A problematic cupcake
 
 
It was a rainy night, and the sound of the raindrops had soothed the girl to sleep. Snoring as she laid on her belly on a comfortable bed, the bikini-clad woman didn’t even suspect the pair of eyes that hungrily coveted her.
 
 
 
Having managed to break into her house after stalking her for a relatively short period, the creep softly entered the woman’s room, careful not to make any loud sound that might wake his sleeping victim. The creep noticed that the lower part of her body was covered by blankets, but the sheer height of that fabric-covered mound was suggestive enough. Her silky black twin tails looked so smooth that the stalker had to restrain himself from stroking the girl’s hair.
 
 
 
Instead, he remembered that he brought his expensive camera with him to remember the crime he was about to commit and used it to take photos of that sleeping goddess in several different positions and perspectives. That woman was attractive beyond words, a beautiful creature indeed. Her photos would surely keep the creep company during lonely nights.
 
 
 
With bated breath and filled with almost unbearable anticipation, the creep carefully removed the blankets from the sleeper. A mammoth mountain of dark meat was revealed, covered only by black panties way too small for the woman. This gigantic sized butt was even bigger than what the creep expected, but what really caught him off guard was a big tattoo in one of her as cheeks, for it showed a tasty-looking cupcake.
 
 
 
Now that was just asking for it! The creep’s mouth began to water beyond his control, and at the sight of those teasing twin-planets, his stomach grumbled loudly in pained hunger, as if it was demanding or even begging it’s owner to fill it with all that meat at once.
 
 
 
But suddenly, a no longer sleeping girl turned her face to the creep, making him freeze. Her expression went from drowsy to terrified in slow-motion in his eyes.
 
 
 
“Who the fuck are yUH!” The scared girl was interrupted by a blow to the head that sent her out cold instantly. The creep put the weapon of the crime (the girl’s own bedside lamp) back on it’s place and sighed in relief.
 
 
 
He was surprised and perhaps he reacted a bit too wildly, but in the end, it worked out for him, since his victim was unable to run away or do anything unpredictable. Besides, now he had some free time to enjoy her…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The creep wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked proudly at the result of his job: the still unconscious woman lying on a couch opposite to her bed, tightly tied with strong ropes the creep always carried when he was out stalking or invading. But boy, was she heavy! Nothing too hard for the creep, whose years of experience doing this type of stuff (plus a diet rich in protein…) made him quite strong, but still it took some effort to carry her out of the bed.
 
 
 
At least now he could have his spoils of victory. The creep squatted near the girl’s fine and juicy ass and started licking and chewing it enthusiastically, giving special attention to the buttock with the cupcake tattoo. He enjoyed this display for some time until the cupcake girl woke up with a wet and warm sensation on her backside. She tried to remember what happened and why her head hurt, then she noticed that she was bound. A single look at the creep brought those awful memories back to her mind, and she gasped loudly.
 
 
 
“Oh, sleeping beauty woke up!” The invader said, casually. “I was waiting for that.”
 
 
 
“What do you want?! Sex?”
 
 
 
“That would be great indeed, but I’m way too hungry for that. No, what I want is simple: to have you for dinner!” The stalker smiled when he saw the terror in his victim’s face upon hearing those words. It never got old!
 
 
 
“W-What? You mean, eat me?!”
 
 
 
“Of course! That’s why I was tasting you! I could have eaten you in your sleep, but I like to allow my meals to know what’s going to happen to them before I do so.” The creep started taking off his shirt, and at the sight of his flabby belly and plump torso, the cupcake girl wondered if that wasn’t the result of previous crimes.
 
 
 
“Y-You sadistic piece of shit!” The girl trembled from anger and fear. “That’s inhuman! Besides, eating me would be a waste of my body!”
 
 
 
“That’s the wrong mindset, sweetie. I’d rather say that it would be…putting your body to good use,” He licked his lips, with a look of burning hunger on his face. “Now let’s go straight to the point, I’ve been waiting too long to dig in!”
 
 
 
“W-Wait!” The cupcake girl screamed, making the creep stop. Her brain had just come up with a desperate plan to survive. “I know other women whose asses are just as good as mine! No, some of them are even better! Wouldn’t you want to eat them?!”
 
 
 
“Huh? Of course I would! But where are you getting at…”
 
 
 
“Well, I could tell you their identities, but that won’t happen if you eat me! Won’t happen at all! So let’s make a deal.”
 
 
 
“I’m listening.”
 
 
 
“I’ll tell you who they are, but only if you let me go unharmed. They’re way better meals than me, I promise! You won’t even mind sparing my life.”
 
 
 
“Don’t you feel bad sacrificing them to save yourself?” The creep smirked.
 
 
 
“Hell no! Screw them! I’m happy enough to fill your gut with their asses if that’s the price for freedom!”
 
 
 
“Heh, I like you! It would really be a waste to eat a girl with such a strong personality! Give me their names and you’re free!”
 
 
 
The cupcake girl was so thrilled by the fact that her desperate plan worked that she didn’t even suspect the criminal. She started listing the names of the women she intended to use as scapegoats as the creep listened with close attention, nodding at each name.
 
 
 
“Thank you, I’ll remember them. They’re as good as food now, and all thanks to you. You deserve your reward.”
 
