Selina knew first impressions were everything in a town like Los Angeles.
 
Your life could change with every possible big star you meet just by turning the street corner, so meeting the “Senior Vice President” of the company that you applied for within days of applying was maybe the best luck she’d had in a hot minute.
 
Luckily for her, this "Lisa” character seemed to be a bit muddled herself when it came to formality, with coffee mugs of every color and size piled high in various spots atop her desk not exactly painting the best picture for how good of a Senior Vice President she actually was.
 
So maybe Selina wasn’t in such bad hands after all.
 
“Alright!”, Lisa exclaimed as she turned around in her chair.
“Everything in your resume looks great; just need to give it one final once over and you should be all set…”
 
Despite the cluttered mess atop her desk, Lisa did at least look the part of a woman in charge: wavy, mildly gray hair ending just above her shoulders and a couple matronly face wrinkles to tie the whole looks together.
 
Well, THAT and an above average bust, hips that looked glued to her chair and a basketball-sized belly that JUST rested above her thighs.
 
A softer body was rather comforting to most people, and Selina was no exception.
 
“Oh!”, Lisa said aloud before she finished reading her papers.
“I’m sure you know this already, but company policy means I have to tell you this office has a VERY high turnover rate. One of the highest for an online media brand in the state of California, actually.”
 
“I did read that on the job listing.”, Selina replied.
“I think I can manage.”
 
“You sure?”, Lisa asked with a tilt of her head to the side.
 
“Well yeah!”, Selina said in response.
“I assume that’s because of the busy work load or some kinda demanding hours, but
 
"Not exactly.", Lisa replied.
"To put it bluntly... there's a lot of predators who work for us. Like, a LOT of predators. Myself included, if you haven’t noticed.”
 
“Oh!”, Selina said in surprise.
“I didn’t, actually.”
 
“Were the mugs not a dead enough giveaway?”, Lisa asked, gesturing towards the mess currently atop her desk.
“Trust me when I say that I am absolutely RAVENOUS most days. In fact, this…”
 
To show her point, Lisa stood up mid-sentence and hefted her gut up in her hands before letting it slam back down on the desk, a few mugs rattling from the impact of the fatty woman’s stomach.
 
“Is what’s left of the last three people who tried applying for you position. Today.”, a now out-of-breath Lisa said with her hands at her hips.
“At least what hasn’t gone to my… ass yet.”
 
Lisa turned around to show exactly what she meant, slamming her butt down atop the desk for emphasis in order to show just how much her formerly loose-fitting pants were (quite fittingly) being eaten alive by the two jiggly hams packed within the straining fabric.
 
With her point made, Lisa sat back down in her chair, inadvertently forcing a stray-
 
*FRRT*
 
-out of said ass without her permission.
 
Damn those new hires; always trying to get the last word in…
 
“Whew! Sorry; that happens sometimes.”, Lisa said, futilely attempting to wave the stench away with her hand.
“You’ve had experience with eating people before, right?”
 
“Uh…”, Selina responded.
“I’ve eaten a COUPLE people, I guess…”
 
“Great!”, Lisa replied with great enthusiasm.
“They had you listed as a predator on your resume, so I just wanted to be sure. Most girls don’t last a DAY in here otherwi-“
 
Before she could finish her sentence, Lisa was cut off by a bassy-
 
*BUUAAARRP*
 
-blowing out from between her lips, sending with it an intact skull that pounded upon her desk within seconds of leaving her mouth.
 
The heavy bone making impact with the desk finally seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back as a stack of mugs came tumbling down directly onto Selina’s front, staining her chest with coffee too old to even put a date to.
 
“Oh my gosh, I am SO sorry!”, Lisa exclaimed.
“Here. Let me just-“
 
From behind her desk, Lisa pulled out a box of tissues to hand to Selina; they weren’t much, but given how slobbish most of the women in the building tended to be, Selina was surprised the older woman had any kind of cleaning supplies period.
 
“Thanks.”, Selina said before stopping Lisa from straining herself further with a wave of her hand.
“I can do it myself.”
 
“No problem. I-“, Lisa said back before noticing something in the air.
“Ooh. What is that?”
 
Lisa stopped for a moment, setting her hands down on her desk and taking a deep whiff of the air.
 
Her stomach began to groan rather noisily.
 
“What’s what?”, Selina asked in confusion.
 
“That smell.”, Lisa replied.
“It’s… Ooh.”
 
Much to Selina’s surprise, the minuscule woman climbed atop her desk and began to slowly crawl towards her new applicant, her gut wobbling alongside her dangling breasts as she inched closer and closer.
 
“That coffee on you.”, Lisa said seductively.
“It smells so… GOOD.”
 
“Okay?”, Selina replied, rather afraid to say anything that might provoke Lisa further.
 
“It has to be your… your skin.”, the older woman said in realization.
“Let me just…”
 
Before Selina could stop her, Lisa planted her hands at both sides of her possible hire’s button-up top (worn specifically for this interview) and ripped it open…
 
Revealing a pair of the finest boobs Lisa had seen on potential prey in weeks.
 
The two velveteen globes of light brown tit meat staring back at her wobbled like water balloons upon being revealed, with the fact that each one easily rivaled Selina’s head in terms of mass just adding to the temptation.
 
“Oh ho ho!”, Lisa exclaimed in disbelief.
“And how long were you planning on hiding THESE?”
 
“Uh…”, Selina muttered back.
“I, uh…”
 
Selina damn near felt steam blowing out of her ears as Lisa leaned down and hastily planted her face against her chest before running her tongue up Selina’s chest, the younger girl’s brain essentially short-circuiting upon this advance.
 
If she’d already been hired, she might just file a formal harassment complaint.
 
Before she could too long on it, however, Lisa ran her tongue up to Selina’s chin before pulling away, savoring the taste of the shortstack’s coffee-soaked Latina flesh as her stomach growled in anticipation.
 
“Wow.”, she exclaimed.
“You taste GOOD.”
 
She placed her hand upon Selina’s shoulder, followed by the other; a death knell for most in this position, but for Selina…
 
“I should be going.”, she said aloud, backing up in her chair and causing Lisa to lose her center of gravity, tumbling off of her desk and onto the floor, snapping her back to her senses.
“Hope you don’t mind.”
 
“Right…”, Lisa said with a shake of her head.
“I’ll… take a… *BEURP* a look through the applicants and, if you get a call back, I’ll be sure to get you a schedule by next week.”
 
The poor woman gave a tired wave goodbye as she rested on the floor a bit, pressing her hand down on top of her stomach and forcing out another crude-
 
*BURP*
 
-out from her mouth just to savor Selina’s taste again.
 
Selina hastily walked out of the office and back towards the entrance, quickly buttoning her shirt back up as she questioned what the hell had just happened.
 
Did all of this woman’s interviews go like that?
 
What about the OTHER preds in the building?
 
Regardless, seeing how Lisa reacted to her not even bare chest instilled Selina with the feeling that she’d already gotten the job no matter how good her resume actually was.
 
And besides, she was pretty sure she could handle a room full of pred girls; she WAS going to be their manager, after all.
 
What could go wrong?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day One: Olivia Sui
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Day one at the office and things had been going pretty well so far!
 
A nice breakfast in the break room before the bigger preds actually showed up, some nice tunes playing on her computer while she worked on some files…
 
Everything was coming up a-ok-
 
“Hey.”
 
Selina’s focus was broken by an errant voice coming from behind her; turning her chair around, she was rather surprised to see the office’s resident weirdo Olivia Sui peering at her from around the corner.
 
The Chinese-American rich girl seemed to be off in her own world most days of the week, so her actually stopping by Selina’s desk to chat seemed like a massive step-up.
 
Must’ve been important.
 
“You’re the assistant, right?”, Olivia asked.
“Fresh me- I mean the new girl?”
 
“Well, I’m technically the assistant manager.”, Selina replied.
“Just have to spend a week down on the floor and then I’ll be a manager proper.”
 
“Cool.”, Olivia said quickly.
“I’m having a little trouble with my lunch.”
 
“Uh huh…”, she said aloud.
“And that problem was?”
 
