The foundations of the second floor began to quake as the Singaporean streamer Kiara raced downstairs to find her friend JustaMinx, her bounteous curves and prey-stuffed stomach doing little to slow her down as she jiggled her way down the stairs, portable camera in tow.
 
“Minx! Minx!”, she called, lazily covering her wobbling chest for the camera as she walked.
“Minx, where- *BEURP* -where you go? You keep your fans waiting too long and now they saying they want to fatten my boobs up a lot. Might take them up on they offer if you don’t hurry up-“
 
Kiara stopped herself the moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, the gurgling of her stomach the only thing breaking the now deadly silence that filled the room as something outside completely drew her attention to it.
 
“Tiān nâ…”, she said to herself in shock.
“What is that?”
 
A stray glance at the camera in her hand made Kiara suddenly remember she was on stream, so to let the viewers maybe answer some questions she had, she flipped the camera around and gave folks watching Minx’s stream of the giant blue thing currently taking up space in the backyard.
 
At well over ten feet tall, it was hard for whatever it was not to catch the eye, certainly aided in that manner by the two prominent breasts the size of Volkswagen Beetles hanging from its front.
 
Well, that and the ridiculous amount of gas spewing out of it too, as whatever it was had managed to let out at least a couple body-shaking belches into the air before Kiara had even opened the back door.
 
Come to think of it, the curves, the gas, and the fact that whatever it was had a steamy blue substance pouring out of its nipples at a pretty intense rate led Kiara to realize just what it was that was standing before her.
 
A blueberry.
 
Not the actual fruit itself, but somebody cursed BY the fruit to become a juice-filled blimp version of their usual self, usually via novelty food products like the sodas and gums that came from brands like Wonka or Sweet Release, Inc.
 
She’d seen folks online try “taking the Beauregarde challenge”, knowing damn well that they’d be blowing up into gigantic juice blimps (some quite literally bursting at the seams in the process), but to see one of these food girls this close in real life was… jarring, to say the least.
 
“Minx?”, she whispered aloud, only to be met with a remarkably loud-
 
*BUUOOORRRRP*
 
-that echoed throughout the sky and literally made Kiara stop in her tracks.
 
She’d never been shy of ANY girl’s burps before (much less the many that she herself would let out on the daily), but hearing the guttural belches being blown out of that blueberry was something of legend.
 
With remarkable caution, Kiara approached the shapely blue orb, enamored by the sheer MASS of the boobs that hung in front of her before a distinct churning could be heard from deeper inside of it.
 
Kiara pressed her ear up against its side, her own prey-stuffed stomach pressing lightly into the immobile gas bag’s blue flesh as she listened in on the machinations of the juice that flowed throughout the giant blueberry before a familiar voice called from above.
 
“Ugh…”, the voice groaned.
“Kiara?”
 
Kiara stepped back, stunned.
 
“Oh my god…”, she said to herself before calling aloud.
“Minx?!”
 
“Hello, Ki- *BEURP* -ara.”, that signature Irish voice said a few feet above her.
 
“Minx!”, Kiara said excitedly.
“How you get all the way up there?”
 
“I dunno, Kiara. Fuckin’ what-“, Minx replied before being cut off by another belch.
“What do you THINK happened?”
 
“Uh…”, Kiara hummed in thought, her stomach letting out an audible groan before she, herself, burped and continued.
“You ate a stick of gum?”
 
“Yup.”, Minx replied.
“Went out here just to chew in peace before that stupid fuck- *URP* -king delivery driver I ate for lunch kicked me in just the right place to make me swallow my gum an now here we are.”
 
“Wow.”, Kiara said in amazement.
“One stick do all THAT?”
 
“What the- Do I look like the fucking que- *UURRP* -queen of all things blueberry or something?”, Minx yelled in that all-too familiar tone of confused anger.
“How am I supposed to kno- *UORP* -ow that?”
 
“To be honest, you kinda do look very queenly right now.”, Kiara said with a giggle.
 
“Oh, ha ha; very f- *EUURRP* -funny, Kiara.”, the fruit said sarcastically.
“Next you’re gonna tell me I need to- *BEURP* -use your face as my- *BURP* -king throne.”
 
“I think you’d kill somebody, sitting on their face…”, Kiara replied, a stray burp from digesting her prey bringing her closer to Minx in a way.
“Berry or not.”
 
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”, Minx said with a snide laugh before the ding of a donation from beneath her made her realize something.
“Wait, are you fuckin’ stre- *EURP* -eamin’ this right now?”
 
