Regular viewers of the Dungeons and Dragons stream "Critical Role" were taken aback a bit by the ensemble cast of roleplayers set to play through their campaign today.
 
Not by the regular cast, of course; Ashley, Laura and Marisha looked as fine as ever, all three of them dressed in various degrees of casual wear that managed to hide their exemplary curves from most of their audience.
 
Well, except for Ashley, whose well-padded posterior remained packed in her jeans, the fabric being stretched to its absolute limit as her ass simply oozed across her poor, defenseless chair…
 
And Laura, her cantaloupe-sized breasts pressed tightly against the inner fabric of her shirt, jiggling to and fro with even the slightest of movement…
 
And Marisha too, with the soft, gurgling belly that laid in her lap an evident sign that the food she ate was much more... consistently filling compared to most people.
 
Okay, maybe the three regulars at the table weren’t exactly subtle in showing off their attractiveness, but the other three women alongside them might’ve been even less capable of doing so.
 
The woman beside Ashley was a bit more plump in nature than she was, her short black hair and thick reading glasses offsetting the soft, motherly curves that sat packed into her green woolen sweater and burgundy pants.
 
Beside Laura sat a far more visually-striking character, her curly pink hair setting a nice contrast with her caramel-tinted skin, with her childish get-up of a striped sweater with coveralls itself serving as a contrast for the even LARGER curves tucked away underneath it.
 
Her boobs resting atop her gut, her butt pressed snugly against the back of her chair
 
At the very end of the table, though, the real attention-getter sat next to Marisha.
 
A woman in black, whose robe was tinted green much like her hair, sat with an absolutely MASSIVE pair of tits bulging out from her front, completely dwarfing both Laura and her pink-haired friend’s chests combined as the massive melons got to show off their pale skin in spades thanks to the incredibly open expanse of cleavage
 
Yes, Ashley herself had gone through the process of getting this trio of strangers onto the show after the group’s previously established guest (one Ms. Erika Ishii) ran into… a bit of a snag grabbing lunch with a friend the other day and was now unable to show up to this or any future D&D sessions.
 
After said friend of Ms. Ishii sent a few photos and clips detailing the three possible candidates, Ashley practically short circuited herself and invited all of them against a decent chunk of the team’s wishes.
 
All for the best, of course.
 
For you see, she and the big chested one (who went by “RIPMika” online) had cooked up something rather… devious in their DM’s while they were arranging the sextet’s meet-up today.
 
Just had to wait for the right pillars to fall into place; that’s when the show was REALLY going to start.
 
“Your boots sink into the shallow, grey muck beneath your feet with every step.”, Laura said aloud to the group.
“Before you are able to deal with the mild nuisance, however, you come across a VERY buxom witch and her cohorts.”
 
“May I ask HOW buxom?”, Ashley asked, her eyes staring straight into Mika’s.
 
“Incredibly.”, Laura replied.
“You finds your eyes locked onto the sorceress’ enormous chest, unable to look away as you gaze upon its girth rising and falling alongside her every breath.”
 
“No problem with that.”, Ashley remarked, her eyes fluttering as her gaze remained fixed on the vast expanse of cleavage bulging out of the green-haired woman’s chest.
“Just who, may I ask, is the owner of the marvelous pair that I’ve found myself so entranced by?”
 
“I’m glad you asked, hero.”, Mika replied.
“For it is I, Mika the Cha- *URP* -Charmer, *BUORP* and with me are my comrades-in-arms, Phylicia-of-Fire and Meghanium Visuel.”
 
“Hi!”, Meghan the pink-haired girl said happily, waving her hand in greeting to the rest of the cast.
 
“Hello.”, Phylicia said quietly as she leaned in a bit too close to the microphone, her hands remaining gripped nervously to her chair before adjusting her glasses.
 
“Having a hard time dealing with the swamp, witch, or are your insides just excited to see me?”, Ashley asked.
 
“Sorry, I’m just busy dealing with the LAST band of advent- *UORP* -ugh, adventurers to waltz through these parts.”, Mika replied before a crude-
 
*EEUUURRP*
 
-was pounded out of her chest with her fist, her boobs wobbling ever so slightly as she did so.
 
“Most don’t last very long dealing with my… challenges, but these ones have been giving me some trouble.”
 
“I travel with two heroes of my own, fair witch.”, Ashley said in a grand voice.
“We seek passage across your large, unforgiving tracts of land… if you allow it.”
 
“Hmm…”, Mika hummed in thought.
“That can certainly be arranged.”
 
The cunning streamer leaned forward as she promised “the heroes” a way through, smooshing her tits against the table directly in front of a cautious Marisha.
 
She was no stranger to what a pair like that could do to a person (boobs THAT big were essentially a black hole strapped to Mika’s chest) so when an unknown hand (belonging to Mika) began to gently try pushing her closer to said breasts, she acted a bit more standoffish than she normally would.
 
“Hey!”, Marisha barked, snapping out of character for a bit.
“Hands off, alright?”
 
"Marish- I mean Laudna, relax.", Laura said calmly.
"It's just a game."
 
“Aw, haha!”, Mika cackled.
“Who said anything about a game, noble warrior?”
 
“Yeah!”, Meghan added before turning to her friend.
“Mika!”
 
“Yeah.”, the buxom “witch” replied.
 
“Is this the part where we start eating them?”, Meghan asked in a not-so-quiet whisper directly in front of Marisha’s face.
 
