Emmy licked her nails as she stared hungrily at the woman sitting on a stool a few feet away, her friends’ voices fading into muffled noise as she honed in on the artificial fruit flavor each nail’s polish possessed and the hypnotizing way that girl’s ass shifted in her leather pants.
 
She imagined the feeling of that curvy body sliding down her throat, the taste of her caramel-colored skin hitting her tongue and sending a wave of pleasure throughout her whole body with each elegant inch…
 
“God, she looks good…”, Emmy caught herself saying before the noise of the diner came back into her ears.
 
“You alright, Em?”, came a voice from behind her.
“You’re kinda staring into space right now.”
 
The streamer kept her eyes on her prize for a moment before turning around to see the three friends she’d completely forgotten were sitting at her table, watching her space out after she’d trailed off in the middle of yet another conversation just to stare at some unknowing woman.
 
They figured she’d be hungry missing breakfast like she did, but this was something else.
 
Even now, knowing they were three of the best friends time and effort could buy, Emmy’s mind raced thinking of just how good each one of them would feel to devour right here, right now.
 
Addy’s dark skin and curvy body looked all too ripe for the picking, her ridiculously poofy hair the perfect cherry-on-top for what would definitely be a very fattening chew toy.
 
Bianca was cute but looked a bit blah in terms of taste: thin figure, brown hair, brown eyes, all the traits that’d make her the perfect prey for any method of eating sans orally.
 
The lone man at the table, Chris, though…
 
Oh, he was just the kinda guy any pred would dream to have in their midst; a bit short on smarts, but more than made up for it in heart, gaming prowess and a body that was somewhere between “chubby teddy bear” and “tantalizingly delicious Pillsbury Dough Boy”.
 
Or maybe, just maybe, she could eat all three…
 
“Hmm?”, Emmy hummed in mindless thought before realizing her friend was still talking.
“Oh, yeah; I’m fine!”
 
“You sure?”, Addy asked again.
 
“Mm hmm.”, the predator hummed before her eyes turned back to the ass sitting across from her, her fingers drumming atop her pudgy, gurgling stomach.
“Just fine…”
 
Emmy’s friends simply looked on in concern as her nail licking turned into straight biting for her fingertips, her mind trying desperately to fight her body’s craving for meat before finally caving.
 
“I’ll be right back…”, she mumbled to her friends before she got up from her chair and walked towards the counter, a bit of drool starting to drip from the tip of her distended tongue as she ran it over her teeth in preparation for what she’d been waiting for since breakfast today:
 
Lunch. REAL lunch.
 
Without so much as a word of welcome, Emmy clasped her arm around the chest of Leather Girl, wrapping her other arm around the mouth of her friend just to make sure there wouldn’t be any begging.
 
She wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk things out right now.
 
“Wha- Hey!”, the talkative woman exclaimed in protest.
“What are you-“
 
Her answer came swift and mercilessly as her head was haphazardly shoved into the streamer girl’s drooling maw; feeling the sweet taste of meat on her tongue only sent Emmy further into her animalistic desire for more, fastening her wanting for fullness as the prey girl in her throat was pushed deeper and deeper towards her inevitable demise.
 
The imminent second course beside her could only watch in muted horror as her friend was quickly swallowed by the predator, the last of her boots vanishing past the woman’s lips before a crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-sealed her fate for good, her wriggling form struggling about in the streamer’s stomach.
 
“Oh, yeah!”, Emmy exclaimed as she patted her inflated gut.
“That’s the good stuff. Better than the fries they got here, amiright, guys?”
 
Emmy’s friends didn’t exactly reciprocate the streamer’s enthusiasm, burying their faces in either their menus, their phones or just the empty table to avoid making eye contact.
 
A brief glance at her next snack would’ve made her even hungrier if she wasn’t already swallowing the woman headfirst before she could even think of a reason why; pretty, petite little blondes like Prey #2 here were practically MADE for churning away into boob meat, so it only seemed fair she cut right to the point with this one.
 
She went in headfirst (just like her friend), though this time the gluttonous girl made sure to stop for only a moment and savor her prey’s tantalizingly large chest; while it still wasn’t as big as her own, of course, beggars couldn’t be choosers so, after a few longing licks between her bite-to-eat’s boobs, her descent continued without any more distractions.
 
Well, not COMPLETELY, actually…
 
With so much business going on upstairs, Emmy felt a bit… empty in her downstairs “entrance”, and so, with the bottom half of her prey still dangling out of her mouth, Emmy reached for the next woman at the counter to fulfill her need for an ass snack, only to get an armful of what felt to be incredibly fake fur; turning to get a better look at her next meal, she stopped for a moment.
 
Upon closer inspection, this woman seemed awfully… familiar: short build, prop fangs on her canine teeth, half-shaven head just like hers, a thick, leopard-print jacket of faux fur…
 
Heck, she was pretty sure she’d seen the exact outfit before, too.
 
Emmy nearly choked on her meal the moment she realized she had her hand on the arm of Erika Ishii, a semi-famous voice actress and role-player she’d been decent acquaintances with for a few years now.
 
A bit of an awkward meetup, to say the least.
 
“Emmy?”, Erika said in a confused manner.
 
