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Brother Bigger Than Any Other
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Louis had never considered himself to be an average guy.
 
He painted his nails every week, he did his lashes every day; heck, he even threw a little glitter in his hair every now and then just to give it that extra oomph.
 
All he was missing from his ideal image of the the perfect man was an ass, and not just any ass.
 
He wanted a big one.
 
Not as big as his pred friends at school, but big enough to make the other boys at school question their sexuality whenever they saw him walk by.
 
Or to bury the faces of his aforementioned pred friends in butt fat for shits and giggles.
 
Whichever came first.
 
Either way, he knew a caboose of that caliber wouldn’t just come from any conventional means of gaining weight
 
His sister’s friend Katie seemed like the perfect pick: pretty skinny (even for him)
 
His sister Tiesha.
 
Her, he sent up his ass; had a damn fun time doing it too, if he could say so himself.
 
On the other hand, while he wasn’t sure if it was BECAUSE he’d eaten her with his ass or if it was just plain genetics, it was safe to say that his plan on getting an ass worked a little bit TOO well.
 
“Damn it, stomach!”, he said aloud, a bit of extra flair present in his voice.
“I know I said I wanted my ass to be bigger than her’s, but did you really have to send the ENTIRETY of my sister there?!”
 
His basketball-sized belly grumbled back in response, still filled with plenty of sister slush to send directly to the one place it had BEEN sending her to: his lower half.
 
In maybe the last hour alone, Louis had gone from having a pretty standard boy booty to an absolute dump truck of an ass, each dark brown butt cheek easily outweighing his head as they filled with pounds upon pounds of wobbly fat lined with only the perfect amount of cellulite.
 
His hand sunk into his derrière as he touched it, his mind swearing that he could almost FEEL the damn thing getting bigger around his fingers with each passing second.
 
“Man…”, he said bitterly.
 
“Better hope Mom doesn’t add this much to it.”
 
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Country Fluff
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“God, I HATE that damn “Fancy Like” song. You know, the one by that Walker Hayes guy?”, Hayley said with a bit of disgust in her voice as she rubbed her hand over her gurgling stomach.
“Ugh! The worst…”
 
Her brother simply stood beside her in confusion; there’s no WAY she could be serious about this, right?
 
“Cool…”, he said aloud.
“But what does that have to do with you eating my girlfriend?”
 
Hayley huffed.
 
“I don’t know.”, she said with a sigh.
“I guess I just needed someone to vent to. Sorry, big bro-“
 
Hayley’s decently heartfelt apology was somewhat offset by the crude-
 
*BEURP*
 
-that blasted out from between her lips, her obese body jiggling ever so slightly as the last bits and pieces of her brother’s lover shifted out of her stomach and into her intestines to be shat out later.
 
Her brother put his hand to his head, embarrassed.
 
Maybe next time…
 
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Gassy Good Riddance
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You could hear a loud belch in the distance as you made your way upstairs towards Emily’s mom’s room.
 
You knew where it was since you two were going to be hanging out there after school today, but with Emily secluding herself to the bathroom, you figured she’d be a bit too busy dealing with other things to join you.
 
While it was a rather cozy room, you didn’t think too much about it as you made your way towards Emily’s mother’s computer and switched it on
 
Emily’s mother tended to use it just to make sure there wasn’t any funny business going on in the house whilst she was upstairs (the shower, included); while helicopter parents like her tended to be a little bit overbearing in their incessant care for their kids…
 
She might be a little bit justified seeing what was happening to her daughter right now.
 
The moment the camera switched on, it gave you a perfect view of Emily pushing down on her stomach in order to release a raucous-
 
*BEURP*
 
-from her chubby body, which proved to do little more than make the situation worse.
 
Even through the running water of the shower and the excessive gas barreling out of her body, though, Emily could still hear the monitor go off well enough to try talking to you through it.
 
“Dude, what the fu-“, she said before a guttural-
 
*UURRP*
 
-cut her off mid-swear.
“Why- Mmph!”
 