“Oh nothing.”, Olivia said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Just that I can’t get them to shut the hell up in there.”
 
Before Selina could ask what Olivia meant, her visage was completely obscured by the sight of a gigantic gut quickly pressing up against her body, the pale skin stretched tight over its surface nearly blinding Selina the closer it got.
 
A bulge shaped like a human face in the midst of terror, though, kept her attention before it descended back within the cruel depths of Olivia’s stomach.
 
“I ate all the sauce packets we had in the fridge and nothing’s making them stop.”, remarked the gluttonous pred, popping the cap off a bottle of hot sauce and chugging it as she waited for Selina to respond.
 
“Why would that make them stop?”, Selina replied in confusion.
 
“Ha! You’re funny.”, Olivia said sarcastically.
“You’re acting like I care.”
 
Olivia’s comments of cruelty were punctuated with a half-hearted throw of the now empty bottle of hot sauce, which bounded off of her belly and landed on the floor beside Selina with a *KLINK*.
 
“You care enough about it to come and ask me-“, Selina grumbled before another push from Olivia’s gut squished her even harder against the wall of her cubicle.
 
“Just FiX it already!”, Olivia yelled, her voice crack doing little to ease Selina’s confusion about the whole scenario.
 
The bespectacled girl simply stood in mild shock which, to Olivia, was the wrong answer.
 
The longer the minutes passed, the more Olivia pressed her bloated stomach against Selina’s curvy body, the heat and muffled shouting from inside of it growing stronger and stronger as the incessant groans from within grew louder and louder before…
 
They stopped.
 
Both Selina and Olivia stared at the gut in confusion, the prey within slowing their protests enough to let an eerie silence fall upon Selina’s section of the office.
 
“What?”, Olivia asked aloud, obviously caught off-guard but not enough to stop pressing her stomach against the much smaller Selina.
 
What she SHOULD have expected, tempting her stomach like she was, was for said stomach to make a bit of room for the possible meal that was Selina via the most obvious way: a fart.
 
A loud, unladylike, surprisingly brown-in-color fart.
 
Olivia’s skirt fluttered in the wind like a woman far more graceful than herself as the fart blew out of her behind, tainting the are around Selina's desk with the horrid stench of digested Instagram models and expensive food eaten as if it was served in a buffet.
 
On the plus side, it seemed as though, even in death, those slim-thick Instagram models knew exactly where to put their fat.
 
To put it bluntly, Olivia's butt was getting bigger.
 
Well, bigger than it usually was.
 
Slow and steady, the contents of her stomach seemed to flow to her ass, with whatever WASN'T giving her curves to literally die for filling up her intestines to be more properly disposed of later… hopefully.
 
Pound upon pound spread across her lower half, coming to rest on her thickening thighs and widening hips before, finally, the hellish deluge of digestional winds came to an end, leaving Olivia with a considerably smaller stomach and an ass that'd maybe ten pounds in the last minute.
 
“Oh!”, Olivia sighed in relief, gripping her bare ass in her hands and letting her pale and pillowy cheeks bounce as she dropped them.
“That feels better.”
 
“What just happened?”, she asked, the confusion apparent in her voice.
 
“You fixed it.”, Olivia replied.
“Guess I was just hungry! Standing next to that SUPER hot body of yours must've been VERY tempting."
 
“Oh! Uh…”, Selina hummed.
“Thanks?”
 
“Don’t mention it!”, Olivia exclaimed as she turned to leave before stopping dead in her tracks upon realizing something.
“Wait a second… If my tummy got hungry just being pressed against you…”
 
Olivia moved closer, grabbing the shorter Selina by the back of the head and pulling her only a foot away from her face for emphasis.
 
“Why don’t I just eat you?”, she asked.
 
The forcefulness of Olivia’s grasp made Selina stumble over her words for a bit, trying to think up a way out of this.
 
“Because, uh…”, Selina hummed in thought.
“Because I’m your new manager!”
 
“Ha! No!”, Olivia laughed in disagreement.
“You went and said that you were the “ASSISTANT” manager a bit ago. I know there’s a difference.”
 
“I will be at the end of the week, though!”, Selina corrected.
“And if I’m not IN Lisa’s office by the end of the week, they’re gonna find out that YOU were the last person to see me before getting eaten."
 
“What?! Pfft! Come on!”, Olivia objected.
“They wouldn’t find out it was me.”
 
“You sure about that?”, Selina asked, a slight hint of concern in her voice.
 
At this point, the odds of her walking away from this exchange as anything but an Asian girl’s butt fat were about 50/50, so… not the best.
 
“No, I’m not.”, Olivia said begrudgingly through gritted teeth.
“Okay, fine! I won’t eat you today. Consider this one a freebie."
 
Selina let out a brief sigh of relief as Olivia began to walk away, only to come back to attention the moment another crude-
 
*FRRT*
 
-blew out of the Asian girl's ass.
 
“God damn it! All this BUTT is just making me hungry for some gut slut to try going in through the out door...", Olivia groaned before looking back to Selina.
“Hey, Selina? Think you could check something out for me?”
 
Before Selina could answer, Olivia was already making her way back towards her at a steady pace, eager to give her a VERY in-depth view of the ass she'd been so happy to provide.
 
The eager pred hopped up atop Selina's desk, kicking the computer's keyboard to the ground as she knelt down and prepared to make Selina into her makeshift butt plug of the day.
 
“I’m good, thanks!”, Selina replied just in time, stopping the Asian cheek meat only a few inches away from her face.
 
"Alright!", Olivia said before waggling her butt back and forth.
"Invitation always open, Selina!"
 
At that, Olivia finally hopped down from the desk and skipped away, leaving Selina with only the sounds of the office around her to set her mind at ease.
 
Before she could question it further, a loud growl began to emanate from Selina’s stomach.
 
“What?”, she whispered to herself.
“I just had lunch, like, an hour ago. Why am I still so… Hnngh, HUNGRY?”
 
Selina held a hand over her stomach as her insides roared like a lion; what the hell had gotten into her?
 
It couldn’t have been Olivia, right? What could she have even done to make Selina feel more hungry? Just… BE HUNGRY around her?
 
Whatever the case, Selina figured that the chicken wrap she’d had for lunch wasn’t going to cut it.
 
She needed something bigger.
 
Much, MUCH bigger.
 
Looking around her desk for any snacks that might stave off her appetite for the time being, Selina’s eyes stopped upon seeing a woman walk right past her on her way through the office.
 
One blonde, thin, DELICIOUS-looking woman.
 
Selina licked her lips as her mind bounced from topic to topic weighing the possibilities.
 
Olivia had… who KNOWS how many people writing about in her stomach just now, and the same probably went for every other pred girl in this office.
 
Surely no one would notice if just ONE little person didn’t clock out today, right?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Two: Amanda Lehan-Canto
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“Hey, Selina!”, a voice called from down the hall.
“Can I borrow you for a sec? Need you to help me out with something.”
 
Selena got up with a huff from her desk, making sure to mind the increased space her gut was taking up being stuffed with the barista she had for breakfast like it was.
 
Just judging from the voice, she could already tell who exactly was and what sort of problem they’d be having.
 
Amanda, the office’s resident tall girl, often had a hard time dealing with everyone else’s “short” way of life and, to be honest, no one could blame her.
 
A height of six foot three, boobs big as watermelons jutting out from her chest, and a body count that was honestly too high to even begin counting: if the Amazons of legend were real, Amanda could damn sure pass as one any given day of the week.
 
And when you had the body of a warrior woman, you tended to eat like one as well.
 
*GROOAAN*
 
Speaking of eating, Selina looked down at her stomach (as best she could with her boobs in the way; they’d definitely gotten bigger since yesterday) and shook it, sloshing about the melted remains of the teenaged cashier she’d eaten at Starbucks this morning.
 
While it was nice that the girl had digested quick, all that coffee/caffeine broiling alongside her was also making what was left of her want to come back out EXCEEDINGLY fast.
 
