"So, um, you eat people?" the guy sitting opposite Titania asked. He wasn't ugly, but neither was he a model. Average height, average build, brown hair and brown eyes. All things considered, he was close to the global human norm.
 
Titania wasn't. At 6'0 she was a little taller than most people, although outside of being an anthro' tigress, she wasn't that unusual either. Radiant, blue-white fur, stripes rolling across her body like lightning, piercing blue eyes. Short, jet-black hair, but a feminine short -- her fringe and bangs were that of a woman's, not a boy's. Still, the question took her aback.
 
"I-I could. Haven't done it yet." She tried her best to regain composure and calm a racing heart. Her self-confidence had come far since two years ago, and it had come further than she would've dared to dream, but Titania was still not at her destination. She'd chosen this body in an uncharacteristic moment of self-acceptance. It was great, but harder still had been putting "vore switch" on her public profile tags. The doctors and therapists she'd talked to had all recommended it - and with the Second Sexual Revolution in full swing, even in a random meatspace location she was neither alone nor the most extreme kinkster out there. Given that the guy had probably seen her profile, this felt like the leadup to something, but she tried to play along.
 
"You do? Uh... which holes?" he said. Titania realized both of them were only half-focused on the party game they'd been playing, but they were only designed to give people something to do with their hands as they chatted, anyways.
 
"All of 'em," Titania replied truthfully. She took her hands off her controller to focus on responding to him.
 
"All? I thought there were, like, five," he said, now also ignoring the game.
 
"There's oral, anal, unbirth, cock, breasts, and pecs. The last four aren't all that different, but you need to have the right equipment to... y'know, do them," Titania said in response, giggling. Her hands quaked a little bit. She was talking about vore with …well, someone who she wasn't sure would be into it.
 
"And absorption, right?"
 
"And absorption. Most people don't count it 'cause there are no, like, orifices involved."
 
"D-do you, uh, ever think about eating? Rather than being eaten?" In her mind's ear Titania breathed a sigh of relief. He was awkward in getting to the point, but he was direct. No mincing words before getting right to the action.
 
"I'm primarily prey, but I can feel preddy sometimes... when I think about eating, it's mostly boys." He got flustered, tensing up and blushing. Titania just tried not to crack a smile.
 
"A-and um, is it true people usually feel horny when thinking about vore stuff?" He was starting to stall. Titania decided to raise the pressure.
 
"Yeah. I've met a lot of people who think of vore as a nonsexual thing and enjoy sex separately, or they're straight up ace. But for me, I'd say… vore is very sexual. In fact, it was the only sexual thing for me until I figured out how to expand my horizons a little." The tigress abandoned her crossed-leg position and sat normally with her feet on the floor. "And you know what, I'm feeling pretty horny right now."
 
"Well, I… just showered. How about we start now?" he asked, reflexively pausing the game. He put down the controller to reach over to Titania, who put up her hands.
 
"Whoa whoa whoa, first you gotta strip." He grabbed the hem of his pants, hesitating to remove them for a second. The only due Titania gave him was looking away as he quickly tossed away his clothes. She almost looked over before realizing he was popping out to the sink to wash his hands, an act that seemed a little pointless considering she'd be eating all of him. It seemed that just moments later he was back, and she stared at the expanse of his exposed chest, still conspicuously avoiding his penis.
 
"You ready?" Titania asked, clacking her jaw open and shut as if she could widen it by herself. There was a genuine concern she'd chosen not to tell him about: her body had never practiced for this.
 
"Well, I don't think I'll get readier," he cracked, his breath getting heavy.
 
Now or never. She pushed down the fear of screwing it up, opened wide for him. The male at last screwed his eyes shut for a second and stuck his hands right into the tiger's maw.
 
Titania had never expected it to be this easy. Her mouth didn't make a wild gape, just unhinged slightly at the boy's intrusion. It was a very strange feeling to have her mouth full of human flesh, but genuinely unexpected was her reflexive gulp dragging those hands downward.
 
He gasped as the tigress' body started swallowing him, seemingly of its own accord. Titania herself was wide-eyed. It was like her body already had instincts for this situation, as if it always "knew" what to do. Another faint, firm gulp dragged him in up to the elbows. She tried slowing down, breathing in through her nose as much as she could and getting a taste of his flesh.
 
