200 Watchers Special
 
 
----------------PROLOGUE: PART 1----------------
 
 
 
"This place is way too dark..." A woman's voice sounded in the pitch-black room.
 
"Just wait a sec," Another voice replied. "Done."
 
The room was suddenly lit, at least partially, by a large old-fashioned lamp hanging from a wall. The place was richly decorated with exquisite furniture of ancient appearance. The center of the room had a large circle filled with strange formulae. The light of the lamp also showed two people: an average looking figure donning a peculiar robe and a short and plump woman with dirt-blonde hair which she wore in a bun, glasses and a simple dress with cleavage showing part of her meaty breasts.
 
"That's better!" Mrs. Francine Greene shook her head in approval. "Now, Zenitharms..."
 
"Call me Zenith, or Zen." The other person interrupted.
 
"Right...Zen. Could you please tell me why you called me here? Your letter said that my visit was of the utmost importance."
 
"You'll know everything once the time comes, Mrs. Greene." Was Zenith's calm reply. "Simply put, I need your help with a certain esoteric experiment. You have plenty of knowledge regarding occult lote yourself, I'm sure."
 
"I do, and I also understand how some rituals need more than one person to be conducted. I'll gladly help a neighbor, but please, let's make it quick. My husband doesn't know where I've gone, so I intend to return to him shortly."
 
"Mr. Thomas Greene is currently enjoying some golfing," Zenith smirked.
 
"What? But prohibited him of playing it today..."
 
"I fear he sneaked out of the house when he noticed you weren't there. But alas, let's be swift with the experiment so you can go back to your own home to scold your husband once he returns from the link. Would you stand at the center of the magic circle, if you please?"
 
Francine was quite annoyed with the information she'd just received regarding her husband, but she obeyed Zenith and stood at the center of the room, surrounded by cabalistic symbols and pictograms even she was unable to decipher or understand. Working surprisingly fast, Zenith put several black candles around the circle and lighted them, then stood as far from the magic circle as possible, an attitude that made Mrs. Greene fell uncomfortable.
 
"Is this experiment dangerous?" She asked in a somewhat accusing voice. Francine was trying to remember the date of the next full moon, in case that the ritual caused her any harm or inconvenience. She wouldn't mind eating and digesting Zenith in werewolf form if that was the case, since she would be ridding the neighborhood of a dangerous warlock.
 
"Not at all, my dear. Your participation is mostly symbolic, so the magic won't even affect you! Now, be very quiet and don't move. Let's begin."
 
Zenitharms started chanting something in latin. Luckily, Mrs. Greene understood this language, so she paid very close attention to their words, trying to catch anything that sounded shady or harmful. They were chanting something about the dead returning twice...something about flesh being exchanged by flesh...something about the digestive system...something about blood...something about equivalent exchange...
 
"I-I don't feel so well..." Francine said after a haze came over her brain. She wanted to get away from the circle but found herself unable to do so. Her body was starting to feel like somebody else's, and she was growing sleepy.
 
"We're almost there, dear," Zenith spoke in a shaking voice, like someone who is close to a long sought-after goal. They kept chanting in a low voice, but suddenly the spellcaster's voice grew to a triumphant crescendo and their eyes were lit by the flame of victory. "And now...LAMIA, REDITUS!"
 
Upon hearing those words, Francine gasped. She finally understood what Zenith's aim had been all along, but it was too late to stop their plan. The ritual was over, and the results were soon to be seen by the magician. But not by Francine.
 
Mrs. Greene's body was covered by a pillar of silver light, which changed it's color to green and finally to red. Zenith had to avert their gaze a little due to the intensity of the gleam, but they were able to see a change taking place on Francine's body.
 
The short and plump woman was growing taller and thinner, even though her breasts didn't get any smaller. Her bun was undone and her now free dirt-blonde hair turned coal-black. Her skin got paller and paller, and even her simple dress was being reshaped into a different, more extravagant model.
 
When the pillar of light subsided, there was a completely different woman standing at the center of the circle than Francine Greene.
 
"Damn your bitch-hide in the depths of Hell!" The tall, black-haired woman who wasn't Francine screamed, as if finishing a sentence she had been saying previously. Then she looked confused. Her gaze crossed the entire room, a puzzled expression in her face. She saw Zenitharms removing their robe and her expression changed, as if she had just remembered several shocking events.
 
"I wouldn't consider myself a magician, but that WAS pretty good..." Zenith spoke more to themselves than to the brunette in the circle.
 
"Good Heavens! I was devoured! Then I was devoured again, by a bitch of all people! My astral form, my very soul was disgested and absorbed, turned into essenceless gas! How could you call me back when I was so thoroughly destroyed and reduced into nothing?!"
 
"It wasn't easy to find a such a powerful and unkwon sorcery, but once I found it in a lost forbidden volume, all I needed was a catalyst. The one who digested and absorbed your essence was perfect for this purpose.
 
"So you mean...this body...?"
 
"Yes. Your body was perfectly restored using Francine Combb's. Well, Francine Greene's."
 
"So my Tom did marry this repulsive whore, huh?" The vampire grinned. "I'd love to pay that traitor a visit and devour him with a body that onde belonged to his own wife..."
 
"Mr. Greene is not in the menu," Zenith's voice grew stern. "You shall not bother him today or even again. I did not call you from the deepest abyss of inexistence using the blackest necromancies so you could have your petty revenge. I work on higher spheres of mystical thought than that, with purposes you can't even imagine.
 
