You look at yourself in the mirror. It has been several days since you ate your doctor. You look at your reflection, turning this way and that. That pretty doctor was tasty, but she left you looking a bit chunky. You wouldn’t go so far as to call yourself a Fat Ass, but you can definitely see that she put some weight on you. You decide you have to face it. It isn’t a good idea to eat pregnant women if you are relatively inactive. With a sigh, you decide that you have no choice but to renew your gym membership.
 You sigh as you enter the gym. Sonja smiles at seeing you, brushing a lock of her thick mane of fire-red hair behind her ear, then stroking her swollen belly, as she is eight months pregnant.
 “Hey, Alex,” she coos, “you here to workout, or would you like a nice meal?”
 “Not today,” you reply.
 “But I fattened myself up for you,” Sonja whines, patting her belly, “why won’t you eat me?”
 “Not hungry,” you sigh, “sorry.”
 “You’re NEVER hungry,” Sonja whimpers, “every time I see you while I’m pregnant, you aren’t hungry. When I see you and you ARE hungry, I’m not pregnant! When are you going to eat me?”
 “I’ll eat you someday,” you promise, “I’m here to work off my last meal.”
 “I heard about that one,” Sonja grumbles, pouting, “you ate your doctor.”
 “Couldn’t help it,” you reply, “she reached down my throat while I was hungry, and…well…down she went.”
 “I wouldn’t know,” Sonja hissed, “I haven’t seen the inside of a stomach in months. And the last time you ate me…you spit me back up.”
 “Hey, some girls are too pretty to digest,” you boast.
 “Next time you eat me,” Sonja growls, “you’d better digest me.”
 “I’ll think about it,” you counter.
 You pass the reception desk, smirking as Sonja kisses the air at you. As you step into the locker room to change into your workout clothes, you notice the room is coed. Men and women both share the room. Most of the women are in various stages of pregnancy. Here and there men and women make out, making it obvious to you that those women who aren’t pregnant soon will be. Ignoring the sexual antics going on around the room, you change and walk out to the gym.
 The main gym floor is a vast open space filled with the typical assortment of gym equipment: exercise bikes, treadmills, ellipticals, stair-steppers, weight machines, etc. Aerobic rooms and steam rooms line the sides of the gym. Like the locker room, the gym is populated with an equal mix of men and women. The majority of the women are in various stages of pregnancy. The presence of so many pregnant women makes it obvious that the equipment has been customized to accommodate heavily pregnant women. You cross the gym floor to the weight stacks. As you do, the pregnant women smile at you.
 “Hey, Alex,” a hugely swollen brunette jeers, “working off a meal…or looking for one?”
 You ignore the comment as you set the weights and start pumping iron. As you do, you spot two women riding exercycles. One, a buxom blonde is heavily pregnant with twins. The other, a lithe woman with a mane of dark auburn hair, is not pregnant. You watch them exercise for a few moments, hearing the auburn girl’s stomach rumbling. This catches the attention of the blonde, who smirks, stroking her belly. The auburn girl tries to ignore the pregnant blonde. However, after a few minutes, she can’t take it any longer. She nimbly hops off her exercycle. The blonde eagerly dismounts her own exercycle and begins kissing the auburn girl. You watch as the auburn girl stretches her mouth over the blonde’s head. You are fascinated as the auburn girl begins swallowing the blonde, who clearly enjoys becoming a meal. The auburn girl moans as she slurps down the blonde’s shoulders and ponderous breasts. The blonde slips her hand into her panties and starts fingering herself as the auburn girl works her swollen belly down. The blonde’s belly vanishes quickly, followed by her hips. The auburn girl tips her head back, hefting the blonde’s hips and legs over her head. Letting gravity do most of the work, the auburn girl slurps the blonde down, her legs vanishing down her predator’s gullet like noodles. In moments, the auburn girl slips the blonde’s shoes and socks off, then slurps her prey’s feet down. The auburn girl gives a final swallow, sending the blonde into her belly. She rubs her hugely swollen middle, clearly enjoying the squirming of the blonde inside her stomach. The auburn girl lets out a most unladylike belch, then she looks at you, licking her lips. Uttering a hiccup, the auburn girl waddles off to the locker room, passing by you as you pump iron.
 “Aren’t pregnant chicks delicious,” she teases.
 “Sure are,” you say, “that’s why I’m here…working off the last one I digested.”
 “I feel you, friend,” the auburn girl sighs, then she pats her belly saying, “won’t be long before I’m back working this girl off.”
 “Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around,” you say.
 “Name’s June,” the auburn girl says, “let’s hook up sometime. We’ll find some pregnant chicks to eat.”
 “Maybe,” you say.
 “See you soon…hic…Alex,” June flirts.