That turned out to be… not a mistake, but not the best decision either. It was incredible; scrumptious and succulent, a smoky yet sweet taste better than the best fried chicken. It took her aback so much that she gulped again, bringing them almost face-to-face. "Mmmm!" Titania hummed, her unwitting attempt at speech muffled through her supper's arms.
 
"O-okay! Uh, I'm gonna, push myself in if you don't mind." She nodded her approval as her lips crept over his slim, untrained biceps toward his shoulders. She wanted to stop and savor his armpits, gross as it sounded, but he craned his head down to fit it inside her mouth, and she felt once again overwhelmed as her jaw properly *unhinged* like that of a snake, *stretching* over the boy's crown and face with a powerful tugging sensation that was so intense she was surprised it was painless. Her tongue glid over his eyes, nose and chin in bliss. She didn't get to even taste his pits, though, as a half-instinctual half-intentional gulp dragged his shoulders right into her throat.
 
It was an alarming but spectacular feeling, having her esophagus full of yummy, bare boy. He was an average kind of person, without a lot of muscle on his frame, but she still savored his pecs as she felt them through the skin. Every nibble was a new sensation. Abdominal chub and obliques hit her palate with little explosions of fantastic flavor. The entire time the tigress was hunched over, eating the human where he stood. At last she craned her neck and torso up, with his help kicking off the floor, to swallow him right and good. She expected to have trouble with his crotch, cock and all, but instead it was arguably the best part of his body. She stopped just to savor the dick flavor, almost choking herself as she teased his stiffening boner. A pressing sensation of suffocation brought her back to reality, and she gulped down his yummy glutes as he kicked into the empty air. She stared at the pause screen with his legs still sticking out of her gaping maw, his arms now starting to press out of her stomach and distend it too. For a moment she thought she'd actually resume the game, but quickly forgot it as by tossing her head up and swallowing, his thighs slid into her gaping gullet. With every kick the boy sank a little more until his kneecaps were sliding past her lips.
 
As wonderful as swallowing a whole human was, it had to end sometime, and she braced herself as she sent his forelegs down into her body. She stood up unsteadily, the weight in her stomach tossing her balance to and fro and threatening to send her crashing down. With determination she kept her footing, pressed a finger on his soles, and at last with three mighty gulps sent the male down her throat. His weakly writhing feet were the last thing to disappear, his delicious toes curling beneath her teeth. She spent one last moment enjoying his bare feet before swallowing 'em down properly. The college student went right down the esophagus without pause or hitch, his legs smoothly flowing downward to join the rest of him in her widening gut. There was a passing distension in her throat and he was gone.
 
From the outside world, that was. Now that she was no longer overwhelmed trying to eat him, Titania finally looked down and admired her own handiwork. Her once taut abdomen had bloated into a massive stomach, so big she struggled even to reach around it. The fullness of her belly was even more intimate than the fullness of one's mouth as they ate. Usually being stuffed was uncomfortable, but the sheer amount of stretching that tum was doing was quite pleasurable. A full-grown human being trapped inside, pushing out against her flesh. Trying to find his bearings, righting himself, and slowly being squeezed tight till he curled up in the big lumpy ball that her abdomen had become. That white, striped expanse of flesh lightly imprinted with its meal's form.
 
It was everything Titania hoped it would be, and the icing on the cake was hearing a loud, warbling groooooooaaaaaaaaan as that gut began to process its prize. It was a delightfully bassy and ominous sound, just like the drawings and stories had promised her. She smiled as she contemplated the shifting expanse of flesh, letting her arousal start building up. It only added fuel to the fire when she realized she didn't even know his name!
 
Crashing her ass back down onto the couch, the video game forgotten, Titania just reached down to play with herself a little, the growls and gurgles from within her body serving as a perfect soundtrack. She almost managed to lose track of time before a squealing metal sound came from her right.
 
Her blood almost froze in her veins when she saw a raven-haired human girl gawk at her in the open doorway. Her hair fell in bangs behind her ears, framing a face that was kind of cute. A very familiar cute, though, which is why it wasn't a complete surprise when she asked:
 
"Uh, Jerry?" She stammered for a moment and trailed off into silence, unable to parse what was happening. (So that was her meal's name.)
 
"I'm sorry, I... I kind of swallowed him," Titania said, bashfully gesturing to her bloated midsection. No sense in being coy, she supposed.
 
"Ugh. I leave my brother alone for one fucking afternoon and this happens. Figures." her prey's sister sighed. She didn't sound angry or annoyed. She put down some plastic grocery bags she'd been holding on her arms, leaving them on the kitchen counter.
 
