On a hot summer day like this, Daisy Bogdonavić would’ve preferred staying indoors, sitting directly in front of a fan as her long, black hair blew in the artificial breeze.
 
But no.
 
Instead, she was kneeling beside her red-haired best friend/accomplice Shirley Redmond as they fixed another air conditioner for the people of L.A. too lazy to fix it themselves.
 
Though judging by the way these three “entertainers” sat around and stared at them as they fixed it, one might’ve thought they had other plans in mind.
 
All three of their clients sat on opposite sides of the room from their own; one sitting on a couch to the side and the other two sitting in some comfy-looking padded chairs opposite them.
 
Or maybe “comfy” wasn’t the right word to use.
 
Sure, they were definitely well-padded and clean at SOME point, but in their current state, looked as if they’d fallen down some steep and rather wet cliffs; the heat combined with the shared OBSCENE weight all three women possessed had turned the furniture into shadows of its' former selves.
 
Except for the woman themselves, of course; by all standards, they were gorgeous in their own ways.
 
Sitting by herself on the side of the room was a woman of Asian descent, the strange amount of colorful sportswear she had on seeming to make her sweat even more than everyone else in the room was, her long black hair becoming matted to itself as the yoga-ball-sized belly that jutted out from her form shone in a thin layer of wetness.
 
Across the room sat two women on one very abused couch, with the first being maybe the smallest of the three; her muffintop sat comfortably atop the hem of her short-shorts, while her red-and-black-dyed pigtails served as a moderate distraction from her slightly-larger-than-average boobs bulging out from underneath her crop top.
 
The second on the couch, however, was undoubtably the curviest girl in the room: a Black woman with breasts the size of cantalopes, a belly as big as a basketball and a mammoth ass being supported by thighs as thick as trees and hips that looked to be a solid three feet across.
 
“Looking a little hot in those suits, girls.”, said the curviest one in the room.
“Why not take them off a little bit? Help you cool down, y’know?”
 
“Mediocre fashion cannot be bound by weather.”, Daisy said back as she straightened her long hair back behind her.
“Besides, I don’t want to give you girls any ideas. Especially you, Miss, eh…”
 
“What? Come on; who said anything about having ideas?”, the other woman said with a shrug.
“We can just be a couple of big girls just sitting around, watching you two lovely ladies fix the AC for us…”
 
“Uh huh…”, Daisy said back, her eyes catching onto the woman's lie.
“And I guess the stomachs are just for show then, right?”
 
“Well, mine is!”, the large woman said with a squeeze of her ludicrously doughy-looking gut.
“Name’s Jackie, by the way.”
 
“Right. Daisy.", Daisy said, pointing to herself before pointing to the two-tone-haired girl across the room.
“And who is the clown girl?”
 
The smaller girl's predatory smirk instantly went away upon hearing herself get called a clown; her passive interest in eating these two was now all but guaranteed.
"Saige.", she said to Daisy with a pensive bitterness in her voice.
 
"Ah...", replied the mechanic before turning to the last woman yet to be named.
“And you are?”
 
"Hungry.", said the Asian one before immediately correcting herself.
"I mean Olivia."
 
"Of fucking course...", Daisy mumbled to herself as she began packing up her things.
"Shirley. Go find the boss; we are taking our pay and we are leaving these ladies to fix this thing themselves."
 
“Oh!”, Olivia exclaimed with a moment of realization.
“Was that the one with the glasses and the red hair?”
 
“Yes…”, Daisy replied back, a cautious lilt in her voice.
 
“Oops.”, Olivia quipped before a guttural-
 
*BEURP*
 
-sent a wet pair of reading glasses flying out of her mouth and onto the floor, much to Daisy's horror.
 
“Khuy na ne…”, the mechanic cursed as she backed herself up to the wall, lightly kicking her friend to get her attention.
“Ebanashka! Might want to look behind us.”
 
“Daisy! What on Earth are you talking about?”, said Shirley in her overly-charming British accent before turning around and seeing her three clients with an animalistic look in their eyes.
“Oh, drat! Looks like we’ve been set up.”
 