"Now you're just confusing me, darling!" The vampiress shook her head in disapproval. "You're talking just like Combb now, with all that occult baloney! If you won't let me eat who I want, what do you want of me?"
 
"You'll be eating alright. Well, it's a long story, even more so for someone living in the 1920s, but I'll try to explain..."
 
 
 
----------------PROLOGUE: PART 2----------------
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth's thunderous laugh echoed through the entire house, and Zenitharms blushed, looking down at their feet.
 
"Hohohohoho, oh dear! So you mean there's this 'site' as you called it," Here, Mrs. Aneworth laughed loudly again before resuming her talk. "A site for people interested in this 'vore' thing, and you recently reached 200 watchers there."
 
"Yes, 247 now, to be precise. B-But what's so funny about it?"
 
"Hohohoho! So you went through all this trouble just because you achieved a certain number of followers in this place? Oh darling, 200 people isn't even that much..."
 
"Well, it's a lot for me!" Zenith crossed their arms, offended. "I should have known that you'd react that way. You're a parody of a character from a horror story in the end of the day, so making people fell uncomfortable is job!"
 
"Now, now, it wasn't my intention to be mean," Mrs. Aneworth patted the writer's head. "I'm grateful that you brought me back, and I'm also grateful that you'll be giving me fresh prey. In fact, I'd be grateful if we could get to the eating part now."
 
The vampire's belly growled loudly as if to reinforce her words, sounding like a separate monster of it's own.
 
"I guess having your body and soul reconstructed does make you hungry..." Zenitharms admited. "I won't keep you waiting for too long, just got to get the others and tell you all the rules."
 
"The others?" Mrs. Aneworth raised an eyebrow, a faint grin on her face. "You're not letting me eat alone, then..."
 
"Well, of course not. You only got fourth place in that poll I told you about."
 
"R-Really?" The vampire gulped. "So you mean I'm not the alpha predator?"
 
"You're the only pred I've wrote who managed to get eaten twice." Zenith smirked.
 
"Y-You don't have to bring that up!" Mrs. Aneworth pouted and crossed her arms angrily. "A woman of my size and strength is far from being an easy meal! It's not my fault you wrote me into being so unlucky..."
 
"No hard feelings about the fish and the werewolf. I did bring you back, didn't I?"
 
"Well, I suppose so," The vampire cooled her head. "And you're going to feed me, after all. I love being spoiled, so I might forgive you one day~"
 
"I hope you do. Now let's get the others before you lose your patience and try to bite me."
 
 
...
 
 
The creep was standing in his room with a pair of panties in his hands, staring at it with a nostalgic look in his eyes. He looked like any regular man you'd see walking on the street. He had a lot of money, sure, but he was neither ugly nor handsome and had no liking for expensive clothing or flashy sports cars, his considerable amount of cash being directed into other purposes. Maybe if you took a good time to analyze his face you'd notice something shady in his expression, as if this man's mind was filled with perverted thoughts that didn't stop on sex. But people had no time to reflect about that with how busy the world was nowadays, so the creep was free to walk around with his true nature hidden and his crimes unsuspected.
 
His one eye-catching feature would probably be a curious concentration of fat in his midsection, which took the form of a paunchy, bloated potbelly. Well, it isn't uncommon for adult men to develop this way, but the creep's belly was perhaps too disgustingly bloated. A vegan who had passed by him this morning had noticed his belly and thought "this guy is going overboard with the meat". They were write, they just didn't know the source of the meat that gave the Creep his round swelling.
 
The panties he was now holding, for example, had belonged to a woman named Wendy Fiori. Her name was to some degree well known in the porn industry, and her sudden disappearence under certain mysterious circumstaces caused quite the impact amongst fans and friends alike. For several people, it was impossible not to compare Wendy's case with several other cases of models, porn actresses and other good-looking women who were going missing all over the United States.
 
The authorities laughed at the wild theories implying a relation between the cases when they talked to the press, but deep down, they wondered. None of the missing women had always been found, not even their bodies, even though a neighbor complained about loud farting noises coming from the household of the parkers the night Melina Alba went missing.
 
The answer to all the missing women cases laid right there in the creep's midsection, but nobody suspected that, and he doubted they would ever suspect. He was a bold stalker and always made dangerous decisions, but his belief in himself was unshakable. Laidback and sloppy, the creep had the devil's work.
 
The stalker's reminiscence about his prey's taste was interrupted by the sound of steps behind him. He turned around and smiled his laidback smile, not scared by the fact that somebody had just appeared in his room and caught him perving at an article of clothing belonging to a woman who he had shat out only some days ago.
 
"Zen, so you decided to show up! I thought you had given up, and was about to pay visit to a Korean streamer I discovered recently," The creep patted his growling, hungry belly, making it clear about what he meant by visiting the woman.
 
"Magic rituals take time, but I'm sorry for making you wait. Hope you don't mind a little change of plans regarding lunch."
 
"You know me. I can always visit that chick later. I wouldn't lose your 200 watchers special for all busty asians in the world.
 
"Come on, now you're just lying," The writer smirked.
 
 
...
 
 
Leela was eating cold sandwiches in the park when Zenith appeared right behind the bench she was sitting on.
 
"Eek!" The girl jumped upon seeing the writer, her tortoise-shell glasses almost falling from her face. "D-Don't scare me like that ever again!"
 