“Ugh! That girl better not make me clog the toilet like that lady did yesterday.”, Selina groaned as she straightened her pants.
“Damn accountant making me stay an hour after work-“
 
Selina’s grumbling and mumbling were cut off by her running face first into something surprisingly soft and
 
Hanging a few feet above the floor was an ass bigger than Selina herself, the thick legs attached to it hanging limply in the air.
 
After examining the thick figure, it didn’t take long for Selina to figure out that what she was looking at was the lower half of a pred, sticking out of the exposed lower half of a rather passive Amanda, who didn’t even notice Selina’s approach until she’d collided with her food.
 
“About time you got here.”, Amanda said casually.
“Little Miss Ass Snack here decided to make things a bit complicated for me on her way up the tunnel of love. Think you could give her a little push?”
 
“Why can’t you do it?”, Selina asked.
 
“Aw. See, I would, but Lisa would totally get on my ass about smashing up the walls again.”, the Amazon replied.
 
Selina grew puzzled.
 
“Again?”, she asked.
 
“Yeah, that’s kinda my thing.”, Amanda replied before turning her massive body around, accidentally proving her point by slamming her fat-assed ass snack into the wall and punching a rather butt-shaped divot into it.
“Oh, God damn it…”
 
Amanda let out a sigh before continuing; she could already sense that one was coming out of her paycheck.
 
“Helps my girls churn milk sluts into milk a lot faster.”, she said to Selina, delicately pressing the boobs bulging out from under her shirt together for emphasis.
“Well, not that they NEED help, but… Oh! You get it.”
 
“Right, right.”, Selina replied, leaning to the side of Amanda’s stomach to examine the newfound damage to the wall.
 
“Yeah, so if you could just give Ms. McFatAss here a little help then that would be much appreciated.”, Amanda continued, swaying her hips back and forth in order to get Selina’s attention.
“The sooner she gets in my gut, the better.”
 
Despite every bone in her body telling her that this was an objectively stupid thing to do, Selina obeyed; placing both hands atop the mystery girl’s incredibly wide ass, the hilariously small pred girl pushed, getting absolutely nowhere almost instantly.
 
So she decided to make a little small talk to pass the time.
 
“Do you even know who this is?”, asked Selina.
 
“Don’t know, don’t care.”, Amanda replied, checking her nails nonchalantly as she did so.
 
Well, that didn’t go well. Maybe something else.
 
“Is it Jackie?”, Selina said with another push.
 
Or not.
 
While Selina had only a vague idea of who Jackie was, her reputation of having the fattest ass in the building preceded her, even with the short time Selina had been in the office.
 
“What?! No, come on; I actually LIKE Jackie. Someti- MOST of the time.”, Amanda corrected, some rather intrusive thoughts entering her mind as she did so.
“That ass does sound super tasty right now…”
 
While she wasn’t AGAINST Amanda eating a co-worker (that was Lisa’s job to worry about at the moment), hearing her inner monologue act so casual about doing it threw her off a bit.
 
“What?”, she asked.
 
“Hey, less talky, more pushy, alright?”, Amanda barked back.
“Freaking starving over here.”
 
Selina’s eyes shifted from the ass currently stuck in Amanda’s ass to the stomach said ass was supposed to be going to and, to be honest…
 
Selina thought there might not be enough space.
 
With her arms outstretched and her hands against the wall, Amanda’s gut simply hung beneath her gigantic frame like a wrecking ball.
 
Although “hung” would imply there was at least a reasonable distance between said gut and the floor, so maybe that wasn’t the best words.
 
As far as Selina could tell, that caramel brown sphere stuffed full of people rested upon the floor of the hallway, each scream and movement from inside sending the slightest of shivers across Amanda’s entire body.
 
Whatever the case, how the hell was she “starving” right now?
 
“Hey!”, Amanda said with a whistle.
“Eyes on the prize, sister. I wanna get my lunch break over with so I can get back to work. I mean think about who I’m having for my next lunch break.”
 
“You get more than one lunch break?”, Selina asked.
 
“Uh, yeah.”, Amanda replied.
“Can fit more than one person in me, can’t I?”
 
“I guess…”, Selina said, taking how hard
 
“What do you mean you guess?!”, Amanda exclaimed.
“If I told you I’m hungry, then that means I’m hungry, and I’m starting to get a little bit MORE hungry the more we keep talking, so I suggest that you pipe down or else I’m having your tiny ass for fifths… or sixths… or however many people I’ve eaten today, I GUESS.”
 
 
 
Push after push after push, the plush posterior remained parked in the same position
 
among the grunts and groans of Selina pushing as hard as she could, a distinctive growl began to drown out the muffled sounds of protest coming from within Amanda’s stomach.
 
“See, I think the problem…”, Selina said with another unsuccessful push.
“Is that she’s too wide for you to eat width-wise, y’know?”
 
“Okay…”, Amanda replied.
“Go on.”
 
“So…”, Selina continued.
“You just gotta…”
 
With as much force as she could muster, Selina dug her hands into the fat ass of Amanda’s snack and twisted, slowly but surely rotating the poor girl to her side while Amanda’s insides received the finest massage they had in weeks.
 
Well, maybe shitting out that bike a few days ago took the cake, but this still came in a close second.
 
“Ooh!”, she cooed.
“That feels good! Do it again.”
 
As strange as she felt doing it, Selina obeyed, continuing the rotation of the pred girl more and more to the side, stopping once her hips were finally perpendicular to the floor.
 
That was where Amanda finally began to chip in.
 
Before Selina’s eyes, the previously limp legs of the mystery meal sprang to life as the fat-assed woman began to descend deeper into Amanda’s bowels, inch by pleasuring inch.
 
The unadulterated moan that Amanda let out as her ass snack disappeared into her insides would’ve embarrassed any other woman beyond belief, but being too into the VAST feelings of pleasure her body rewarded her for finding such a filling snack, Amanda let those moans out LOUDLY.
 
Selina simply stood and watched in both confusion and amazement that such a fine behind was consumed by such a (comparatively) smaller ass in such little time; in only a minute or two, the deed was done, the fat-assed pred’s tennis shoes disappearing behind the caramel brown cheeks of Amanda Lehan-Canto.
 
Selina quickly jumped out of the way, standing a safe enough distance away to note that the pear-shaped pred Amanda had just eaten was completely invisible on the surface of the stomach that stood before.
 
She must’ve been in there DEEP.
 
“Doesn’t that hurt?”, Selina asked.
 
“Don’t knock it till you try it, sister.”, Amanda replied with a few affirmative pats of her gut.
“Don’t knock it till you try it.”
 
Amanda ended her point with a loud-
 
*BEURP*
 
-blasting out from between her lips and echoing throughout the walls of the office.
 
A small price of fabric blasted itself out of Amanda’s mouth with her belch, coming to rest on her humongous chest before going completely ignored as the gluttonous pred decided to take up the room she’d just given her stomach with a little bit of liquids with her… temporary solids.
 
With little care for who was watching, Amanda took her hands to both sides of her button-up business shirt and tore it open, letting her caramel brown, melon-sized tits to come bouncing out of their constrictive prison for all [Selina] to see.
 
Selina wondered what the point of even wearing a top like that was (considering how small it seemed in comparison to Amanda’s gigantic tits), but was soon distracted by a very DIFFERENT item of clothing being handed down to her by Amanda herself:
 
A hole-ridden pair of boxer shorts, colored white with pictures of chicken legs spotting its surface; how ironic.
 
“Here.”, Amanda said with a mouth full of her own milk.
“You can keep it as the tip. Ha!”
 
The ground almost seemed to shake as Amanda walked away, the six-foot-plus mini-giantess’ ass jiggling tantalizingly with each step while every OTHER curve (plus that one, of course) got a protein boost via the excessive amount of milk currently being sucked out of Amanda’s teat and into her already stuffed stomach.
 
Seemingly spurred on by the sight of such a hedonistic woman, it wasn’t long before a familiar sound began to emanate from Selina’s own stomach.
 
*GROOAAN*
 
Hunger.
 
While she DID still have what was left of a barista currently on her way through her intestines, the sight of Amanda putting on such a hedonistic display instilled Selina with a sense of famine that she hadn’t felt in a long time… or quiet possibly ever, for that matter.
 