“Eat- okay.”, Marisha growled as she scooted herself away from the table, only to find Mika attempting to hold her in place.
“Get your hands off of me before I-“
 
“Watch your tongue!”, Mika exclaimed as she struggled to keep a now angry Marisha
“The witch and her associates choose to devour the heroes alive. Any objections?”
 
“Nope!”, Ashley said with an over-enthusiastic nod.
 
“No!”, Meghan said defensively as she basically laid claim to Laura, wrapping her arms and her soft body around the brunette enthusiastically as she said it.
 
“I guess not…”, Phylicia said plainly as she got out of her chair and ducked underneath the table, mentally preparing herself to start eating Ashley from the feet up before someone else decided to butt in.
 
“Can we at least roll the dice first?”, Laura asked nervously as she rolled a D-20 on the table in front of her, careful not to upset the pred currently locking her in a bear hug.
 
“Okay…”, Mika agreed.
“Why don’t you roll for a death saver?”
 
“But I, uh…”, Laura muttered before she was interrupted.
 
“Here. Watch; I’ll do it, too.”, Meghan replied before she reached around her captive and grabbed her own D-20 from off the table.
 
Laura watched in sheer disbelief as the pred girl flicked the die into the air and caught it perfectly in her mouth, much to the surprise of the rest of the table.
 
“Okay, I guess we’re doing this now.”, Phylicia added as she got back up from the floor and sat back in her seat.
 
Just in time to watch Laura’s roll.
 
“Eight.”, she said before a loud-
 
*CRUNCH*
 
-drew her attention back up from the table.
 
A few colorful chips could be seen in the light flying out from between Meghan’s teeth as her die was smashed into pieces, her tongue rolling a few bits around in her mouth for a bit as she spit one of the larger pieces out onto the table.
 
“Yo!”, the pred girl exclaimed.
“Nineteen!”
 
Sure enough, the chunk that did survive was labeled a larger number than Laura’s.
 
Go figure.
 
“Nice.”, Mika grunted as she struggled to hold back a now frantic Marisha.
“Now hurry up and tell us how the story ends, Laura; I’m getting hungrier just thinking about it…”
 
“The, uh…”, Laura continued, defeated.
“The heroes are pinned to the ground by Mika and her cohorts-“
 
The busty woman was cut off mid-sentence as the pink-haired girl next to her moved the chair out from underneath her, sending her plummeting to the ground with Meghan following close behind.
 
Before she could get herself a breath of relief, Laura felt an IMMENSE weight crash onto her chest as Meghan hopped off of her seat and plopped down directly onto her new one, giving little concern for the hundred-plus pound weight difference as she did so.
 
“Put me in feet first, Phylicia.”, Ashley said as she slammed her legs atop the table.
“I wanna get a good look at this…”
 
“O-kay…”, the nervous pred said back, her voice filled with doubt as she attempted to move her meal’s feet behind her as she pulled her pants down.
 
“Come on, Laura!”, Meghan chided to the woman trapped underneath her fat body.
“Can’t leave an audience- *BEURP* -mmm, waiting.”
 
“Are we still live?”, Laura whimpered.
 
“I can tell you who won’t be in a few hours…”, Mika chimed in, eliciting cackling laughter from Ashley and smiles from every other woman in the room except Laura and a struggling Marisha.
 
“Well?”, Meghan asked her prisoner, wiping away the drool pooling around her lips as she did it.
“We’re waiting…”
 
“Fear runs through their hearts as, one… by one, Laudna, Imogen and Fearne are devoured whole and alive…”, Laura said nervously as she eyed the drool dropping from the predator’s mouth onto her face.
“The party’s journey comes to an end as the predators feast upon their bodies….”
 
“Game over!”, Ashley yelled to her friend.
“Ha!”
 
“Oh! Thank you!”, Meghan said with a sigh of relief before leaning forward and taking half of Laura’s head into her mouth.
“Wash freaking SHTARVING over here…”
 
Laura let out a distressed groan as Meghan ran her tongue up the side of her face, which quickly turned into a muffled scream the moment her entire head became engulfed in the pred girl’s maw; her struggling could do little with her arms being pinned to her sides, and so all the poor woman could was kick and hopelessly yell as the pink-handed pred worked her way down her body.
 
Marisha and Ashley watched in stunned silence as Meghan returned to her chair, her head tilted toward the sky with Laura’s legs still left sticking out of her mouth; slowly but surely, the gluttonous girl swallowed her prey inch by inch, much to the amusement of her pred friends (and Ashley.)
 
“How’s she taste?”, Mika asked, waiting for Meghan to make one last swallow before giving an answer.
 
“Perfect.”, Meghan said as she rubbed over her bloated stomach, a crude-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-exploding from between her lips sending at least half a dozen die of various sizes, shapes and colors flying out of her mouth and onto the table.
 
Guess Laura still had some tricks up her sleeve, even if they didn’t help her escape death much.
 
“You motherfuckers…”, Marisha growled.
“You really think you can just eat us in front of a live audience and treat it like it’s a GAME?! Oh, I swear when I get my hands on all three of you, I am going to- MMPH!”
 
“And with that, Mika the Charmer banished Laudna to the deepest, darkest recesses of her bosom.”, Mika said affirmatively as she pushed Marisha’s head between her plush, plush cleavage.
“The Hollow sorceress is now FAR better at filling things out than she was in life as every inch of her cold, half-human skin is instantly transformed into pound upon pound of warm, doughy breast meat and thick, bubbling milk.”
 
