Cynthia had turned her stream on, smiling as a vast number of her peons joined as soon as they received the notification. She was surprised, still, given how early in the morning it was, the sun was just rising. She had made quite the journey, and her body was covered in an alluring sheen of sweat. Cynthia was in an alleyway, still dark enough to hide her and tall enough buildings on either side to provide her with cover. It was no small feat to find such a spot, it had been a week since her last stream and the effects of the large meal were pronounced, she had been a gigantic ten feet tall then, now she was a downright divine fifteen feet in height. Her famous assets had grown proportionally with her, or disproportionately as she was known for. She sat leaning against a brick wall belonging to a warehouse, smiling into her custom streaming camera built for her new size, as she waited for the steady flow of new viewers to subside.
 
 
  She had deemed the number to be acceptable and began the show. “Hey guys! I know, I know, it’s so early, trust me I had to get up two hours ago and walk all the way over here for a special surprise for you guys. The most annoying part about eating as much as I do is having to go further and further away to get big meals.” She winked at the camera, then turned it, showing off the park across the street. “So I have this big surprise stream for y’all all planned out, but we need to wait for more people to show up first, I was too early it seemed. That’s no issue though, I’m sure we can keep each other entertained.”
 
 
  “So first thing’s first, I must apologize to all of you for not streaming in over a week. I was taking care of some personal stuff. That and I just haven’t been as satisfied with my meals lately. I have grown again and it takes too many tinies to satisfy my big old gut and it's hard to use the shrink ray at my size without breaking it. I just haven’t been motivated to use it, don’t worry, I’m still eating plenty though.” She laughed as she remembered this week's smorgasbord of full size people.
 
 
  “I have also been looking for a new place to stay, it’s just way too annoying to crawl around my own home. No luck so far though, so if you guys have any leads for a spot that can fit all this, send me a DM.” She looked up with a quizzical expression. “Let’s see, what else?” She looked down towards her voluptuous breasts. “Oh, how could I forget.” She paused to reach up and place the camera on the roof of the building opposite her, her arms easily reaching across the alley.
 
 
  The new vantage point offered a wonderful view of her perfect, giant, naked body, although there were evident changes since the last stream. Besides the fact that she was generally larger in every way, her body was also sporting a variety of new tattoos. “You guys like the new ink?” She asked as she stood up from the wall to offer a better view, two concave craters pressed into the brick by her colossal ass cheeks. She hefted her large bust towards the camera. Tattooed across the top of both breasts was the same word. “Heaven.” Accompanied by angels on either side of the text. She then let one breast fall free, jiggling as it impacted her stomach. She lifted the remaining one higher, showing another tattoo on the underside of her boob. This one simply said “Hell” with cartoon devils flanking it. A reference to one of Cynthia’s favorite methods of crushing runaway morsels.
 
 
  She let this tit fall too to join its twin. “It’s the same on the other one, took forever and I had to hold it for the guy. The tattoo shop didn’t have any heavy lifting equipment, figures.” She scoffed before framing with her hands another tattoo on her belly. This one was plain text, a label. “Purgatory.” She bit her lip as she massaged the area around the tattoo. “What can I say, your Goddess has to keep the divine theme going.” She then turned around and showed her massive buttocks to the camera. Each hand moving beneath their respective cheeks and lifting the heavy orbs with the use of only two fingers each. A casual demonstration of her herculean strength and the pose was sure to drive her viewership wild. Above the assets was a large tramp stamp that took up most of the small of her back, a sign that imitated a license plate that simply read, “2BIG4U.” A simple statement of truth.
 
 
  She gave a mighty slap to both cheeks, creating a rippling wave of adipose before turning around. “Do you guys love them? Because I sure do! Funny story actually, I had some famous celebrity tattoo artist do all of these in one session, which took like sixteen hours or something, right?” She picked the camera up and brought it so that her face dominated the view. “So this guy wanted to charge me something like twenty-five thousand dollars, ‘due to the dangers of working with someone my size’, like I would crush him or eat him or something.” She said with heavy air quotes and sarcasm. That’s chump change, but still, I am not going to get ripped off, and I had a counteroffer prepared.” She bit her lip at the memory
 
 
  “If he did all the tattoos in one session, I would let him fuck me.” The chat went wild at this. “I know, I know, lucky guy right, but here’s the thing, when you are as big as I am, sex with shorties like y’all is hard. Like, I was on my hands and knees and he needed a ladder to reach my pussy, and he was not small let me tell you. The height was one problem, these big old cheeks were another. He wasn’t strong enough to separate enough to get inside me. I made a deal and I was determined to hold up my end of the bargain, so I went to a nearby construction and took some of that big steel scaffolding in order to ‘part the sea’ for him, as it were. That is one thing I miss about being pathetically small, good dick.”
 