“What?! Set up? Come on; there’s no need to go making assumptions here.”, Jackie said dismissively as she rose up from the chair and approached.
“Olivia was just hungry! And since I am too, that means that YOU are going right…”
 
Before Daisy could make a move, Jackie made one for her, to pin her against the wall with her pillowy Black gut, much to a stunned Shirley’s surprise.
 
“Here.”, Jackie said confidently.
“This giving you any ideas?”
 
“Ay, pushel na huy, you pig.”, Daisy cursed as she struggled to push the pred’s fat body off of her own.
“I got a lot better things to do than pad your fat ass, lady, like have you pad out mine!”
 
“Uh huh…”, Jackie replied.
“And how’s that working for you?”
 
“Going just fine.”, the mechanic replied with a sly grin.
“Once I get to wiping all the GREASE off of your gut, you will melting in mine in minutes."
 
“Alright; you were fun for a bit, but now you gotta go.”, she said through gritted teeth.
“And since you’re not a fan of pigs, why don’t I put a little bit of beef in your diet?”
 
At that, Jackie quickly gave the toothpick girl a moment of freedom before turning around and burying her in something that was probably much more comfy than her stomach; her ass, which had quickly been made bare with a pull of the pred's shorts down her legs (guess all this sweat WAS good for something; there'd be no way she'd be able to pull off a move that fast in her own time.)
 
Besides, her usually soft gut was filled with the remains of digesting prey most hours of the day (how else could one get an ass like this?), so maybe it was best she bury her impending snack in a few dozen pounds of cheek meat instead.
 
Help get her acquainted with her future living space.
 
“Or a lot.”, Jackie quipped to herself as she pressed her ass further into both Daisy and the wall.
“Doesn’t matter much to me.”
 
The skinny electrician tried in vain to push the massive woman off of her, but the more she pushed, the more fruitless her efforts felt, her hands only digging themselves deeper into the pillowy flesh that made up the pred's ass.
 
Despite her best (yet incredibly fruitless) efforts, Daisy finally gave in the moment her head entered Jackie's colon with an audible-
 
*POP*
 
-pinning her arms to her sides as her vision was completely encompassed by the pulsing insides of the pred's... well, insides.
 
“Oh, yeah!”, Jackie cooed.
“I needed this today…”
 
The fat-assed pred girl let out a contented sigh as she slid her butt down her prey’s body and ran a hand through her frizzy hair, forcing a loud-
 
*BURP*
 
-to escape from her lips as her insides were readily stuffed with more and more of the gothic Slav girl.
 
Opening her eyes from her brief moment of bliss, Jackie let out a look of shock as she witnessed Saige attempting to flip onto her back in front of her, which was a thing that she'd done plenty of times before...
 
Though probably not with a mechanic's head firmly wedged into her vagina.
 
Yes, it looked like, in all their fun, Saige had been the one to get to Shirley, the British redhead trying to find whatever ground she could as she was steadily pulled deeper into the streamer's privates, all the while Jackie looked on in amazement.
 
“Alright, girl; damn.”, she exclaimed with both surprise and respect.
“No need to show off!”
 
“Who… said I was… hnng, showing off?”, Saige said in-between grunts as she pulled more of the struggling mechanic deeper inside of her.
“I think it just comes naturally to me.”
 
“Speaking of come…”, Jackie remarked under her breath before Olivia butted in with an audible groan.
 
“Ugh!”, she said as she hefted her heavy body up from the couch.
“You guys want something from the kitchen? I’m gonna get something to eat.”
 
“Didn’t you JUST eat?”, asked Saige.
 
“Yeah, but watching you guys eat is just making me hungrier.”, Olivia said back.
 
“Alright; suit yourself.”, Jackie said with a wave goodbye.
“Just don’t eat anything I wouldn’t eat.”
 
“Okay…”, Olivia replied with a shrug before leaving for the kitchen.
 