The fabric around Mika’s chest grew tighter and tighter the deeper Marisha sunk into her boobs before, finally, the dress could take no more, tearing in two with an audible-
 
*SHRIP*
 
-and forcing the two watermelon-sized melons to take up their full expanse in the streamer’s arms.
 
“Ooh, yeah.”, Mika growled through gritted teeth as she felt her breasts expanding like rising dough in her arms.
“Right where you belong…”
 
While she would’ve been ashamed to say it out loud, seeing her friend be turned into tit meat before her eyes made Ashley more aroused than she could’ve possibly imagined she’d be today.
 
Glancing over at the camera for a moment before feeling an overwhelming urge to satisfy her pleasure, the horny role player began to grind her hand into her privates as she watched the pred feed, every inch of Marisha’s lower half disappearing from sight causing her to go faster and faster.
 
At least until said legs gave out a sudden twitch of activity before going still once more.
 
That just drove her up the wall.
 
Her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes remained squarely on Mika’s ravenous chest, the willing pred-turned-prey banged her hips against the table, thumping it over and over again before the tightening feeling around her feet suddenly loosened up.
 
Talk about a boner killer.
 
“Hey, Mika?”, Phylicia asked concernedly.
 
“Yes?”, Mika replied, her elbows on the table as she looked back at her cohort.
 
“Quick question.”, said Phylicia.
“Do you normally do this on these streams?”
 
“Do I do…”, the big-chested beaut asked as she pushed Marisha’s feet into her cleavage.
“Anal?”
 
“Just… eat people.”, Phylicia clarified, her fingers fluttering about as if she was describing something unpleasant.
“You know. What we’re doing right now.”
 
“Kinda?”, Mika replied.
“I’ve done DND before, I’ve eaten people DURING DND before, but doing this has been on my to-do list for a really…”
 
Mika trailed off, taking a moment to wrap her hand around the back of Ashley’s neck as she leaned forward, bringing her deadly chest merely a few inches away from her “partner-in-crime.”
 
“REALLY long time.”, she purred.
“Guess I’m glad Emmy had a go at your little guest. Or… You know what? I think YOU might be a bit more into this than I am…”
 
“Fuck…”, Ashley moaned as she stared longingly into the predator’s eyes.
 
“Oh, do you want a taste?”, Mika asked the poor girl, squeezing her breasts and wobbling them up and down in her arms, tantalizingly so.
“Got plenty to spare.”
 
“Yes!”, Ashley moaned as she dragged herself across the table to get closer to the streamer’s chest, pulling Phylicia along with her as the artist’s intestines remained firmly clenched around her legs.
 
“Ow! Ow!”, Phylicia said as she banged her thighs against the side of the table.
“Okay, okay; I guess we’re doing this now…”
 
With as much precision as she could, Phylicia brought one leg up onto the table followed by the other, leaving herself uncomfortably sitting on her knees as her supposed-to-be meal was having her own last meal straight from the tap.
 
“Careful.”, Mika said playfully.
“My girls can get awfully hungry at this size.”
 
Taking little heed to Mika’s veiled threat, Ashley continued the suckle the milk made out of her former friend; she couldn’t help but notice Marisha’s Kentucky roots giving the substance a slight tinge of bourbon as she drank, sending mouthful after mouthful of the stuff down her throat and into her gut, inflating her stomach considerably before feeling a strange... tugging sensation around her feet.
 
After taking some time to breathe and focus on completing "the task at hand", Phylicia finally continued to devour Ashley with her ass, slowly pulling her farther and farther away from the tits she was currently making a meal of right now.
 
Looking to get the most out of the experience while she could, Ashley returned one hand back to her crotch while the other remained attached to Mika's breast, her fingers not-so-subtly jamming themselves into her privates as she continued to suckle from the streamer's teat.
 
As much as she would've liked this feeling to go on for forever, by the time Phylicia made it to her thighs, it was getting almost impossible for her mouth to reach Mika's chest, so, with one last hearty suck, Ashley gulped it down and let out a sigh (it'd been almost a minute since she'd actually come up for air); the woman let out a hearty-
 
*EURP*
 
-as she looked down towards her fate before looking back up at her collaborator in orchestrating this entire thing.
 
She was so close at the other end of the table, and yet she was increasingly getting farther away...
 
How ironic.
 
“God, I wish it was you doing this to me…”, Ashley mumbled pathetically as she was pulled across the table and deeper into Phylicia's insides, longingly looking into Mika's eyes as she did so.
 
"Oh, yeah?", Mika replied as she hefted her monstruous breasts off of the table and into her lap with a smile on her face.
“Keep wishing.”
 
Just like she expected, playing up the “cruel pred” bit only caused Ashley to get even hornier for her impending demise, the excited pred-turned-prey now groping her breast as she continued to finger her privates.
 
Much to the bemusement of the woman currently eating her.
 
“God damn it.”, Phylicia groaned.
“Could you not? Please? You are making this WAY too weird right now.”
 
“Oh, shut the fuck up…”, Ashley hummed to herself.
“Let me have this…”
 
“Okay…”, Phylicia said with a sigh.
“Let’s just get this over with…”
 
A subtle grin came onto Ashley’s face as she felt a great tugging around her legs pull her across the table by nearly a foot, the feeling of being up to her waist in some stranger’s intestines bringing her ever so closer to climax before she was pulled deeper.
 
And deeper…
 
And deeper…
 
And deeper.
 