“Uhrika?!”, Emmy mumbled back with a mouthful of person before she finally leaned her head back and swallowed what was left of her meal in one gulp.
“What are you doing here?”
 
“I- I was just getting lunch!”, Erika replied, the shock of what just transpired still apparent in her voice.
“What are YOU doing here?!”
 
“Getting lunch.”, Emmy said casually with a shrug of her shoulders, the powerful-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-that came exploding from between her lips soon after pelting Erika’s face with a torn-off scrap of her friend’s dress.
“Oh! Oh my God; I am SO sorry!”
 
“It’s fine…”, Erika replied as she slowly peeled the fabric off of her face and threw it to the ground.
“I get that a lot…”
 
“Were they your friends?”, Emmy asked as she turned toward Erika, her bloated stomach simply radiating heat as the writhing forms of Erika’s acquaintances were held only a few inches away from her chest.
 
“They WERE.”, Erika replied, eliciting a cringe-filled inhale through Emmy’s teeth.
 
“Were they important?”, the streamer asked nervously.
 
“Not anymore.”, the smaller girl said back, looking down at her friend’s stomach as she continued.
“Unless one of them gives you indigestion, I guess.”
 
“Erika!”, Emmy said in feigned shock.
“Speak so ill of the dead! I like it.”
 
“Been getting used to it.”, Erika said back with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Been snacking on a few friends myself recently; check this out.”
 
Erika rolled a sleeve back over her arm and showed off her incredible musculature in a powerful-looking flex, much to the awe of her friend.
 
“Woah!”, Emmy said in amazement.
“Look at those gains!”
 
Seeing so much meat packed onto the tiny pred’s arm flicked a certain switch inside the streamer’s mind; her stomach began to hasten the melting of its two prisoners into a broiling sludge, already planting the seeds of hunger in Emmy’s brain as she continued to be mesmerized by Erika’s muscles.
 
“Gains, indeed.”, Erika replied as she tucked her jacket back over her arm.
“So, since you’ve, uh… got your lunch already, why don’t you tell me what you were actually doing here?”
 
“Oh, I was just here with my friends!”, Emmy replied, pointing back to her table before waving to her friends.
“Guys! It’s Erika!”
 
Addy, Bi and Chris looked on in mild concern; seeing Emmy’s haste (so much so that she seemed to be pulling Erika by the arm as she approached the table), they knew this could only go so well.
 
“Erika, these are my friends.”, she said with her hands motioning towards the trio.
“Friends, this is Erika.”
 
“Hey.”, Erika said in an oddly confident tone.
 
“Hi…”, the three said back in a less than enthusiastic tone.
 
Even with the fun Emmy was having introducing Erika to her other friends, a stray thought in the back of her mind still buzzed about like a wasp trapped under a drinking glass; she looked down at Erika…
 
“I need her in my ass right now.”, she thought to herself.
“She isn’t leaving this building without churning into mush, just like her friends are.”
 
Yes, even with two whole people still squirming about miserably in her stomach, the streamer still felt the pangs of hunger clawing at her psyche with every passing moment, and so, with animalistic intention, she made her move.
 
Acting quickly, Emmy firmly grabbed Erika’s hand and placed it squarely onto her ass, the role-player’s open palm being greeted with cheek meat softer than bread dough tucked underneath denim jeans worn thin restraining the streamer’s curves; to say Erika was a bit flustered would be an understatement.
 
For Emmy, though, the feeling of a foreign hand gently squeezing her butt was the last thing on her mind.
 
“Erika!”, she exclaimed with feigned surprise.
“I knew you were into me, but I didn’t think you’d be so pushy about it.”
 
“Oh!”, Erika replied in genuine surprise.
“Well, I, uh… know what I like to see-“
 
“Up up up!”, Emmy interrupted, placing her pointer finger over Erika’s lips.
“Don’t let another word fall out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”
 
Emmy looked towards her friends, all three of which were staring back at her with a look of concern; both the streamer and her friends knew exactly where this was going and, unfortunately for Erika, she knew where this was going, too.
 
Being a pred girl herself, she was no stranger to talking people into getting what she wanted in order to get them in her stomach; being on the other side of that interaction was definitely not a new experience for her.
 
She just had to play it cool.
 
“Why don’t we take this somewhere a bit more private?”, Emmy asked as she ushered Erika away from her table, the trio of friends sharing a look of concern with Erika before the streamer hurriedly pushed her impending snack into the ladies’ room.
 