"Sorry. Have you changed your mind?"
 
"No! I'm very happy for your achievement and all, but I can't go to any eating competitions right now, and you know that! As you can see, I had to go on a diet after that fiasco on TV!"
 
It was true. The nerdy girl had had to start running on the park and dieting after her infamous appearance in popular TV show Sabrina Shows, where she ate a fan and was tricked into digesting her. Leela felt bad about burning the calories that had once been a hot girl who liked her, but she hated being a butterball.
 
Most boys where she lived didn't like fat chicks, and her also infamous appearance in another TV show named Boyfriend Quest had been quite a blow to her self-esteem. All the handsome young men from the match-making program rejected her due to her weight, and a particularly mean guy even made fun of her glasses and braces. The host of the show talked Leela into eating the mean hunk, which she stupidly did. Once the jerk was digested, Leela was even fatter than before!
 
So she made a promise to herself: no more TV appearances and no more heavy food, be it people or cheeseburgers. Due to her fast metabolism and efforts, Leela went back to being thin and lithe.
 
"Come on, people loved you on Sabrina Shows, and everybody agreed that the guy on Boyfriend Quest deserved it."
 
"He didn't even taste good! No, I've already made up my mind. I'll keep eating healthy and I won't let anybody get inside my stomach ever again!"
 
"But you did like it," Zenitharms smirked. "It's not like anybody forced you to eat those people. Of course, you were tricked into digesting the girl, but you loved eating her. Nobody will judge you for that, she did look tasty."
 
"I-I'd rather not answer th," Leela was interrupted by the loudest growl the writer ever heard. It almost sounded like an earthquake.
 
"You're pretty hungry. There's no way those cold sandwiches are satisfying you."
 
"They aren't..." Leela looked down. "I mean, she was tasty....that fan of mine..."
 
The nerdy girl's mouth had started to water.
 
"I can take you to a place where there will be more fans for you to eat," The writer offered. "It'll be just a break in your diet."
 
Leela reflected for a good amount of time, then said, defeated:
 
"Fineeeeeeee. But I'll go back to dieting once I'm done. I enjoy my body as it is and I don't want to become a ball again."
 
"Fine by me. Just come with us and you'll soon have something tasty to eat again."
 
 
...
 
 
Tobey had just finished drinking a large glass of milk and eating some cookies, but he still felt hungry. The red-haired, freckled boy felt like he still needed some meat inside his gut.
 
He felt like that ever since he devoured his nine aunts a few months before. Elisa, Daisy, Nataly, Sophie, Margaret, Lucy, Vilma, Heather and Deborah, all nine of his mother's sisters had been properly devoured and digested by the small predator. Now, with no aunts left and no big sisters to snack on, the boy wouldn't be able to eat women unless he got a job in the Population Control Center, where guys were paid to turn women into shit all day long, all in the name of solving the overpopulation problem.
 
Now Tobey was forced to feel this emptiness inside his stomach until he was old enough to try and get this dream job. His wide hips and big ass still remembered him of his past meals, and he still wore the pants his aunt Heather had given to him, but his belly went back to being flat.
 
If he couldn't eat women, he sometimes pigged out on regular food, which just wasn't as good. The closer he ever felt to his rite of passage was a few weeks before when his family went fishing in a lake and he managed to swallow a fish larger than himself. The way it squirmed in his maw and inside his stomach felt great, and brought him back memories. The oily, fishy burps he got afterwards also remembered him of what happened to his body when he ate an entire person.
 
Tobey was about to go brush his teeth when he saw his mother approaching him with Zenith by her side.
 
"Sweetie, you can brush your teeth when you come back. This person here is taking you to eat out."
 
The boy smiled. He had been told about the 200 watchers special before, but he wasn't sure if his mother would let him go. By the looks of it, she would, and very happily on top of that.
 
Truth be told, she was getting a bit tired from cooking so much food for her sweet little monster and needed a break. Somebody else feeding Tobey for her was simply perfect for both of them.
 
 
 
----------------200 W. SPECIAL----------------
 
 
 
"A shopping mall? Really?" The creep asked.
 
"Well, that was the best place I could think of to fit 200...no, 247 people," Zenitharms replied. "There's something wrong?"
 
"Huh...it's just that I don't think we can sneak up on people in place like that. A lot of them will get away."
 
"Don't worry, I'll block all the exits. Besides, I bet there's going to be some willing prey in the crowd. That'll make your lives easier."
 
"You said we can eat all of them, right?" Mrs. Aneworth grinned, longing for fresh blood.
 
"Yep. That's why I enhanced your bodies: I don't want a single one of them outside of your bellies."
 
"T-That's way too much, even with the boost you gave us!" Leela protested, sweating. "247 prey for 4 predators is going overboard!"
 
"Oh, don't worry, big sis," Tobey smiled. "I don't mind eating your fill too! But if don't eat anybody and stay this slim, I'll probably end up eating you...by accident, of course!"
 
Leela gulped and the creep laughed:
 
"I like the boy! I won't be surprised if he ends up eating more than me, and I'm a big eater!"
 
"He sure is hot-blooded," Mrs. Aneworth licked her lips. "It's a shame Zen forbade any friendly fire..."
 
"This little guy here eats women like you for breakfast, Aneworth," Zenitharms rolled his eyes. "You should all be focusing on your 247 prey instead of eyeing each other and licking your lips! Anyway, I have to go: gotta feed some pets. Just remember all the rules I told you and play nice."
 