"I did remember to register with the reformer, you know," the tigress replied, feeling awkward. They had only been installed a year earlier, and it had only been six months since the legalization of her... current activity.
 
"I know, I know, not gonna call the cops on you or anything. I just wanted to ask… are you up for eating seconds?" Titania's mind was ready to decline, but her heart wasn't. And for her stomach's part, it let out a drawn-out, hollow-sounding groan, drawing Titania's attention to the fact that she... still didn't feel anywhere near full, if she was being honest.
 
"I do," Titania said, not thinking about it even slightly. She did not had time to regret that. As if she had rehearsed it, Jerry's sister shucked off her clothes in record time, her blouse and jeans and bra and panties, and walked over to the main couch with a sigh.
 
"Speaking of you, you guys twins?" the tigress asked, feeling a little insensitive. Her prey's sister walked up to her totally in the buff, the girl's modest body totally on display as if it were a fashion show. She didn't look half-bad.
 
"Yeah. The name's Jane."
 
"Cool. Two-for-one deal," Titania cracked, managing a weak smile at her own joke. Jane didn't react.
 
"I'm just doing this 'cause I'm turned on enough to say yes, and I don't want to let that feeling go to waste. Open up." Hesitating for a second, Titania did so.
 
Jane was evidently quite determined to follow her brother, and simply crammed her head into Titania's wide maw. The girl was rather more eager to feed herself to the tigress, and actively squeezed downward; Titania barely had to swallow, and resigned herself to enjoying the sweet, spicy flavor of human woman. First her scrumptious face, then getting a few good licks of her delicious breasts, and nibbling Jane's flat tum and sweet cheeks. In not more than a minute, the college girl had fed herself halfway in. The tigress' hunger took over and she made another careful head-toss, eagerly pinning the human's legs, kicking into the air like her sibling before her. She tried to enjoy the process of sucking them up, like two big meaty succulent noodles. Easy, cause it sounded exactly like that, too. Jane's bare soles wiggled as they passed over the tiger's lips. With a single firm gulp, brother and sister were reunited.
 
Not all that happily, judging from the jerking and muffled struggling going on inside Titania's further-expanding tank. But eventually both siblings stopped frantically moving around and found a comfortable position to rest against each other. The tigress enjoyed the wiggling of her big double meal, but now she truly couldn't reach around to the front of her own enlargened gut! Jane's entry had made it almost twice as wide as Titania's torso and considerably longer. It hung off the couch and in the air between the cat's legs. Nothing was left now but to lie back and digest them… until she felt an oddly familiar bubbly sound from within that expansive tum.
 
The bubbles pushed themselves up. Before Titania could react, they raced up her airway, about to come out of her. She opened wide, letting forth a thick, loud--
 
"BOOOAARRP!" Titania blushed for a second, then realized another of her longtime dreams had come true: letting out a rippin' vore belch. Aroused and satisfied, she started teasing her own genitals again.
 
As she began to build toward an orgasm, however, someone else called out to her.
 
"Sorry, I heard that burp and came running," another human woman explained. She was blonde, a lovely fair-haired girl with shoulder-length hair like waves rippling from her scalp. Her tank-top was the exact same brand and color as Titania's, and her shorts suggested a bit of sportiness. Like the tigress, though, she only had a small bit of muscle tone, visible as she slowly approached the cat on the couch.
 
"Sis, I just ate two people. Be my guest if you want to try and fit, but I wouldn't get too excited."
 
"Did I miss the action?" a baritone voice yelled. Another boy, a big one, was in the doorway-how many people had heard?
 
"Hey, wait up!" a high-pitched voice followed behind him. Oh dog, Titania thought.
 
"One at a time!" the tigress yelled, almost bursting out laughing despite her irritation. "The blonde? What's your name?"
 
"Belinda," she said, already stripping down.
 
"Right, you go first. If those other guys try to muscle in it's going to be a mess-"
 
"Is there still a vore thing going on?" an off-sounding guy yelled even further behind. Better get a move on, Titania thought. Ideas of letting down these other four people who'd shown up out of nowhere were pushed to the back as Belinda, looking quite nubile and big-tittied, sat down next to the tigress and shoved her soft, pedicured feet right down Titania's throat!
 
