Pred Journal: Gymnast Meal
 
 
Hey, I don't really know how to start this, I just heard that it was popular with predators and decided to give it a try, so...
 
Name's Phil and, of course, I'm a predator. Been since I was a teen, and still going strong. I'm starting this journal as a way to save in my memory some of my best meals. Look, when you're a predator you end up eating several amazing women, but once they're out of your organism you're 99% sure going to forget them. Keeping a journal of recent chows is a way to avoid this happening to you.
 
And for my first entry, I'd like to talk about the last person that I ate. So, I was in this bar with a friend, when he touches my elbow with a sardonic smile and tells me:
 
"Dude, there's some girl totally checking you out."
 
"For real?" I asked.
 
"Yep, since you arrived! And she's a hottie too, gotta say!" My friend them made a discreet movement with his head to show me where the girl was, and so our eyes met for the first time.
 
She had short brown hair and quite the amazing physique. She smiled at me, then winked.
 
"Holy shit dude," My friend whispered to me. "Go there and talk to her!"
 
Now, this friend of mine was no predator, and so, he never kept girls for himself: if he wasn't going to eat them, why not let a friend do the job?
 
I followed his advice and went to talk to her. She was wearing a comfy shirt and a pair of jeans. Now I could see her better and wow, what a body! Her breasts weren't gigantic or anything, but big enough. Her thighs, though...her wide hips also promised a huge butt. I won't waste any time going into detail about the flirting that took place, it suffices to say that we hit home.
 
Her name was Joanne, and she was a gymnast of considerable fame. We hooked up that night and went to my place to fuck. Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel like eating her right away. She was too interesting and fun to become food just yet. We exchanged numbers and kept contacting each other frequently, dropping by each other's place or going out together.
 
One day we went out for dinner and that morning I had some skinny teen girl for breakfast, so I went to meet Joanne with a half digested person inside of me. Of course, I had to tell her I was a predator, even though it made me a bit nervous that she would be afraid.
 
But luckily, she wasn't. She thought it was pretty damn cool, actually. And hot. After dinner we went to her place and had sex while I finished digesting the girl. I think that now is about time I talked about Joanne's most remarkable characteristic: she had a huge bubbly but that made quite the combo with her massively thick thighs. She had some stretch marks, that was true, but I never saw that as a fault in women.
 
Then came the day we both knew would eventually come. Just to make things clear, I never cared about what food thinks about being eaten: when I feel it's time to wolf them down, I just do it, willing or unwilling. But with Joanne we kind of came to an agreement. She wanted to go down on the day of a gymnastics competition she was going to participate.
 
For some reason, Joanne thought it would be super hot to make the jurors, audience and her adversary wait for her to show up unaware that she was being processed by some guy's stomach. Huh, I'll never understand prey.
 
We were in a locker room, and I had patiently watched Joanne change into her blue leotard, my mouth watering the whole time. Joanne was now smiling at me with eagerness, and as a warming up exercise was doing several stretches and yoga shit with some really sexy poses that emphasized on her massive ass. Now we we're very horny, and I was hungry, licking my lips just at the thought of consuming this woman.
 
She approached me, kneeling to kiss my boner gently before looking at as if she was saying "Do it." I opened my mouth and gulped her head. She was giggling, clearly already loving the process. Next were her shoulders, then her tits. I used my tongue to play a little with them, and I could faintly hear Joanne say something naughty from inside my esophagus.
 
Sending her down was a piece of cake until I reached her hips. That was when I had to take some more time, and when the fun began. The taste of her butt sent a shock of pleasure flowing through my brain, my imagination unable to prepare me for something so delicious. Saliva was dripping from my chin like crazy, and I felt the urge to taste more and more of her. I swallowed more of her padded backside, my mandible expanded like a snake's.
 