In less than a minute, only her head was left visible to the outside world, her overly-pleasured, cross-eyes face wedged between two bubbly butt cheeks being the last image the world would see of Ashley Johnson before she was finally took that fatal plunge towards her ever-so-tempting death; Phylicia breathed a sigh of relief.
 
“God, she was weird…”, she mumbled under her breath as she cradled her stomach, a sudden-
 
*FRRT*
 
-squeaking out of her rear drawing her attention elsewhere.
“Oh, God…”
 
Phylicia knew just as well as anyone what happened to preds whenever they went more than a few days without taking prey up the butt; heck, she’d been dealing with Meghan’s gaseous buildup nearly the whole of yesterday, cracking open windows and turning on fans just to keep the foul stench of ass gas out of the house for the day.
 
And she ate people DAILY; the last person Phylicia ate was… maybe two weeks ago.
 
Orally.
 
Yeah, maybe there was some reason to worry.
 
Cautious of moving too much for fear of busting the dam, Phylicia racked her brain for an excuse to get out of sight; looking over briefly at her friends, she subtly pulled her phone out of her pocket and dropped it to the floor.
 
“Whoops! I dropped my phone!”, she said in feigned surprise.
“I’m just gonna… get that…”
 
At that, the pred girl kicked her chair to the floor and steadily lowered herself to the ground, making room for a squirming Ashley as she positioned herself beside the table, grasping the sides with her hands and biting the edge with her teeth just to brace herself.
 
This was gonna be rough.
 
*FRRRRRT*
 
A loud fart erupted from Phylicia’s rear with the force of genuine wind, the sheer force of the stuff driving her teeth deeper into the table as the embarrassed pred crossed her eyes and let out what could only be described as a “pleasured yet regretful moan.”
 
Course, the pred had every reason to be embarrassed about letting one rip around others like this; while her girlfriend’s gas was bad, hers was downright horrendous nearly every time she ate somebody, the curly hair atop her head tightening up from the hellish heat blowing out of her bowels second after sickeningly pleasurable second.
 
Phylicia let a certain stillness return to the air before she felt comfortable enough to let go of the table, a single breath of air puffing out of her nose just to keep the foul fumes out of her face
 
Now recomposed (as best she could be, at least), Phylicia breathed a deep breath of semi-clean air and opened her eyes to see empty chairs, a messy table…
 
And her girlfriend suckling Mika’s teat.
 
“What the fuck are you doing?”, Phylicia asked, her head tilting to the side in confusion.
 
“Hey! Language!”, Meghan said back with an accusatory finger.
“Thought you knew better than to curse in front of me.”
 
“Sorry.”, Phylicia exclaimed.
“It’s just that seeing my girlfriend sucking milk out of someone else’s boob kinda caught me off guard.”
 
“Got one more tap for ya, if you want.”, Mika replied casually, patting her other breast.
“Everything’s better in twos.”
 
“Okay…”, Phylicia said with her hands on her hips, a slight hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Eating someone with my butt was one thing but that is… a lot.”
 
“Uh, yeah! You bet it’s a lot!”, Meghan exclaimed
“Can’t drink all this milk by myself, silly!”
 
“Yeah, Phylicia! Where’s your table-top spirit?”, Mika added.
“It’s not a party without some food to share.”
 
“Alright…”, she said with a huff as she scooted her chair around the table.
“Should I be concerned that both me and Meghan are drinking from a chest that ate someone, like, not even five minutes ago?”
 
“Hey!”, Mika barked with a hasty snap of her fingers.
“No thinky, only milky, now get over here and join your girlfriend.”
 
“Okay.”, Phylicia said as she sat down beside her friend’s friend.
“But if you eat me with your boobs, I am giving you the WORST indigestion-“
 
“Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.”, Mika hushed as she jammed Phylicia’s face into her breast.
“Relax! Just let the sultry sounds of my voice guide into a milk-filled zen.”
 
As much as this was definitely being forced on her, it was hard for Phylicia to admit that the warmth of Mika’s breast against her face didn’t feel incredibly soothing.
 
That and the subtle stream of milk that had gotten into her mouth tasted absolutely INCREDIBLE, so she didn’t mind drinking a LITTLE bit.
 
Which, of course, turned into a LOT a bit.
 
Going on little more than a primal feeling of comfort, Phylicia continued to suckle from Mika’s breast alongside her girlfriend, steadily burying her prey in endless liters of former role player.
 
Not that Ashley had a problem with that.
 
If anything, it just turned her on more, the fat-laden dairy combining with the pred’s stomach acids to create a hellish concoction of thick fumes and hot bubbles that turned being digested alive from “hot” to “holy shit.”
 
Laura, meanwhile, had at least been given the mercy of a… moderately painless death, having been knocked out cold thanks to Meghan’s gas sucking away nearly all of her oxygen, leaving her barely conscious body to be mulched into a thick, bone-filled slurry much faster than the woman who’d set her up.
 
How tragic.
 