Maybe one more person wouldn’t hurt… or two… or three… or…
 
Oh, screw it.
 
She’d just eat until she was full.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Three: Kimmy Jimenez
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Another day at the office and yet another change in Selina’s schedule, only this time helping out someone who was FAR friendlier than the previous two, Kimmy Jimenez.
 
The amateur actress was in a bit of a bind at the moment, being given the role of “security guard” at the office this week while also insisting she “watch her weight.”
 
She WAS getting married in a couple weeks, after all; she didn’t want to get TOO fat for her dress before the reception (that part came AFTER she’d eaten half the folks at the wedding), so she decided to save her waistline for a better time.
 
She usually had Courtney help her out in dealing with these creeps (since 90% of them were here to see Courtney anyway), but she was busy at a photo shoot today, so Selina was kindly asked to fill in.
 
Plus Courtney wouldn’t have looked NEARLY as silly resting atop a gut larger than herself.
 
Yes, while Kimmy was only helping herself to a “heathy” amount of prey this afternoon (still more than most preds ate in a whole day, but practice makes perfect), Selina was stuck with eating every single reject that Kimmy didn’t deem a good enough meal for her cheat day.
 
“Mmm. Too skinny.”, Kimmy said with a shake of her head.
“You can swallow him.”
 
Selina let out a tired cheer before the boy was forcefully shoved into her mouth, the sixth person today taking so slow a time in being swallowed that Kimmy was already moving on to her next perp.
 
“Hmm. Not bad, not bad…”, she said before taking a look at the man’s arm, gasping aloud as she did so.
“Is that a Monster Energy tattoo? Ha! Tacky alert! Hope this one doesn’t have too much caffeine in him!”
 
Selina simply let out a muffled groan as Lucky Number Seven was violently shoved head first into the ass of Number Six, forcing Six even further down Selina’s throat while Selina held Seven’s shoulders as best she could and continued eating.
 
Kimmy, meanwhile, was already summing up her next target; a mailman, only two weeks into the job, who’d gotten thrown into the metaphorical “To Eat” pile by mistake.
 
Unfortunately for him, the growling in Kimmy’s stomach proved that he would be a keeper in all the worst ways.
 
“Ooh! Now this one, I like!”, she said playfully, wrapping her arms around the man as if she wasn’t due to be married in a few weeks.
“What’s YOUR name, big guy?”
 
Before the man could let out an answer, Kimmy forced her finger over his lips, pressing her bloated stomach against his body as she leaned in closer to reply.
 
“Wait a minute! Hold that thought.”, she said.
“I think I know it. It’s “Ass Fat”, isn’t it?”
 
Kimmy raised her hand off of the man’s mouth for him to answer, only to clamp it back down once he began to actually say something.
 
“Oh, yes! Don’t say another WORD! I can already see it now.”, Kimmy continued, waving her hand in the air to signify the “magical journey” she was about to put this poor man through.
“That beautiful face of yours, BULGING out from inside my belly, just BEGGING, YEARNING to be set free from my RAVENOUS insides and into my arms, but alas! My heart has been taken by another. See the ring?”
 
Kimmy wiggled her fingers in front of the man’s face, showing off her engagement ring before moving herself as best she could with a stomach already full of people.
 
“Now get in my mouth, pretty boy; I’m starving!”
 
With those final words, Kimmy struck, hoisting herself up as best she could and clasping her mouth completely over the man’s head, taking in his shoulders before coming back down to finish the job.
 
A drowsy Selina watched as the gluttonous Latina forced her mouth over her muscular snack, getting down to his hips before lifting him up and letting gravity do the rest of the work.
 
In less than a minute, the man was gone, left as nothing more than another nameless form writing about in Kimmy’s stomach as Kimmy herself braced a bit before releasing a powerful-
 
*BUUOORRP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
A sign of a job well done.
 
“Wow! We got a lot today!”, Kimmy said with a pat of her stomach and a wipe of her arm across her mouth.
“How are you doing, Seli- *UURRP* -na?”
 
Selina simply groaned in response, puffing up her cheeks before a single arm came bursting out from between her lips; the slimy limb felt around the air for a bit before Selina closed her eyes and gulped her food back down.
 
Even if she was stuffed, her mother had always said to never leave a meal unfinished.
 
“Yeah, I remember MY first time working security.”, Kimmy said casually, resting her elbow atop Selina’s stomach as she spoke.
“Ate so many people, pooped them all out and then, wouldn’t you know it? My ASS got too big for my jeans! Oh! I tell you, the never of those people. I mean, I must have ripped at least, like, FOUR pairs before I realized my ass had gotten big. Mamá always said I was stubborn…”
 
“Kimmy?”, Selina interrupted.
 
“Uh huh?”, Kimmy replied, oblivious to how much she’d been talking.
 
“Can you…”, Selina asked before a gaseous-
 
*BEURP*
 
-cut her off.
“Can you show me how to do anal vore?”
 
“Ooh! Kinky! I like it.”, Kimmy cooed.
“Are you sure you want more, though? You’re looking kinda…”
 
A stray look down showed Kimmy just how tightly packed Selina’s insides were, each figure of her barely-digested prey visible underneath the taught skin wrapped around her stomach.
 
“Stuffed.”
 
“I can take it.”, Selina weakly got out.
 
“Alright!”, Kimmy said as she grabbed the last person in the line-up.
“If you say so.”
 
The poor fanboy, formerly resigned to his fate the second “eating” got announced, now struggled a bit in his restraints as he was dragged ever so closer to Selina’s surprisingly plump derrière, bumps of brown flesh oozing out of spontaneous rips in her cargo shorts.
 
Maybe as long as those shorts stayed on, he might just stand a-
 
*RRIIP*
 
-chance.
 
Unfortunately for him, Kimmy knew just how important taking somebody up the ass was in a woman’s day-to-day, so she wasted little time in prepping Selina’s butt as she ripped her ruined shorts right off of her body, exposing her bare bottom half to the world.
 
And to Kimmy’s stomach.
 
“Oh my God, girl! Where’d you get thighs like these?”, Kimmy said as she squeezed Selina’s legs in her hands.
“So thick, heh ha! Makes me just wanna chew ‘em!”
 
Doing some aerial yoga in her personal time had certainly helped in maintaining the figure Kimmy was practically starting to drool over; that and the people she’d been eating the last couple days had made her body thicker just about everywhere.
 
Regardless, the craving within Selina’s bowels could only be dated for so long, so she decided to pick up the pace.
 
“Just put him in already.”, she said bluntly.
 
“Alright, alright! Sheesh.”, Kimmy exclaimed before taking on a mocking tone.
“You’re not you when you’re hungry…”
 
At that, Kimmy got to “work”, hefting the man up to Selina’s ass before stuffing him inside, gifting him with the pleasant experience of having his face touch the warm, soft backside of a Latina shortstack before being greeted with the warm, slimy insides the rest of his body was going to be experiencing in a bit.
 
“Yeah, you kinda want to clench with your core a bit if you, uh… still can.”, Kimmy said with a once-over of Selina’s stuffed stomach.
“Once you get ‘em in past the shoulders, you can just keep at it and they should just SLIDE right in.”
 
“Ohh…”, Selina groaned in delight as Kimmy continued to push.
“That feels good.”
 
Once she got up to his hips, Kimmy wiped her hands clean and examined her work; one mysterious pull of the man deeper inside of Selina’s body proved that her part of the task was done.
 
“Heheh. Yeah, it does.”, she replied with a cheeky laugh.
“Took one of my fiancé’s crushes up my ass once. Course, there’s been a lot MORE people up there since then, but- Don’t tell him I said that, unless you’re looking to JOIN them. Heheh.”
 
The process of pulling her prey through her already packed insides created quite the mental strain on Selina’s head, causing her to completely ignore Kimmy’s jest/threat in favor of sucking in her butt snack foot by delicious foot.
 
Making Kimmy’s already stuffed stomach hungry for more.
 
“Well, shoot!”, Kimmy exclaimed.
“Now you’re making ME want to shove somebody back there.”
 
Looking over Selina’s bloated form, Kimmy was rather disappointed to find that they’d run out of people to eat… at the office, at least.
 