“Of course!”, Kiara said cheerily.
“I didn’t know where you were, so I brought the-“
 
Another earth-quaking burp from Minx cut her off before she could finish; regardless, she pressed on.
 
“Camera down.”, Kiara finished before bringing the camera up to her face, getting as much of Minx in the frame as possible.
“Guys, type one in the chat if you like big, blue Minx boobies.”
 
The giant Irishwoman audibly groaned before burping at hearing Kiara’s request, picturing in her mind the thousands of 1’s that were being flung into the chat while she simply sat there and let people ogle her.
 
Ridiculous…
 
“Minx! Say something!”, Kiara pestered.
“Say hi.”
 
“Hello, chat.”, Minx said, the exhaustion of being so large obvious in her voice.
“Hope ya don’t m- *EURP* -mind me bein’ away from the keyboard for a b- *BURP* -bit. Also hope the fuckin’ Twi- *URP* -itch mods don’t mind me having me girlies out like this; like to see THEM trying to cover- *EUURRP* -up a chest that’s bigger than a fuckin’ car whilst they’re turning into a god damn juice balloon…”
 
“Since when have boobies ever been a problem?”, Kiara said with a few affirmative slaps to Minx’s boob.
 
“Since I stopped being able to cover them, you fuck-“, Minx cursed before another body-shaking burp stopped her from slinging more insults.
 
“Well, why don’t you just try going back inside?”, suggested the one woman standing outside that could actually fit inside of a house.
 
“Wha- If I tried going back inside right now, I’d be splat- *URP* -splattered all over the fuckin’ house!”, yelled the blueberry.
“Trying to squeeze me fat, blueberry arse back through the door and all that. Pop- *BEURP* -pop like I was some kinda fuckin’ moron.”
 
“Ha ha! Don’t be silly, Minx!”, Kiara giggled.
“Your ass is already fat.”
 
“Wha- Have you seen the size a me?! You don’t think me arse got bigger?”, Minx yelled in confusion.
“Here. Let me… Ungh! Show you…”
 
Kiara took a few steps back as she felt Minx begin to push against her somehow; like literally watching a mountain move itself across the land, the smaller streamer watched in otherworldly amazement as the berry girl shift her weight from side to side, stopping after every “step” or two to burp and grow even larger as she finally managed to turn at a ninety degree angle, showing off the perfectly smooth, jiggly blueberry butt that towered above her friend.
 
“Look at that!”, Kiara said in amazement.
“Minx! I bet you, this butt is bigger than Ninki Minjaj!”
 
Minx groaned.
 
“Is Nicki Minaj, Kiara.”, she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Look it up.”
 
As much “fun” as the two girls were having examining Minx’s new form, the slam of the back door signaled the arrival of two new streamers on the scene: Alexandra Botez and her younger sister Andrea, competitive chess champions and streamers in their own right, striding their way out to Kiara and Minx with their stomach similarly bloated with the writhing forms of their game’s last losers.
 
“Hey, can you guys keep it down out here?”, Andrea groaned.
 
“Yeah! We’re trying to-“, Alex continued before a crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-cut her off mid-sentence.
“We’re trying to beat some losers at chess…”
 
The two girls stopped simultaneously upon noticing the dozen-foot fruit blimp Kiara was standing next to; unlike Kiara, though, the both of them were able to recognize a living juice factory like that was human almost immediately.
 
“Who the hell is that?”, Andrea asked.
 
“Is Minx!”, Kiara said excitedly.
“She turned herself into a blueberry on accident and now she stuck like this.”
 
“Hey! I am not stu- *UUURRRP* -uck like this.”, Minx yelled with a burp.
“I can move around just… fine…”
 
Just like before, the eleven-foot Irishwoman tried her hardest to demonstrate her mobility, using all of her juice-filled might to rock her body back and forth to look as though she didn’t have several tons of pulp weighing her down at the moment; fortunately for her, she actually did manage to get a few earth-shaking steps in.
 
That feeling of victory didn’t last long, however, as all that movement within her blueberry body unleashed a massive-
 
*BEEUUUOOOORRRRRP*
 
-from inside her, stopping her dead in her tracks and causing her to inflate once more, leaking even more juice from her nipples onto the lawn much to the Botez sisters’ delight.
 
“Oh my GOD, Minx!”, Alexandra exclaimed.
“How’s it feel to be a big, fat BLIMP?! Betcha it’s not too different from how you USUALLY are, huh?”
 
“Yeah!”, followed Andrea.
“Betcha feel ready to POP any second now, don’t ya?”
 