“Ooh, yes.~”, Mika cooed as she leaned back in her chair.
“I needed this today…”
 
A passive-
 
*EURP*
 
-slipped out the side of Meghan’s mouth as the stream was finally cut off at just under the thirty minute mark, the live audience continuing to go nuts in the chat as they wondered what just happened, who , and most importantly…
 
What would happen next.
 
~~~
 
“Whew! That was fun!”, Meghan said with a spin in her step before looking back at her girlfriend.
“How’re you doing, Phylicia-of-Fire?”
 
“I know I ate a lot. That’s for- *URP* -sure…”, Phylicia groaned before a gaseous-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-brought forth the heinous mixture of broiling meat and acidic death onto her tongue.
“Oh, that is not good. Yuck! Do you guys have any mints or something?”
 
“Here you go, darling.”, Meghan replied in a mock English accent as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a tin box of mints, tossing it in her girlfriend’s direction.
 
“Aw!”, Phylicia cooed as she opened the box and dropped a few mints in her hand.
“Why, thank you, darling.”
 
The bookish pred flung the mints into her mouth and began crunching loudly between her teeth; compared to the table, these things were just what she needed right now.
 
Before she could swallow them, however, Meghan twirled around and planted her lips directly onto Phylicia’s, their bulbous bellies squishing against each other and eliciting audible cries of pleasure from Ashley.
 
While she was caught off-guard at first, it didn’t take long for Phylicia to get into it, straightening her glasses before wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s back and returning her kiss with equal passion.
 
One thing she couldn’t return, however, was the muffled-
 
*URP*
 
-that blew straight out of Meghan’s mouth and directly into her own, covering her tongue with a putrid scent that was similar to her own corpse breath at the moment but JUST foreign enough to be absolutely sickening.
 
Meghan was taken aback in shock for a moment (even SHE didn’t plan on that happening) before doubling over and bursting out with laughter, her playfully evil cackle continuing as the pred walked down the hall and into the studio’s green room while her girlfriend coughed and gagged at her grossness.
 
“Love you too, sweetie…”, Phylicia croaked with noticeably strained breath before coughing some more, turning around and having the wind knocked back in to her the moment she glanced up at the woman standing behind her.
 
This wasn’t just your average woman; this was a GIANT woman, easily standing a good seven feet tall with a leopard prong cloth seemingly the only thing wrapped around her muscular body.
 
“Oh!”, Phylicia exclaimed.
“Uh… Hi.”
 
“Hey! My name is Jen.”, the giant woman said sweetly.
“Remember? The barbarian you wanted for the show?”
 
“Oh…”, Phylicia groaned.
“Right…”
 
Truth be told, Phylicia was only told that she’d even be going on the show this morning, so she might not have been the right person to ask in regards to the goings on of the show.
 
Course, with the only LIVING person to ask currently melting away in her stomach, Phylicia might not have been in the best position even if she did have the barbarian girl’s answers, so she simply stood still and smiled nervously.
 
“Ah, shoot; did I miss it? Dang it!”, Jen said.
“When does the show start?”
 
“Ooh, yeah; about that.”, Phylicia groaned.
“We already kinda stopped the show…”
 
“What do you mean?”, Jen asked.
 
“Hehe…”, the pred chuckled.
"Uh..."
 
Unable to think of a way out of this intimidating situation, Phylicia did the only she could; yell loudly and hope that someone else would help out.
 
"Guys!", she called.
"Elp-hay with the ady-lay ere-hay.”
 
Lucky for Phylicia, the person who came to her rescue was Mika, running up to the pair like a lion stalking its prey.
 
“Back off, Phylicia; she’s mine!”, the streamer barked.
“Seeing the both of you get actual snacks is making me hungry…”
 
“Uh, yup! Okay, cool! That is perfectly fine by me.”, her bookish friend agreed.
“I’m just gonna… be over here…”
 
At that, Phylicia scurried off after her girlfriend, leaving the Barbarian girl alone with a FAR deadlier alternative.
 
“You think you’re tough, big girl? Huh?”, Mika asked aggressively as she shoved the taller girl against the wall.
“Yeah, I bet you think you’re REAL tough walking around with all this meat. Well guess what. I’VE got a lot of meat, too, and it doesn’t come easy. In fact, it’s from eating little punks like you that I get to look like this, so why don’t you just lean down a bit and let me eat you so we can make this easy, okay?”
 
“What the b- What?!”, Jen said in confusion.
“I don’t know what you- What I- Uh…”
 
“Okay; let me make it easy for you.”, Mika said calmly as she reached up, grabbed the girl’s dress and yanked her down to eye level.
“You’re lunch, okay?”
 
The taller girl felt oddly powerless in Mika’s grasp, a feeling only heightened by having her whole head and even her shoulders be engulfed by the blubbery pred before she’d even been physically swallowed.
 
This was going to be rough.
 
~~~
 
Back at the green room, Meghan sat at the lunch table fiddling about on her phone, her focus turning away for the device once a still shaken-up Phylicia came rounding the corner and began leaning in the doorway.
 
“Hey, babe!”, she said to Phylicia, only to get a loud-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-in response.
“Ooh! Nice one.”
 
“I think I got her.”, Phylicia said as she straightened her glasses atop her nose.
“You usually get those, right? The big burps that tell you someone’s, like, dead dead?”
 
“Uh huh.”, Meghan replied as she turned her eyes back to her phone, intricately checking the camera to make sure she hadn’t missed any hairs that’d gotten stuck in her teeth.
“Where’s Meeks?”
 
“Oh, I’m sure she’s just… around.”, Phylicia said dismissively as she sat down in the seat beside Meghan.
“You know… doing things…”
 
“Uh huh…”, Meghan said in a confused tone before a sudden bout of grunting and gurgling drew her attention to the doorway again, only this time to see Mika standing in the doorframe, her inflated gut nearly reaching the floor as she hobbled herself into the room.
“Mika?! What are you-“
 
“Can’t talk right no-“, she said before a loud-
 
*UURRP*
 
-interrupted her mid-sentence.
“Big food’s putting up a big fight.”
 