“We’re all out of trespassers, though…”, she said in thought before making her way to the front door and yelling at the first person she saw outside.
“Hey, you! Yeah, you with the Giants hat! You wanna come help me churn these guys down?”
 
Kimmy patted her gut for emphasis, letting out a gluttonous-
 
*BEURP*
 
-as her siren song to lure her next meal in; it seemed to be working, but there was only one way to be sure.
 
“I’m single.”, she yelled before looking back to Selina.
“That usually works if nothing else does, just for future reference!”
 
With her eight person of the day finally slipping inside of her with a sickening-
 
*SHLICK*
 
-Selina fought hard to process anything Kimmy was saying to her.
 
The feeling of being so full, the movements of each person writhing about in her guts, the relief in feeling what was left of her ass snack having less and less of his body in the outside world…
 
It was all so… so…
 
DELICIOUS.
 
She couldn’t WAIT for tomorrow.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Four: Jackie Uweh (and Arasha Lalani)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The halfway point had been reached in Selina’s first week at work and now she was facing her biggest challenge yet.
 
Both literally and metaphorically.
 
The owner of some killer dreads along with the fattest ass in the office (Jackie Uweh) had somehow managed to get herself stuck on her way to the kitchen in the break room (big surprise there), her five-foot-wide hips serving as the perfect barrier to prevent anything and anyone from passing (lest they looked to quickly be sucked up into said cheeks.)
 
Given how constantly hungry everyone else in the office was though, someone was tasked with going into the combat zone and pushing the elephantine derrière out of the way as soon as possible.
 
Enter Arasha Lalani, the new girl down at the office (though not quite as new as Selina) who, along with Selina, was having a rather hard time trying to push their
 
A Herculean task, for sure, only made that much harder by the thrashing guts each of the three women possessed while doing it.
 
Granted, Selina had been caught in the middle of a rather impromptu “lunch break” she’d had with someone turning in a job application, but still, she ate seven people yesterday and still managed to actually show up for work the next day; a feat among “amateur” pred like her, to be sure.
 
That said, Jackie herself was not making this impossible task any easier.
 
*FRRRT*
 
Wave after wave of green-tinted gas blew out from between her dark brown butt cheeks into the hallway behind her, Arasha and Selina’s face masks doing little to stop the heinous haze from assaulting their senses in every way imaginable.
 
The paint steadily peeling off the walls, her and her coworkers’ hair beginning to frizz out; any longer in this condition and the duo might just run out of breathable air.
 
If only Jackie cared more than a little bit.
 
The Black behemoth let out a crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-into the air as she nonchalantly checked her phone for the time.
 
“Having any luck back there?”, she asked the two women currently behind her behind.
 
“What do you think?!”, Arasha yelled back.
 
“I feel like this would be a lot easier if you actually tried helping us out a bit.”, Selina added as she pushed.
 
“What do you THINK I’m doing?”, Jackie asked, a bit of sass in her voice as she did so.
 
“I don’t know.”, Arasha replied.
“Getting fa- *URP* Mmm, FATTER at the same time we’re trying to push you out.”
 
“Hey! Doing THIS…” Jackie said as she forced a loud-
 
*FRRT*
 
-out from inside her bowels.
“Is ACTUALLY making me lose weight.”
 
“I doubt that severely…”, Selina replied with a cough, waving the noxious gas away from her bespectacled eyes as best she could.
 
Before she could get TOO much progress on that, however, another roadblock came in the form of Jackie’s stomach gurgling immensely in only a few seconds.
 
The struggles of her prey began to slow as her insides bundled themselves, crushing a few bones that lined the shit filling up her intestines that would, hopefully, be disposed of in a proper place later; the wreckage Kimmy and Selina laid upon the ladies’ room yesterday made places to go when one NEEDED to go a bit short.
 
Nevertheless, Jackie knew exactly what was coming up.
 
“Ooh! Speaking of GAS…”, Jackie cooed.
“I think I’m feeling a BIG one coming on.”
 
Selina and Arasha could do little to prep themselves with their hands already on Jackie’s ass for what they knew was coming next.
 
The foulest fart Jackie’s ass had released that day spewed forty from between her thick
 
The hallway around them shook, their hair blew back as if they were standing in the center of a tornado…
 
A blast like that would’ve been a PERFECT fit for the face of a former mother of four, the rest of the woman’s family padding the very ass said mother would be trapped underneath before being mercilessly devoured by it, just like her sons and daughters before her.
 
God, that was a fun Saturday…
 
Much to Jackie’s surprise, however, not only did her co-workers seem to take her ass gas in stride, but they met it with some miniature blasts of their own.
 
Well, “miniature” in a figurative sense; to most, the burp that Selina-
 
*EURP*
 
-ed out from under her mask and the crude-
 
*BRRT*
 
-blowing out of Arasha’s ass would’ve probably been cause to see a doctor, but to their pred bodies, it was only a natural sigh of digestion/getting hungry.
 
As if that wasn’t impressive to Jackie enough, it actually seemed that the gas coming out of Arasha’s behind might just be doing more physical damage to the building than Jackie’s, peeling the paint on the hallways nearly the second the fart cloud (tinted a slightly darker shade of green, as well) touched its surface.
 
Gas that actually made preds who breathed it in gassier?
 
Now THAT was a level of toxic even Jackie was surprised by.
 
“Oh, that’s disgusting.”, Arasha groaned.
 
“Not bad, girls; not bad!”, Jackie said before winking.
“I can do you one better, though. Hnngh!”
 
Jackie forced out another fart from between her cheeks; definitely more powerful than most of the rest had been, but compared to the last one, it paled in comparison.
 
Plus Selina and Arasha were beginning to grow numb to the feeling at this point.
 
“Is it just me…”, Selina said with a huff.
“Or is her ass getting- *BEURP* -bigger the longer we keep doing this?”
 
“Oh, for sure.”, Arasha said, the energy gone from her voice, as well.
“At least she’s not the only one.”
 
The Indian-American let loose a drawn out-
 
*BUUOORRP*
 
-inside her mask, the green haze around her face parting partially before invading her head once the gas stopped.
 
Regardless of her condition, it was clear Arasha’s body was taking her prey exceedingly well, not only digesting enough of the poor bastard to release as much gas as she was, but
 
With every useless step forward, more and more of Arasha’s ass began to bounce underneath her pants, the fabric becoming noticeably tighter around her thick Indian cheeks (along with the usual thickening of her bone-crushing thighs and the widening of her man-devouring hips.)
 
“Holy shi-“, Selina began to say before she, too, let out her own muffled-
 
*UURP*
 
-in return.
 
“Yeah, the ba- *UORP* -Ugh, the baggy pants help.”, Arasha replied.
“You look like you’re getting pretty big too, huh?”
 
Admittedly, it’d been a while since Selina had actually looked down any further than her hands while working on the ass task at hand; reminding herself that she was currently waist deep in a makeshift bog of bowel breezes wasn’t exactly the most motivating thing in the world.
 
Nevertheless, she looked down and-
 
Holy Jesus; her boobs were humongous.
 
Sure, her bra was fitting pretty tightly this morning (as per usual for the last couple days; weird), but this was something else.
 
Each breast was now bulging out against the straps of the poor grey tank top she chose to wear today, the tips of both melons of flesh dampening the fabric of her top as they simply OOZED with fresh, warm milk BEGGING to be squeezed out.
 
Not only had her chest gained a bit of weight, but looking across the rest of her body, Selina’s eyes widened upon seeing that she’d gone from “chubby” to straight up “BBW” territory within the last hour or so.
 
Her pudgy stomach had grown out of her shirt and begun hanging ever so slightly over her crotch, a stray imprint of a hand popping up from beneath its surface every now and then reminding her that the folks currently weighing her down still had a bit of fight left in them [unfortunately.]
 
As if to catch up with the rest of her curves, her ass had started to outgrow her clothes as well, the tops of her butt cheeks peeking out above the hem of her pants; not as much as Jackie’s was, of course, but all that junk in her trunk was absolutely going to be a problem for her pants later today.
 
It WAS definitely going to be getting bigger, after all.
 