“What wouldn’t you eat?”, asked Saige to Jackie, her hand already beginning to fiddle with her exposed clitoris.
 
“What the- Don’t tell her that!”, Jackie replied through gritted teeth.
“You want her to eat EVERYTHING?!”
 
“Right.”, Saige said back with a finger gun before a sudden kick from her pussy's prey brought her attention back down to her down there.
 
~~~
 
Elsewhere in the building, two more VERY hungry girls were waiting for their food to be delivered to them.
 
Well, one of them was, at least.
 
The built-like-an-Amazonian content creator Amanda stood beside the door with her friend/costar Kimmy pressed up against her front somewhat against Kimmy’s will; not like she could do much about it.
 
You try arguing with a pred more than two feet taller than yourself.
 
Being held so tightly against Amanda’s body, Kimmy’s ears were bombarded not only with the fervent gurgling and turning happening inside of the soft stomach immediately behind her but also subtle bubbling emanating from the even softer boobs that laid atop her head.
 
The petite pred looked up at the massive tan melons crowning her cranium, a short moment of fear passing through her as she realized that, without a bra, Amanda’s tits were MORE than capable of engulfing her completely within their mass; each breast easily outweighed either of the girls’ own heads, the milk wetting the tall girl’s nipples and dripping down her front and onto the floor a clear sign that her chest was more than just for show.
 
Of course, Kimmy’d be a fool to think milk was the only thing currently dripping from the Amazonian pred’s chest, though.
 
Thanks to the heat, Amanda’s ill-fitting crop top was readily allowing beads of sweat to drip absolutely everywhere onto Kimmy’s body, a single drop running down the side of her head matching her worried gaze perfectly; not only that, but she could already feel her hair becoming matted and wet the longer she was clutched next to the exponentially warm body.
 
Oddly enough, that part wasn’t so bad; was cooling her off quite a bit, actually.
 
“Can I go now?”, Kimmy asked as she tried taking a step away from her friend, only to get forcefully held back into place.
 
“Up up up!”, Amanda replied, clasping her hand over Kimmy’s mouth.
“If I let you go, I’m gonna have to eat you instead of the delivery guy.”
 
“What?!”, exclaimed the smaller girl in a rather muffled tone before Amanda’s hand off of her mouth and continuing.
“Come on; you don’t HAVE to.”
 
“Hmm. Well, no; I guess I don’t HAVE to…”, the taller girl said in thought.
“But it just feels sorta RIGHT holding on to you like this. Guess it’s just in my nature! If you can find someone smaller than you around this office, I really think you should try it sometime; just makes you feel POWERFUL, y’know?”
 
“Right…”, Kimmy replied cautiously.
 
“And who knows!”, Amanda exclaimed.
“Maybe one of these days, all the prey that you eat with finally go to your boobs or your butt or your legs to make you a little bit taller and you can be a super cool pred, too! Just…”
 
Amanda paused for a bit as she clutched Kimmy tighter in her arms before moving her forward a bit and slamming her back down into her stomach, releasing a small-
 
*URP*
 
-from between her lips after doing so.
 
“Like…”, she continued with another pounding of Kimmy against her stomach and another-
 
*BURP*
 
-shot up from her throat.
 
“Me.”, she ended before slamming Kimmy back into her stomach and releasing her biggest belch yet.
 
*BUUUOOOORRRP*
 
The crude blast of gas coming out of Amanda’s mouth prompted the pred to lean over a bit to feel it in full force as it blew out of her stomach and into the open air, launching spittle and even a partially-digested pair of satin undies along with it (well, the spit went into the air; the panties got caught on one of her canine teeth before flying out, so she ripped the fabric free of her fangs and threw it to the ground with a wet splat.)
 
All the while Kimmy stood firmly held against Amanda’s body, her face visibly cringing as those plump, sweaty, watermelon-sized melons were leaned dangerously close to her head; as tempting and soft as those boobs looked dangling a few inches away from her face, Kimmy knew just as well as anybody that Amanda’s chest tended to act like a black hole whenever anything came into close contact with them, so she was grateful the taller pred eventually straightened back up once her belch had subsided.
 