The words hitting Minx’s ears managed to slice through the constant groaning and gurgling happening in her body like a knife sliced through butter, so of course it didn’t take long for Minx to think up an evil, evil plan in her juice-fueled brain.
 
Feeling another belch bubbling up towards her throat, she held it in and forced it back down with the trademark throat strength of a pred, only riling up her insides even more.
 
“Hnngh! I don’t know.”, Minx said, holding back another bout of expansion as best she could.
“Why don’t… you ask… yerself…”
 
The sisters’ laughs steadily began to fade away as, before their eyes, the humongous berry girl in front of them managed to turn herself around with one earthquaking stomp at a time, eventually showing off the big, blue ass she’d promised to show Kiara a bit ago.
 
Unlike then, she had a PURPOSE for showing it now.
 
Before any of the girls could offer a retort to seeing the largest ass any of them had seen in person up until that point, a loud growl emanated from within the blueberry before them; the calm before the literal storm that was about to follow in three…
 
Two…
 
One…
 
*FRRRRT*
 
A bassy blue fart blew out of the fruit girl’s butt with the strength of a hurricane, forcing the other three women standing by to dig their heels into the ground as best they could do as not to wind up on their own asses as a result of the hot, humid, mildly fruit-scented wind blowing them back.
 
Kiara’s camera, however, was not as lucky.
 
Flying out of Kiara’s hand as if it were made of paper, the device bounded onto the bare concrete of the backyard walkway and broke almost immediately, leaving Minx’s chat with a still frame of their favorite streamer’s bloated form amongst a breeze of purple haze before cutting the stream off completely.
 
After nearly a minute of the ass blast coming close to tearing the house down, the gust finally came to a stop just as suddenly as it began, leaving Minx looking a hell of a lot smaller (still gigantic, of course, but still) and the other three girls in the center of a now massive divot in the lawn, with Kiara being the first one to recover.
 
“Woah…”, she said in a daze as she stumbled back onto her feet.
“That was crazy, Minx.”
 
“Crazy?!”, Minx replied.
“It wasn’t supposed to be “crazy”, Kiara! It was supposed to fu- *UURRP* -fuckin’ kill ya.”
 
“What?!”, Kiara yelled in shock.
 
“Well, not YOU, Kiara.”, the blueberry corrected with another earthquaking step, burping again as the jostling of her body caused her to grow once more.
“Talk- *BEURP* -I’m talking about those two little chess club losers behind ya.”
 
Kiara looked behind her just to see who Minx was talking about, just in time to see Alex and Andrea picking themselves up off the ground.
 
“Ugh…”, Andrea groaned.
“What the fuck was that?”
 
“Yeah…”, her sister replied.
“I…”
 
Before she could finish her sentence, a crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-erupted from between her lips; not an unusual thing for a pred like her to do, but this one felt… different, somehow.
 
“What was tha- *UURRP* -at?”, asked Andrea before clutching her hands around her mouth.
 
“What-“, Alex continued before being stopped by yet another burp.
 
By the time both girls had their hands over their mouths in surprise (muffling the gas that continued pumping through their systems), Minx already had a grin spreading across her face that might just make the devil himself jealous.
 
It was only after the sisters lowered their hands from their faces that everyone understood what was going on.
 
Alex and Andrea’s noses had turned completely…
 
“Blue!”, they said in sync as the only spot on their skin soon traveled across their faces before their very eyes.
 
Within seconds, the blue was spreading down their bodies like ice across water, making every inch of them the same shade as Minx before finalizing their makeover by crawling across their bulbous stomachs.
 
By the time the dark sheen finally covered their whole bodies, the expansion had already begun.
 
Their clothes tore into shreds, limbs disappeared into their inflating bodies; every inch of their bodies began to fill with a dark blue juice, making them incredibly hot, incredibly gassy…
 
And very, VERY panicked.
 
“Oh my God.”, Andrea exclaimed.
“Oh my Go- *UORP* -od!”
 
“Minx, make it st- *EURP* -make it stop. Please…”, Alexandra begged, clawing at Minx’s juice-filled form as best she could before she became too round to do so.
 
“Ah ah! Sorry; no can d- *URP* -do.”, Minx said affirmatively, raising her head to the sky as best she could just for emphasis.
“Maybe next time, you and Andrea won’t- *BEURP -be such a fuckin’ nuisance.”
 
“But I hate this!”, Alexandra cried, a “small” blueberry fart forcing itself out of her backside as she tried not to cross her eyes in pleasure from the feeling.
 