Zenith started walking away and the four preds turned their attention to the people roaming the shopping mall.
 
"Guess we can start now," The creep smiled hungrily.
 
"Since I was the most voted in the poll," Tobey said that with some pride. "Zen told me I could make the first move. Watch and learn, everybody."
 
Having said that, Tobey approached a woman who was looking at a dress at a clothing store nearby. He pulled gently at her skirt and the tall woman turned around. She saw a timid redhead boy with a shy disposition and pleading eyes, looking as timid as they come.
 
"What's wrong, honey?" The woman asked worriedly.
 
"M-M-Miss, I don't want to bother you, but...I lost my mom...could you please help me find her?"
 
"Oh, of course, sweetie!" The woman crouched so her face could face the boy's, as she patted his head reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll find your mommy in no time!"
 
"Silly you, that's the oldest trick in the book~" Were the boy's words before grabbing the woman by the shoulders and shoving her head down his throat.
 
His three fellow preds watched with mixed reactions while the boy effortlessly devoured his tall, unwilling meal. It didn't take much time for only the woman's shapely legs to be left dangling from his mouth, but even those were soon swallowed. Tobey's squirming gut touched the floor and he leaned on it.
 
"HIC! She was pretty good!" The young predator gave a thumbs up to the others.
 
"Holy shit! That was fast for your age!" The creep was thoroughly impressed. "Do you always send them down like that?"
 
"Well, not really. The women I ate before were way thicker than this one, so swallowing them was no joke..." Tobey replied, blushing a bit after noticing that he had managed to impress all those preds.
 
"Still, she was quite voluptuous," Mrs. Aneworth admited. "You do look tasty boy, but I'll try to keep out of your way, now that I know what you're capable of."
 
"T-Tobey, is your tummy alright?!" Leela rushed to the boy's side and gently touched his belly, worried like a real big sister. "You should go easy with larger prey, or you'll hurt yourself!"
 
"Don't worry big sis, I'm used with larger meaOURP!" The boy accidently belched, than covered his mouth. "Please, don't press it so hard, big sis..."
 
"S-Sorry..." Leela removed her hands from his belly.
 
"Well, you hungry rascal," The creep laughed. "Since you're the winner, why don't you also decide who'll be the next one to eat?"
 
"Sure! Vampire auntie looks pretty thirsty, so she should go next." The boy easily got up, carrying his belly like it was nothing, to Leela's shock and surprise.
 
"Oho, thank you, boy!" Mrs. Aneworth looked around. "I feel like having a handsome man first~"
 
Having said that, the vampire approached a man who was buying himself a drink in a vending machine.
 
"What a stuffy place, isn't it?" The vampire's voice made him turn around.
 
"Y-Yeah, I'm trying to buy myself some cool soda, but the machine is stuck..."
 
"Oh my! Those modern machines are bound to give us a headache," Mrs. Aneworth was wiping the sweat from her cleavage with a tissue, making the man blush as he tried not to stare. "Let me give it a try, darling."
 
The woman shook the vending machine, and with her vampiric strength, was able to make a can of soda fall through the hole.
 
"Wow! You're so strong, lady! Thank you so much for the hel-" The man reached out to grab the soda, but the woman held his arm. "W-What?"
 
"You know, all this effort made my feel thirsty as well. Would you mind if I had a drink?" As this beautiful MILF towered over him, the man was unable to refuse. Thinking that she was talking about the soda, he smiled nervously.
 
"O-Of course! Here lady, you can have it!"
 
But before he could touch the can, Mrs. Aneworth bit him in the neck. The man gasped, but didn't react. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt at all. Maybe the vampire's saliva was acting as some sort of anesthetic, like a mosquito's. As Mrs. Aneworth drank loudly, he started to feel sleepy.
 
The last thing he saw before drowzing into a tired sleep was the woman stopping to drink his blood and opening her mouth to swallow him whole. Mrs. Aneworth was even faster than Tobey to send her prey down to her stomach.
 
"Oh dear, how I missed doing that!" She chuckled and licked her crimson lips.
 
"Eewww!" Leela averted her gaze, disgusted.
 
"Cool! It's like in the movies, but better!" Said a very impressed Tobey.
 
"Oh, so we have a little horror movie fan here!" Mrs. Aneworth winked at him. "But I bet old Nosferatu didn't look half as good as me!"
 
"Excuse me," An unknown female voice interrupted their conversation, scaring them. They all turned their eyes towards the direction the voice came from and saw the creep standing near them with a huge belly where two shapely female forms squirmed uselessly. In his open mouth, between his jaws, there was a woman's face speaking to them. "Could you please ask your friend to spit us ou-"
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
The creep gulped and the woman's head visibly descended his throat and soon there was a third female form delineated against his belly. His friends gazed at him terrified.
 
"What?" He asked, confused and laidback.
 
"When did you find the time to eat those three women??" Leela inquired. "We didn't even notice you leaving the group..."
 
"Oh, I just decided to have a quick bite while our vampire pal here had her drink."
 
Leela thought nothing would top the sight of Mrs. Aneworth feeding, but the creep just took the cake at being disturbing. How could someone be so sneaky and shady?
 
"Well young lady, that leaves you as the only with an empty belly," Mrs Aneworth smiled at Leela. "You better start, before our dear boy eats you. 'By accident', of course."
 