 
 
“Did I do good? Are you going to untie me now? Please, be quick, it’s starting to really bother me!”
 
 
 
The creep lifted her up, smiling in a way that made her think that he was about to remove the ropes and be on his way. Instead, the invader said:
 
 
 
“Sorry babe, but I’m still craving that jumbo-sized chocolate cupcake,” Having said that, the creep gobbled up her head before she could process his betrayal.
 
 
 
Muffled screams, alongside pleas and curses, came out of his throat, but weren’t his. He kept pushing her down undisturbed by her cries, holding her body beneath the armpits. He kept swallowing and swallowing, getting pass her shoulders and being forced to hold her by the hips now.
 
 
 
She really was a bit heavy, but all the women he ate were. Her boobs were big, but nothing astounding; still, they tasted good and were soft as they went down his throat, and he kept pushing and pushing, swallowing her torso and immobile arms until he reached the region where her hips began widening.
 
 
 
Now, it was time for the main course and real challenge. Inside the creep, the cupcake girl’s head had been forced to pass through the tight lower esophageal sphincter and was facing the stomach with all it’s acids and nauseous fumes. She was waiting for her fall at any minute, but quickly noticed that she wasn’t descending anymore. Her ingestion had come to a halt, and she could feel the predator’s mouth on her hips.
 
 
 
“You stupid son of a bitch!” Her vindictive laugh echoed through the creep’s insides. “All that obsession with my ass only for it to get stuck! Well, I hope you choke on it, you bastard!”
 
 
 
But she had no reason to celebrate, for after this brief pause, the creep’s hands grabbed her strongly by the soft and massive buttocks and his jaws began to expand just like a snake’s to engulf her chocolate ass, his hands pushing and forcing it to fit. The pervert began moaning from the pleasure of her taste and the woman’s laughter turned into crying. The creep was quite the sight to behold with a tattooed ass sticking out of his mouth, HER cheeks imprinted against HIS squirrel-like cheeks. The tasting he gave that ass before was a good prequel, but did not do it justice: having all of it in his mouth was pure paradise.
 
 
 
He surely took his time enjoying that part of his meal’s anatomy, but eventually he swallowed it. The bulge went from his cheeks to his throat, and there it stayed for some time, round and massive, while he raised his head. This movement made her big thighs slowly slide down, the bulge of her ass descending his esophagus too. The rest of the cupcake girl’s body was passing the lower esophageal sphincter and now she screamed and cried in despair as her face was pressed against the wet and soft surface of the stomach.
 
 
 
The creep had to admit that those thighs were almost as good as that ass. He never had any that were so good before, and was happy with the fact that he didn't let this broad go free. Now THAT would’ve been a waste! Passing the thighs, the rest of her legs weren’t nearly as thick, and went down even more easily than the arms. Now the only thing left were her bare feet.
 
 
 
He gave them a good lick, making her toes tickle. Then, GULP! And they started descending his esophagus until they passed that lower sphincter and the cupcake girl’s entire body was deposited in that gastric prison. The creep looked down at this massive distended belly, proud and satisfied. The sight of the cupcake girl’s ass imprinted against the upper region of said belly (for she was still upside down) was quite and extra, and he lost no time slapping it through his own skin.
 
 
 
“Man, I can’t remember the last time I felt so full! Not even busty Asians make me feel like that! Guess big gluteus are more substantial than tits. Wait, shit, I feel something….BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!”
 
 
 
The creep's thunderous, hearty belch was so powerful that it made the bedroom windows shake, and the bedside lamp fall over. The entire neighborhood heard it, and one particular crone who lived right next to the cupcake girl started muttering about how women these days were all pigs with no manners.
 
 
 
The creep covered his mouth, slightly embarrassed but mostly surprised by the loudness and duration of that burp. It brought the taste of his prey’s ass back to his palate, but with a sour aftertaste that was also impregnated in the bedroom. The opened the windows to let some night air in, then took off the rest of his clothes and threw himself at the bed, making the mattress creak under his weight.
 
 
 
Finding a notebook and a pen in a drawer of the cupcake girl’s bedside table, the naked bloated freak started listing the names of the women he heard about from his victim and using the ass-bulge on his belly as support while he wrote. While rubbing his gut he also made careful notes, estimating how much time it would take to eat them all and when he would be able to begin, which took him more time than expected.
 
 
 
When he was almost finished, the creep felt something coming up his esophagus and a raunchy burp came out, expelling the ropes he had used to tie his prey, now slimy, smelly and half-digested. They were of no more use. He looked down at his stomach and heard a gurgle with morbid connotations, sounding like somebody’s last breath. The cupcake girl was still mostly solid, but digestion was going strong and besides, the creep had no reason to hurry. The girl lived alone, so he could take his time in her house, even sleeping in her bed if he so wished, or dumping her in her own toilet after his organism was done with it’s work.
 
 
 
He burped again, proudly releasing another acrid cloud, this time with a smaller hint of that delicious butt under it’s nastiness. He sighed and reclined on the bed, rubbing his warm belly with closed eyes while getting a hard on that pressed itself against the lower part of his gut, where his prey’s face probably was.
 
 
 
Paying careful attention to the loud and wet cacophony of digestion, he thought about the list he just made and started getting hungry again, even though his belly was stuffed to the brim with sexy girl-meat. It looked like he’d be busy for a while.