“Alex, stop being obn- *UURRP* -xious.”, Andrea said with a pathetic waddle towards her sister.
“We need to call a fucking doctor.”
 
“Oh!”, groaned the elder Botez.
“Bite me!”
 
Before Kiara could even attempt to stop the two sisters from bickering, a loud belch from Minx echoed throughout the sky, leaving all three girls silent save for the incessant gurgling going on within their bodies.
 
“Ya know, I hadn’t tho- *EURP* -ought about that before. About… biting you…”, Minx said calmly before rocking herself back and forth.
“But now that you said it…”
 
With a great thud, the biggest berry girl landed chest first onto the ground, juice splurting everywhere as her eyes looked at Alexandra like a big cat’s, primed for the hunt.
 
“I think I just might!”
 
Before the helpless berry girl could do anything to stop it, Minx bit down on Alex’s hair with her teeth and used the weight of her ass to lift her back up onto her feet, dragging a screaming and burping Alexandra up with her.
 
Andrea and Kiara simply stood in amazement at the sight, one berry girl stacked atop another one as both continued to grow beyond either one’s control.
 
And then Alex’s screams began to get muffled, replaced with the undeniable sound of somebody chowing down on mouthfuls of food.
 
“Oh my God…”, Andrea said aloud once she realized what was happening.
“Alex!”
 
To be fair, Kiara had lived the past few years around so many pred women of the streaming world, seeing somebody devour another person whole was almost akin to drinking water at this point.
 
Seeing the rotund Alexandra Botez descend into Minx’s mouth from above, though?
 
That was definitely a new one.
 
Bigger and bigger, Alexandra became atop Minx’s form, looking more and more difficult to swallow despite how easy Minx was making it look from where her sister and Kiara were standing.
 
Before long, only the bottom half of the berry girl remained, her pearly white sneakers fluttering about atop her dark blue form before they, too, vanished between the lips of an INCREDIBLY stuffed Irish blueberry.
 
“Holy shit.”, Kiara said aloud before another loud belch from Minx capped off what was maybe the most impressive meal she’d seen somebody eat in MONTHS.
 
“FUCK, she tasted good.”, the predatory berry proclaimed as she felt a very different kind of expansion happening inside of her.
“Oop! Can feel her about ready to p- *EURP* -pop in me stomach. Here it comes…”
 
While Andrea and Kiara had little idea as to what Minx was talking about, inside, Alexandra was drowning in juice, hastening her growth so much so that, after less than a minute inside the superior fruit, she burst at the seams, immediately dissolving into more juice that quickly got to work spreading throughout Minx’s body.
 
An evil grin spread across Minx’s face as the berry balloon inside of her forced that dark blue liquid flowing through her veins to ooze out from between her teeth, running down her body and dripping onto the ground, sizzling.
 
“Oh, yeah!”, she cooed.
“God, I could get used to tha-“
 
Her moment of triumph was short lived, however, as with another loud-
 
*HUUOOOORRRP*
 
-that cut her off mid-sentence, Minx began to expand.
 
Much, MUCH faster than she had within the last hour or so.
 
“Oh, god damn- *BUORRP* -damn it.”, groaned the berry girl.
“Fuckin’ thought I was big enough already. Guess no- *UUUURRRP* -not.”
 
While Kiara was smart enough to take a few steps back once Minx started growing nearly a foot a minute, the last living Botez girl had no choice but to simply lie still and let it happen, her own expansion leaving her powerless as Minx’s body steadily pushed her out of the way with its girth.
 
“Kiara-“, Minx yelled before another prolonged burp cut her off mid-sentence.
 
“Yeah?”, Kiara yelled back, taking a few more steps back once a decorative umbrella came crashing to the ground and crumpled underneath Minx’s girth.
 
“What’s that little b- *UURRP* -itch Andrea doing down there?”, Minx asked.
“Can’t see much past me own tits right now…”
 
“She doing okay.”, Kiara said curiously before leaning down and talking to the smaller berry currently rolling about on her side at the moment.
“How about it, Andrea? How you feel being a blueberry? I think it suits you, hehe!”
 
Unlike Minx or Alexandra before her, it was clear that Andrea’s growth was having quite a bit of bearing on her ability to speak, leaving her to let out nothing but muffled cries for help between her juice-filled cheeks as she felt herself grow wider.
 
That was until she felt a single point of resistance in her growth: a lawn chair, previously a comfort spot for the streamers while relaxing in their backyard, now jammed itself into her side, pushing deeper and deeper into her steadily inflating body until she hit it.
 
The breaking point.
 