Leela gulped again. Refusing to eat would only leave her smaller and more vulnerable to the attack of her fellow preds. Zen had forbidden it, but at the heat of the moment, maneaters lose their hability to think. They all treated each other with cordiality, but they couldn't be trusted.
 
Looking around for possible prey, Leela saw a couple of young adults kissing oblivously, the boyfriend with his back against the wall. Both looked quite tasty, and the nerdy girl was unable to resist her growing hungry.
 
"I'm sorry..." She whispered more to herself than to them as she approached the couple. Then Leela opened her mouth like a four-eyed snake and engulfed both of their heads simultaneously.
 
The boyfriend and girlfriend were surprised but unable to escape. Leela kept swallowing them surprisingly quickly but regreted her own recklessness. Devouring two people at the same time wasn't easy for a lithe pred like her. She was left on all fours on the floor with her eyes closed and two pairs of legs dangling from her mouth. She painfully slurped them up and managed to get up after several tries.
 
"Cough! Ouch, my throat is sore..."
 
"Impressive," The creep admited. "You're either a show-off or you were super hungry."
 
Maybe she was both. You can't get famous in the internet without being a bit of a show-off.
 
"Could you two please stop moving so much?" A heartburn-stricken Leela pleaded to her meal. "I know I ate you and all, but my belly kinda hurts. Well, I understand if you don't want to stop, though..."
 
"Big sis, you're so funny!" Tobey laughed. "You're talking to food!"
 
"Oh dear," Mrs. Aneworth feigned a scandalized expression. "It seens they're making out inside of your stomach."
 
"W-What? N-No way! Oh, gross, they really are!" Leela blushed and struck her belly, desperate. "Hey, my belly is no love hotel! Quit screwing around inside of me!"
 
The group laughed at Leela's plight, but the vampire spoke again:
 
"If I were you, I would bury them in people so they have to stop."
 
"Very good idea!" And simple as that, the geeky pred rushed away to devour more people, tricked into going all out by the witty child of the night.
 
"We better follow her example," The creep said. "Can you move by yourself, boy?"
 
"Are you kidding?" Tobey was walking around carrying his huge belly with his own arms. He pressed it violently and squeals came from that bloated white ball of fat as his prey was forced to curl up even more. "This is nothing for me!"
 
"Heh, proud lad," The older pred chuckled. "I gotta respect that. Well, I'll be on my way. Just spotted a goth girl with a nice rack, and if I'm not fast you'll catch her first! See ya around!"
 
"What a lively bunch!" Mrs. Aneworth couldn't avoid getting nostalgic. "Let me tell you boy, all of this reminds me of my own parties back on Maxley. Oh, how much fun we had...boy?"
 
There was no sign of Tobey, for the boy had caught sight of a tasty-looking mature woman and left the vampire all alone. Mrs. Aneworth sighed.
 
"Bunch of gluttons. I'm sure I'm the hungriest of the bunch, considering I was just brought back from supreme oblivion and all, but they're hurrying more than me to empty this place! But no problem: I just need to feast like I feasted back in India in the good old days, and they'll learn not to underestimate a vampire!"
 
Having said that, Mrs. Aneworth jumped on a woman with glasses who walking by. Her stupid glasses reminded the mature woman of Francine Combb, and as she bit her prey's neck she imagined it really was Francine who she was about to drink and devour.
 
 
Meanwhile, Tobey had secured the MILFy prey he was looking for. Luckily for him, her daughter came to her rescue and ended up as dessert for the hungry boy. Now he was having a bit more trouble carrying his belly around, but he was stronger than he looked (anyone who had to handle and eat women like his aunts would end up becoming stronger) and managed to keep moving.
 
The creep himself had fared well too, having caught the goth girl he was stealthily pursuing. By now he had managed to get past her huge breasts (a task that wasn't exactly easy, neither was it devoid of pleasure, as the goth's pale cushions looked and felt like gigantic marshmallows softly filling the predator's cheeks and going down his throat) and only his prey's thick fishnet-covered legs were dangling from the creep's mouth and kicking uselessly.
 
To the creep's surprise, the girl suddenly stopped struggling. He swallowed her legs, sending her down to his already packed belly.
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
A deep burp was the result of devouring the bombshell clad in black, and it brought the taste of make-up to the creep's palate.
 
"Huh, weird. I think she actually started liking it halfway through and let herself slide down. Guess most goths secretly are into this stuff."
 
Loud sounds started coming from his belly. By this point, with four women inside his tight belly, one would think that the stomach was protesting due to being pushed to it's limits, but the creep knew better. It was asking for more.
 
"Calm down, my friend," The creep patted the protruding mass of flesh. "Just saw a lesbian couple. I'll introduce them to you, what do you think?"
 
A quieter gurgle came from his gut, almost sounding like a voice in agreement, much to the creep's entertainment.
 
Leela, on the other hand, wasn't enjoying herself as much as her friends. She had approached a muscular man and tried to talk him into letting himself get eaten, but he wasn't very interested in that. With no other choice, the girl jumped on him. With the surprise factor by her side, she managed to swallow the man even though he was way stronger than herself.
 
This new occupant of her stomach had made the couple stop making out, but he moved a lot and gave Leela a nasty indigestion.
 
"Ow, ow, that hurtpooooouurps..." Leela let out a small yet painful airy belch. "What am I going to do to make him move less?!"
 