Emily sealed her mouth shut upon feeling this one, her cheeks puffing up almost immediately before a powerful-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-exploded from between her lips, making her eyes cross for a moment before standing back up and composing herself.
 
“Ugh!”, she groaned as she gasped for air before continuing.
“Why the he- *URP* -didn’t you tell me your si- *EURP* -ister would make me so gas- Hmph!”
 
A much lighter-
 
*EUURRRP*
 
-blew out of her mouth this time; still more than a woman her size would make in a day (much less a few seconds), but still, progress was progress.
 
“Gassy.”, Emily finished.
 
Truth be told, you weren’t sure how or why your sister was doing an absolute number on your best friend’s guts at the moment.
 
Emily seemed somewhat experienced in eating people (even if she didn’t do it every day like other preds did) and your sister seemed like just your average girl; “perfect pickings”, one would say.
 
Before you could answer your friend’s question (not that you even knew if you could through the monitor, of course), you watched as Emily clutched her stomach and let out another loud burp before dropping the big one.
 
The mother load.
 
After a couple seconds of loud gurgling, an earth-shaking-
 
*FRRRRRT*
 
-forced its way out of her ass like a steam train, fogging up the room MUCH faster than the actual shower was.
 
All you could do was simply sit and watch as Emily doubled over in a moment of pleasure and pain combined, her eyes crossing and her teeth not-so-subtly biting her lower lip before the flow finally stopped just as soon as it had arrived.
 
Emily panted for a bit, hoping to catch her breath.
 
“I freaking shit her out YESTERDAY, dude!”, she said desperately before yet another powerful fart blew out of her behind, this one a little bit weaker than the last but still enough to make her audibly moan into the monitor.
 
Before, of course, being cut off by a crude belch exiting her mouth at the same time.
 
You, meanwhile, simply sat and watched, unsure of what exactly to do this scenario.
 
Pepto-Bismol? No.
 
More prey?
 
Maybe…
 
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Karen in the Dunes
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Elizabeth was enjoying her day off on the beach, lying back on her towel and honing in on the waves crashing along the ocean’s border, when an errant-
 
“Hey you!”
 
-came from somewhere off in the distance.
 
Confused, she lifted herself up and lowered her sunglasses to look around, her head stopping in place once her eyes caught sight of the possible suspect of the noise: a brunette woman who looked to be in her early-to-mid-sixties, with long legs, a bulbous belly that hung just above her crotch, and a pretty big chest that appeared to have already destroyed the cow print bikini top she had on.
 
“Yeah, you with the big tits!”, she yelled again, pointing her finger at Elizabeth for emphasis.
“Why don’t you try covering up with something?”
 
The old woman patted her bloated stomach, licking her lips as she did so.
 
“Getting hungry just lookin’ at you…”, she added.
 
To say Elizabeth was confused would be an understatement.
 
Sure, she was showing off quite a bit in her bikini, but that old woman was showing off more than she was and then some!
 
Surely, it shouldn’t be THAT big of a problem, right?
 
“What?”, Elizabeth yelled back, genuinely puzzled by the whole confrontation.
 
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One hour later…
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“Damn kids these days…”, the older woman grumbled.
“Swear they’re TRYING to make me fatter…”
 
The old woman let out a meaty-
 
*EURP*
 
-as she clutched her doughy stomach, another bone-filled log of shit falling out of her ass and into the steadily building pile growing beneath her as she did so.
 
The poor girl formerly known as Elizabeth Barlow was hardly the first to fall victim to the busty Karen, as one could probably tell by the multitude of swim trunks and bikinis interwoven throughout the pile steadily being buried by Elizabeth right now, and knowing the old woman’s relentless attitude in regards to getting things her way…
 
She would almost certainly not be the last.
 
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Lady Gaga - The Edge of Glory
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It wasn’t every day that the acclaimed actress/singer Lady Gaga got to really treat herself without the press sticking their nose where it didn’t belong, but whenever she did, she always made sure to go all out.
 