With little more than a muffled cry of despair, Andrea Botez burst like a water balloon for all to see, splattering Minx, Kiara and most of the backyard in a thick, dark blue paste that still bubbled and steamed as it sat in the warm afternoon air.
 
An otherwise grim sight made all the more twisted by Minx’s uproarious laughter.
 
“And THAT’S what you get for calling fat, you fu- *UORP* -uck!”, she said with a burp, her hands wiggling as best they could in delight as she did so.
“Betcha she’s lucky I didn’t fuckin’- *EURP* -eat her like I did her sister.”
 
Knocked to the ground once more by Andrea’s explosion, Kiara picked herself back up once more, the disgusting-
 
*SQUISH*
 
-that her hand made upon contact with the ground making her realize that she was covered in what used to be her rather tasty-looking acquaintance.
 
Her tongue rolled across her lips, the bitter taste of blueberry combining with an oh so subtle hint of human flesh bringing about a flavor that she was steadily growing VERY eager to have more of (if her growling stomach was any indication.)
 
“Mmm!”, she hummed.
“Blueberry…”
 
While Minx continued her gassy, joy-filled growth, Kiara waltzed her way over to the last berry left “standing” and, leaning her curvy form against her friend’s giant breast, began to suck from the ever-expanding teat as best she could.
 
Definitely getting said friend’s attention in the process.
 
“Hey. Hey!”, Minx barked.
“Hands off the tits, you fuck- *URP* -kin’ wench. The last thing we need’s another berry blowin’ up around here…”
 
Unbeknownst to Minx (and quite possibly Kiara, to be honest), Kiara’s superior pred genes combined with her frequent binging of the greasiest of American fast food made her immune system practically invulnerable to the same infectious juice that currently flowed through Minx’s breasts and into her.
 
A rather fortunate circumstance, given that, now that Kiara had gotten a taste…
 
She was FAR from done.
 
Gallon after gallon of the hot blue juice travelled between her lips and down her throat, melting whatever bones were left in her stomach into nothing but more juice filling up her gut like a beach ball.
 
While she’s certainly been no stranger to stuffing her body full of anything that moved (people, mostly), not even a fully grown person made themselves quite as visible in Kiara's stomach as much as all this juice did, a familiar blue sheen visible beneath the now tight layer of skin stretched thin across her gut as she finally called it quits.
 
With one last sensual lick of her lips, Kiara turned away from her juice tank of a friend and collapsed to the ground one last time, her ass cushioning the fall this time around as her distended stomach bounced and jiggled around as though it were made of jelly, shaking loose a single-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from her system as she sat and let Minx take out some built-up anger on her.
 
Not like she could actually do anything it at this rate.
 
“Kiara!”, Minx yelled.
“Kiara, when I find out how to fuckin’ fu- *EURP* -uck you up for drinkin’ from me, you’re gonna WISH I was only fuckin’ eatin’ you. You hear me?!”
 
Kiara simply groaned in response to Minx’s threats, too overburdened with the multiple gallons worth of juice stretching her stomach to its absolute limit as it tried in vain to expand her just like it did with the other three blueberries.
 
While it may not have been successful at doing that, it DID manage to have quite the effect on the streamer’s body in a VERY different way than what she was used to.
 
Kiara’s cheeks ballooned as she felt the juice rushing back up her throat and into her mouth, her predator instincts managing to keep the substance at bay just long enough for her body to find another way to get that toxic stuff out.
 
Not through her front…
 
*FRRRT*
 
But through her back.
 
Her eyes crossed as the gaseous blue breeze blew out of her ass, the thunderous feeling of her bowels quaking like this bringing out simultaneous feelings of pleasure and pain as the fart only ramped up in force the longer it went on.
 
Minx let out a quiet sigh, by far the softest noise she’d belted out in the last hour or so.
 
“And people call ME a glutton…”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One week later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
As much fun as being a gluttonous and gassy berry had turned out to be, Minx knew she had to get back to normal sooner rather than later (who’s to say how big she would’ve gotten if she didn’t), so she had Kiara make a few calls to take care of it.
 
Just a day or two later and a doctor had arrived to perform one of the most complicated blood transfusions known to the world of medical science, restoring Minx to her usual pale-skinned, purple-haired, six-foot-one self and taking every ounce of juice away from her, Kiara and the backyard for quote “further research” (whatever that meant.)
 
What the doctor DID leave, though, was a glass jar filled with the pulpy remains of Alex and Andrea, which Minx was allowed to keep on her trophy shelf along with a crude label slapped on top affectionately labeling the two former chess champions as simply the “Bitch Sisters”.
 