“What the heck?”, Meghan said back before turning to her girlfriend.
“You told me she wasn’t doing anything.”
 
“Up up up! I didn’t say it like that; I said she was doing “things.”, Phylicia emphasized.
“Besides, and this just between you and me, she kinda scares me when she’s like this.”
 
“Pssh! Come on.”, Meghan said with a dismissive wave.
“Mika’s not THAT scary…”
 
Just to reassure herself, Meghan turned in her chair to get a good look at this “scary” woman, only to see said woman banging her gut against the counter over and over again to try breaking down her prey a lot faster than she normally would.
 
Must’ve just been a “heat of the moment” thing.
 
“Come on, motherfucker.”, the streamer growled under her breath as she continued banging her gut into the cabinet.
“Melt for me…”
 
“Yeah, I can see it.”, Meghan said under her breath.
“Hey, Mika?”
 
“What?”, Mika replied aggressively, her head turning to the side in order to stare directly into her friend’s soul.
 
“You doing okay over there?”, Meghan continued.
 
“Oh, yeah; I’m doing great.”, the busty pred answered
“Finally found myself some real food around here; you know I don’t mind giving my girls a bit of Ashley back there but I just needed a little something for myself, y’know?”
 
“Wasn’t I the one that had Ashley?”, Phylicia asked as she pointed to herself.
 
“Oh, who cares? We ate ‘em, right?”, Mika added before another loud-
 
*BUARP*
 
-set her mind on other things.
“Whew, that feels good! Hey, guys! How’s about you keep this party going? You go through the fridge, see what they’ve got. Actually, just give me everything. Think I’m in one of those “vorny” moods right now…”
 
“Okay…”, Meghan said before readjusting herself in her chair.
“Mika, you know I love you, you’re my best friend and all that good stuff. I don’t think it’s a good idea to be putting food ANYWHERE near you right now. No offense.”
 
“Ha! You’re one to talk.”, Mika laughed.
“Didn’t you swallow your Twitch advisor last week?”
 
“What the- Come on!”, Meghan exclaimed.
“You know that was an accident.”
 
“Uh huh.”, Mika replied ironically.
“Sure, it was.”
 
“Was it an accident?”, Phylicia asked.
“Really?”
 
“It was at first.”, Meghan corrected.
“They called me in really early in the morning, so I was just really hungry when I was talking with them so I kinda sorta ate them.”
 
“I see…”, Phylicia said with some taps on the table.
“So… what do we do now?”
 
“I don’t know.”, Meghan replied before turning around in her chair.
“Hey, Meeks! Did you have anything in mind for, uh…”
 
The pink-haired streamer trailed off as both she and Phylicia realized Mika was still trying her best to keep her binge alive and active, now readily chowing into things in the studio fridge (without even bothering to remove their packaging, mind you) while tipping everything off with the occasional suck of milk from her breasts.
 
“Okay… Thank you.”, Meghan said ironically before turning to Phylicia.
“She seems kinda busy.”
 
“Right…”, Phylicia said back, looking over her girlfriend’s shoulder to peer at the distended gut that was actively getting bigger underneath Mika’s form.
 
“Well, if YOU’RE not busy and I’M not busy…”, Meghan implied.
“What do you say we show our Critical Role friends something a little more… intimate between the two of us?”
 
“Meghan!”, Phylicia said giddily.
“You’re feeling so spicy today. I like it!”
 
With that, the two embraced before bringing themselves down to the floor and comedically rolling under the table, leaving Mika to lay waste to the kitchen as they made sweet, gentle love to each other.
 
In time, the duo would return home to continue their intimate lovemaking while Mika would return to her own place and instantly fall into a food coma the moment she caught sight of her bed.
 
By the time all three preds were tucked away in their beds, all that was left of the Critical Role girls was protein steadily fattening up their bodies and waste currently packing itself into their intestines, eagerly waiting to be disposed of in the morning.
 
Until then, though, all the trio could do was dream
 
~~~
The next day…
~~~
 
The groovy beats of the B-52’s played in Phylicia’s head as the young artist sat at her drawing tablet, her idle hand drumming the top of her exposed stomach as she doodled.
 
Yes, after the little live-streamed luncheon she’d had yesterday, the usually meager pred girl had gained so much weight (and even more of an appetite) that her modest clothes were having a hard time trying to keep up.
 
Her boobs filled out her B-cup bra to its absolute limit and then some, the now cantaloupe-sized breasts jiggling slightly with every stroke of her own.
 
Her formerly trim gut had become more of a muffin top, spilling out over the hem of her shorts in every which way thanks to, well, not having a shirt on.
 
And speaking of shorts, her legs probably got the brunt of the predator’s weight gain, her short shorts neatly bursting at the seams as they struggled to contain her thickened thighs or her freshly fattened ass
 
Yes, in spite of her morning proceeding as it usually did (despite having a smaller breakfast than usual since she’d been a bit less hungry for some odd reason), it was easy to say that eating Ashley yesterday had shaken things up a bit, though thankfully not so much that they impeded her work.
 
Meghan, however, was still in a jovial mood, as evidenced by the way she opened Phylicia’s door by banging it with her wide hips
 
While most of Phylicia’s modest gain focused more on her lower half, it was clear to anyone with eyes that most of Meghan’s was turned into straight up gut, the pillowy potbelly she sported most days being replaced by a flabby curtain of stomach that managed to reach past her knees, showing off her tan skin in spades.
 