Here’s hoping playing it cool would pay off.
 
~~~
 
“I can’t believe you have the hots for a pred girl like me.”, she said as she approached her meal, taking off her leather jacket and throwing it to the floor.
 
“Well, I, uh…”, Erika mumbled before getting the wind knocked out of her as Emmy pressed her against the stall door with her gut.
“I couldn’t resist! You’re just very…”
 
“Very?”, Emmy asked in a confused tone.
 
“Well, you’re, uh...”, she finally replied, much to her pursuer’s delight.
“You’re an attention getter.”
 
“Aw! Why, thank you!”, Emmy cooed.
“I’m just glad you even think I’m worth your time; OH, you are SO above my league. I mean, really!”
 
As much as Emmy tried to play things calm and calculated, watching her much smaller friend become so relieved at her comment was simply driving her mad; seeing her chest puff out in newfound confidence only made her that much hungrier, and so, with little more warning than a feral look of desire, Emmy leaned forward and buried her face into Erika’s thick “fur” coat, confusing the owner of said coat immensely.
 
“What are you…”, Erika began to ask before trailing off the moment a sudden sting made its way up her arm.
 
Even through the thick hide of the jacket she wore, Erika still winced in pain feeling the predator’s teeth jab into her bicep, causing Emmy to double back in concern.
 
“Oh, gosh; sorry! Did that hurt?”, she asked.
“Here. Let me make it feel better.”
 
At that, Erika simply stood and stared as Emmy pulled the faux woolen jacket down over her arm (revealing that, indeed, her bite did pierce the skin) and began to gently kiss the minor wound, which felt nice for… a moment.
 
That was until the kiss quickly turned more feverish, coming out and then going back in faster and faster before the pred greedily began to run her tongue across the bite.
 
And slowly up Erika’s arm.
 
And then her shoulder.
 
Her neck.
 
Her face.
 
And finally, her lips.
 
Erika’s brain steadily began to short circuit as her increasingly hungry friend began to “make out” with her, forcefully jamming her tongue all around her mouth and even partially down her throat before things began to escalate.
 
Well, more than they already had, at least.
 
Emmy stared into Erika’s panicked eyes with a look of animalistic intent as they kissed, stopping only for a moment to… dislodge something that’d been catching her attention.
 
*THEW*
 
The kiss was stopped once Emmy looked towards the wall and spat out the fake teeth she’d sucked out of Erika’s mouth onto the floor beside her.
 
“There!”, she said in an unusually motherly tone.
“I don’t know about you but I think I prefer my make out partners to be a bit more… all natural, if you know what I mean.”
 
“Emmy…”, Erika begged, a hint of desperation in her voice.
“We don’t… have to do this. This isn’t like you! We can-“
 
Before Erika could persuade her supposed friend any further, Emmy clasped a hand over her mouth, holding it shut while her words began picking the locks in Erika’s head.
 
“Am I sensing a hint of regret in your voice?”, Emmy asked.
“Uh, ha, because last time I checked, you let
 
“No! No, no, no no no! Come on!”, Erika exclaimed.
“It isn’t like that. It’s just that-“
 
A crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from Emmy’s mouth stopped Erika from explaining any further, the horrific mix of being blasted directly into her face causing her to lose focus, coughing and wiping away water from her eyes as Emmy simply patted her chest in response.
 
“Phew! That was a mean one…”, she said to herself.
“You know, I WOULD say I’m sorry to you like I did before, but after finding out that you’d just grab my butt without some kinda game plan, I just don’t know WHAT to think about you anymore…”
 
“Please…”, Erika replied, in-between coughs.
“Just make this easy for the both of us… I’ve got a life to get to, man…”
 
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that.”, Emmy said back.
“Because that is JUST what I had in mind.”
 
A twist of the captor’s hand revealed a miniature… thing placed in the middle of her palm; a click of a button on its side triggered a small blade to pop out of its top.
 
A switchblade, swiped right out of Erika’s coat pocket; darn her and her affinity for knives.
 
“Hold still.”, Emmy said.
“This’ll only take a second.”
 
Now held at knifepoint, Erika could only watch as the more dominant pred in the room ran the blade gently down the front of her chest, ripping the fabric of her tube top along the way and causing her breasts to take up their full expanse once the knife had made its way across the top completely.
 
Still smaller than Emmy’s, but just big enough to keep her stomach howling for more.
 
Done with the tube top, the streamer closed the blade back into its handle and gently pushed the knife lengthwise into Erika’s mouth; as if there was any more of a hint as to what Emmy wanted her to do, the pred girl simply demanded it.
 
“Go on.”, she said gently.
“Just a little swallow…”
 
Trying to see if she could one up her captor, Erika simply moved the knife into her cheek and feigned swallowing it, which seemed to actually work.
 
For the moment, at least.
 
“Did you swallow it?”, Emmy asked, only to get a hastened (but satisfactory) nod from Erika in return.
“Good girl.”
 
Again, Emmy’s tongue prodded and shoved its way about Erika’s mouth, nearly making her gag this time as it reached directly down her throat as far as it could before pulling back out, revealing the switchblade wrapped in its fleshy grip.
 
As dangerous as her current situation was, Erika knew better than to try swallowing a knife, no matter what.
 
Emmy seemed to show a lot less caution to the danger, readily swallowing the tucked away blade in a single gulp while staring Erika directly in the eyes as she did it.
 
Erika swallowed herself, though hers was definitely more out of nervousness than it was anything else.
 
“I’m gonna give you one more shot, okay?”, Emmy said as she leaned forward, grabbing Erika’s breast with one hand while the other held down the hand Erika had raised over her face to help protect her from the pred’s horrific corpse breath.
“Don’t blow it.”
 
