now felt unbelievably cramped and, somehow, the clock on the wall seemed to be fifteen minutes ahead of what it was a few seconds ago.
 
Or at least Judy was pretty sure it was a few seconds.
 
“Here, let me help you with that.”, Meredith said as she began to shove the legs into Judy’s ass two-at-a-time.
“Heard these ones are a bit harder the first time, but you should get used to it.”
 
One by one, the lower halves disappeared into Judy’s, with the last one taking a bit more force on Meredith’s part and winding up with her accidentally shoving her whole hand in alongside them; the green-skinned girl was rather surprised how much force it took to pull her hand back out.
 
“Nice grip!”, she said.
“Told you you’d be getting used to it.”
 
“Look Mer, I know that your dad is an evil supervillain.”, Judy began before Meredith cut her off.
 
“EX-evil supervillain.”, she corrected.
 
“Right.”, Judy continued.
“But I know that even YOU wouldn’t just “bwee-oop” one, two, three- FOUR people into my stomach for no reason.”
 
Meredith hopped atop her friend’s desk and simply replied with-
 
“Five.”
 
Before Judy could protest, a sudden feeling in her throat caused her to be short of words; to her surprise, she looked down to see a limp arm sticking out of her mouth, so with a few powerful gulps, her fifth victim (that she knew of) was crammed into her stomach, as well.
 
“Okay, five.”, Judy continued.
 
“Six.”, Meredith replied with arms crossed, causing Judy to immediately stop thinking of a reply and check if any place on her body was feeling a little stuffed.
 
Well, more stuffed than her stomach already was.
 
After shifting her bloated body from side to side and feeling nothing in her throat or her bowels, Judy looked her front to see a stray arm sticking out of her surpassingly impressive cleavage.
 
Were her boobs always this big? Hmm…
 
“I think you’ve made your point very- *URP* -clear.”, Judy said with a belch as she nonchalantly pushed the arm deeper into her cleavage and out of sight, causing a single button to pop off of her shirt as her breasts expanded thanks to the added mass.
 
“Seven, eight, nine.”, Meredith said in rapid succession as Judy plummeted to the floor, the poor redhead audibly groaned as she fought against her newfound girth just to stand up at her own desk.
 
“Where did those ones go?”, she asked through gritted teeth.
 
“In your vagina.”, the green-skinned girl replied casually.
“I figured I was ignoring it, so I decided to give it some much needed attention. Speaking of which…”
 
“Up up up!”, Judy exclaimed with her hand urgently clasping over Meredith's mouth.
“Not another word out of you…”
 
With remarkable ease, Meredith pulled Judy’s hand out of the way in order to let her know what was about to go down.
 
“Ten…”, she said calmly, another weight being added onto Judy’s temporary burden.
 
“Eleven…”
 
-and then came another one.
 
“Please don’t…”, Judy begged, her eyes giving of the impression of a pathetic little puppy as they looked into Mer’s.
 
“Aaand twelve.”, Meredith added.
“Nope. Wait. Thirteen. Make it a baker’s dozen. Or we could just round it up to an even TWO dozen…”
 
“Mer, please; no more!”, Judy groaned.
“I feel like I’m gonna po- *UURRP* -pop.”
 
“Aw! Is Birdgirl feeling a little bloated right now?”, Meredith said with a sarcastic lilt to her voice.
“Come on; just give me one and I’ll let you off the hook for now.”
 
“One of… what?”, Judy said with heavy breath.
 
“One of these.”, Meredith replied casually with a few taps against the surface of Judy’s gut with her shoe, forcing out with little pressure a powerful-
 
*BUUAAARRP*
 
-that blasted directly into her now relieved-looking face.
“Oh, that felt good! Give me another.”
 
“What are you-“, Judy began to say before another crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-was slapped out of her stomach by Mer, whose eyes rolled back in her head as she inhaled the hellish fumes of digestion as if they were the finest of designer perfumes.
 