"My God! You ate my boyfriend!" A blonde bimbo approached the geeky girl who was writhing in pain on the floor, and even went as far as kneeling by her side and slapping her belly. "You jerk! Did you really chose this four-eyed fatso over me?!"
 
It seemed the blonde had misunderstood the situation, and thought that her buff boyfriend had fed himself to Leela. She could see no other way in which such a weak-looking pred could devour her strong partner.
 
"F-F-Four-eyed....fatso?" Leela blushed ashamedly, then grew angry. "I know that to do now. Just like the couple, if I bury him in people, he'll move less."
 
"What are you mumbling about? Spit him out or I'll...w-wait, don't do that!" The blonde was interrupted when Leela grabbed her shoulders. "You can have him! He's all yours! Just let me go!"
 
But Leela was already opening her mouth. There was escape now.
 
"L-Look, I know I look meaty, but that's all plastic surgery! I used to be just as scrawny as you, minus the belly! I'm not filling and..."
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
The bimbo's head was gobbled up, and her body soon followed.
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋! 𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
"Aaaaah~" Leela sighed. "One less bimbo in the world to bully me..."
 
 
 
𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙃!
 
 
"E-Escuse me..." The girl blushed again and hanged her head low. "Ugh, my pain only got worse. They're fighting inside me...gotta eat...more...people..."
 
Using all her strength, the girl managed to get up. No way was she going to carry her huge belly like Tobey, so she just sluggishly pushed it forward as she walked, letting it touch the floor. Was she the first of the group to end up getting immobile? If so, she'd better find some willing prey, and soon!
 
She saw a group of cute guys talking and wondered if any of them would be interested in feeding a shy lass in need.
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth currently had her mouth full, but luckily she had a little helping hand this time around. A man finished pushing a woman down the vampire's throat and the evil creature gulped her down.
 
"I must say, Mr. Field, BOOOOOURP! (oh, escuse me, hohoho!), when you said you'd serve me, I didn't think you meant serving me your own family as lunch!" Aneworth chuckled, rubbing her engorged belly.
 
R. N. Field wipped the sweat from his forehead and smiled maniacally at his new mistress. He was simply strolling through the shopping mall with his family when they came across Mrs. Aneworth drinking and devouring a young man. Instead of running, the madman offered his wife and son to the creature. It all happened pretty fast, but let's just say that it was love, or better yet, "madness at first sight."
 
"All my life I've studied the Black Arts. It's strange to finally...confront the Princess of Darkness herself."
 
"Oh, you flatter me, dear," Mrs. Aneworth blushed a bit. "I'm just a vampiress who's a little hungrier than most, that's all. Still, I must thank you for your sudden service. Can I expect more help from you as I feast along?"
 
"God will not damn a poor lunatic's soul. He knows that the powers of evil are too great for those with weak minds."
 
"Huh? Well, I guess so, but that doesn't answer my questi..."
 
"You make it very difficult for me. After all, I'm a guest here. If I'm to help you, I must have a reason." Field interrupted her.
 
"A reason? Well, dear, I don't know!" The vampire was hopelessly confused by this madman's talk. "You can see my big belly all nice and stuffed, and you look like the type of man who enjoys that..."
 
"His heart! It must be his heart!" He shouted.
 
"Arg, whatever, you fool! Follow me if you want to, I'm dreadfully thirsty and cannot stay here the whole day trying to understand your blabbery!" A very frustrated vampire stormed away from her new servant with heavy steps, who followed her behind screeching something about rats.
 
Truth be told, this R. N. Field guy had consumed way too much vampire fiction during his life, to the point that his favorite porn magazine was 𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔟𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰. Seeing a true specimen right before his eyes had driven him stark mad, and the poor devil was so shocked that he sacrificed his family and was now only able to speak in vampire movie quotes! Oh, the agony!
 
 
The creep was about to be even more frustrated than Mrs. Aneworth though, for as he stalker the lesbian couple they went inside a store. He discreetly waited for them to get out, but they never did. The predator was getting annoyed when he heard a thunderous, satisfied belch coming from inside the store. He rushed inside and found no lesbian couple, but Tobey lying on his massive water bed-like belly.
 
"Sorry, were you going to eat them?" The boy smiled.
 
"That was the plan," The creep rolled his eyes, but laughed. "You're good at stealing other people's food, but I still bet I'm going to eat more than you."
 
"Don't do that, mister. You're asking to lose." The boy said confidently.
 
"I bet ten bucks I'll beat you. But you better hurry: you can barely move with that gut of yours, while I can do this!" The creep held his belly high, turned around and ran out of the store.
 
"W-Wait! Of course I can move around! I'm not losing to you!" With impressive strength the boy did the same as the creep and also ran out of the store, although not as easily.
 
The creep was already knocking a group of friends down with his belly and devouring them as fast as he could, barely tasting them. His hurry was such that he ended up swallowing a big-assed femboy, who he thought was a girl too!
 
"OOOUUURP! Phew, it's been some time since I ate an ass this big and juicy. She did taste a bit different from her friends though..."
 
Meanwhile, Tobey had found himself in a beauty salon and was greedily stuffing his face with a large amount of MILFs. When he was done emptying the place and was groaning on the floor, he got a terrible case of the hiccups.
 
"HIC! Darn those tasty HIC! women, I ate them HIC! too HICoooooOoooOOOurp! fast..." He tried to get up but this time he couldn't. "Can't believe I'm HIC! immobile already! I can't lose this bet, I want those ten bucks!
 