At that, Emmy waltzed around the corner of the bathroom stalls and left Erika to reluctantly follow the instructions she’d been given, steadily unclothing herself as her mind still thought up ways to get out of this.
 
Now by herself, Emmy let out another-
 
*URP*
 
-that she made a half-assed attempt to block with her fist before taking a look at her formerly very packed stomach.
 
As much as she was trying to focus on Erika’s soon-to-be nude body in order to keep herself hungry, it was hard even got her not to be surprised at how fast the two women she’d already eaten today had been churned down into absolutely nothing; clothes, accessories and even bones had been broken down and steadily pushed into her intestines, filling her insides with while filling out the rest of her with all the fat one would expect from devouring two people whole.
 
Her breasts had gotten fuller, stretching out her white “Be Kind To Each Other” t-shirt to its absolute max and making it look even smaller as it failed to hide her [gut] which, while it certainly had gotten smaller than it was less than a half hour ago, still carried far more heft than it did when she woke up this morning.
 
Even with those two fronts covered, though, her lower half still somehow bore the brunt of her recent gain; her jeans had grown tighter over every possible inch, but even they couldn’t stop her thickened thighs from wobbling to and fro underneath their fabric or her hips combining with her fattened ass in order to form an impenetrable barrier that no waistline could be pushed over without relentless effort, which was definitely what Emmy was giving it in order to wrestle said pants off of her body.
 
“Oh gosh…”, she mumbled to herself.
“Do your friends always stick to YOUR legs or am I just a special case?”
 
Before Erika could turn to see what Emmy was talking about, she was doing a LOT more than just seeing it, as the moment she turned in her friend’s direction, her face was assaulted by maybe the plushest ass she'd ever had the pleasure of feeling.
 
Course, the denim-clothed derriere probably would've felt a lot better were it not currently pinning her head against the wall of a grungy diner bathroom, but still, even as she struggled to take the fat-filled fanny off of her face, she couldn't help but take notice of just how much her hands sunk into each chunky butt cheek as she fought to keep her “friend” off.
 
"Erika!", Emmy said in feigned surprise as she grabbed hold of Erika’s arms.
"And I thought you were a professional!”
 
With a kick of Erika's heel, the streamer forced her friend down to the floor, the weight of her stuffed stomach piling on top of everything else only serving to increase Erika's fight for oxygen underneath her bulky body; as if by the grace of God, though, Emmy decided to give her plaything a fighting chance, lifting herself off of Erika’s face for only a moment before pulling her pants down and planting her now bare ass right back down on top of her friend.
 
“Guess not.”, Emmy said insidiously as she shimmied her hips JUST enough to get Erika’s head to pop into her rectum with a sickening-
 
*POP*
 
The role player’s fear went from subtle into a full-on panic as the ass consumed her, her hands desperately trying to pry the pred off of her body before Emmy began to shift her position to being on all fours, forcing Erika to join her as her arms slowly became pinned to her sides.
 
“Yeah, I guess this was ALWAYS going to happen, wasn’t it?”, Emmy said with a grunt as she pulled a struggling Erika deeper inside of her.
“Ever since you first laid your eyes on me, you thought to yourself, “Y’know? I know the whole “being a successful and stupidly pretty voice actress” thing has been working out pretty nice for me so far, but the way this girl’s ass is just SQUEEZED into her jeans is REALLY something. I mean, it is just ridiculous!”
 
Emmy rammed her ass against the wall for emphasis, pushing Erika up to her waist into the pred’s intestines while her butt jiggled tantalizingly from the impact.
 
“And don’t even get me STARTED on her boobs!”, she said as she cupped one of her breasts in her hands.
“The way they just squish against EVERYTHING, the way they just LEAK milk on a 24/7 basis! Boobs like that would run Hooters out of business!”
 
Emmy bit her lip slightly as an extra firm squeeze of her tit finally caused her to spring a leak, a steady supply of milk slowly but surely soaking both her bra and her shirt before filling her hand and spilling out onto the floor.
 
“Oh! And that GUT?!”, she said with a slap of her prey-stuffed paunch.
“That big, mean, sugar-hungry, bubbling, broiling, toiling-and-troubling, PERFECT for digesting and churning up little- *BEURP* bite-sized bitches like me into paste gut? Why, I think I would give my LIFE to be a part of that hulking BEAST.”
 
With Erika’s form steadily filling up her already stuffed stomach, Emmy turned around and sat down atop her massive rump, her prey’s sandal-wearing feet the only thing left outside of her body as they sat wedged between her bubbly butt cheeks, only to be inhaled with an audible-
 
*SHLICK*
 
-leaving only the writhing form of the role-player the only thing left for Emmy to imprint her “impersonation” on.
 
“Sure, we could be friends…”, Emmy continued quietly as she rubbed a hand over her stomach.
“But I REALLY think I just want to die inside of her. I want her to ground- *moan* ground me up into paste just like she did with my no-name friends. All these muscles of mine getting melted down into nothing but padding for a streamer’s big, fat butt, soon to be forgotten by the time she has her dinner? GOD, that sounds hot to me…”
 
Still lost in thought, the streamer made one last tug of her inner muscles, just to make sure any and all of her former friend was now right where she wanted her.
 
“So long, Erika.”, Emmy said calmly as she traced the top of Erika’s head with her finger.
“Pleasure doing business with you.”
 
As much fun as this little bit of “playtime” with her friend was, Erika’s muffled cries of distress helped break Emmy’s immersion; now alone in the bathroom, she smiled a bit at her “performance.”
 
And then she giggled.
 
And then she laughed.
 
She laughed pretty hard, thinking about how much she’d hammed it up just to eat a single person.
 