While it was undeniable that her new trophy made for quite the view as she laid in her queen-sized bed, being stuck with that view for days on end (per the doctor’s request) was beginning to be absolutely insufferable.
 
Lucky for her, the doctor recommended Minx get (and try not to eat) a live-in nurse to help take care of her while she’s recovering.
 
While Kiara would’ve been a prime candidate for the position, she was currently back causing chaos in her home country of Singapore, so Minx turned to the one place she could think of to look for a replacement: Twitter.
 
Fortunately for her, she had no shortage of men and women begging to take up the position.
 
Unfortunately, however, the person she’d chosen to do the job wasn’t actually that great at doing it, at least in Minx’s eyes.
 
She looked down to the nightstand on her side, her empty glass of water sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the other rubbish lying next to it.
 
“Emmy…”, Minx called, the immediate lack of response already getting on her nerves.
“Emmy…”
 
Downstairs in the kitchen, Emmy Montgomery (known to most of her friends and fans online as Negaoryx) tended to her breakfast, completely oblivious to her “patient’s” yelling upstairs.
 
Minx had caught Emmy in the middle of one of her usual week-to-month-long breaks from streaming, allowing the L.A. native to not only care for her “patient” at every hour of the day, but also to let her take some valuable time off to refresh, relax and spend her OWN free time doing fun things like playing with her pets, reading a book, or completely eviscerating another human being in order to satisfy her ravenous, borderline bottomless appetite.
 
The latter of which, she just so happened to be doing at that very moment.
 
Her stomach already full of a few dozen donuts (along with each of their respective pink boxes), Emmy slowly drizzled a bit of homemade sugar glaze over the pale leg that currently stuck out from her mouth, the warm syrup combined with the sweet meat currently running across her tongue sending shivers down her spine with every inch that disappeared down her throat.
 
When the time came to finally send her cherry-on-top down the hatch to join the rest of her morning dessert, the greedy blonde made sure to do it slowly and sensually, tasting every inch of skin that filled up her mouth before sending her second breakfast down her gullet and simply pouring the glaze she’d been holding directly onto her tongue to continue her onslaught of sweets.
 
Only for said onslaught to be stopped the moment her “patient” raised her voice.
 
“Emmy!”, Minx shouted from upstairs, causing Emmy to shut her mouth and slam the cup full of glaze down onto the table, coating her hand.
 
“Coming!”, she yelled before hopping off of her two stools and running as best she could towards Minx’s room with a stomach full of food.
 
While she was certainly no stranger to the layout of Minx’s house at this point, her sprint towards the purple-haired girl’s room was a bit more tedious this time around than usual; not because of her breakfast, of course (she ate like that every day), but because of the incredibly-worn “slip proof” socks she’d chosen to sport today caused her to slip and slide on every corner of the hardwood floors that she feasibly could.
 
Doing a lot more damage to the delivery girl melting away inside of her gut than she was actually doing to herself.
 
Every collision with the wall or the floor only to served to break down the poor girl even more than she already seemingly was when she showed up at Minx’s door; Emmy wasn’t sure what kind of food delivery service would send somebody out with a cast over their leg and a finger or two in metal splints, but she was never one to complain about easy prey.
 
“Sorry!”, Emmy said quietly to the slurry of meat and broken bones sloshing about in her stomach as she banged belly first into another wall, knocking a framed picture off the wall which she quickly caught and delicately put back before continuing.
 
As much as she would like to deny it, it was clear to anyone with eyes that the fairly pretty Asian girl that Emmy had swallowed was long gone by the time the streamer had actually gotten to Minx’s room, if the stray skull getting smashed against the doorframe back into the dark recesses of her stomach was any indication.
 
“I’m here.”, Emmy said, clearly out-of-breath.
“What do you need?”
 
Minx looked over the quarter ton woman she’d asked to be her caretaker; even without her reading glasses on, it was clear that Emmy had been through an ordeal to get up here, drops of sweat already dripping down from her pixie cut as she leaned against the doorframe.
 
“What…”, Minx said exhaustedly.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
 
“What do you mean?”, Emmy said back with a shrug of her shoulders.
“I just had breakfast.”
 
Minx looked over Emmy once more, the pale stomach that stuck out from her middle nearly reaching the floor with its heft being the obvious standout.
 
“Breakfast, huh?”, she asked.
“Reckon that cost you quite a bit.”
 
“Mmm, not much.”, Emmy replied, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“Was just a couple donuts.”
 