“GOD, that smells good!”, Meredith exclaimed before planting a kiss atop Judy’s lips.
“Tastes even better, too! Although… I think you might have something that tastes even better…”
 
At that, Meredith crawled underneath Judy’s titanic form, leaving Judy to turn the cogs in her head in order to understand what was happening as Meredith ran a finger down the buttons on her overstuffed work-shirt one-by-one, undoing them all and freeing her mammoth chest from its fabric prison.
 
“So let me see if I got this STRAIGHT~”, Judy trailed off as Meredith began greedily sucking milk out of her heavy breasts.
"You did all of this just so you could make me and Charlie-“
 
“And Gillian.”, Meredith interrupted before she went back to suckling her friend’s teat.
 
“And Gillian…”, Judy continued.
“Your own personal vore whores?!”
 
“Mm hmm!”, Meredith hummed in agreement before backing away from Judy’s chest, swallowing a mouthful of milk and releasing a loud-
 
*BURP*
 
-from between her lips before continuing.
“Surprised you didn’t figure that out sooner.”
 
“Why did you think you were my first suspect?”, Judy bemoaned to herself as Meredith continued to suckle from her breasts, completely ignoring her before stopping her nourishment.
 
“Oh, man; didn’t think you’d be running out so soon! Bwee-oop!”, Meredith said with a pat of her now bloated gut and a twist of her finger towards her hucow’s head, eliciting strained grunts from Judy as her breasts expanded in size nearly three fold.
“That’s better!”
 
“God damn it, Mer!”, Judy said through gritted teeth as she looked up at the clock.
“I thought we were supposed to be closed at this hour.”
 
“We are.”, replied the villain as she stood back up.
“I just had you run by the coffee shop over on Phoenix Street and gra- *URP* -ab a few things to eat.”
 
“There’s a coffee shop on Phoenix Street?”, Judy asked, looking up to see Meredith wiping the milk off of her lips, a glazed doughnut in hand.
 
“There was.”, Meredith replied before biting off a mouthful of doughnut.
“Not much left of one now…”
 
“And you didn’t get me anything?”, Judy asked before clasping her hands over her own mouth in instant regret.
 
“Well, I already gave you enough milk for the both of us…”
“Oh, right! I almost forgot.”
 
“Two dozen.”, Meredith said casually, smiling a bit as Judy continued to hopelessly hold her hands over her own mouth as she expanded, the newest dozen weighing her body down further into the floor, cracking it ever so slightly until Meredith leaned forward and simply said…
 
“Plus one.”
 
With that final prey being shoved into Judy’s body, the floor finally gave way, allowing the overstuffed redhead to plummet onto the floor beneath hers, much to her friend’s… mild surprise.
 
“You alright?”, Meredith asked casually as she looked down the hole in the floor Judy had made.
 
“Yes.”, Judy called back.
“I think all your little snacks helped dampen my fall unfortunately.”
 
“You need any help?”, Meredith called down.
 
“I’ll be- *URP* -fine.”, Judy said back.
“Just… could you plug your nose for a bit? I think I’m feeling some gas coming on…”
 
Meredith had to try hard not begin grinning from ear to ear the moment she heard that.
 
“It’s plugged!”, she called back, flopping over onto her back instead of actually heeding Judy’s advice.
 
This was going to be fun.
 
With an audible grunt of power, Judy unleashed a powerful fart from her inflated behind, enshrouding the entire floor she laid on in a toxic green wind that forced instead upon everything.
 
The force was so great, it blew back Meredith’s hair as it overflowed into Judy’s office, the hellish stench overwhelming her senses enough to make her audibly gasp in excitement before deciding to make the most of this little romp.
 
Without even bothering to lift up her ankle-high skirt, the green-skinned fetishist drive her fingers into her pussy and began grinding them around, steadily massaging herself as Judy audibly wrapped up her onslaught of the senses.
 
“Whew! That took a lot out of me…”, Judy said with a sigh of relief.
“Hey, uh, does doing this stuff usually make your farts melt glass?”
 
Instead of answering, of course, Meredith simply drive her fingers deeper and faster into her vagina, with every clueless word coming out of her friend’s mouth bringing her closer and closer to climax.
 