 
“It worked too. He had the absolute time of his life, he came I had no idea how many times. As much fun as it was for him, I didn’t really feel anything and I started to get and my nipples were cold from touching the floor. I thought about eating him and being done with it, but I liked his work and . I guess he noticed my lack of enthusiasm and wanted to take some initiative, which I appreciate. So then this guy decides that, while he’s balls deep in me, he would put not one, but two of his arms up my ass without any warning.”
 
 
The chat let out their collective shock. “I know! How rude! So I gasp in surprise and involuntarily clench, like, really hard. Next thing I know, he gets sucked up my ass and the scaffolding collapses, my asscheeks slam back together and crush his legs. 2BIG4HIM.” She laughed at the joke. “ I’m sure he felt stupid as he snaked his way through my colon and into my stomach, but at least he’s padding the ass he loved so much. What a waste of talent.” It was a bit later now and the park was now occupied with a good sized group of people, but still not enough for what Cynthia planned. She placed the camera back on the rooftop to begin answering questions for chat.
 
 
The first one she answered. “How do you know he’s padding your butt, Goddess?” She laughed at the stupid question but decided to humor it anyway. “Because I had to tear a new hole in my doorway to fit.” She turned around and bent at the waist for the camera, looking back over her shoulder. The voluptuous booty was in fact huge, big enough to park two sedans on it side by side. “Look at me, its like I’m fucking asszilla.” She laughed at her own dumb joke. “It was a good thing too, it inspired me to start eating regular sized people again, the gains are unreal.”
 
 
The next question, “How big do you want to get?” She turned around again, stroking her chin, she had never really given thought to when she might be satisfied, but she came up with an answer quickly, heaving her breasts up to the camera, reveling in the attention. “I want to be big enough that these puppies can crush one or two city blocks, each. I want to be big enough that my big ‘ol booty qualifies for its own zip code.”
 
 
Feeling she satisfactorily answered the question. She moved on to the next question, “Have you ever thought about showing the aftermath of your meals.” She was taken aback by the question. “Like my shit?” She asked. “Yeah, I have, and I was going to charge you all quite the sum for the privilege, but ever since I have been growing seriously, I haven’t been doing…that. I thought something was wrong with me, and I went to the doctors, and he told me my digestive system has adapted to become 100 percent efficient, I simply do not produce waste, so there goes that idea. The doctor was also the first to test this theory, so I know it to be true. Cheer up though, I definitely will be consuming more people anally, so keep an eye out for that.”
 
 
She was about to answer another question, when a sound nearby distracted her, the rhythmic thudding of running feet on concrete. She turned to face the mouth of the alley just in time to see a beautiful female jogger in an alluring pink tracksuit. She had no time to react as Cynthia’s massive hand completely covered her, smothering her cream that would alert the other prey. “Just in time too, walking all the way over here has made me peckish.” Cynthia opened her maw wide and placed the jogger in. She began screaming once again, this time the sound muffled by the salivating mouth. Cynthia displayed the terrified jogger to her audience and with one finger pushed the morsel to the back of her mouth and down her throat. The bulge was visible until it disappeared behind the mammoth mammaries.
  Cynthia cradled her stomach, the woman barely making a bulge in her flesh. Cynthia laughed at how pathetic this woman was to not even fill her completely. “I remember when swallowing one person and masturbating was the main event of my stream. She grabbed a hold of her paunch. “Look how far I have come.” Chat showered their goddess in praise at the efficiency of her hunting prowess.
 
 
  “Oh another cool thing, I have been practicing recently, and I have discovered I have complete control of my metabolism. That means I can speed up or slow down my digestion at will, the longest I have kept someone alive and marinating in me was about thirty six hours. That was a trip. Unfortunately, I can’t keep this one that long, it looks like the main event is going to start soon.” With a concentrated look of effort the bulge began struggling more and more as flesh was scoured from and soon all that was left was a skeletal outline. Meanwhile, before the audience’s very eyes, Cynthia’s breasts grew outwards minutely, but fast enough to cause a jiggle.
 
 
  Cynthia grabbed a bag that was hidden out of view, retrieved the camera, and made her way across the street. The park had only one entrance, the grounds were fenced off, and that made it a buffet for an apex predator like Cynthia. She licked her lips as she crossed the street, gazing upon the delicious looking men and women. Her booming footsteps herald their imminent doom.
 