“You were great.”, she said with a few pats to her stomach, its occupant’s squirming knocking loose a small-
 
*URP*
 
-up and out of Emmy’s mouth.
 
“Oh, come on; I know you can do better than that.”, the streamer said in a motherly tone.
“Give this one the old Ishii try.”
 
Before Erika could do much in protest, the streamer squeezed both sides of her gut with her mighty thighs, letting loose a FAR louder-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-from out of her mouth that managed to take away a decent chunk of Erika’s oxygen.
 
“That’s better.”, Emmy cooed with another run of her stomach.
“Well, hope you have fun in there, because I have a lunch to get back to.”
 
At that, the streamer groaned as she tried getting back on her own two feet; carrying the weight of a whole person and her semi-whole friends was no easy feat for anyone, even a “professional” like Emmy.
 
Even with as much as she ate, there was still FAR more she could do with her appetite…
 
Setting aside that brief thought, one more grunt and she was finally back onto her feet; grabbing her jacket and putting it on before her pants (since she knew that would be the easier feat), the gluttonous girl heaved her jeans up over her fat ass as best she could, the two girls she’d already eaten today making that task exceedingly more difficult given how much they’d already added to it.
 
“Just try not to add too much to my butt, okay?”, she said with an affirmative tug of her pants as she headed for the door to open it.
“I know that’s the last thing you saw before I ate you so it’s definitely fresh on your mind, but your friends are MORE than making up for it for you…”
 
Emmy’s taunt stopped, however, the moment her eyes caught sight of Addy, Chris and Bianca; not sitting at their table, like she thought they were…
 
But standing right outside the bathroom door, their arms crossed over their chests with simultaneous looks of disappointment pointed in Emmy’s directions.
 
“Hey, guys.”, she said nervously.
“How’re ya… what’re ya, heh… you weren’t listening to any of that, were you?”
 
The three simply stood in silence, Erika’s muffled cries of protest saying every word they needed to in that moment.
 
“Come on, guys; relax! It’s not a big deal!”, Emmy said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“It was just a little bit of, uh… totally willing improv between friends.”
 
“Excuse me…”, Addy interjected.
“Willing?!”
 
“Oh, yeah- for sure!”, answered Emmy, interrupting herself as she fumbled about thinking of an answer.
“She was getting SUPER into it towards the end there. I mean she was for the whole thing obviously, but it turns out she just really wanted me to eat her up, so I did.”
 
“I doubt that severely.”, Addy replied.
 
“Aw.”, Emmy groaned in an overly kiddy tone.
“Do you wanna ask her?”
 
The pred placed her hands in her pant pockets and pushed up her gut with her thigh, eliciting a few panicked grunts from Erika as she struggled about in front of Emmy’s friends (and a few very concerned-looking diner patrons.)
 
“That’s what I thought.”, Emmy said affirmatively as she followed her friends back to their table, pulling up another seat next to her own just to make space for her steadily inflating ass.
 
“Didn’t she have some big stream planned for next week?”, Bianca asked.
“That Dungeons and Dragons thing she announced on Twitter a few days ago?”
 
After a few seconds, Emmy’s memory smashed back into her brain like a battering ram.
 
She’d seen exactly the post her friend was talking about; Erika revealing herself as the special guest on maybe the biggest Dungeons and Dragons show on the internet, Critical Role.
 
Hell, she even remembered liking that post…
 
“Oh my God…”, Emmy bemoaned to herself as she ran her palms up her face, her mind currently blowing a gasket trying to think of a way out of this.
 
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”, she said aloud as she pulled out her phone.
“I think I know someone who’s open. Just need to text them to see if it’s fine…”
 
Overhearing even the slightest of talks about being replaced, Erika found a new sense of energy swelling up within her, beating and battering away at her fleshy prison, much to her former friend’s annoyance.
 
“Ignoring you in the process…”, Emmy said to her stomach as she texted her ideal replacement.
“Aaand there! Everything should be good to go!”
 
“Who’d you text?”, Addy asked.
 
“A friend.”, the streamer replied casually as she put away her cell phone.
“They’ve got a lot more experience in role playing stuff than I do, so I think they’d make a nice fit. Course, that’s IF Critical Role will have her, but I think she’s got it in the bag.”
 
While Emmy was making passive conversation, the restaurant staff finally sent someone over to take the table’s order; a waitress, of course, tall and skinny in figure with her long black hair falling over her name tag which simply read “Daisy”.
 
“Have you figured out what you would like… yet…”, said the waitress before actually getting a look at the table, trailing off as soon as she caught sight of Emmy’s quivering gut.
“Oh boy…”
 
“Hmm… Let’s see…”, the streamer said in thought as she looked through the menu.
“You know what? Surprise me. Just keep whatever food you’ve got coming, but if you could make sure its either really meaty or really sweetie or some combination of the two, if you can do that, then that’d be great! I got a really specific diet I’ve been trying to stay on, if you couldn’t tell.”
 
Emmy pat her stomach a few times to emphasize her words, causing Erika to put her pitiful protests on display for the waitress to see.
 
“Right…”, Daisy replied.
“And what about the rest of you?”
 
“We’ll just have whatever she’s having.”, Bianca said back.
 
“Okay…”, Daisy bemoaned as she quickly scribbled something onto her notepad and walked back towards the kitchen.
“Hey, boss lady! I quit!”
 
While the Slavic goth continued to argue with her superiors behind the scenes (all the while breaking into her native tongue every now and then), Emmy and her friends sat in awkward silence for a bit, the gurgling, muffled shouting from Erika finally becoming awkward enough for someone to break the tension.
 
“I can’t believe you just did that.”, Chris said in disbelief.
 