As she was looking down though, something else caught her attention.
 
A slight… jiggle in her curves; the first not synced to her footsteps since she’d started.
 
Not only on her, but on Jackie and Arasha as well.
 
“You feel that?”, Selina asked as she continued to jiggle.
 
“Yeah…”, Arasha said in realization.
 
“Wasn’t me.”, Jackie said before releasing a comparatively small-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
All three women stopped for a moment and focused on the building around them, their gurgling guts the only sound accompanying the silence brought on by a loud, oddly familiar sound spawned from somewhere else in the building.
 
“Courtney.”, Arasha and Jackie said in synchrony.
 
Selina widened her eyes in amazement; she’d seen the clips of the buxom blonde burping up a storm online (in prep for taking this job), but THIS?!
 
“THAT’S Courtney?”, she said in amazement.
 
“Yup.”, Arasha replied.
“Courtney LOVES saving up real big ones for the guys she has for lunch, just so she can-“
 
Unfortunately for Selina, Arasha’s explanation was cut off by yet another-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-from Jackie, this one blowing her hair to the side as it crept into her mask and, unfortunately, straight down her throat.
 
“Ugh! God DAMN it; do you mind?!”, Arasha said in-between coughs.
 
“I mean, I WOULD say I’m sorry for getting that straight in your face, but you mentioned lunch, which made me hungry, so…”, Jackie said before pausing in faux thought.
“Sorry not sorry!”
 
Before tensions could rise any more than they already have (probably thanks to the lack of oxygen,) Jackie’s theory about “losing weight” was proven true; much to her surprise, her bottom-heavy body went falling forward into the break room, with Arasha and Selina in tow quickly falling to either side of her wide, wide hips.
 
The two girls coughed upon hitting the floor, peeling off their face masks as they were finally greeted with the first dose of fresh air they’d had in nearly ten minutes.
 
Now facing her front, Selina was rather taken aback by the decent curves Jackie carried on her top half; a couple breasts the size of grapefruits rested atop a pretty fat gut, the feint outline of a skull bulging out from underneath the tight red fabric that made up her shirt a definite sign as to where those curves had come from.
 
Well, as if the ass propping her up like a beanbag chair wasn’t already enough of one.
 
*GRROOOAAAAN*
 
Speaking of Jackie’s ass, it seemed as though the Black girl’s stomach thought it could use some more padding.
 
“Damn! Alright!”, Jackie said in playful surprise.
“Time to get me some THIRDS!”
 
With little more thought put into it than that, the bottom heavy behemoth leaned over and grabbed Arasha by a lock of her long, black hair.
 
Something Arasha, obviously, didn’t take kindly to.
 
“Hey, hey, hey!”, the Desi girl yelled in protest.
“Hands off the hair, fat ass-“
 
Seconds after realizing her mistake, Arasha clamped her hands over her mouth before she could finish her sentence.
 
By then, though, it was already too late.
 
“Did you just call me a fat ass?”, Jackie asked, her fist at the top of her exceedingly wide hip as she waited for a response.
 
“No.”, Arasha said quickly, only to be met by a slow but steady pull of her hair towards Jackie’s now open mouth, at which point she panicked.
“I mean yes! Yes, I did! Please don’t eat me.”
 
“Aw!”, Jackie cooed before pulling Arasha in for a crushing hug.
“Why, thank you!”
 
“Well, god DAMN! You’re getting quite the fat ass yourself, girl!”, Jackie said in approval.
“Making me hungry again just LOOKING at it…”
 
“Heheh! Yup! I sure am.”, Arasha laughed nervously.
“Pretty cool, ha ha!”
 
Another earthquaking belch rang through the building, drawing Selina’s attention once more.
 
“So Courtney, huh?”, she asked.
 
“Oh, yeah. She’s WAY worse.”, Arasha replied.
“Gas CITY with that girl.”
 
“I dunno.”, Jackie said with a shrug.
“I kinda like her.”
 
Arasha put her hand to her forehead.
 
“Of course, you do.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Five: Courtney Miller
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
The daily march to the break room was especially hard for Selina today, the four whole people shifting about in the miniature girl’s gut making the trek all the more obnoxious.
 
This was the last time she ordered a barbershop quartet to eat by herself… at least for a little while.
 
Nevertheless, she sat down with a huff on the very abused couch beside the fridge, the poor thing letting out pitiful squeals of broken springs and tearing fabric as the stuffed shortstack that was Selina let loose a loud-
 
*EURP*
 
-as if to announce her recent binge to anyone within earshot.
 
“God, these guys are giving me trouble.”, the Latina groaned to herself as she angrily slapped her belly.
“What’s a girl gotta do around here just to make some bi- *URP* -itches digest?”
 
Despite her question was very much asked to no one in particular, it was inexplicably answered with a loud-
 
*BEUURRRP*
 
-only a foot away from Selina’s ear.
 
Selina turned to see what the cause of the noise was, only to find the cause of the minor earthquake from yesterday sitting right beside her…
 
Courtney Miller.
 
Looking her down, it was easy to see why the internet as a whole tended to fall so hard for her: blonde hair, perfect skin, and of course, melon-sized breasts currently getting bigger by the second despite having the milk being sucked right out of them by the office break room’s designated “lactation station”.
 
Guess that was what happened when even your prey fawned over your tits; even in death.
 
“Been there, girl.”, Courtney said with a slap to the surface of her yoga ball-sized belly.
“Been there TOO many times…”
 
“Right…”, Selina replied awkwardly.
“So how’ve you been holding up?”
 
“Oh, I’m fine! It’s just… something I ate. Or someONE, obviously.”, explained the blonde.
“Don’t remember who they are- or, WERE but they are seriously blocking me up BAD. Like, REAL bad.”
 
Courtney emphasized her words with another powerful-
 
*BUURRP*
 
-being released from between her lips, confusing Selina as to what she meant.
 
“Are you sure?”, Selina asked.
“You still sound… relatively normal.”
 
“Thanks, but I usually do way bigger.”, Courtney said with a sign before leaning back and placing a fist atop her stomach.
“Fuck! I need to stand up.”
 
Much to Selina’s surprise, Courtney was able to do just that with relative ease (with her being as stuffed as she was, Selina would’ve guessed it’d take a lot more work), showing off the white sweater wrapped around her waist and JUST above her bubbly fat backside.
 
Just in case anyone looking wasn’t getting THAT good a view of Courtney’s most prized possession, one needn’t worry; the design of the sweatshirt hanging off of her drove the point home quite well, only consisting of a simple target the words “YOUR FACE HERE” etched above and beneath it just for emphasis.
 
“Made your ass pretty fat, though-“, Selina said before Courtney cut her off.
 
“I wouldn’t stand- er, sit there if I were you!”, exclaimed the blonde, turning around and wrapping the tubes attached to the milking machine around her body as she did so.
“Wouldn’t want the bomb going so close to your fa- *URP* -ace.”
 
“Huh; alright.”, Selina replied.
“Good on you for having standards.”
 
“I mean…”, Courtney said with a shrug.
“It would be KINDA fun, but you’d also be a lot less fun to eat if you were dead, y’know? Like, BEFORE I ate you?”
 
“Uh huh…”, Selina said in agreement.
“And you DO mean other people, right? When you were talking about farting on my face, you didn’t actually mean ME, right?”
 
Selina’s question was met with silence, a gurgling within Courtney’s stomach seemingly answering for her.
 
“Courtney?”, Selina asked again.
 
With a scene ramping of concentration, Courtney finally managed to get a bit of gas out; a pathetic poot that puttered out of her ass with little reason for fanfare.
 
“Fuck! I can’t think straight.”, Courtney said in anger.
“Just gotta get this burp out of me BAD. Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have had Gree- *UURRP* yesterday…”
 
As strange as it sounded that Courtney may have had regular, non-living-and-breathing food within the last twenty-four hours, whatever it was that was giving her stomach issues obviously took a bit more precedence.
 
“Here.”, Selina said as she lifted herself off of the couch.
“Lemme see if I just can’t…”
 
“Oop! No.”, Courtney yelled in protest.
“Wait wait wait wait!”
 