Moved by a power that looked almost supernatural, the boy was able to get up. It looked like Zenitharms had not only increased their stomachs' capabilities but also infused the preds with some extra strength.
 
"That was hard! I wonder if that's how that Aneworth lady feels like with her vampire strength and all...why am I losing time here?! I've got some more eating to do!"
 
 
 
As the last cute guy descended her gullet, Leela felt a bit of remorse. She'd rather go out on a date with all those handsome boys instead of eating them, but it was useless to try to spare anyone in the situation she was in.
 
"Sorry everyone. It's either me or that vampire lady eating you, and at least I don't bite. No hard feelioooOOOoooOOourp!" She tried to keep it inside, but a manly burp escaped the girl's lips. She blushed, remembering all the times she had done something awkward in front of a person she liked. "T-That just now wasn't me, just so you know..."
 
Leela was starting to get used to carrying her titanic belly around, somehow. By now it was several times larger than her own body and blocked a bit of her field of vision. The couple had stopped making out and the buff guy had stopped thrashing around, but still Leela kept going in search of prey, moving like a hypnotized Haitian zombie. She had forgotten the reason all of this was even happening, but kept going out of instinct.
 
Perhaps it was Zenith's fault, or something had awakened in Leela's blood, after all, her father was a predator himself and his meek daughter easily surpassed him. Whatever her reason for not stopping the feast was, Leela had just used her large belly to knock a distracted guy down. Putting her huge gut over his body, she made it impossible for him to get away.
 
Like a cat playing with a mouse, she enjoyed the feeling of being in control for once before grabbing the poor guy and sending him down to meet the others.
 
 
 
Mrs. Aneworth breathed heavily after swallowing another man. Her belly was even larger than Leela's by now, due to the fact that she had a helper who was feeding her people.
 
"Urp, can't you slow down a bit with the victims? I'm on the brink of becoming immoHOURP! Immobile..."
 
"We call them 'the undead', sir. They're vampires!" Said R. N. Field before shoving another man down his mistress' gullet. When he descended her esophagus, Mrs. Aneworth's dress ripped, revealing her pale mammoth belly which had a slight crimson gleam to it.
 
She fell forward on her engorged gut and it sloshed loudly as the pool of life force inside it moved around, and a painful metallic burp was forced out of her body.
 
 
𝙃𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
"L-Let's take a little break," The vampire pleaded," My feet can barely touch the floor and I feel like the world's biggest water balloon..."
 
But R. N. Field was already pulling another confused man towards the immobile fiend.
 
"Oh, what the deuce?!" Mrs. Aneworth licked her lips and smiled. "Keep bringing them, darling. Your mistress is far from satisfied. Just let me drink this one before shoving him down my maw~"
 
 
In another area of the mall, the creep himself was facing some problems. As he devoured prey after prey, he felt like his belly was starting to grow too big and too heavy. It took a lot of determination for him to keep going and eating, determination surely born from his beat with Tobey.
 
After gulping down a particularly thick lady and almost coughing her out, the creep stopped to take a deep breath.
 
"BOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURP! Oof, that was rough. I wonder how that little runt is doing..." As if to answer her question, another belch echoed through the mall, as powerful as the one the creep had just released if not stronger. "Heh, sounds like him alright. God, what an appetite! Guess that's what happens when you raise a boy on aunt-meat...I better keep going or he'll surpass me..."
 
Tobey had no idea he was giving the creep a run for his money. He had other concerns on his mind. Lying sideways on the floor with his huge wriggling belly right in front of him, the boy couldn't get up. But even that fact wasn't his main concern.
 
"S-Shit, I'm immobile...and I'm still soooo hungry though... they'll eat everyone and leave me here licking my lips in vain..." Just when the boy was starting to lose all hope, he felt several hands grabbing him.
 
Unable to understand what was going on, Tobey was left without reaction when several people lifted him from the floor and positioned him over his belly, which was several times larger than his own body. Tobey now could see who had helped him: a bunch of women!
 
They didn't say anything and neither did the predator, but by the way they were eyeing his stuffed gut, the boy knew what the wanted him to do.
 
"I've gotta thank you for coming just in time. Now don't be shy: I have space for dessert~" Tobey opened his mouth wide and the women approached his slowly, blushing.
 
Tobey just noticed how nostalgic this was: it reminded him of when he ate his nine delicious aunts. Willing prey really was a pred's best friend.
 
 
Meanwhile, Leela stormed through prey like a hurricane. She had eaten more than her three fellow predators by now, but by some unholy reason was still able to walk around and carry her hilariously distended belly around. Nevertheless, the wild mists of gluttony were starting to leave her brain. She belched like a sailor and her belly groaned satisfied.
 
"You had enough by now, you glutton!" She slapped her gut, trying to transfer the guilt of what she had done to her noisy stomach. "You could have spared that last guy though, he was clearly into us, or else he wouldn't have rubbed you..."
 
Her belly only groaned a lazy reply. It was nice and full and felt no remorse whatsoever, unlike it's owner.
 
"God, I better find the others. By how empty this place looks, they're probably done eating too."
 
And so, adjusting her glasses, Leela started to slowly waddle in search of her friends while carrying her gigantic and noisy belly.
 
 
...
 