“Hello?”, Judy called out.
“Mer?”
 
Meredith audibly moaned in response.
 
“What the-?”, Judy said in confusion.
“Are you seriously touching yourself right now, dude?! Okay, keep doing it, but the second I get- *BEURP* -back up there, I’m gonna make you regret doing this entire thing.”
 
“Oh! Keep telling me what you’ll do, big girl.”, Meredith begged.
“Tell me how you’re going to eat me for making you do all this…”
 
“Well, I just might if you don’t come down here and help me out!”, Judy replied before realizing her threats were simply making the villain finger herself faster.
 
She sighed as Meredith hit climax.
 
“God damn it…”
 
~~~
 
Cut to a few days later and Judy Sebben was getting back to business as usual, checking out her Birdgirl equipment while trying and failing to pick the back of her “new and improved” suit out of her canyon of a butt crack.
 
Yes, it was easy to say that Meredith’s little stunt earlier in the week had left quite the impression on Judy, both figuratively and literally.
 
Hundred upon hundreds of pounds were added onto her formerly heroic figure, giving her breasts nearly as big as her head, a gut that hung down to her knees, and legs that resembled columns more so than they did legs, each wobbling pillar giving way to hips nearly four feet in width and an ass that swallowed just about everything ghat came into contact with it, including her “new” uniform.
 
Judy tended to put the “new” in quotes because, really, it was just the same suit made to fit her new form, the yellow-and-orange latex stretching tightly around her compressed chest and wobbling stomach, while the legs that were built into the suit had to be cut in the form of a leotard just to better fit her beefed-up lower half.
 
Well, “better fit” might not have been the right word; with her suit fashioned like this, she rode up the back constantly, resulting in her having to pick out the latex from between her titanic butt cheeks even now before an audible-
 
*RIP*
 
-drew her attention back towards her front, revealing that her gut had torn through the entire front of the costume and was now letting itself be free to take up its full space in the open air.
 
Again.
 
“I’m gonna need a new suit after this…”, Judy grumbled to herself before her stomach did some grumbling of its own, only several time louder.
“Again? Ugh… Gillian!”
 
At the call of her name, Judy’s dutiful assistant came running to her boss’s side, revealing that Meredith’s mind control still had quite an effect on herself as well; not only in the squirming form of some helpless prey balled up tightly in her stomach, but also in the inflated tits that she’d managed to keep after losing the rest of her excess weight.
 
“Yes, Ms. Birdgirl.”, Gillian replied, her melon-sized mammaries pressing lightly against Judy’s inferior chest before the hero took a few steps back.
 
“Dang it; I’ve already said you don’t need to call me that…”, Judy said to herself before addressing her assistant.
“Gillian, my stomach’s giving me the rumblies again. You know what that means?”
 
“Of course I do, ma’am.”, Gillian replied.
“Would you like your next meal to be skinny or curvy?”
 
“Eh, make ‘em curvy.”, Judy confirmed.
“I’m feeling dangerous today.”
 
“I’m on it, ma’am!”, Gillian said with a salute before speeding back out of the room, leaving Judy only with herself, her growling stomach…
 
And a sudden pressing feeling against one of her bare butt cheeks.
 
“You like ‘em curvy, huh?”, Meredith said as she ran her hand across the smooth surface of the pillow-soft ass cheek she rested her head upon.
“Glad to know you and I have similar tastes.”
 
“Hey, you don’t get to say that until you start having to eat people daily.”, Judy replied.
“Thanks to you, anything LESS than three people a day gives me stomach cramps.”
 
“You’re welcome.”, Meredith said with a giggle.
“Besides, even if I DID eat people, I’m not so sure I’d be able to pull off curves like this.”
 
“Just saying.”, Judy replied, placing her hands affirmatively on her wide hips.
“It’s always on the ta- *BUUOOORRRP* -ble.”
 
Meredith grinned, the thought of having successfully turned her friend into a gluttonous pig filling her mind with dirty, albeit very tempting thoughts.
 
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”