And “going all out” was EXACTLY what she did with the staff and patronage of her local Korean restaurant, if the IMMENSE curves she’d gained in the last hour were anything to go by.
 
Her yoga ball-sized breasts bounced back and forth with the kick from the occasional prey banging about inside of them, desperately trying to avoid their fate as tit fat and gallons of bubbling boob milk.
 
Her stomach still churned loudly as it melted down its food, the thick, meaty chyme steadily building around its victims’ waists already aiding in digestion while also sending plenty of high grade, quality fat to her second most prized possession: her ass.
 
Said ass had dealt its fair share of death today, with the unlucky few forcefully shoved up the mountainous derrière getting a VERY intimate trip through Gaga’s intestines, their journey packed to the brim with prey LONG since digested and waiting to be shat out at just the right occasion, to make a statement relating back to her unabashed gluttony.
 
All this, however, paled in comparison to her true pride and joy, her coup de gras,
 
The four-foot-long penis that she dubbed her “little monster”.
 
The poor wait staff swallowed by that beast had been some of the first to go in tonight’s binge, their skeletal remains stewing about inside the singer’s yoga ball-sized balls and steadily leaking out of the cock’s hungry head into a puddle on the floor.
 
Under her stomach, her length remained hard and hankering, every futile kick of protest from the prey in her gut only making it crave more people to churn into singers’ seed.
 
Alone like she was, she stood like a goddess among men, and with as many people melting inside of her as there was, it was getting pretty damn hard not to FEEL divine, as well.
 
“DAMN, I love Korean food.”, Gaga said aloud.
“Almost as much as Korean food loves me.”
 
She gently stroked her hand across her ass, a smirk spreading across her face as she reached back and forced her hand back down on her backside with an audible-
 
*SMACK*
 
The greedy girl’s glutes jiggled like jello upon making slapped, faintly clapping against each other as Gaga laughed devilishly at her dinner’s expense.
 
Said evil laughter was stopped, however, by a strange grabbing feeling in the back of her throat; not a strange sensation for someone that ate as much food that actively didn’t want to be eaten as Gaga did, but still, a nuisance was a nuisance, so the titanic pred was more than surprised that said nuisance managed to force its way out of her mouth and reveal its true form:
 
A lone tentacle, no doubt belonging to the live octopus she’d chosen to eat as tonight’s appetizer; thing must’ve been so slimy, it managed to slip right past the impenetrable gates that were Lady Gaga’s lips with relative ease.
 
Disgusting.
 
The gluttonous singer mumbled something along the lines of-
 
“Motherfucker.”
 
-before clenching her throat and gulping the creature back down where it belonged.
 
She HATED the thought of what that thing might’ve done to her dick.
 
Just to establish her power over the creature, Gaga belted out a loud-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from between her pillowy lips, as much domineering and unladylike as the raucous, face-melting fart that was steadily brewing in her bowels at that very moment.
 
The perfect counter to an imperfect closer.
 
“Seafood, on the other hand…”, the singer grumbled, cracking her neck just to ensure she was at the top of her game when her next meal inevitably walked in.
 
She was going to LOVE dispensing this feeling of bitterness and spite towards her next meal.
 
Oh, how she loved it when they cower.
 
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Mom Needs Moms
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Muffled screams drowned out the TV in the other room as Rebecca let out a piggish-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
In only a few powerful swallows, the only other woman in the house was gone, now left a curvy form in her better’s stomach destined to be giving her captor a few extra cup sizes soon.
 
“Oh! Thank God.”, Rebecca said as she planted a hand atop the figure bulging out from underneath her skin tight sundress.
“I needed this today…”
 
As much as Rebecca would’ve loved to let this moment linger, the curvy form of her former rival at the P.T.A. massaging her insides as she did so, a sudden knock at the door brought her back to attention.
 