“What?”, Emmy replied, confused.
“We all came here for lunch and now we get to have it!”
 
Her friends’ silence finally brought out the slightest hint of remorse in her tone; only slightly.
 
“Okay…”, Emmy said apologetically.
“I’m sorry I went on that little… thing with Erika earlier. It’s just… I missed breakfast today because I was getting ready to go out with you guys and her friends just looked SUPER delicious sitting over there; I just couldn’t help it!”
 
Despite their previously stone demeanors, having their friend actually break through the cracks of the ferocious predator demeanor she’d had the whole day caused Emmy’s crew to think about how they’d been treating her.
 
“No…”, Bianca said.
“We’re sorry we’ve been getting on your case.”
 
“What?!”, Emmy exclaimed.
“Come on; you guys have NOT been that bad.”
 
“You said that you ripped your favorite pants on Twitter the other day because your butt was too big!”, Chris explained.
“I guess we’ve just been watching your calories for you…”
 
“Are you serious?”, the streamer said with surprise.
“Come on, you should KNOW it’s always “the bigger, the better” with me. Bigger boobs, bigger butt…”
 
Without warning, Emmy reached to both sides and pulled her friends closer to her soft body in a group hug.
 
“Bigger hearts…”, she said sweetly.
 
“Aw!”, her friends cooed, unaware their knees currently jammed into Emmy’s stomach were giving Erika an even worse time than she was already having.
 
“Love you guys.”, Emmy said quietly before her attention wandered elsewhere.
“Almost as much as I am going to love this.”
 
Her friends looked to see an army of waitresses waltzing towards their table, each carrying nearly a dozen plates of food in their arms that they each piled on top of the table.
 
Certainly enough for each of them should they mind their hungrily drooling friend.
 
Without any living food on the table, Emmy’s otherwise ruthless mind was… decently subdued whilst she pigged out.
 
Still, if the food on her table could talk, they would almost unanimously say their time in front of the gluttonous streamer was Hell on Earth.
 
And the time in her mouth might’ve been even worse.
 
Hot dogs were slurped down her throat as their buns were discarded and tossed onto the floor…
 
Chips of glass were broken off of cups as milkshakes were hastily flung into her mouth…
 
Rest assured, any food or drink in front of the streamer was going into her gut; luckily for her, her friends were smart enough to sequester whatever food they wanted in their own corner of the table.
 
The red-headed waitress delivering food, though, was not so lucky.
 
The curvy young thing wearing a name tag labeled “Shirley” reached her arm a little bit too close to Emmy’s reach in order to place more food on the table, suddenly replacing the food in the streamer’s hand as her own hands were shoved into the predator’s mouth.
 
“Hey! Let go!”, the redhead yelled, her sneakers helping little in stopping her slow descent towards the pred’s throat.
 
Before Emmy could do ANYTHING of the sort, the gluttonous streamer grabbed hold of the waitress’ shoulders and yanked them closer to her without so much as a second thought, shoving the girl’s top half into her mouth in only a few seconds.
 
From there, Shirley’s fate was certain; the other three people at the table could do nothing but watch as the young woman’s flailing legs sunk deeper and deeper down the pred’s throat; in less than a minute, the girl was gone, a crude-
 
*BURP*
 
-from between Emmy’s lips (that sent one of the girl’s shoes flying out of her mouth and across the table in the process) sealing her fate.
 
Her friends’ looks of bewilderment managed to snap her back to a bit faster than usual.
 
“Oops.”, she said with a nervous smile before the rest of the table continued their eating.
 
While Emmy and her friends were getting their afternoon back on track, Erika could feel her last bits of strength being sapped away beneath the noxious sludge slowly filling her fleshy prison; with added help from the predator’s new victim, the role-player was melted in a matter of minutes, leaving only the panicking Shirley to wallow in the bubbling mess of foods and half-digested girl as Emmy continued to eat.
 
And eat.
 
And eat.
 
And eat.
 
Nearly an hour passed before the streamer began to slow down her binging; by the time she had, the waitress was dead and a decent chunk of the food she’d eaten was already beginning to pad out her body.
 
Her wobbly breasts ballooned out from under her shirt even more than they had before, not only because of their newfound heft, but because the bra Emmy had worn to contain them had LONG since been too small for the job so, at some point during her binge, the streamer simply tossed off her brassiere and chucked it to the side (causing it to land directly on top of some confused patron’s lunch,) continuing her feasting as milk now steadily streamed out of her chest, soaking her t-shirt and creating a small puddle on the table to go along with the mess she was making of the food.
 
Her stomach, of course, was still as soft and immense as ever, another new layer of pudge being added by the minute as more and more food was emptied out of it and promptly shoved into her intestines, making room for more should she be able to drum up the energy.
 
It was her rear, though, that truly remained the star of the show, even if she’d told Erika specifically not to do that.
 
With her hips inflated to nearly four feet in width, those and both of her VERY abused chairs were nothing but a canvas for an ass that looked soft as a pillow, thick as a pound cake and as gelatinous as a plate of jello;
 
Surely, if Erika were alive to see it, she would’ve honored- no, practically on her hands and knees BEGGING to be added to it.
 
Course, while she might not have gotten to witness those curves in their current glory, what was left of her was very eager to come back outside to see them, as was evidenced by the threatening gurgle emanating from within her bowels.
 
Oh, boy…
 
“I’ll be right back…”, she said calmly as she scooted her two seats away from the table, making her way to the restroom a bit faster than she did last time.
 
Wouldn’t want to embarrass herself TOO much in a public place… again…
 