Before Courtney could stop her, Selina’s gut mashed into hers, the twin balls of flesh pressing against one another as Courtney took on a face that seemed like she was about ready to burst.
 
Eyes crossed and everything.
 
“Courtney?”, Selina asked as her coworker’s stomach gurgled.
“Courtney?”
 
Instead of answering directly, a rancid green gale blew out of the blonde’s butt with the force of a fire hose, knocking down a few things on the countertop behind her as it forced its way out of her ass.
 
Courtney felt as though she were grinding her teeth down to the skull, how much she was pressing them against each other; not every day she got to let out a fart of THIS caliber.
 
Maybe every week.
 
After a bit, the bowel breeze slowed down, puttering away as Courtney’s sweatshirt finally came to rest back upon the blonde girl’s butt as if it hadn’t nearly just flown away.
 
“Woah.”, Selina said in surprise, unintentionally leaning her gut in closer.
 
“That’s not it.”, Courtney said through gritted teeth, the pressure on her stomach becoming harder and harder to bare.
“Cover your ears.”
 
“What?”, Selina asked.
 
“Just do it”., Courtney replied, trying to keep her mouth closed as she did so.
 
With memories of yesterday suddenly flooding back into her brain, Selina covered her ears and ducked as best she could.
 
Never been at the epicenter of an earthquake before.
 
From out of Courtney’s mouth, a torrent of clothes came bursting out alongside grotesque winds as strong as a hurricane, each moment of it tainted the foul stench of a day’s worth of “food” (people) that’d been stewing away in the blonde’s gut the whole day.
 
Lucky for Selina, Courtney still had enough sense about her to aim her face more towards her steadily deflating stomach; lord knows Selina might not have much of a face left if she caught this blast head on.
 
She did catch a half-digested apron directly in the face, though; the humorous “Kiss Me, I’m GREEK” on the front of the blue fabric, fortunately, did little to sullen her luck.
 
For almost a minute, Courtney burped, the force of her belch rattling the walls around her before, finally, it began to reach a decently human pitch before stopping entirely.
 
Unsurprisingly, a burst of gas like that did WONDERS for her formerly backed up stomach, clearing up space in her now mildly pudgy gut and diverting most of her prey’s excess calories to where they would’ve gone via more normal means: her boobs and her butt.
 
“Whew! Oh my God…”, Courtney said, obviously short of breath.
“Man, that one felt good. Oh! Thanks, Selina. I don’t know how I could’ve done-“
 
Before the blonde could finish her sentence, Selina leaned her prey-heavy gut against Courtney before blowing a loud-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-directly into Courtney’s face, splattering her face with spit as her hair was blown back in the wind and her senses were assaulted by the noxious fumes formerly curled within Selina’s stomach.
 
For only a few seconds, Selina held the belch (child’s play for Courtney ok most days); coming down from her temporary high though, Selina had much better recovery.
 
“Oh my God! Courtney, I’m so sorry!”, she said in apology.
“That was SO unprofessional of me! Let me just-“
 
“No, no.”, a stunned Courtney interrupted.
“You earned that one.”
 
With both women in the room now back to their usual selves, Selina looked down and was rather shocked at what she saw.
 
Not only were her tits rivaling that of Courtney’s, but her still bloated stomach seemed to make for the room that Courtney’s had left behind, allowing the blonde girl’s breasts to rest on top of them as she puzzled what had just gone down.
 
Courtney gave her superior a few pats on the back, forcing another crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-out of Selina’s mouth.
 
“Good job.”
 
With that, Courtney undid the cups around her breasts, dropped them to the ground and hobbled away, the smeared “EAT ASS” written in market across her ass only getting smeared somewhat as she haphazardly tried to readjust her stressed jeans over her bubble butt.
 
Selina stood in amazement at what she’d just done, her body’s steady digestion of the four men inside of her going completely over her head.
 
This wasn’t just ANY pred girl that had given her a compliment.
 
This was Courtney Miller!
 
This was a woman who’d spent the last five years of her life building a reputation as one of the gassiest, curviest, most gorgeous YouTubers on the site, and for her to give Selina a pass for burping in her face?
 
The cogs began to turn in Selina’s mind, her stomach working JUST a little bit faster as it became infused with adrenaline.
 
Maybe it was Courtney’s compliment, maybe it was her melon-sized breasts steadily swelling up underneath her shirt, but the confidence currently flowing through Selina’s veins at the moment was the closest she’d gotten to feeling like a supervillain since she was a kid.
 
And, after a bit of thinking, Selina realized she knew JUST the place to vent all that pent up energy…
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Six: DIY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Another day, another afternoon spent lounging away in the break room steadily digesting only this time the [relative] tranquility was broken by Arasha, who slid past the door and fell to the floor in an attempt to stop her sprint, getting everyone’s attention in the process.
 
“Guys! Guys.”, she said, out of breath.
“The milk in the lobby fridge is gone.”
 
“What? No way!”, Olivia said in disbelief.
 
“Uh, YEAH way.”, Arasha replied.
 
Whilst all the chaos was going on, the two biggest gluttons in the building (Courtney and Amanda) were doing what they did best; sit down on top of their very abused couch and get fatter and fatter.
 
While Courtney was currently topping what was left of her meal off with a bit of her own breast milk, Amanda was busy letting her own “girls” do the milk work for her, each breast grown to outrageous proportions as the prey within each one floundered and struggled uselessly about.
 
“Oh, yeah. Just kick a little harder for me, baby.”, she said to herself, a single punch from inside her breasts only stimulating her further.
“Ooh! That one was nice…”
 
“Amanda!”, Jackie yelled.
 
“Mmm, what?”, the Amazon replied, coming back to (somewhat.)
 
“Arasha said the milk’s gone.”, Olivia replied.
“Whatever that means.”
 
“I mean it’s gone!”, Arasha said with emphasis.
“Like, GONE gone.”
 
“Bitch, it is not gone. Okay?”, Amanda interjected, an extra hint of sass in her voice.
“Have you seen me? Have you seen Courtney?”
 
Courtney took a moment to kindly wave at Arasha before going back to greedily sucking her own tit.
 
“These two girls right here?”, continued Amanda, pointing her finger towards herself and her couch mate.
“Milk for days. Alright?”
 
“But I-“, Arasha said in disbelief before Amanda interrupted again.
 
“I know you’re new here, but trust me.”, Amanda continued, pointing to her own overstuffed breasts this time.
“If my ladies are eating like this, we’re good to go.”
 
“Oh…”, Arasha groaned.
“Will you just come look? Please?”
 
“I wasn’t convinced before, but you got me with the please.”, Kimmy said with a finger wag before getting up from her chair and following Arasha out of the room.
 
“Burns calories.”, Jackie said with a shrug.
 
“What? Jackie, what calories are you burning?”, Amanda asked in disbelief.
“The fridge is literally right down the hall.”
 
“So?”, Jackie replied.
“Gotta keep this ass fitting IN this hallway, don’t I?”
 
At that, Jackie and Olivia decided to follow Kimmy down the hall, but not before an awkward shuffle from Jackie in order to fit her fat ass out the door; usual routine, to be honest.
 
Now alone in the break room, Amanda and Courtney took a brief glance at each other before looking back to the door.
 
“You think she’s being serious?”, Courtney asked.
 
“Doubt it, but I guess we can always humor her.”, amanda replied as she gathered her breasts up in her arms and heaved herself off of the couch.
 