As much as the tigress' body enjoyed these extra morsels, Titania worried that she wouldn't be able to savor Belinda's flavor properly. Those smooth feet glid right down the gullet in seconds, followed by the lovely bombshell's calves, knees, thighs and hips. The cat resigned herself to getting glimpses of her latest prey's novel, bubbly taste. In a hurry she had already stuffed her left hand in alongside her hips, using her right to push off the couch and help Titania's head right itself. The tigress then used gravity to gulp that upper half down in moments, stopping only to enjoy those big, heaving breasts for a second before opening even wider to suck them in.
 
Belinda looked up, taking a last look at the world outside Titania's maw before vanishing between her black lips. The cat only paused to slurp up those beautiful blonde locks with a loud and conspicuous sucking noise, reflecting on only how fitting it was that they looked like noodles as they went in. With another gulp, a third human being was imprisoned within the tiger's body, flowing down and trying to find purchase between the siblings already there. Her stomach sagged and came to rest right onto the floor in front of where she was sat.
 
"You're full, aren't you?" the baritone guy from before asked, a little crestfallen. He wasn't a member of the local sports teams that Titania would've recognized, but his body was most definitely that of a jock. She spent a few seconds staring into his eyes, feeling both hoarse and overwhelmed with three entire human beings grunting and wiggling inside of her body.
 
That hollow groan repeated itself, however, alongside with the dawning awareness that...
 
"No, I'm not. Go ahead, take everything off," Titania sighed. Her body was starting to sweat and feel tuckered out from all the effort. Her stomach occupied a considerable part of her vision. She probably couldn't stand again if she tried, and as it was even shimmying to a side to let the big boy get on the couch was a workout by itself.
 
The jock stripped down as she told him to, practically leaping onto the couch square next to hers, getting down on all fours, and feeding himself obligingly into Titania, headfirst. The buff boy squirmed his way down the tiger's throat, his smoky and musky flavor just encouraging her to eat him all up. Those yummy shoulders and pecs were more than worth the effort of cramming down. His six-pack glid over her tongue like the most perfect ribs anyone ever made. His package was an exotic and mind-numbing flavor, and his meaty thighs were like massive, perfect drumsticks! To sum it up, he was beefy in a rather more literal sense.
 
The young bull let out his final kicks, his feet practically being inhaled in the tiger's trance, and with a thunderous swallow became nothing more than another set of bulges crammed into Titania's midsection. She was kind of a comical sight now, her stomach now much bigger than she was by any measure but height.
 
After a few seconds, Titania beckoned over the last two people. A mousy, brown-haired girl with big glasses, a big toothy smile and a good-looking short hairstyle, and… well, a guy.
 
"Hey, uh, are you from the drama club?" Titania asked, feeling distinctly out of breath just handling the four men and women trapped within her. "Not that there's anything wrong, I just sorta recognized you." Specifically Titania recognized this girl from the production of Othello the other week. Having hung around a proper dorm for a bit had its benefits.
 
"Yeah!" she replied, in an uncomfortably girlish voice. She might be nerdy, but it was a hot nerdy--lovely glasses, not out of shape, not unhygienic. She was wearing an elaborate outfit, a plaid half-sweatshirt half-dress shirt thing over a frilly blouse and some other things Titania didn't get to see, because the geek girl had gone a little prey-crazy.
 
She heard Titania's hungry stomach voice that hollow growl, wishing for even more meat. In her desperation to get inside the tigress' body she growled and ripped her clothes apart with strength belied by her slight frame. The geek had absolutely no shame whatsoever in stripping naked in front of two strangers, such was her hurry. Once she had tossed aside the last scraps of lingerie, she tossed them aside and straddled the tigress, squatting down and shoving her dainty hands right on in.
 
The nerd was yet another distinct experience, a salty taste not unlike some French fries Titania had eaten years ago. Instead of making her sick, the salt was truly a spice, the blunt notes of her armpits complimenting the earthiness of her shocking, bountiful backside. Once again Titania regretted that she hadn't planned this out so she could enjoy their taste, but that would be a hope for the future. By the time the petite lady was kicking down her throat, her palate was sated for a few moments. She felt strange, like she'd just gobbled down a big and surprisingly well-made fast food dinner.
 