I was moaning with my mouth watering like crazy, while Joanne breathed heavily, her head spinning while trying to process the psychological pleasure of knowing that she just lost her identity as a human being and was now just food. With tears of happiness and effort in my eyes, my gullet expanded to allow passage to her butt and thighs. I slowly swallowed her thick, juicy legs, raising my head so gravity could become my ally.
 
Even with an universal force by my side, those delicious members took their sweet time going down, not that I had anything against it. I tasted them with an internal impasse: part of me wanted this meal to last forever, and the other greedily and blindly desired to put an end to it at once.
 
Because of this, when I licked her feet and sent her down for good, I was both sad and satisfied. My belly expanded upon receiving the thick athlete, and I released a loud and crass belch of satisfaction. Joanne giggled inside of me and said something about how humiliating and hot what I just did was, but I didn't pay any attention. Once a girl was inside of me, any compassion and respect were gone, because food deserved neither.
 
I was a bit dazzled an very full, and for sometime I didn't know what to do next. I decided to just sit there in the locker room and digest a little, then I would take my car and go home. So I sat there, breathing heavily with a huge belly and a visible boner, hiccupping and blowing out some excess gas from my mouth that wasn't strong enough to become a burp, all the while my lunch spoke to herself inside my gurgly cauldron of a belly.
 
Finally, I grew bored and rose with some difficulty, dislodging some bubbles that became a sour burp. Slowly I walked away from the room, and while getting out of the building I saw an angry black beauty in a blue leotard and silently cursed. Her ass was even bigger than Joanne's! It looked like I ended up getting the lesser grub. I slapped my belly in great disappointment, all the satisfaction from eating Joanne fading away.
 
Now that I think about it, it really just shows how us preds are a greedy bunch, never satisfied with what we eat, always eyeing some possible future meal and forgetting the one we just ate, the one that a few seconds ago we were thinking about how great they were! But back to that particular episode...
 
I got home and grabbed myself a beer, sat on the couch and drank while watching TV. I kinda forgot about Joanne, even after several big belches that brought some of her taste back to my palate.
 
I was forced to remember her though, because after a long time with a meaty burp I expelled her wet and half digested leotard, and it covered the TV screen while I was really concentrated on a football game.
 
"You bitch! Come on!" I rapidly removed the slimy leotard only to discover that while the TV was covered the game ended. I threw the article of destroyed clothing away, pissed off. "What an attention-seeking whore!"
 
Then I watched the news for some more time, until a loud fart forced its way out of my ass. I chuckled while covering my nose.
 
"Looks like you want out, but you don't have to be so vocal about it!" Another fart escaped, louder than the previous one. "Alright, alright, I'm going!"
 
I sat on my toilet (predator friendly, of course) and it took little to no effort to start expelling Joanne. And she was quite the crap, I'll tell you!
 
First of all, she became a large pile of shit, larger than I expected. It filled most of the toilet bowl, and my toilet is a big one! The texture kind of reminded me of Joanne's cellulite, but that's probably just me overthinking dung. Also, Joanne was such a fatty meal that my liver wasn't able to produce enough bile to break all of her fat, so my intestines didn't manage to absorb all of the lipids present on Joanne, and as a result, my excrement was covered by a yellowish greasy layer of mucus. That explained why my gas was so vile! It's a shame that, in a way, a lot of her was wasted by my organism: I ate a thick girl but what my body got from her was far from the complete package.
 
There were also her bones, as expected, and her hair (a part of the body that sometimes survives digestion, sometimes doesn’t, I guess it depends on how much keratin it has, but that's just a wild guess). Joanne's hair explained that smooth, silky feeling I experienced. Not wanting to lose more time with such an useless thing, I flushed it all and washed my hands.
 
And that's it. Thanks to this journal, Joanne, who is now dwelling in the sewers with so many others, won't be forgotten. I shat her yesterday, so this meal is still fresh in my memory. I'm already hungry again, though. Plus, I've been thinking a lot about that adversary gymnast Joanne was going to compete against that day....
 
My belly just growled while writing this. I think it already knows who I want to have for dinner next.