“Thanks.”, Kimmy said nervously before grumbling to herself.
“Be sure to try it sometime…”
 
Before Amanda could respond to her friend’s remark, a distinctive-
 
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
 
-came from the other side of the door.
 
An excited gasp came from the taller pred's mouth as she rushed to open the door, leaving Kimmy with the perfect opportunity to escape from her friend's clutches as long as Amanda didn't say something like-
 
"Hold this."
 
-as she tossed Kimmy her incredibly damp, formerly ill-fitting shirt, which, as it turns out, is exactly what happened.
 
Only instead of her hands, the abused fabric landed directly onto her face.
 
Great.
 
With a huff (and an IMMENSE amount of cringe), Kimmy peeled the sweaty, milk-soaked fabric off of her face only to see that Amanda had already opened the door topless and was definitely doing… something to whoever was on the other side.
 
With Amanda's tall figure blocking what was going on outside, Kimmy was left only with the pleasured moans of her friend and the disgustingly loud squelches and muffled protests of the delivery people(?); it was hard for Kimmy to pin down exactly how many voices she could make out through all of the , but all she was sure of was that milk was getting absolutely EVERYWHERE.
 
And upon turning around, Kimmy found out exactly why.
 
Amanda turned towards her friend clutching her now yoga-ball-sized breasts in her arms, a struggling pair of legs sticking out of her left nipple as her right slurped up a singular sneaker-clad foot out of sight with a sickening-
 
*POP*
 
Her eyes crossed and her tongue became held between her teeth as Amanda’s mammaries sucked their prey further into their mass, the horny pred aiding her breasts by gently pushing the delivery man’s legs in with a single finger while her other hand simply squeezed milk out of her other breast like a shower directly onto the carpeted floor.
 
In maybe thirty seconds, however, her breasts’ brunch came to a close, as the last of her prey disappeared into her shotglass-sized nipple and left another burst of milk spilling out onto the floor.
 
“Oh, yeah!”, exclaimed the pred as she held her wriggling chest as best she could in her arms.
“Oh, that feels nice.”
 
While Amanda reveled in her fullness, Kimmy simply stood and stared at her friend, her own stomach grumbling as it hungered for the same treatment Amanda’s tits were getting.
 
She had little time to think about stuffing herself though, as before she knew it, Amanda swung her massive chest directly in Kimmy’s direction; lucky for her, she’d managed to see the hit coming just in time to duck, allowing the taller pred to bang a boob-shaped hole in the wall that might’ve just caved Kimmy’s face in if she wasn’t paying attention.
 
“Hey, watch where you’re swinging those things!”, Kimmy exclaimed.
“Might kill somebody.”
 
“That’s the idea.”, Amanda replied as she turned away from the wall, immediately falling forward without much protest and biting her lip slightly as her packed breasts landed onto the floor with a hard *CRUNCH*.
 
The impact of the fall forced the pred to roll over onto her side, allowing her to squeeze her breasts even more within her arms before, suddenly, any protests within seemed to die down, only to be replaced with an even greater stream of milk cascading down Amanda’s chest and completely soaking the floor.
 
Feeling her hands become moist at the touch of her engorged nipples, Amanda decided to “fix” the flow “problem” the only way she knew how; by taking one mammoth breast to her mouth, sucking its creamy contents down her throat and enjoying it immensely.
 
“Oh! It’s so good!”, Amanda moaned aloud before shifting her other breast towards Kimmy.
“Try some.”
 
Kimmy was a bit hesitant to take to her friend’s request (watching the tits you were going to be drinking out of devour two people minutes before was certainly a factor) but, after a while, she caved and went in, sucking down a few mouthful of the warm, creamy liquid before a handful of strangely solid bits stopped her from fully stuffing herself on the otherwise delicious dairy.
 