The last guy was kind of awkward, but not really -- Titania instantly realized he just had a speech impediment. He was dark-haired, dark-clothed, but clean-shaven. And considerably taller than anyone she'd eaten thus far. She was done -- no, she wanted to feel done. But impossibly, greedily, that enormous bloated gut let loose yet another growl of hunger. Today had been one hell of a first time - five people, just devoured alive because of nothing more than Titania indulging her most primal desires -- and she felt her prey indulging theirs deep within, with rhythmic and oddly relaxing motions. It was starting to hurt, frankly. It was exhausting, and she was covered in musky sweat from all the heat and excitement and exertion. But still her gut said, in the back of her head, that it wanted more. It needed more.
 
So she indulged it. She nodded at the guy, who was naked in what seemed like a heartbeat. His bare, bony feet went down easy, now that she'd had practice. At first his flavor was offputting and bony, but as he slid down he expanded into a strange, umami taste. Description became difficult as she reached his meaty buttcheeks. He twirled around unexpectedly, letting her taste his huge, fascinating sausage. Bizarre, yet compelling metallic flavours manifested themselves on his pecs, and his head was an orgasm of overwhelming taste. She was almost sad to have to swallow him down, and in quite a bit of pain now from all the busy swallowing, but she had to.
 
At this point she found herself totally and truly immobile, without a hope of getting up for any reason at all. To even look at anything but her writhing stomach, Titania had to crane her neck up or sideways, such was the sheer volume of her decadently stuffed megagut. The room was full with the muffled moaning of her prey and the echoing gurgles of that water-walking ball sized mass she still dared to refer to as merely a "belly" in her head.
 
But at last, it was sated. The loud sloshing within confirmed at last her triumph. No more of the need. No more growling. And, with the growing liquid noises of digestion, soon no more of her prey! Titania caressed some of it for a few moments, feeling the TV screen on the other side of the room brush the fur around her bellybutton. She'd fall asleep here, make good her escape tomorrow, and leave these students to deal with most of the messy aftermath.
 
With one last, mighty "UUUURRRP!", it was done to her mind. There might be noise complaints, but she'd deal with them tomorrow; the sun was setting, and Titania at last tried to lean back and relax, letting the symphony of her stomach lull her to sleep. It came easily.
 
What followed was a deep and restful slumber, one of the best sleeping sessions she'd ever had in her life. As she slept her body made her belch and fart quietly through the night, that expansive belly doing its nourishing work as its owner slept sound and unawares.
 
Titania was slow to get up the next morning. A part of her thought the last night had been a pleasant dream, but fortunately it wasn't. Her brain felt groggy as the first rays of sunlight shone right through the window onto the powered-off TV and into her face. At least she could move again.
 
She got up and tested herself. Her body felt sorta big, but of course it would with all that food she ate. Her stomach had contracted a lot, now merely half a meter in width. Give or take. She caressed it a little, yaaaaaaawned and scratched her ass, a loud fart ringing out through her pants. Quickly the fog left her, and she felt quite energized.
 
And big. Not just "sorta" big, scratch that. Very big. Previously she was about head-level with that shelf over there, now she towered over it easily. Everything seemed much smaller. The game console, the furniture, the objects, everything. She reached an arm up to wipe her eyes off and finally realized what had happened.
 
What she'd eaten had gone straight to… everything. It wasn't just her belly, but height, weight, personal qualities--
 
She had forgotten to take off her clothes! Titania's breasts were now wider than watermelons, barely a gap in between them. Her arms, her legs, all well thickened with new chub. She had gone from a modest, perky derriere to an obscenely round bubble butt. Her grey tanktop still strained heroically thin to contain her college student-enhanced bust, but it was a losing battle. Her leggings were practically skintight now, and had already torn at the seams, more of her flesh spilling out. Her shoes -- forget them. She squatted down carefully, carefully, trying to pop the remains of them off.
 
As she reached the nadir of her squat, her pants finally gave in. With an ungodly SHRRRIIIP, they tore apart at the waistband, leaving her bare-ass naked from the waist down!
 
"No! No! No no no no!" Titania cried, tossing off her ruined shoes and rushing to the wardrobe in one of the twins' bedrooms. They wouldn't forgive her for stealing, but maybe they'd understand her borrowing something really big and really baggy for a morning. Her panties had torn open alongside her pants, so there was that, too. The wardrobe's top was below her eye level. How tall was she now? No way of knowing, but she desperately opened it to rifle through what was there.
 
It was a miracle she didn't break anything with her embiggened hands and desperate searching. Having to squat a little and reach further in to grab the clothes proved her undoing though. Her bigger arms stretched the cotton the wrong way, and her tanktop loudly self-destructed, left in immodest tatters.
 