~~~
 
The door behind her had barely even closed before a powerful-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew out from behind her, filling that part of the bathroom with a toxic green haze tinged with the scent of digested food and dead voice actors.
 
“OH, my God…”, Emmy moaned to herself before a powerful-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-being blown out of her mouth reminding her of just why she was in there.
 
Her food wanted back out. Now.
 
With a squeeze of her stomach, the streamer shuffled her way to the nearest bathroom stall, barely managing to wrestle her pants down to her ankles before the first waist-thick log of shit parted her ass cheeks and fell into the toilet.
 
“Ooh!”, she moaned through gritted teeth.
“Doctor said I needed to stay away from the excess protein… Ugh, but how can I do that when… getting rid of what’s left of you feels SO fucking good, AH~!”
 
A process like this usually happened after Emmy had spent the day stuffing herself silly (or every time she went outdoors, to be more specific), her bowels emptying themselves as their owner drove themselves closer and closer to sexual climax, and yet no matter how many times she did it…
 
Not a moment of it was ever boring.
 
Piece after piece of her prey fell into the toilet as Emmy’s belly grew smaller and smaller; by the time she was done disposing of Erika, her friends and a few dozen pounds of food (and the waitress, but who was counting), her stomach was still packed to the brim with the digested remains of the waitress and plenty of food right alongside her.
 
So it was still big; it just so happened that THIS “big” was pretty normal by her standards.
 
Either way, the very second her intestines emptied themselves, Emmy celebrated this “momentous occasion” with a final cry of pleasure as she hit climax, falling forward atop the toilet before stumbling back to her feet, taking a moment to compose herself and looking back at her work.
 
And my, what a piece of work, it was.
 
Flies already began to gather around the miniature mountain of feces flowing over the toilet as Emmy stared, a half buried skull managing to stand out among the rest of the broken bones and scraps of clothing that littered the pile’s surface as, somehow, it still was stained with Erika’s distinctive pink-and-blue eye makeup.
 
Must’ve gotten burned into her bones somehow; ah, the wonders of the human body…
 
“Damn, Erika!”, Emmy exclaimed.
“Did you do something with your hair? I like it!”
 
The skull’s silence spoke a thousand words.
 
Its jawbone falling off and tumbling onto the floor somehow said even more.
 
“Ooh!”, the streamer groaned in faux cringe.
“Yeah, you might wanna get that fixed…”
 
Despite her attempt to put on another act, Emmy simply keeled over and laughed out loud at that last bit; here she was, standing in a bathroom, talking to a shit-out corpse.
 
What a display.
 
“Later, bitch!”, she said in a hyper Valley Girl tone as she turned to leave, smacking the side of the stall in farewell before walking towards the door, only to stop once she felt a sudden breeze of cold wash across her chest.
 
Looking down at her fattened form, it seemed as though, while she was in the heat of the moment, quite a bit of milk had been squeezed out of her chest, leaving the front of her shirt completely soaked in the stuff as if she’d entered a wet t-shirt contest.
 
In other words, not exactly her style.
 
With a noticeable sigh, Emmy pulled the shirt up over her head and threw it behind her, the wettened fabric landing with a splat on top of Erika’s remains as a final parting gift.
 
What a shame; she liked that shirt.
 
~~~
 
The streamer gleefully hummed a tune as she walked out of the latrine and towards the exit before a stern-
 
“Hey!”
 
-brought her attention behind her.
 
There, she saw a stern-looking woman standing behind the counter; a bit older, red hair (a bit darker than the one she’d pulled out from between her teeth earlier), and perfectly dressed for a business-like position.
 
Her name tag read “Peggy.”
 
“Did you forget something?”, Peggy asked, her fingers drumming atop the cash register catching the pred’s attention.
 
“Oop! You’re right; almost forgot.”, Emmy said as she pulled out her wallet.
“How much was it, exactly?”
 
The bookish woman’s eyes went from the streamer to the cash register, her hands tapping a few buttons on its surface before looking back to Emmy.
 
“Two-eighty-three seventy-five.”, the manager said back.
 
“Uh…”, the streamer moaned, the cogs in her head turning about as she racked up the numbers.
“What?”
 
“You are paying for…”, the woman emphasized as she pointed to the empty seats at the counter.
“Them.”
 
“Oh!”, Emmy said in realization.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear what you were saying; um, I didn’t eat their food.”
 
“No, but you did eat the people who DID eat the food.”, Peggy explained.
“And since they can’t pay because of you, we are laying their tab onto yours. Okay?”
 
Before Emmy could make some kind of protest about her pay, a girlish snicker drew her attention down the counter, where a skinny showgirl dressed in white sat with her equally pretty friend, straight up recording the streamer on her phone as if she were some animal at the zoo.
 
“Oh. My. God.”, the girl said aloud.
“Becky, look at this girl. She looks like a fucking hippo.”
 
“Heh ha!”, her friend cackled in a nasally voice.
“You are so right. Going topless with a body like that is just asking for it.”
 
In their haste to make fun of the pred beside them, however, they failed to see the server bringing their drinks slip behind the counter, completely dousing the two in every flavor of milkshake on the menu, leaving the pair both infuriated and looking absolutely DELICIOUS.
 
Emmy took a deep breath through her nose; this was gonna be fun.
 
“I see.”, she said calmly to the cashier.
“Okay then; I’ll pay the bill, though is it possible I could get one more thing to go?”
 
“Alright.”, Peggy said with a huff.
“What did you want?”
 
“Oh, not much.”, Emmy replied, her hands behind her back before she quickly grabbed the manager by the biceps.
 
Her stomach groaned as she let Peggy notice the sly grin spreading across her face.
 
“Just a little something for the road.”
 