Sure, she’d definitely gotten a couple more cup sizes and some added thickness to her legs, but there was few things on this earth she loved more than stretching out a new gut as best she could with as many people as she could just for kicks.
 
“Morning!”, Meghan said slyly, hugging her girlfriend from the back as best she could past all her blubber.
 
“Good morning.”, Phylicia said back, her head too focused on her drawing and her music to engage in good conversation.
 
Still didn’t stop Meghan from trying, though.
 
“So?”, she asked as she crashed down into a beanbag chair.
“How has Ashley been treating you?”
 
“Ashley’s been treating me well.”, Phylicia replied.
“Been making me gassy all morning because of course she has.”
 
With little more warning than that, a gaseous-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew out from between Phylicia’s fattened cheeks directly in Meghan’s direction, gifting the girl’s gluttonous girlfriend with the still HORRIFIC smell of digesting meats and acidic death her haze had yesterday.
 
“Excuse me.”, Phylicia said passively, not even bothering to look anywhere but her tablet.
 
She was getting into a groove right now.
 
“Dang; you weren’t kidding…”, Meghan said as she waved the ass gas away from her face.
“How was dumping her?”
 
“Not as bad as you made it sound.”, Phylicia answered matter-of-factly.
“Though I guess that could be because I took her up my butt in one piece yesterday, so I was thinking that made having her come out in MULTIPLE pieces a bit better. Y’know, with the bones and stuff?”
 
“Alright, alright…”, Meghan replied.
“How’re you liking them GAINS?”
 
Her attention finally gotten, Phylicia swiveled around in her chair and showed off her new figure; Meghan’s eyes widened in approval.
 
“Do MILFs always add this much?”, she asked as she grabbed a handful of her muffin top, much to the amusement of her girlfriend.
 
“Ha!”, Meghan laughed.
“She wasn’t a mom, dude!”
 
“She wasn’t? Hmm; surprise to me.”, Phylicia quipped as she rotated back towards her tablet.
“Sure seemed to have hips like one, ooh…”
 
A crude-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-forcing its way out of the illustrator’s mouth did little to stop an inquisitive Meghan from crawling closer to her girlfriend’s form; having been the chubby one of the pair for maybe their entire relationship, it was refreshing to see Phylicia steadily catching up with her.
 
“Think YOU might be starting to have hips like one.”, Meghan quipped as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, pressing her head against the first plush ass she’d gotten a face full of in a hot minute.
“Not like that’s a bad thing or something. I kinda like it.”
 
“Hey!”, the illustrator exclaimed.
“Be careful around that butt; it’s a natural b- *BURP* born lady killer now.”
 
“So what?”, Meghan asked.
“Mine is, too.”
 
“Oh yeah.”, Phylicia agreed, her focus going back to her drawing.
“Don’t know how I forgot about that…”
 
“Gosh, if you got THIS big from just eating one of those ladies yesterday, imagine how big you’ll get if you start eating like I do.”, the pink-haired pred continued dreamily.
“Imagine how much BUTT you’ll be packing…”
 
Meghan emphasized her words with a smack of her girlfriend’s rear, her heart skipping a beat seeing just how much those bubbly butt cheeks jiggled even WITH the tightest of shorts on.
 
Even better was that Phylicia hardly even flinched; god, what a good choice of girlfriend, she was…
 
“Please!”, Phylicia protested.
“You eat, like… three people a day.”
 
“Yeah!”, Meghan said enthusiastically.
“Because it’s GOOD. Because people taste GOOD. Do you not like GOOD food? Hmm?”
 
“I like eating people!”, Phylicia said back.
“It just takes a lot out of me, sitting around digesting all day, you know?”
 
Meghan chuckled hearing her girlfriend’s excuses; she knew just as well as Phylicia did that there was no better pass time for a pred than sitting in a chair for multiple hours a day and digesting whatever hapless prey they happen to eat.
 
Phylicia was already halfway there with her job as an illustrator, whether she knew it or not.
 
Before she could continue talking her girlfriend into an immobile glutton, however, the phone in her pocket rang with a FaceTime alarm.
 
“Ooh! Mika’s calling!”, the pred girl exclaimed once she saw who it was.
 
“Ah! What?!”, Phylicia yelled in confusion.
“Answer it, answer it.”
 
As calmly as she could, Meghan did just that, tapping the answer button and being gifted with the sight of Mika and a pair of breasts that truly seemed unreal.
 
Yes, in true Mika fashion, it would appear that most of the barbarian she’d eaten yesterday had gone straight to her already gigantic chest, bringing her boobs from “huge” to “miniature blimps.”
 
Each breast was too large to be captured on screen, only a vast, nearly three-foot-long expanse of pale cleavage taking up a decent chunk of Mika’s camera; whatever bra or shirt she was using to hold those things up as she sat on her couch deserved a medal.
 
“Hey!”, the busty streamer said in an overly excited tone.
 
Easy to say her hello fell on deaf ears, since both Meghan and Phylicia were rendered too stunned for words seeing their friend’s upgrades; they’d gained some weight too, but… Jesus…
 
“Holy crap…”, Meghan muttered, her hand over her mouth in stunned silence.
 
“Are those real?”, Phylicia asked, pointing to the screen before even she realized what she was doing.
 
“Phylicia!”, Meghan exclaimed with a playful push of her partner.
 
“Oh, they’re real, baby!”, Mika said excitedly as she smacked the side of her breast, letting the two blimps wobble back and forth like gelatin
“Are they working on you or what?”
 