“Ugh…”, Kimmy groaned in discomfort before letting a crude-
 
*BURP*
 
-escaped from between her lips.
“There’s still bones in it.”
 
“So?”, Amanda replied as she went in for more.
“Just means it’s fresh.”
 
“I think I’m- *URP* -good.”, Kimmy continued as she waved her hand in dismissal.
 
“Alright.”, Amanda said with a shrug.
“That just makes more for me, heh ha!”
 
At that, Amanda greedily began sucking from own breast again, Kimmy let out a huff; sure, her stomach was still groaning for food, but bone-filled milk being the only form of (non-)living sustenance within reaching distance.
 
There had to be something, or someone, around here she could really sink her teeth into-
 
“Wha-?!”, Kimmy exclaimed as her train of thought was interrupted with a sudden pull back and gradual lean as her head steadily came to rest inside the dripping wet maw of an equally hungry Olivia.
“Hey!”
 
“What the fu-“, Amanda began saying with a mouthful of milk before swallowing and continuing.
“Hey, hey, hey! Olivia, what are you doing?”
 
Amanda’s objection seemed to stop an otherwise determined Olivia dead in her tracks; despite that, her hands remained firmly attached to Kimmy’s arms, just in case her brain could think of an excuse fast enough.
 
“Eating Kimmy…”, she said after some hesitation.
 
Maybe she’d have better luck next time.
 
“Well, could you not, okay?”, Amanda replied as she shifted herself around on the floor.
“You know Ian feels about you eating costars. That’s how I started working here, remember?”
 
“Oh yeah.”, Olivia said with a chuckle.
“I forgot.”
 
“That figures…”, Amanda said with a huff as she lifted herself off of the floor, a crude-
 
*EUURRP*
 
-blasting out of her mouth as she stood in the push-up position for a bit, her bodacious boobs and bulbous belly wobbling about in the open air before the gluttonous pred finally decided to stand up and show off all seven feet of her man-eating body to her friends.
 
“Besides, if you want something to eat, you could always just have some of this.”, she continued, lifting her breasts in both hands to goad Olivia on.
 
“Uh…”, the Asian girl replied.
“Milk’s not a food.”
 
“It is when it’s fresh!”, Amanda said back.
“C’mon, Livy! I know you just want a little sample. Come on…”
 
“It’s on the house.”
 
At little more than that, Olivia was slowly but surely pinned against the wall by Amanda simply walking towards her (certainly had a lot less space to work with thanks to the electricians’ boss still gurgling away in her stomach.)
 
With her friend right where she wanted her, Amanda forcefully pushed one of her nipples directly into Olivia’s mouth, giving her a rather manic glare as Olivia hesitated before deciding to give in and drink.
 
“GOD, I love working with you gluttons…”, Amanda said confidently.
“And you love working with me, don’t you, Livy?”
 
“Mm hmm…”, Olivia hummed in a worried tone as she drank, stopping only to release a crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-and continuing to talk.
“Ugh, and I’d love you even more if you didn’t-“
 
The girl was cut off mid-sentence (rather unexpectedly, for some reason) by Amanda shoving her milky mammary right back into her friend’s mouth.
 
“Up up up! Now’s the time for DRINKING.”, she replied with a sly grin before a loud-
 
*UUOORRP*
 
-escaped from her own lips as well, causing yet another pair of lacy panties (these ones pink in color as opposed to the last ones’ blue) to fly out of her mouth and land with a splat atop her mammoth chest.
“Huh. Must be something in the water here; coulda sworn I coughed these up already…”
 
Before Kimmy could react to the bizarre sight playing out before her, a distant belch rang through the building, shaking the walls a bit as all three girls looked around in confusion.
 
“Damn, Kimmy!”, Amanda said slyly.
“Why didn’t you tell us you could burp like that?”
 
“Uh…”, Kimmy mumbled, looking about the place.
“That wasn’t me.”
 
Another burp shook the building, slightly less so than the last one; after a bit of thinking, all three girls eventually reached the same conclusion.
 
“Courtney.”
 