“There’s no way she’s right about that.”,
 
~~~
 
“Oh my God; you are absolutely right about that.”, Amanda said in disbelief.
 
The girls stood huddled in front of the fridge, all simply stunned at seeing the wrecked state at which the appliance was in.
 
Even in their most hedonistic throes of gluttony, there’d always been someone’s milk that never quite adjusted to someone else’s palette.
 
From Courtney’s milk (usually tinted with a mild chai flavor) to Amanda’s (so rich and creamy, it nearly doubled as a soup), so for all of it to be gone like this?
 
Something had certainly gone awry at the workplace.
 
“I told you!”, Arasha exclaimed.
 
“Well… alright!”, Amanda followed.
“Where’d it all go?”
 
“Maybe somebody drank all of it cause they wanted a bigger chest.”, Kimmy suggested.
 
Without saying a word, the other girls of the group shifted their eyes to Olivia, who looked back at the rest of them in confusion.
 
“Why are you looking at me?”, she asked.
 
“No reason.”, Amanda replied.
 
While the minds of the six girls became wracked with ideas as to who was responsible, a quick-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from the other side of the lobby gave them their answer.
 
They all turned and gasped.
 
“Oh my God…”, Jackie said in disbelief.
 
In the corner of the room stood Selina, her stomach stuffed to the brim not just with people (their muffled cries for help and flailing limbs just barely visible under the surface of her skin), but every drop of milk that’d been in the fridge.
 
“Selina?”, Courtney asked.
“Did you drink ALL of the milk that we had in the fridge?”
 
“Mmm, maybe.”, Selina said with a hint of playful sass in her voice.
“Always did get kinda thirsty on my lunch breaks.”
 
Not the reaction the girls were expecting, for sure.
 
“Oop! Almost forgot.”, Selina said in realization.
“Anyone feel like having some of my leftovers?”
 
Selina shifted her bloated body around, showing off not only her bare ass directly to her coworkers, but also the panicked face of a pizza delivery girl stuffed within that bare ass for all to see.
 
Selina’s hands sunk gently into the plush fat of her ass as she spread her cheeks to show off her catch, not that she needed to, of course; the worried head of the brace-faced delivery girl would’ve been more than enough to keep her ass at bay, but, to be honest, it just felt right doing it like this.
 
More showy that way.
 
“Was thinking of pulling her in, like, THIRTY minutes ago, but I think I’ve got just a LITTLE too much stuff in my gut already.”, Selina said sarcastically.
“Anyone feel like taking her from me?”
 
The rest of the girls simply stood and blinked in amazement, too stunned to even think up a witty comeback.
 
“No? Alright…”, Selina said with a shrug.
“More for me.”
 
With one last nervous look towards the half dozen women staring back at her, the poor girl’s face steadily vanished from view before disappearing completely with a clap of Selina’s butt cheeks, her muffled screams starting the moment her body began to snake through the Latina’s intestines and towards her final destination.
 
“Ooh, that feels good!”, Selina cooed before simply walking away.
“Don’t forget your break ends in ten minutes, Amanda! Wouldn’t want to end up like Pizza Girl, HA!”
 
As much as she would’ve LOVED to get riled up and churn a confident a pred smaller than her into next week, Amanda was merely left with a stunned expression on her face.
 
Along with everyone else, of course.
 
“Although…”, Selina said as she stopped in her tracks and slowly waltzed back towards the girls.
“I WOULD be open for a little… discussion on the matter… Amanda?”
 
“Uh huh?”, the tall girl replied.
 
“Do you think that maybe, JUST maybe…”, Selina continued.
“I could get a little sip from you right from the source? WITHOUT winding up as your next cup size?”
 
“Uh… okay…”, Amanda replied, lifting her arms up and letting her tits nearly bring the rest of her down to the floor.
“They’re all yours, I guess.”
 
“Oh! Why, THANK you, Amanda!”, Selina said in feigned surprise.
“So nice…”
 
With little more warning than that, Selina did the unthinkable and began to drink straight from the chest of the bustiest girl in the office, each gulp sending bone after bone of Amanda’s fresh prey into Selina’s steadily inflating stomach as if they were nothing more than garnish.
 
“Am I the only getting kinda turned on right now?”, Arasha whispered to a stunned Courtney, who looked back for only a second before turning her eyes back to the show.
 
Much to the mild disappointment of everyone watching, the virulent chugging of Selina from Amanda’s breast came to an abrupt stop upon some big… object “clogging up the pipes”, so to say.
 
With a bit of force (and both hands now clinging to one giant breast), Selina sucked hard enough to pull the object back out of Amanda’s boob and directly down her throat, giving her onlooking coworkers an excellent view of the intact skull traveling down her neck before disappearing behind her collarbone.
 
Selina let out a hum of enjoyment before taking her lips off Amanda’s breast, covering her mouth with her arm and letting out a playful-
 
*EURP*
 
-before spinning around and trotting away.
 
“Keep up the good work, ladies!”, she said with a wave.
“Especially you, Amanda!”
 
And with that, Selina was back to work, walking back to her desk to digest her lunch while the other preds at the office simply stood and stared in stunned confusion.
 
“I think I’m starting to like her.”, Courtney said in amazement.
 
“Same.”, every other girl replied in unison.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day Seven: Final Evaluation
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
“So?”, Lisa asked.
“How was your first week?”
 
Now, Lisa wasn’t stupid; she could tell that, even though it’d only been a few days since she’d had Selina sit down in her office, the woman sitting in front of her was VERY different than the one who did before.
 
The small girl’s ass, while fittingly tiny before, now looked just as squeezed into her seat as her own did, the small tears in Selina’s pants already oozing with fat.
 
Her gut, as well, had grown to match the brazen attitude she’d picked up from her coworkers in recent days; the exercise ball-sized stomach pressed up against Lisa’s desk, the muffled screams coming from within just about being drowned out by the quiet music playing on Lisa’s computer.
 
Even with that, though, there was one- nay, TWO curves that really managed to become the centers of attention.
 
Her boobs.
 
While she’d been a bit top heavy at the beginning of the week, Selina’s chest had ballooned out in a way only seen in Courtney and Amanda, and their boobs were like that NATURALLY.
 
Each caramel brown breast could’ve easily outsized a watermelon in heft, with the milk leaking out of them nearly constantly being sucked out, at this moment, by Kimmy and Olivia just out of view of their boss.
 
Feeding off of the beast that they helped to create; how ironic.
 
“I know this place can be hard for new- *BURP* -mmm, newcomers, excuse me…”, Lisa continued.
“But I heard that you’ve actually been getting along really well with the other ladies around here!”
 
Lisa leaned over her desk, reaching her hand out for a handshake.
 
“Welcome aboard!”, she said with a smile.
 
Selina leaned forward to meet Lisa’s shake, but not before a coo of pleasure brought both her and Lisa’s attention down to what the OTHER people in the room were up to.
 
Even for as clownish as this office got sometimes, what Kimmy and Olivia were doing was still… a lot.
 
“Have you guys been down there the whole time?”, asked Lisa.
 
Kimmy took a break from her chugging to answer Lisa’s question with a muffled “Mm hmm.” and a nod; with a loud gulp and a loud-
 
*BEURP*
 
-exploding out of her mouth, the soon-to-be-married woman explained a bit further.
 
“You want some?”, she asked, pointing to the breast beside her head still leaking milk like a fountain onto the floor.
“It’s REALLY good.”
 
“I’ll pass.”, Lisa replied dismissively.
 
Kimmy shrugged her shoulders.
 
“Suit yourself.”, she said before going back in, immediately being coaxed by the sweet, cinnamony flavor all over again.
 
Lisa looked back up into Selina’s eyes, who looked back into hers with a surprisingly confident expression for someone being suckled by two experienced predators.
 
“Oh my God.”, Lisa said in realization.
 
At this point, there was no letting Selina go without giving her the job; letting a pred like her back out onto the streets of L.A. would’ve been a pain in the ass for Lisa’s OWN higher-ups to deal with, and with the threat of getting shoved UP said higher-ups’ asses should she make that big of a fuck up, Lisa figured she had no choice.
 
“Welcome aboard.”, the older woman said with a groan.
 
A smile spread across Selina’s face as she reached out to shake Lisa’s hand, all but confirming she’d be at the office to stay.
 
An errant thought floated through her brain; a memory to a thought she had only a few days ago…
 
The idea that one’s life could change in this town as easy as one swallowed a woman-
 
No; that wasn’t it.
 
That fortune would come along with the weight you ga-
 
No; that wasn’t it either.
 
Whatever the case, it was clear to anyone with eyes that the formerly timid Selina was as good as gone in only a week’s time, what remained of the nerdy, tech savvy aerial yoga instructor was now nothing but a domineering eating machine, just like the rest of ‘em.
 
And she was loving every second of it.