 
  She kept speaking to her worshippers. “So here’s the surprise guys, I got a bunch more of those cameras I am going to strap to my meals, and I’m going to have simultaneous views from this camera and every person I swallow down. Also attached to each camera will be this note.” She produced a scrap of paper and read it out loud. “If you are reading this, you have been swallowed down by your Goddess Cynthia. You have one chance to escape, you and the others that will join must fuck each others brains out in order to avoid becoming ass and tit fat for your goddess.”
 
 
Cynthia looked smugly at the camera, “That’s right guys, if all goes to plan you’ll be able to witness the very first orgy in a stomach. I’m so excited! Now where to put you guys.” She looked around a few moments before finding a sufficiently tall tree to place her camera in, the view was a perfect overview of the park. A perfect view of Cynthia’s mischief.
 
 
The Goddess moved to the entrance, somehow she was yet unnoticed except for two people leaving the park. A man and a woman, clearly a couple, arrived at the gate as the fifteen foot tall streamer. Cynthia immediately set upon them, grabbing both by the head so their screams wouldn’t be heard, she lifted them both up so she could get to work. She stuffed the man in between her breasts, almost completely concealing him in titflesh as she stripped the woman naked and strapped a camera on her, and turned it on.
Another stream now appeared for her audience, one showing the open maw of their goddess as the woman was abruptly shoved into it and swallowed with no pomp or ceremony. The fleshy walls of her esophagus made rapid work transporting Cynthia’s food to her stomach, the morsel screamed at the entire team, then screamed again as she was deposited into the gastric hell that was Cynthia’s stomach. Yet again another scream as she gazed upon the skeleton belonging to the jogger.
 
 
Meanwhile, Cynthia was preparing the man, already stripped naked, Cynthia slightly annoyed with her noisy prey as she slipped the camera on the man. “She’s a real screamer, the neighbors must hate when y’all fuck.” She paused before swallowing the now naked man, the screaming had stopped. Good, maybe she discovered the note. She swallowed the man, providing her audience with a second tour of her mouth and throat and stomach.
 
 
She had practiced the process in preparation for today’s stream and now she moved through the park like the apex predator she was. She worked her way around the outskirts first, picking off small groups and stragglers, equipping each with a camera before sending them off to purgatory. Eventually, her prey’s random movements stopped being so sporadic, and settled into rhythmic, frantic motions that could only be taken for fucking. The stream confirmed it as groups of strangers went at each other for the off chance their lives would be spared for the horrid gastric fate. Their motions merely tickle for the hunting giantess.
 
 
 At her size, stealth could only last so long, but it could be used for other purposes, like crowd control. Such was the case when she came upon a group of four people, two males and two females, nestled into a corner of the park. They saw her coming and immediately ran for it, toward the awaiting Goddess. Cytnhia was quick, managing to snag three of the little snacks, but the fourth one eluded her, a male, running between her legs. Oh, how she hated runners. She looked down at the three in her hand, shrugged, and decided she should get comfortable with her work.
 
 
  Cynthia leaned back, letting her weight dictate her landing. The man thought he was home free until he looked up and over his shoulder to see an ass cheek bigger than most cars directly above him. He was crushed immediately, marring Cynthia’s impeccable derriere, the grass underneath watered with his blood. Cynthia paid the stain on her right butt cheek no mind, and set to work stripping the college age man and women naked, and strapped them with cameras. She checked around, making sure no one else was around. Satisfied, she looked to her left hand, where the man and a woman were held securely in her fingers.
 
 
  She lifted them both up to her insatiable maw and swallowed them together, they writhed against each other on the way down before being deposited in utter hedonistic chaos, they did not get a chance to read the note before they were thrown into the orgy, they did not know who they were fucking, being fucked by, or anything going on around them. Cynthia took the remaining woman and pressed her against her active gut, through the skin she could hear the moans and screams of the orgy within, could see the lewd outlines within the stomach, confused was an understatement. “You are about to have the kinkiest sex of your life thanks to me, get prepared for it.”
 
 
  The woman was hysterical. “No, Please! Don’t eat me! I don’t want to be eaten!” Cynthia raised the crying woman to her face. “Don’t worry, hon, I’m not gonna eat you. You are special, you get the VIP entrance!” A wicked grin spread across Cynthia’s features as she leaned forward, using her free hand to support herself. The hand with the woman went behind her back, downwards towards that all-enveloping ass.
 
 
  The chat went wild as they saw what was coming, as the perfect white globes rushed up to meet her, the woman renewed her screaming as she gazed upon the mangled body of her friend, stuck to the huge ass. The cheeks spread and Cynthia’s bleached anus was revealed, the woman tried to fight but her arms were pinned down and she could not fight against her fate.
 