~~~
 
The three girls waltzed from the hall into the open office building that was their kitchen/rec room, a place the less so used for actually cooking than they did digesting the “food” that readily stopped by their office.
 
Case in point, Courtney Miller, the resident “hot girl” at the office the fans online flocked to see in droves, being in the position Amanda, Kimmy and Olivia all expected her to be in: leaned back in her dingy metal chair, sweat dripping down her body, digesting far too much food for her to safely keep her curvy figure.
 
A few things were different this time around, though.
 
For one, Courtney’s stomach had gone from its usual “big” to “absolutely ginormous”, its smooth white surface bulged out to the size of a small car in front of her as she sat down at her steadily bending chair.
 
Second, it seemed as though Courtney had been rather bored sitting in her chair (that or someone decided to play a prank on their otherwise immobile coworker) as several words scribbled in pen could be seen all across her body: the usual “Fuck Y’all” that tended to be written across her ass was now displayed across her stomach in big, bold letters, its ink smeared across the wet surface of her skin due to the heat.
 
“Woah!”, Kimmy exclaimed as she looked at her friend's inflated figure.
“What’s, uh… what’s going on in here, Courtney? You doing something?”
 
“Trying to make the world’s largest burp.”, a tired Courtney replied before handing a half-finished bottle of soda to her friends.
“Want a sip?”
 
“Ooh! I would but…”, Amanda objected, pointing to her own chest for emphasis.
“Kinda got my own drinks right here…”
 
“Ooh! Let me have some!”, Courtney replied, a newfound excitement in her voice at the thought of having more food.
 
Eager to please (and still a bit confused at seeing her higher-up so full), Amanda did as she was told, taking a few steps forward and allowing the carnivorous Courtney to drink from her breast as if she was starving.
 
“So… why are you doing all this?”, Kimmy asked as she rubbed over her friend’s taught stomach.
 
“I dunno; just kinda bored.”, Courtney said during a brief break in her drinking session.
“Oh my gosh! Amanda, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but, besides the milk that I make, yours is the best in the office.”
 
“You think so?”, Amanda asked.
 
“Well, yeah!”, Courtney said with a smile.
“Kimmy! Come over here and get a taste of this stuff.”
 
“I’m fine.”, Kimmy said dismissively.
“Still a bit too fresh for me right now.”
 
“What does that mean?”, Courtney asked, looking up into Amanda’s confident gaze.
 
“Means there’s still bones in it.”, Amanda replied with a sly grin.
 
“I thought I was feeling something!”, Courtney said with renewed vigor before taking another envigorated suck.
“Mmm! Just makes it SO much better!”
 
“You see, guys?”, Amanda said to Kimmy and Olivia.
“It’s got a market!”
 
It was clear to all three girls that Courtney was VERY intent on making that statement true, greedily taking the taller pred’s other teat into her mouth and hungrily sucking that too, sending gallon after gallon of the warm, slightly rugged content creator cream directly into her stomach, not really inflating it more than it already was but still causing Amanda to get a bit more heated than she did earlier.
 
“Whew! Slow down, cowgirl!”, she said with a huff as she fanned herself off with her hand.
“Is it getting hotter in here for you guys?
 
“Sorry, I just-“, Courtney began before letting out a small-
 
*URP*
 
-from between her lips.
“I’ve just been going nuts trying to get this damn burp out of me.”
 
“But you just did.”, Olivia said.
 
“Yeah, but those are just the little ones. The pre-earthquake aftershocks.”, Courtney explained.
“I’m talking about all of THIS. The mother-load! Whenever I get to knocking this baby out of me? Oh! Game OVER! Best burp of ALL TIME! Right here in this office.”
 
"So...", Kimmy continued.
"What's in here?"
 
"Uh... Lemme think...", Courtney said in thought.
"Some mentos, soda, a few people..."
 
"There's people in here?!", Kimmy exclaimed, poking a finger into the surface of her friend’s stomach only to have a whole hand try to push back.
 
