A problematic American tour
 
 
Hitame Tanaka was enjoying her tour in the USA way less than she expected. It wasn't as if she was stressed out by the events, interviews, photoshoots. No, she was used to that kind of stuff!
 
She was on her thirties and had been working on modeling and porn for more than ten years, so it was normal for her to have the spotlight. Her massive natural 34O cup tits made it even more so.
 
The reason Hitame wasn't liking this particular tour was a more puzzling reason. Her good friend and fellow actress, Enri Akita, also came on a business trip to America. They were even supposed to go to an event together, take some photos, the regular thing. Hitame was really looking up to meet a fellow Japanese, because she was getting a bit homesick. The problem was that a few days after she came to the States, and before they could meet up, Enri Akita went missing.
 
If that wasn't bad enough, Hitame started receiving some creepy fan e-mails, from some guy who claimed to be in love with her and Akita, and wanting to taste her breasts and feel her body squirm against his. That was usual fan messages for a pornstar, but the mention to Akita made it disturbing. Did this guy have anything to do with....? No, that's impossible, thought Hitame. She didn't want to jump into silly conclusions.
 
But her suspicions were confirmed when some fan, probably the same from the e-mails, sent a present to Hitame. On it she found some clothes, and once she recognized them, she screamed and let the box fall to the floor. She knew them very well, specially those panties and huge bra. They belonged to Enri Akita.
 
That was a big deal, and there was some talk of sending Tanaka back to Japan, but it was given up because Enri disappeared while in a state way too far from the one Tanaka was now. And besides, the model's tour was way to lucrative to give up because of some maniac. Just getting her some good bodyguards would do the trick!
 
Hitame Tanaka thought about all of this while sitting on her fancy hotel room in Las Vegas. It just wouldn't do! She couldn't have a single moment of rest until her friend was found and both were back to Japan! No more international trips for her!
 
Her thoughts were interrupted when one of her suit-wearing security guards entered the room.
 
"Everything alright?" The woman asked in accented english.
 
"Sure," The American closed the door behind him. "About to get better."
 
The man started undressing until he was on his underpants. He had quite a bulge there.
 
"Sorry, friend," The woman blushed and laughed awkwardly. "You've seen too much movies and got the wrong idea of me. I'm a actress, not a hooker."
 
Hitame now noticed an interesting detail about the man: he had a fat hanging potbelly, that didn't really agree well with the rest of his body. She didn't know why, but that belly made her really disturbed.
 
"Don't worry, lady. I don't want to do with you anything you've done in your movies." The man smiled.
 
"Good! Then why don't you put your clothes back on and..."
 
"I want to do with you what I did to Enri Akita," The man mysteriously patted his potbelly.
 
"YOU! YOU'RE THE STALKER! GUARDS! SOMEBODY!" The woman started screaming, but the creep only laughed.
 
"I drugged them all after infiltrating their ranks. I have some talent for this spy shit, guess I watch too many movies."
 
"What have you done to Enri?!"
 
"You'll soon find out. But she's past now, I'm here for you, babe."
 
"W-Why?! Why would you go so far for me? It's not like you're super ugly or anything, why don't you try getting a girlfriend or something?"
 
"Because I love you, duh! Loved you since I first saw one of your movies. And I'm not a fan of regular bitches, I only eat women I love!"
 
"E-Eat? What are you talking about...?" Hitame recoiled a little. The stalker grabbed his blubbery gut and started playing with it.
 
"Don't you recognize your friend? It's so funny that people are still looking for Enri Akita as if she was alive, when I already dropped her in the sewers so long ago!"
 
"YOU SICK FUCK!" It all seemed absurd, but somehow Hitame believed that man really ate her friend. "THAT'S INHUMANE!"
 
"Stop worrying about her. It's your turn now." The man rushed in her direction.
 
"NO! BACK OFF! I'M A BLACK BELT IN KARATE, I'M WARNING Y..." She was interrupted when the creep gobbled her entire head.
 
Her muffled protests didn't bother him, and for a black belt, she was very easy to imobilize. Not to easy was the process of swallowing her jumbo tits, but the man was in no hurry. He took his sweet time tasting the twin planets. Playing with them with his tongue, Hitame's boobs softness and flavour made the creep moan. There really was no food like women!
 