“Hey, mom?”, she heard her son ask through the other side of the door.
“Is Lucas’ mom still in there? He wants to go home but we can’t find her anywhere.”
 
Rebecca’s mind fizzled like pop rocks, unsure of how to handle this.
 
“Nope! Keep looking, sweetie!”, she said in a motherly tone but with a noticeable shake in her voice.
“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere, heheh…”
 
A small-
 
*URP*
 
-left Rebecca’s mouth before she hastily clenched her fist over her mouth.
 
Her eyes looked down at her stomach, the outline of her prey’s fearful face staring back up at her.
 
“Shit…”, she said through gritted teeth.
 
As much as she hated to admit it, “shit” was right; the only way she was getting that curvy mom out of her stomach was through her intestines (via shitting out what was left of her in a few hours, of course.)
 
Maybe she could just say she was pregnant!
 
That still worked on kids her son’s age, right?
 
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Susu_jpg - OK?
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Susanna let out a quiet cry of worry as her captor wheeled the chair she was bound to around, allowing Susanna to finally get a decent look of her abductor and the white bikini bottom that covered her lady bits (with a hand giving an “OK” signal adorning the top of said bottom.)
 
As it turned out, winning the special Tier 3 “Spend a Day with Susu” lottery Susu_jpg had set up in her Discord a few days ago wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
 
“Don’t let the panties fool you.”, the streamer said matter-of-factly.
“You are NOT gonna be OK when I unbirth you later.”
 
Susanna looked back up into Susu’s eyes as best she could, the wild amount of caramel-colored underboob peering out from under the streamer’s shirt serving as a massive distraction, along with the loud growl that emanated from Susu’s stomach after her words of warning.
 
This wasn’t going to go well.
 
~~~
Five minutes later…
~~~
 
Burning hot femcum flooded over Susanna’s face like syrup as she tried making one last look around Susu’s room before going under, but alas, the hungry insides of her captor’s vagina yanked her body deeper with one last tug, sealing her fate for good as Susu jokingly fanned off her fanny with her hand.
 
“Whew!”, the streamer exclaimed.
“Talk about a workout! I always forget how NOT friendly ladies’ hips are, getting shoved up there.”
 
Inside the streamer’s uterus, Susanna curled herself up into the fetal position and thought, hoping that someone, ANYONE would come to her aid via whatever means necessary.
 
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Five MORE minutes later…
~~~
 
Despite the act of unbirth being INCREDIBLY pleasureful to most preds, Susu let out little more than an exhale as Susanna’s seed-drenched bones fell to the ground with a clatter, said seed sizzling upon contact with open air.
 
Just a few minutes ago, she’d been an aspiring young business major eager to finally meet one of her idols; now, however, poor Susanna was left as nothing more than a pile of melted bones and a puddle of wet hot ejaculate in her favorite streamer’s backyard.
 
What a shame.
 
At the very least, said streamer seemed to take interest in at least one of those bones: Susanna’s skull, rolling it around on the ground with her foot for a bit before leaning over, picking it up and carrying it back inside.
 
Showing little regard for the former fan she’d just gotten the new headpiece from, Susu spit upon the bleached bone before wiping it off with the bottom of her t-shirt, making sure whatever pussy juice that was still covering the thing wouldn’t form a hardened glaze upon its surface later in the day.
 
Wouldn’t want it looking TOO out-of-place alongside the others, after all.
 
Kicking the door to her bedroom open, Susu sat her fat butt down in her streaming chair and threw her trophy across the room, easily making her target first try (after having it bounce off the wall with a solid *BANG,* of course.)
 
The target in question?
 
A plastic tub filled to the brim with skulls just like Susanna’s, the side of which had a long strip of tape with the words “Tier 3 Bitches” sloppily written across it.
 
Susu gave herself a congratulatory fist pump in making the shot.
 
Susanna simply looked back at her killer (or at least her skull did), her jawbone falling down the mountain of bones, out of the container and onto the floor.
 
Talk about a jaw-dropping experience.