“Hey, hey; don’t move them around too much!”, warned Courtney.
“They’re the guys moving everything around in there.”
 
“How did you get them in there?”, Olivia asked in her usual monotone… tone.
 
“With my butt!”, Courtney said assuredly.
 
“No, like, how did you get them HERE? To the studio?”, Olivia asked again.
“Did you text them or something?”
 
“Social media.”, Courtney replied, pointing to a chair off to her side that contained a single smartphone.
“I just sent out a tweet asking for help on some new video and people just showed up! Easy as that.”
 
Approaching the phone, Olivia and Kimmy were surprised to not only see a video of themselves on the screen, but a live chat scrolling past by the second.
 
“Are you live-streaming right now?”, Kimmy asked as she examined the stream.
 
“Oh, yeah!”, Courtney remarked with a wave toward her phone.
“Say hi to Instagram.”
 
“Ah!”, Amanda yelled as she turned away, covering up her gigantic chest as best she could with her arms.
“How long has that been there?”
 
“The whole time.”, Courtney said with a shrug.
“Wow, they REALLY liked us doing that; I mean, not surprising, but it's still nice to see."
 
“No, no, Courtney; you don’t understand.”, Amanda replied in a semi-nervous tone.
“I’ve got an acting gig tomorrow; an actual GIG! If they look me up and they see that, I am gonna-“
 
“Hey! Amanda, relax.”, Courtney insisted.
“I used to do that stuff for Instagram all the time; just call it PR. The guys LOVE it; trust me.”
 
“You think so?”, Amanda asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.
 
“Well, yeah!”, Courtney answered.
 
“Come on; you don’t think it’s at least a LITTLE hot whenever you’ve got someone sucking your titty?”
 
"Huh...", Amanda hummed in thought.
"You might be on to something there..."
 
Before the Amazon could process her live milking session further, a burst of gas from across the room brought everyone’s attention to the entrance, only this time it wasn’t a burp.
 
A loud-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-rang out into the room as Jackie and Saige made their entrance, Jackie making even more of an entrance by bending over and letting the wind in her pants blow out in full force.
 
The gaseous green haze enshrouded the two preds for a moment as Jackie let it all out with a contented look on her face, Saige trying her best to avoid the hellish fumes but still coughing and gagging for a bit until her friend’s fart finally finished; she’d be fine, but the peeled-off paint on the walls surrounding the entrance was DEFINITELY gonna need to be redone.
 
Again.
 
With that little show out of the way, Courtney, Amanda, Kimmy and Olivia managed to finally get a good enough view to see that their friends’ appearances had changed a bit since they met up that morning.
 
Jackie’s was the most drastic of changes, her breasts threatening to pop out of her thin white top as she walked, scratching her wobbly gut; her shorts were also doing little to stop her bubbly brown butt cheeks from bouncing out of their confines with every step, but that was definitely more of a natural occurrence for her.
 
Saige was basically the same, except that her short-shirts were now completely stained a different shade of blue around her crotch area compared to the rest of her waist.
 
“Bad news, guys.”, Saige said with an easing clap of her hands.
“The repair guys couldn’t fix the AC.”
 
Instead of answering directly, Jackie decided to let her body do the taking for her, letting out a crude-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-directly into the airspace of her four other friends as she approached.
 
“Uh huh; sure, they couldn’t!”, Courtney replied with a mouthful of Amanda’s milk before swallowing it and continuing.
“Say, why don’t you come over here and tell that to the repair guy that’s been filling out my bra since last week?”
 
Hearing this, Jackie finally snapped out of her gluttonous daze and hopped back into her role of being the responsible one (for the time being.)
 
“Wait wait wait.”, she said in confusion.
“Courtney, did you ea- *UORP*-ugh, did you eat the repair guy last week?”
 
“Well, yeah.”, Courtney said casually, looking around at her friends for reassurance.
“I thought we all were doing it…”
 
Despite Courtney’s insistence, the five preds around her all looked at each other with worried gazes, afraid to confess what they knew was true.
 