Finally, the stalker swallowed those saliva-coated marshmallow cushions. With the Japanese's knockers protuding like lumps from his neck, he kept swallowing her torso like the professional he was. In no time he reached her butt, nothing gigantic but still quite a big ass. It was pretty tasty too, he soon found out. Hitame's kicking legs were a bit tricky for the man to swallow without hurting his jaw, but with gravity on his side they eventually slided down his esophagus, and the woman was fully deposited on his stomach.
 
"Oof, what a meal! A little tastier than that Enri chick, I'd dare say!" The creep slapped his massive gut. "A bit lighter, too. Well, that's as good as it gets!"
 
Hitame Tanaka was really tight and uncomfortable inside her fleshy prison, so much so that her boobs were delineated against the man's belly like two big mounds. She couldn't even sit or lie correctly, having her legs positioned upward and unable to fix her position.
 
"Let me out right now, you sicko! You're going to jail for murder if you digest me!" The model tried to talk some sense into the predator.
 
"It's not like anybody'll find out or anything. You're going to where I sent your friend and nobody will ever suspect that Hitame Tanaka got eaten alive."
 
"I-If you don't care about the law, what about morals? What you're doing is not right!"
 
"Jeez, I can't wait for my belly to get loud enough to shut you up. Food never learns their place, it's incredible!" The creep rolled his eyes, annoyed. He loved Hitame but his vision of love was a twisted, carnal and gluttonous one, so the woman's pleas were only bothersome to him.
 
He lied on the hotel's bed that was meant for the Japanese and sighed. He sure as hell was satisfied. The creep closed his eyes, trying to ignore his prey's cries for help and mercy and having a bad case of heartburn.
 
"Shut BOOOOOOOOUUUURP! up," The loud, gassy burp stealed some air from Hitame, making her speak less, and also relieved his heartburn. "Hmm, that's better."
 
The creep tasted the woman's tits again in that burp, much to his pleasure. His boner grew bigger and he chuckled, picking on his teeth to remove some strands of her hair that got stuck between them. In a few minutes Hitame's voice was completely muffled by the loud sloshes and groans from his belly. He could feel her movements growing weaker and weaker as more gastric acid was produced.
 
Hitame was starting to get softer, and after some time she was losing shape. The creep felt some pressure get stuck on it's way out and punching his chest to set it free, belched long and proudly. The room was filled with a sour smell mixed with the smell of the model's breasts. Their taste also came back. God, her knockers really stole the spotlight!
 
The stalker pressed his belly, feeling how soft his prey became. She wasn't long for this world, that he was sure. After some more time, Hitame was reduced to a thick soup. Her body's gasses mixed with the creep's came out in the form of rude bubbly burps, more acrid than the previous ones. Soon enough the mush that once was a human was being loudly sucked by his intestines.
 
He rubbed his now smaller but still massive belly, enjoying the feeling of his bowels working. As the last remnant of the soup was sucked, there was some disturbance in his stomach and the stalker released a wet, disgusting belch.
 
"Holy fuck, it smells like something died inside there!" The man chuckled, finding his own disrespectful joke very amusing.
 
Some time later, his belly started to growl painfully and angrily. His bowels were full with the last infamous product of digestion. Rising from the bed, the man started to slothfully waddle to the fancy bathroom, now a much fatter creep.
 
His backside was far from silent while it expelled what was left of poor Hitame, singing the model's swan song with thunderous howls. One last powerful fart though and the creep was flushing her down the toilet. He came out of the bathroom with an immeasurable feeling of relief.
 
"Japanese always gives me bad gas..." He started to dress his discarded suit, only to find it too tight on his fattened body. His pants didn't want to be dressed at all. "Come on, just a little more!"
 
There was a loud ripping sound as his pants teared right on the backside. The stalker cursed, frustrated. Then he had an idea that made him laugh a bit.
 
"Well, I'll have to make myself a Frankenstein's monster of a vestuary, but it'll be better than walking around pantless," The creep started searching through Hitame's drawers, finding several of her clothes she brought along for the trip.
 
Between those was one of those pairs of jeans for women with huge bottoms. He tried it and it did fit him! But the stalker had a creepy sense of humor, and also picked up one of Hitame's massive bras. She wasn't wearing one when he ate her, but now it would serve a good purpose for him.
 
Digesting two actresses in such a short spam of time made the creep gain a considerable amount of weight, and as a result he was left with a chubby chest common to fat men. He wore Hitame's bra around it as a last morbid joke and buttoned his suit over it.
 
As he prepared to leave the room and make his stealthy escape, the weirdo noticed that his breath still tasted and smelled like Hitame Tanaka's tits. Truly, a meal worth the effort.