“Uh…”, Phylicia stammered before snapping back to.
“Nope! Ignoring that. My girlfriend is RIGHT here.”
 
“Just saying; got plenty of girlfriends in here.”, Mika said, shaking her breasts from side-to-side as she said it.
“Plenty of boyfriends too, if you swing that way.”
 
“So why’d you call?”, Meghan said plainly, Mika’s spell turning off the moment she tried tempting her girlfriend into a breast-filled death.
 
“I was just wondering…”, Mika continued.
“If either of you saw the news today.”
 
“No, I didn’t.”, Meghan replied.
“Why?”
 
“Just look.”, Mika said plainly as she sent a link on her phone.
“Craze.com wrote a little story about the stream yesterday; might wanna take a look at it.”
 
Sure enough, the article Mika sent was on the top of Craze.com’s Entertainment section, with the picture starting the thing off being the group pic all six women had taken together to post on social media.
 
Easy to say it was quite the attention getter.
 
“Critical R.I.P.: When Role-Playing Gets Real…”, Meghan read aloud.
“Viewers to the weekly Dungeons and Dragons show on Twitch caught quite the surprise the other day when the seasoned cast of the show, Ashley Johnson, Laura Bailey and Marisha Ray, became prey to some new predators on the block: content creators RIPMika, Strawburry17 and Phylville.”
 
“Oh my God…”, Phylicia muttered, shocked at hearing her own username pop up in a news article like this.
 
“It’s easy to say the show didn’t go as planned, however, as soon as the preds began to devour each other.”
“The President of Critical Role Productions gave a statement to the press yesterday, saying “While it is a tragedy to have our established cast members leave the show in such a crude and disheartening manner, we promise to carry on in order to give what’s best to…”
 
She paused.
 
“Our… fans.”
 
While Meghan was a bit worried about the reception of her “performance” yesterday, the music currently playing through Phylicia’s “good vibes” playlist couldn’t have been anymore aptly timed for Phylicia’s mood: the fourth track on Chumbawamba’s Tubthumper…
 
“The Big Issue”.
 
“Oh my God…”, Meghan said aloud as Phylicia slumped back in her chair, speechless.
 
“Right?!”, Mika exclaimed.
“They make us sound like total villains. How cool is that?”
 
“That’s it. My life is over.”, Phylicia said in a stunned daze.
“Six years in the animation business only for me to get famous eating a celebrity role-player.”
 
“Hey! Phylicia…”, Meghan said concernedly.
“Who said your life was over?”
 
“You heard Mika say it; I’m a villain.”, Phylicia continued.
“I go on the show, eat a person everyone likes and now my face is plastered online as the one that did it. I’m done. I can’t show my face around anyone ever again.”
 
“Aw! Phylicia, no.”, Meghan said affectionately.
“You’re not the bad guy. You just… ate somebody on stream. I do it all the time.”
 
“I mean… You’re not wrong…”, Phylicia groaned.
“But people know who this is, though! They tune in every week! Thousands of people every week. Now they have to get new hosts, all because of us…”
 
A solemn stillness hung in the air for a moment before Mika chimed in.
 
“Hey, Phylicia.”, she said.
“Why don’t you keep reading?”
 
“Do I have to?”, Phylicia said back, too humiliated to keep going.
 
“Why don’t we read it together?”, Meghan asked.
“That sound good?”
 
“Okay.”, Phylicia said as she leaned back up yo join Meghan in staring at her phone.
 
Sure enough, after skimming the article a bit, the pair finally made it to the inevitable “tweets talking vaguely about the situation” section that all pop internet news had nowadays.
 
These tweets, however, were… different, to say the least.
 
“Thought it was hot as hell… It’s so good that Ashley got her last hurrah…”, Phylicia read aloud.
“Would love to get EATEN by them?!”
 
“See? They loved us, dude!”, Meghan exclaimed.
“And you? Aw, man; you freaking killed it!”
 
“You really think so?”, Phylicia asked, only to be answered by Meghan planting a kiss upon her cheek.
 
“I know so.”, Meghan said back.
 
Before Mika could give her say, a text popped in on her phone.
 
“Whoop! Gotta go!”, she said in a hurry.
“Ethan went out to grab me some breakfast a bit early today so he could help me out milking these bad boys after we eat.”
 
“Lemme guess…”, Meghan asked.
“The cashier from the grocery store?”
 
“He just… He wooes them so easily over there!”, Mika explained before her focus moved beyond the phone’s sight.
“Oop, he’s at the front door; bye, you two!”
 
Meghan and Phylicia said and waved their goodbyes before the call was ended, leaving Phylicia to be the one to break the newfound silence.
 
“You know…”, said Phylicia.
“All this confidence getting tossed around right now is making me feel a bit… hot under the collar…”
 
“Phylicia!”, Meghan said with surprise.
“Never thought I’d see YOU-“
 
“Being the spicy one?”, Phylicia interrupted.
“Well, we made the front page news, baby. PLUS, if anyones gonna be giving all this GUT a good test run…”
 
Phylicia emphasized her words with a hearty slap on top of her girlfriend’s stomach, her hand sinking into its doughy flesh as she grabbed it, teasingly so.
 
“It ought to be me.”, the bespectacled pred cooed.
“Wouldn’t you say… Burry?”
 
All Meghan could do was let out an excited squeal as her girlfriend drew her closer for a kiss, the two falling to the ground in each other’s embrace as they readied for what would come next.
 
God bless the girls of Critical Role.