Her bra gave in the moment afterward.
 
"Why?!" the tigress yelled, to no-one in particular, even though she knew the answer. Didn't fit, didn't fit, didn't fit -- no matter how hard she tried, nothing in Jerry and Jane's closet was even remotely close to fitting her. She took one look at the doorway and sucked in a long breath.
 
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she repeated, opening the door to the outside and actually having to duck -- duck down! -- to stare out at the hallway.
 
Going out in public naked was the stuff of literal nightmares. It wasn't like there was an emergency number she could call for this and she wasn't going to loiter around in the twins' dorm all day begging passersby for clothes that fit her.
 
Titania sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the greatest embarrassment of her 24-year life. She slid under the doorway and mercifully found the hall devoid of people for now. It was still early morning. Maybe she wouldn't run into anyone. Her house wasn't that far from campus. People could handle seeing a big, naked tigress - they'd probably seen worse on the Internet. Right? Right.
 
She left the first hall and all of her confidence instantly evaporated when she ran into the morning janitor. He looked startled, gaping at her exactly as he feared for several… long... seconds.
 
"I'msorryIgrewlastnightIdon'thaveanythingthatfits!" she shouted in one breath, leaping to the side so she could forget about his gaze. Her stomach's loud sloshing didn't help as she proceeded to try and run to the hedge boundary near the back of the dorm hall. She kept as much out of sight of public spaces as possible, which was very little, but thankfully it was still around 8am on a weekend. College students wouldn't be getting up unless they REALLY had to, right?
 
Unfortunately, just as she got near the main entrance of campus, there was a gaggle of students standing in place for some kind of cooperative activity -- thank dog it wasn't the pedagogy majors. She waited for one tense minute, and still they stood there... she realized they were doing a land survey course.
 
At least she wouldn't be interrupting them for long. There were precious few trees or bushes of any kind on-campus; everything outside the buildings was turf or mulch or immaculately well-kept lawn. There was no hiding; one turned his head, then another and another -- she had an awareness that people were stopping their conversations to gawk. She thought of saying something, but nothing would have made THIS better. Before the security people at the gate noticed her, she raced past the gates and--
 
--onto the Florida streets. Crap!
 
She knew the exact way home, but there was absolutely no cover and no refuge for an agonizing block. She thanked the heavens for weekend traffic, but every passing car or truck was a sledgehammer blow to her fragile ego.
 
Any minute now she would run into pedestrians -- there they were, rounding the corner. Swallowing the last fragments of her shattered pride, Titania pasted a stupid grin on her face and faced them head-on.
 
At least there weren't any damn kids with them, just a few adults with polo shirts and boonie hats who pursed their lips at her in that way that told her they weren't happy.
 
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I ate someone, I grew a lot more than I expected, I didn't find any clothes that fit seeyalater!" she yelled, slinking away speedily before they found the words to start yelling. The boulevard beyond that wasn't much better. Many people were out in the open that day. Some turned. Some pulled out their cameras. She heard more than one flash.
 
She ducked into an abandoned storefront's yard on pure adrenaline and weaved her way between people's backyards and the sidewalk, tromping across what felt like half of the goddamn state and somehow not running across anyone who was underage. Only two or three people noticed her existence before, at last, at long last, the safety of home.
 
One final insult for the road: Miss Reilly, the kindly old mare who'd helped her move in 20 months ago, happened to be mowing her lawn early that morning, and looked right at Titania's vore-gorged form. She had no words, but plenty of time to look at the tigress' fattened flanks. At a sprint she covered the last few dozen yards to her front door just before Reilly actually made any sound.
 
Home at last, everything weighed on her shoulders.
 
People would remember the moment they saw her for the rest of their lives. They would remember where they were, what they were doing, what they were thinking, thinking of her. She'd never be taken seriously ever again. Every decent employer would turn her away, every...
 
Her catastrophizing train of thought was rudely interrupted with a squishing sound, and a most familiar feeling around her backdoor. Her passengers finally wanted out.
 
It was cold comfort, rushing straight into the bathroom, plopping her ass on the toilet she had serendipitously recently had enlarged, and squeezing out what was left of Jerry, Jane, Belinda and the others, to know that at least nobody would remember her taking a huge shit. She strained and strained, clinging onto that fact even as she squished one monster assloaf and bassy fart after another into the bowl.