“Okay…”, she continued.
“If you’ve eaten a maintenance guy in the last MONTH, raise your hand.”
 
To the surprise of no one in the room, all six girls raised their hand at the same time, including the smallest one of the group: Kimmy.
 
“What the-“, Courtney said in shock.
“Kimmy!”
 
“Sorry!”, Kimmy replied, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.
“I ate the plumber last week.”
 
“We have a plumber?”, Olivia asked aloud, only to be completely ignored.
 
“Kimmy, why would you do that?”, asked Amanda.
 
“I don’t know; I was hungry and I thought it’d be funny!”,
“You know, shit- I mean, pooping him out in the same toilet he was just working on?
 
“Hehe…”, Olivia chuckled.
“That is kinda funny.”
 
“Okay, so the AC needs fixing, the toilets need unclog-“, Jackie said, counting her fingers before stopping once she realized something.
“Ho ho hold on, wait a second here. If the toilets have been clogged the whole week, where’ve you all been dumping your prey?”
 
“The dumpster.”, the other five girls said in synchrony.
 
“Oh. Okay. That works.”, Jackie said happily.
“Ha! Thought you had me worried there for a second…”
 
Now relaxed, Jackie propped her elbow atop Courtney’s swollen stomach, unknowingly giving the gluttonous girl’s brain the stimulation it needed to finally release its payload.
 
The blonde girl’s cheeks puffed up for a moment before releasing a humongous belch from between her lips, shaking objects off shelves and quaking the very earth around the building as all five women beside her hurriedly covered their ears to avoid the sonic blast.
 
In the process, however, they failed to notice Courtney actively growing the more gas escaped from her stomach, her shirt ripping open to expose her basketball-sized breasts as her pants simply tore down the middle, causing her big, bubbly, white girl butt cheeks to spring out from their fabricated prison and squish against the metal bars of her chair.
 
Nearly a solid minute passed before the hurricane coming out of Courtney finally came to a stop, the pred now slouching back in her chair as she stopped to catch her breath, occasionally squeezing her bigger chest to watch the milk now dripping from it onto the floor.
 
“You know, a little warning goes a long way…”, Amanda quipped as she took her hands away from her ears, only to get groans from Courtney as a response.
 
“No thinkies…”, replied the gassy girl with a pat on her now smaller (but still pretty bulbous) stomach.
“Only belchies…”
 
“Sounds like a plan to me!”, Saige exclaimed as she cheerfully embraced Courtney in a side-hug, the both of them letting out smaller belches in synchrony…
 
Only to have their friendly moment be interrupted by Olivia, whose much louder-
 
*BUARP*
 
-sent the skull of the mechanics’ boss flying out of her mouth and rolling onto the floor.
 
“Sorry.”, Olivia said plainly.
 
“Okay…”, Courtney continued, an almost drunken slur added to her voice.
“All in favor of EATING the maintenance guy, raise your hand…”
 
“Uh… Are you okay?”, Kimmy asked with a hand on Courtney’s shoulder.
“Did you lose a few of your brain cells letting out that burp?”
 
“Nah.”, Amanda replied with her arms crossed across her giant chest.
“I just think the heat’s finally getting to her.”
 
“What?! No, it’s not!”, Courtney replied, clearly light-headed.
“Come on; ANY girl could get hun- *hic* -hungry after burping like that. You can't BLAME me!"
 
“Okay. I have an idea!”, Jackie interrupted.
“Why don’t we have a NEW electrician come over, we DON’T eat them and then we can grab dinner to celebrate keeping someone out of our stomachs for a few hours?”
 
With only the continued gurgling of Courtney’s stomach answering back, Jackie let out a sigh of disappointment.
 
“Who here can’t wait that long?”, she asked with a tired tone of voice.
 
Amanda, Courtney, Kimmy, Olivia and Saige all quietly raised their hands in synchrony, their collective stomachs audibly groaning at the possibility of more food, no matter what their brains might say.
 
Jackie raised her hand right alongside them.
 
“Of course.”