“BBRRAAAAAAPP!” You let out a massive rush of hot, heavy air as you hold your bloated stomach. Damn, that meal was worth it. Strangers from your local park are just… perfect. You look down, watching as they wriggle and squirm about, their curled up form outlined nigh-perfectly. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to masturbate. Those struggles feel amazing, but you don’t want to give everyone else at the park a show. Well, anymore of a show than they’ve already had anyways. You can still taste your prey’s juices from when you violated them on the way down.
  Holding your belly up a little to help you walk, you managed to waddle over to your car. Its not an easy task getting IN, you have to pull the seat all the way back. The drive is… interesting to say the least. Every kick, shove, buck, and shake serves to edge you a little closer to orgasm. Your prey’s cries is music to your ears. Its all you can do to stifle your own moans and keep your eyes on the road, but the occasional gasp escapes your lips. But, one short drive later, you barely manage to pull into the parking lot before you hit your first orgasm. You didn’t even touch yourself, your food’s muffled screams and thrashing movements did all the work for you. As you orgasm, you feel your gut pulsing and rippling as your entire body convulses, squeezing and kneading the lump of meat within. You hear a faint crunching noise at the peak of your orgasm, followed shortly after by a screech of pain. Hopefully there’s not a stain on your pants. Getting out, you hurry into your apartment before the next orgasm hits.
  Finally in your apartment, you throw off your clothes and flop onto the couch, prompting an extra loud “MMMMMPPHH!?” from your meal as their world shifts, and suddenly gravity is at a 90 degree angle from what it was before. You offer a small belch in response, before reaching your for sex. Your prey had stopped struggling for the moment, no doubt in serious pain from the first orgasm they brought you. But that didn’t mean YOU couldn’t give yourself another. And so you did, pleasuring yourself with one hand while groping your prey with the other, letting out soft moans as you did. You closed your eyes, remembering your meal’s flavor, their delectable squirms and protests. Soon, you came to a climax, you and your prey crying out in unison as another loud crunch emanates from your flexing midsection, although the two of you are screaming for very different reasons.
  Your lust finally satiated along with your hunger, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, the muffled sobbing coming from your gut serving as a gentle lullaby.
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  A few hours later, you wake up from your well-deserved nap, and inspect your belly. Giving it a few pokes and prods reveals it is quite sloshy, and there is no discernible form being outlined by your skin. It looks like the fun part of your meal is over, but you have chores to do anyways, so that probably for the best. You force yourself to get back up, and go about your day, letting your stomach do its work.