“A couple?!”, Minx said with a laugh.
“That doesn’t look like a couple to me.”
 
“Well, you’re sick.”, Emmy said back, matter-of-factly.
“Things look different when you’re not feeling well.”
 
While Minx could admit that her head wasn’t in the greatest of states the last couple days (having fruit juice literally replacing the blood flowing through your brain tended to do that to most people), something still wasn’t adding up.
 
“Hang on a second…”, Minx said, sitting up in bed before continuing.
“Didn’t you say you left your purse at home this morning?”
 
“Yes…”, Emmy said back, already nervous about where Minx was going with this.
 
“So if you left your cards at home…”, Minx reasoned.
“Then who’s card did ya use to pay for all a that?”
 
A nervous smile crept across Emmy’s face as Minx lazily pointed a finger towards her stomach.
 
Talk about getting caught red handed.
 
“Hehe…”, she said with a chuckle.
 
“Why, you no-good, double-crossing, money-stealing, back-stabbing bi-“, Minx growled as she rose up from her bed, only to be stopped once she sat up by a stinging pain in her side.
 
“Hey, hey, hey, hey! Relax!”, Emmy exclaimed as she gently helped Minx back down, her melon-sized breasts pressing against Minx’s chest doing wonders in terms of comfort.
“The doctor said you still needed a few more days in bed before you’re healthy enough to get back on your feet, so just lie back, rela- *UORP* -ax, ugh, and let me get whatever you need me to get, okay?”
 
As angry as Minx was, Emmy’s calm tone managed to ease her tensions a bit more than she thought it would.
 
“I ate a lot of people to get those cards, ya know.”, she said as she lied back down in bed.
 
“Oh, Minx! I’m sure you did…”, Emmy agreed.
“I promise I’ll- *BEURP* -ugh, give you a couple credit cards of mine whenever I get back to my place later today, okay?”
 
Minx grumbled to herself as she made herself a bit more comfy, her anger obvious to Emmy in spite of nothing understandable actually being said.
 
“Aw!”, Emmy cooed.
“Does Minxy want some milky to make her feel better?”
 
“Ugh! For the last time, I don’t want to drink your stupid vegan milk.”, barked the girl in the bed.
“Made me farty as FUCK the last time I had it.”
 
“Oh, but Minx! I already took off my shirt!”, Emmy complained, slinging her t-shirt off to the floor and showing off every inch of her doughy top half in the process.
“Minxy, you KNOW how much work it is to get that thing back on!”
 
“Don’t you “Minxy” me, you fat fucking sweet freak.”, Minx said as she turned to face her nuisance while still lying down.
“I’d sooner swallow a fuckin’ trash can than have you try breastfeedin’ me again-“
 
Before the purple-haired Irishwoman could even finish her sentence, a hand was against the back of her head and her face was pressed up against the bare bosom of her caretaker.
 
Barely a squeeze was needed before milk began pouring out of Emmy’s breasts and down Minx’s throat, the sickeningly sweet dairy already forming a pit in the bottom of her stomach as she bitterly kept swallowing just to avoid drowning in the stuff.
 
“Oops! My bad.”, Emmy said with another shrug of her shoulders.
“Heard you say “swallow”, so I figured you wanted me to do it. No hard feelings, right?”
 
Minx let out muffled protests as she continued to gulp down mouthful after mouthful; as much as she wanted to STRANGLE Emmy right now, she WAS her only help at home for the next few days…
 
That and her milk was INCREDIBLY delicious, but that was just a side thing.
 
Even if she would never admit, it was clear to Emmy that Minx was enjoying this impromptu milking session much more than she was letting on, her stomach steadily inflating from a basketball in girth to something more akin to a beach ball.
 
“Whew! You’re getting big!”, Emmy exclaimed, slapping her “friend’s” belly to distract from the fact that Minx’s mouth felt like MAGIC on her tits right now.
“Save a little bit for me, why don’t ya?”
 
The hateful look that pierced into Emmy’s eyes upon saying that gave her the impression that now might not be the best time for quips.
 
Not soon after that, Emmy pulled Minx by the hair away from her breast, milk still dripping from her chin as she breathed heavily while looking into her feeder’s eyes.
 
“There we go.”, Emmy said cheerfully.
“Feel better now?”
 
Without even bothering to answer beyond a death glare, the stuffed streamer grabbed Emmy by the shoulders and unleashed a brutish-
 
*BUUOOOORRRRRP*
 
-directly into her face, assaulting her senses with the intense heat of Minx’s stomach and the awful smell of curdled milk and rotten flesh combined (only mildly counteracted with the sweet, cake frosting scent her own milk brought to the table.)
 