 With that June ambles away, hiccupping as she crosses to the locker rooms. You finish pumping iron and decide to run on the treadmill next. As you cross to the treadmills, you hear a heavily pregnant woman with mousy brown hair.
 “Who you gonna eat next, Alex,” she asks.
 “Depends on who’s nearby when I get hungry,” you reply.
 “You got a nicely plump meal right here,” she teases, stroking her belly.
You quickly find an unoccupied treadmill and get on it. After taking the time to put on your headphones and starting some music, you start the treadmill and start running. After a few minutes, you notice the treadmill beside you is occupied by a stunningly beautiful young woman. She is slender and lithe, her body clearly showing the results of a regular workout. You can’t help noticing her sculpted legs, which are vividly displayed by her formfitting gray leggings, which look painted on. Her sizable breasts bounce with each stride as she runs, despite the restraining presence of her skintight sweatshirt. Her honey blonde hair is pulled back in a high ponytail that swishes and bounces as she runs. You then notice her belly, which is bare, her top bunched up beneath her breasts and her leggings barely covering the lower area of her tummy. The girl notices you looking at her, and smiles. You notice her belly shifting as her baby moves inside her. The girl sees this, and strokes her belly, kissing the air at you. You crane your neck to look at her buttocks, clearly visible beneath her leggings. The girl invitingly smirks, soundly smacking her own butt. She then hefts her breasts, then lets them bounce. You don’t know how long you and the girl go on like this. As you both run, the girl mercilessly teases you with little strokes over her breasts, little pats on her butt, and even a few strokes between her thighs. Before you know it, she finishes her workout, and gets off her treadmill. Your treadmill’s running program finishes up at that moment, so you get off it. As the girl walks past you, she pats you on the butt, winking at you as she heads for the showers. You cannot resist, and thus you follow her.
You find the girl inside the locker room. She smiles at you as she peels her top off. She then slips her leggings off, bending over, and turning her ass toward you, affording you a fantastic view of her camel toe. She remains bent over as she pulls her panties off. Last, she takes her sport bra off. Naked, she walks over to you, teasing a finger across your chest, a clear invitation for fun.
“Hi, cutey,” she coos, “what’s your name?”
“Alex,” you stammer.
“I’ve heard of you,” she teases, “you’re notorious for eating pregnant women.”
“What’s your name,” you ask.
“I’m Rachel,” she flirts, “I’ve heard you eat pregnant women, but I never knew you were so incredibly cute.”
“You are deliciously beautiful,” you groan.
“Emphasis on ‘delicious’,” Rachel teases, stroking her belly, “you planning on eating me?”
“Not really,” you counter, then you brazenly stroke her nether lips, “but I might be convinced to do other things to you.”
“Get outta those sweaty things,” Rachel groans, stroking your rapidly hardening manhood, “and join me in the shower. I’d love to have this big baby-maker inside my wet pussy!”
“Gladly,” You cry.
As Rachel steps into the shower room, you pull off your sweaty clothes, then dash into the shower. You are thankful to find no one else in the shower. Rachel is already washing herself. She smiles at seeing you. You cross to her, taking her bottle of body wash. She moans as you spread the soap all over her body, especially over her hugely rounded middle. She responds by soaping your own body, paying particular attention to your manhood. As you and Rachel rinse each other off, you pull her into your arms and start kissing her. You feverishly make out with her. She moans as you kiss her. You groan as she strokes your member, her talented tongue swirling around inside your mouth. One of you turns the shower off, and still kissing and fondling, somehow work your way out to the locker room. Rachel bends over a bench, waggling her butt at you. You grab her hips and plunge your erection into her dripping vagina. You hump her, drawing orgasmic moans from her. As you make love to her, she tosses her head, her honey blonde hair flying around her. You groan as your hips slap against hers. She howls as she climaxes over and over and over again. You can already feel your own orgasm starting to build deep in your core. You bend over top of her, grinding your hips against hers, while reaching around to fondle her ponderous breasts. Suddenly, you plunge your stiff shaft fully inside her. She gasps at the sensation of you pumping her full of your potent seed. She trembles as you let her up. You pull her into your arms, holding her as she gasps, trying to catch her breath.
“That…was…wonderful,” she pants.
“Sure was,” you grunt.
At that moment, your stomach rumbles. Rachel looks down at your middle, smirking. You blush scarlet as you feel the hunger coming on.
“You sound hungry,” Rachel breathes, then she strokes her belly, “wanna devour me? I mean, I was really looking forward to birthing this baby…but if you want to eat me, I wouldn’t mind.”
“I dunno,” you counter, reluctant to eat her, “I kinda like you. I really enjoyed having sex with you. It’d be a shame to digest a pretty girl like you.”
“I know,” Rachel admitted, “you satisfied me more than the guy who knocked me up. I’m sure you’ll enjoy eating me.”