 
The sphincter offered some resistance, but was coerced open by Cynthia’s hand, greedily swallowing its prey. The woman could barely breath as the intestines gripped her, rapidly transporting her upwards toward the stomach-turned-sex dungeon. Her lungs screamed for air as she massaged and pressed through the digestive passage. She was about to pass out before breaching into the bottom of the stomach, up through the acid and into stale air smelling of sex, she greedily breathed it in three quick breaths, stopping abruptly as her mouth was filled with cock.
 
 
Cynthia began entering the center of the park, realizing a conundrum, she ran out of cameras, expecting maybe fifteen people or so this early in the morning, there was over triple that by her rough estimation. She shrugged, she was getting tired of the work and was sure her audience had enough feeds. Now she could let loose and really have fun. She spotted a great group of people through the trees, some sort of picnic organized by the local university. Little did they know they were on the menu.
 
 
Cynthia strategically placed herself between the crowd and the exit before making her presence known. The college students tried to run from this predator, most knew who she was, but it did not help. Cynthia, in a rare display of restraint and self control did not proceed to devour them immediately. Instead she opted to herd the group, corral towards an open area, any stragglers were picked up and placed between her breasts. When the group had become small enough, she encircled it with her arms, before sitting down and surrounding them with her legs.
 
 
She looked down proudly at her catch, as she spread her titties apart, ten or so odd people sliding down her seat soaked skin before falling off her gorged belly into the crowd below.
 
 
They looked between her gut and her face in terror, Cynthia was something of a celebrity now, and they knew what she was famous for. Cynthia simply sat and basked in their fear as she watched them back away from her growling belly and drooling pussy. There was a sudden pressure in her stomach that rose up her throat.
 
 
BUUUUUUUUUOOOORRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!
 
 
  A burp that smelled of sweat and sex escaped her lips, along with a loose camera, it fell on top of one of her thighs, providing a perfect angle of the Goddess towering over her prey. Suddenly, like a storm breaking, the feast began. Cynthia devoured them in two’s and three’s in a non stop flurry of gluttony, stopping only to swallow or burp. The more she ate, the bigger her stomach got, forcing the crowd against the wall of her legs. The audience cheered her on, even if she couldn’t see or hear them. And soon all that was left of the crowd of fifty odd people was five stragglers pinned against Cynthia’s leg by her tumultuous belly.
 
 
  “God, I’m stuffed, you guys hit the spot.” She looked down at the stragglers, gathering up the screaming mass of humanity. “I can’t fit you guys in the regular way, you gotta go in the back door.” She giggled as she rose to her knees and turned around, giving the camera a glorious view of her man-eating ass as it forcefully swallowed five more souls.
 
 
BBBBUUUUUOOORRRRPPP!!!!!
 
 
  The belch was Cynthia’s victory cry, but when one hunger was defeated another awakened, she turned, still on her knees and spotted a young tree that came up to her mid thigh. She ripped it from the ground and efficiently stripped it of its branches before moving to all fours and impaling herself from behind. “Oh fuck! Littel fucking bugs! Fuck each other, Harder! Your lives depend on it!” Her stomach moved faster in response, the tree impaled her faster and faster, until finally she came, the scream of her orgasm breaking windows in a mile radius.
 
 
  She collapsed on her face, belly on the ground, ass in the air. She lay like that for a moment catching her breath in the tranquility of the morning. A tranquility that lasted a brief moment as she felt another pressure rising up her throat, this one more solid. She burped again, this time a man falling to the ground in front of her, one of the ones with a camera.
 
 
  Her face was fully visible, contorted with rage at the defiant morsel. “I gave you guys a chance to live, all you had to do was fuck each other brains out and I would have let you all go. But no, no, you just had to escape huh, tough guy. Well, before I crush you, I want you to know you not only killed yourself, but everyone in this park. Fucking idiot!” The last thing he saw was a devil tattoo on the underside of her tit before it turned him into pulp and left a crater in the ground. The violence was gratifying, and she rolled onto her back, basking in her meal, and letting the stream watch as she digested each and every soul in the park, as she concentrated on stripping flesh from bone, turning over fifty people into nothing but gelatinous meat soup. Her stomach shrank into its usual pot belly as everything else grew.
 
 
Her ass became large enough to completely cover a small home, each tit grew to rival double decker buses, her nipples weighing as much as the average man. Her musculature strengthened to compensate for the weight as her height broke into the twenty foot range. She came again as the growth spurt stop, completely exhausted, she slept there in the park