~~~
 
“You think she died in the bathroom?”, Bianca asked with her arms crossed, eliciting giggles from Addy and Chris as she did so.
 
“Shut up!”, Addy said with a laugh.
“She’s probably just paying the bill or something...”
 
While the trio didn’t mind waiting for their friend to catch up, standing outside in the hot L.A. heat for any longer than a few minutes was beginning to become a bit much to bare.
 
Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
 
*KACHUNK*
 
Much to their delight, the sound of the front door opening caused them all to look back to the restaurant, only to have said delight come up a dead stop once they saw walking out the door wasn’t JUST Emmy.
 
Oh no; this was a different beast.
 
What they saw was indeed their friend Emmy trying to loosen her hips from their wedged position within the door frame; wouldn’t have been too unusual of a sight had it not been for:
 
A) the newly inflated gut that the streamer had already gotten through the door, its round form bounding this way and that as the outlines of people occasionally bulged out from underneath its taught surface…
 
B) the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry-flavored handprints dotted across her pale chest, said boobs now out in the open thanks to Emmy diverting her attention to-
 
C) the limp arm currently sticking out of her mouth, which was quickly gulped down in a single gulp before Emmy finally freed herself from the doorframe, revealing to her friends…
 
D) the top half of Daisy the waitress sticking out from between her bubbly butt cheeks.
 
She didn’t always eat like this, but when she did, it always seemed to be around friends; odd…
 
“Pusty mene, you fucking behemot!”, Daisy yelled as she struggled to pull herself free.
“Let me out of your ass before I call the fucking poli-“
 
The goth’s cursing was cut short, of course, by a sudden tug around her legs, pulling her deeper into the pred’s intestines in one fell swoop, leaving only her hands visible to the surface before they, too, vanished between the gluttonous streamer’s cheeks.
 
Emmy turned towards her friends, the semi-feral state she’d been in for the last few minutes steadily fading away as she viewed their shocked expressions.
 
“Holy crap.”, Addy said aloud.
 
“Overboard.”, Emmy said with heavy breath.
“I think I went a little bit overboard…”
 
“You think?!”, Addy exclaimed.
“You’re freaking HUGE, Em!”
 
“Ugh, I know, but they were SO good, though!”, Emmy groaned as she felt more protests tumble about inside of her.
“They were literally COVERED in sugar…”
 
“Did you pay for the food, at least?”, asked Bianca.
 
“Does this count as paying for it?”, the streamer groaned as a bout of harsh gurgling emanated from her stomach, a sign that her body was already well at work churning everything inside of her into mush.
 
Even if it wasn’t the best time for doing that.
 
Try as she might, the great amount of weight currently stuffed into her stomach was just too much for her fattened legs to handle, so the streamer finally gave in to her body and lazily rolled over onto the ground, causing her friends to run to her side.
 
“Holy shit, Emmy!”, Addy exclaimed.
“You okay?”
 
“I’m fine. I’m fine…”, Emmy groaned.
“You think you could get me, like, some water or something?”
 
“You got some milk right there.”, Bianca pointed out before being shushed by Addy and Chris.
 
“Bianca!”, Addy barked, turning back to her friend on the ground to see that she was already slurping milk out of her own breast.
 
“You are SO gonna be immobile after this.”, Chris remarked as Emmy became exhausted once more, letting her breast go and releasing a hearty-
 
*BURP*
 
-into the air.
 
“Worth it.”, she said before collapsing back onto the pavement, a few thoughts running through her head as she struggled to keep a food coma at bay.
 
She’d definitely be getting a HORRIFIC sunburn laying on the ground like this, every inch of her bloated body left uncovered save for her sneaker-clad feet.
 
Course, the people in her stomach would be getting far WORSE burns, but that didn’t really matter too much for them; they wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to them for any longer than the day.
 
Still, even with the burns, the body she’d be waking up with would be absolute delight to toy around with, and with her friends to support her along the way?
 
Yeah, she could definitely enter her food coma happy.
 
“This is the life…”, Emmy whispered to herself before passing out cold.
 
Thoughts of a buff Erika Ishii running through her head…