 
A cacophony of thunderous, satisfied and painful belches echoed through the shopping mall, making the whole building tremble. Mrs. Aneworth finished swallowing R. N. Field's legs and joined the gassy choir with her own crass and raunchy addition to the gastrical symphony.
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
"What a lovely evening, hohoho!" The vampire chuckled heartily. Somehow the four preds had managed to stop at the same ample place to bask in their gluttony-caused immobility after emptying up the mall. Like most of her friends, Mrs. Aneworth was lying on top of her colossal gut, far from the floor like a wizard atop of his dreaded tower. "It's still hard to believe that just the four of us were able to wipe out all of those 247 people!"
 
"Owwwwwwww," Leela moaned in pain from beneath her Mount Olympus of a belly. She was the only one whose stomach was lying on top of her instead of the opposite. "My tummy hurts...BoOooOOOOUuuuuuUURP!"
 
"Phew, one bitch feels good squirming already, but all those people...this is heaven!" The creep smiled atop his bloated belly, several shapely females imprinted against his skin. "I just can't forget that I owe that boy ten bucks! He ate the most out of all of us!"
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
Lying taller than anyone else, Tobey simply released another earth-shaking burp. He couldn't even talk, just keep belching and panting and groaning and smiling. Not only had he satisfied his hunger, little Tobey had also beat the creep and the rest of the predators in their little eating contest.
 
"Guys, I just remembered something," Leela suddenly gasped. "Zenith told us we could eat everybody, but he forbade us of digesting them, so once we're done enjoying ourselves we should spit them ou..."
 
 
𝙋𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏!
 
 
 "Oops," Said Mrs. Aneworth after this unladylike deed.
 
There were long seconds of silence which were finally broken by Leela sighing.
 
"Honestly, I'm just glad I'm not the only one who screwed up," Said Leela before farting herself.
 
Too late. The four predators spent the next hours digesting all of their meals in satisfied bliss, unafraid of Zen's fury or disappointment.
 
The predators had the time of their lifes, and so did some of their prey. Overall, it had been a 'lovely evening' as Mrs. Aneworth had appropriately put it.
 
 
 
----------------EPILOGUE: PART 1----------------
 
 
 
"I can't believe you guys digested them all even when I explicitly told you all not to before arriving here," Zen did a facepalm upon seeing the four predators he had selected lazily waddling out of the shopping mall. "Reforming all those people is going to drain my energies for sure, but if I don't do it, I'm ruined..."
 
Their meals digested, the preds just enjoyed themselves, barely listening to the writer's words. Gurgling down all those people had really fattened them up, and the chubby creatures played with their potbellies absent mindedly like lazy gods after a banquet of sacrifices.
 
"Phew, am I stuffed!" A jolly Tobey smiled warmly, , although his fat thighs and wide hips (the result of a carnivorous feast) wouldn't let anyone be tricked into thinking he was just a good, warmless boy.
 
"Here's your ten bucks kid, you owned it," Said the creep while giving him the money.
 
"Hey Zen, you'll use your magic to make me thin again, right?" Leela asked, almost begging the writer.
 
"Don't worry, you'll all burn that extra weight faster than you'd lose normal fat. But it won't be instantaneous, of course.
 
Leela looked down, defeated, while Mrs. Aneworth laughed heartily.
 
"I must say, Zenith, for a lackluster writer you know how to throw a banquet! When and where will we feast again?"
 
"You? I fear you won't feast again so soon, Mrs. Aneworth," Zenitharms' voice grew stern. "You probably failed to understand what's going on: I simply, huh, borrowed Mrs. Greene's body for this special ocasion. I'm not giving it to you or anything."
 
"W-What?"
 
"Well, you had your fun, now it's time to go back to being an incorporeal being. And don't look at me like that. At least I reformed your spirit, which had been digested by Francine," Zen started speaking the Magic Words, much to the vampire's dismay.
 
"Oh no you don't, you damn..." Mrs. Aneworth was about to jump at Zen, fangs bared, when she was suddenly paralyzed. Then, before the amazed eyes of the three other preds, the writer finished speaking the Words and a transmutation began.
 
Mrs. Aneworth grew shorter and plumper, her coal-black hair changed back to dirt-blonde, and even her face turned into another woman's. In a matter one seconds, where the vampire Mrs. Aneworth once stood now stood a very confused Francine Greene.
 
 
𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
The woman burped up a wisp of blue flame that flew away like a confused fly.
 
"I'll catch her soul latter..." Zenitharms mumbled.
 
"W-Where am I?! Who are those people?! And when did I get so FAT?!" Francine looked around and at herself with a mix of surprise, horror and wonder. "I do feel well-feed though. Quite satisfied indeed. Did I have anything to eat?"
 
"Oh boy!" The creep laughed. "Do we tell her or leave it up to Zen?"
 
"Let Zenith deal with it," Leena whispered back. "If we butt in, we might end up as this woman's dessert."
 
Zenitharms did have a lot of explaining to do, and Francine probably wouldn't like to hear what her body had been up to while her soul was suppressed by the vampire's.
 
 
----------------EPILOGUE: PART 2----------------
 
 
"I must thank you, the readers, again for making this story possible. I don't want to sound like a broken record, but I'm grateful beyond words to all the people who read my stories. I started posting on Eka's only for fun and had no idea that I would be posting stories to this day. But here I am, finally delivering a 200 (well, 247) Watchers Special, and I got this far even though I've only been posting for a little more than a year. Thank you, guys. You rock."
 
"Who the heck is Zen talking to?" Leela asked Tobey, worried, but the boy just shrugged.