“Rachel,” you sigh, “I was working out because I’m a little chunky from the last preggo I ate. I’m not sure I want to digest another girl.”
“Who said you had to digest me,” Rachel asks, “I’m sure you can spit me back up. I’ve heard you can.”
“Who told you that,” you ask.
“I’m friends with Sonja at the reception desk,” Rachel admits, “she says the thing that annoys her is that you’ve swallowed her before but won’t digest her. And yet, you didn’t spit up your doctor.”
“Honestly, I could have brought the doctor back up,” you confess, “I was just so hungry that day I didn’t want to bring her back up.”
“Couldn’t you swallow me,” Rachel suggests, “hold me in your stomach for a while, then swallow some other girl to digest her?”
“Maybe,” you reply, seriously considering her suggestion.
“I really like you, Alex,” Rachel coos, “I admit I’m torn between wanting you to digest me and wanting to stick around for more sex.”
“So, what do you wanna do,” you ask.
“Swallow me,” Rachel says, “see how long you can keep me in your belly without digesting me. While you’re on your way out, take Sonja home with you. If I make it back to your place without being digested, you can spit me up, then devour Sonja, and digest her.”
“I like it,” you say.
“I hoped you would,” Rachel sighs, “I love taking risks,” she strokes her belly, “it’s how I got pregnant to begin with. I’d love to spend time in your belly, see how long I can beat the odds and not get digested. You win either way.”
“What about after you have the baby,” you ask.
“My sister said she and her husband would adopt my baby,” Rachel says, “if I could keep from being digested.”
“What about if you got digested,” you ask.
“She’s pregnant,” Rachel says, “she gets a baby either way.”
“So, you’ve got this planned out,” you note.
“I admit, I wanted you to eat me,” Rachel says, “I’ve always wanted to see how long I could stay in a pred’s belly without being digested. Hell, in high school, I was the champion of belly escapes.”
“Sounds like you were planning on getting out of my belly no matter what,” you say.
“I’m sorry,” Rachel sighs, “I saw you as a challenge. I didn’t anticipate having great sex with you. I was hoping you’d just eat me. Now, we had really great sex, and I’m torn between wanting more sex, and letting you eat me to see how long I can stay in your belly, then trying to escape before you digest me.”
“My kind of girl,” you say with a smirk, “but what if I digest you before I get Sonja home?”
“Won’t matter to me,” Rachel counters, “I’ll be too digested to care.”
“Well, you’ve got a deal, Rachel,” you say, “in my belly you go. If you’re still around when I get home, I’ll let you out…if you can escape.”
“Escaping your belly won’t be a problem,” Rachel says, “your challenge is to see if you can keep me down. If you can keep me from escaping your stomach, you get to digest me. If I get out of your belly, after I have this baby, you get to knock me up with the next one.”
“Challenge accepted,” you boast, “now get in my belly!”
You stretch your mouth over Rachel’s head, swallowing hard as you can. Rachel gasps in ecstasy as you suck her shoulders into your mouth. She strokes your manhood as you stuff her breasts into your mouth, gulping more of her down. You easily stretch your mouth around her full-term belly. You grab a handful of her buttocks and shove her into your mouth. You slurp her legs down, keeping her sliding into you with little gulps. You can feel your belly swelling as she curls up inside your stomach. You can hear her screaming in orgasm inside you. Before you know it, her toes vanish inside your mouth. You groan as the last of her slides down your throat, dropping into your stomach with a satisfying plop and a visible bounce of your belly. You lick your lips as you feel her wriggle inside your stomach. You pull your clothes on, then taking up both your gym bag and Rachel’s, you amble out of the locker room. As you leave the gym, you spot the other pregnant women exchanging knowing smiles, making little comments about how you’ll never change. As you step out into the reception area, Sonja utters a disappointed gasp.
“Oh, come on,” she cries, “who’d you eat?”
“Your friend Rachel,” you reply.
“Lucky bitch,” Sonja grumbles, “let’s see you keep her down. She escapes stomachs for fun.”
“I know,” you reply, then you pat your belly, “I’m looking forward to seeing her try.”
“If she escapes your belly, which I’m sure she will,” Sonja said eagerly, “would you please eat me? I’d let you digest me.”
“You know what,” you say, “come on. If Rachel escapes my belly, I’ll eat you.”
“And if you digest her,” Sonja asks.
“You and I get to have lots of sex until I’m ready to eat you,” you reply.
“Well,” Sonja cheers, “I’m either your girl or your meal.”
“Let’s go,” you offer.
Sonja leaps to her feet, taking up her purse. You put an arm around her as the two of you leave the gym. As you walk her to your car, you secretly hope Rachel escapes your belly. You find yourself wanting to see how Sonja tastes.