“Does that-“, Minx asked before Emmy back in and gifting her with another toxic belch.
“That fuckin’ look better to you?”
 
Despite the tubby tomboy literally being on the verge of tears from such a shock to her system, the feint scent of her own breastmilk still lingering in her nose couldn’t help but make her feel a bit guilty for stuffing Minx like that (at least without a warning), so she replied with as much grace as she could muster.
 
“Like a million bucks…”, she said tearfully, wiping what melted eyeshadow she could off her face as she did so.
 
As much as Minx hated to admit it, Emmy’s persistence in spite of the chemical weapon she’d been thrown just now was admirable enough to let her off the hook “easy” this time, shoving her towards the door and leaving herself with the feeling of Emmy’s “vegan” diet already laying waste to her body.
 
“Ugh! *BUORP* Fuckin’ disgu- *URP* -sting…”, Minx said lying back in bed, a stray whiff of her own breath drawing an oddly familiar flavor back into memory.
“Did you eat a fucking cat or something?”
 
Emmy stopped in her tracks, audibly gasping as she turned around to face her accuser.
 
“Minx!”, she exclaimed in surprise, her hand delicately touching her chest for emphasis.
 
“Hey, no pressure from me!”, Minx replied.
“When you’re hungry, you’re hungry. Me and Emma- Emma *EURP* Langevin, I mean, have eaten PLENTY of an- *BUUOORRP* -animals before…”
 
“To think that I would EVER do that to a cute wittle animal like that!”
“I honestly thought you’d have a little bit more respect than that, but I guess not.”
 
Emmy crossed her arms and slammed them down atop her stomach to give her statement a bit of authority, unintentionally shoving a loud-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-up and out of her throat, sending with it one of the metal finger braces her breakfast had been sporting along with a distinctively blue collar, too small to fit anything beyond a Chihuahua if it belonged to a dog.
 
A cat, however…
 
“Mind explaining this then?”, Minx asked as she swung the collar about in her hand.
 
“Uh… Boy, how did THAT get in there? Hehe…”, Emmy said with a nervous grin before leaning over towards Minx’s nightstand.
“Why don’t I just get you that water now?”
 
“Don’t let me stop you.”, Minx replied.
“From getting me water OR from the cat killing.”
 
“Oh! You don’t have to bring it up so much, okay?”, Emmy said in a whisper.
“Every time I eat ONE little animal, I swear my cat Orchid just gives me death glares for the whole day.”
 
“Hateful glares aren’t fun?”, Minx asked sarcastically.
 
“They are at times.”, Emmy admitted.
“NEVER from Orchid, though.”
 
“If it’s so much of a problem, why don’t you just stop eating pets?”, Minx said with a shrug.
“Better yet, eat yer own-“
 
“I’m not listening! La la la la la!”, Emmy blurted out with her fingers in her ears, quickly grabbing Minx’s glass and making her way towards the exit.
“I’m gonna get you your water now. Bye! La la la!”
 
With a slam of the door, Emmy was gone, leaving Minx to her own devices as, just like she predicted, the massive amounts of “vegan” milk stewing about in her belly caused a disgusting green-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-to billow out from beneath her blubbery ass.
 
Much more familiar with this kind of gaseous eruption (given that she ate people nearly every day when she was actually healthy), Minx simply groaned as she laid back in bed and pulled out her phone, her farts lifting up the bedsheets behind her as she looked through her emails and found the receipt for the original purchase of the gum that’d put her in the very position she was at now.
 
Despite all the personal injury that had befallen both her and the Botez sisters after “the blueberry incident”, everyone’s streams that day had been met with near universal acclaim from fans and fellow streamers alike, with various clips being shared across the internet and attracting all kinds of attention, both good and bad.
 
Lucky for Minx, though, the most embarrassing clip to come out of that day was on behalf of the Botez sisters, with Andrea’s juice splattering against the bedroom window where she and her sister’s stream continued to record without them present garnering tens of thousands of likes on Reddit alone.
 
The streamer girl licked her lips upon seeing that gum again, thinking about the size, the power that she had, being a “walking”, talking, man-eating biohazard like that without any way to stop her (besides potentially bursting like a balloon, of course.)
 
She scrolled down a bit, Amazon’s “Recommended” listings giving her all sorts of flavors to choose from besides the basic blueberry.
 
Cherries, pears, spearmint, bubblegum…
 
A subtle grin appeared on her face as she moved God knows how many to her shopping cart.
 
“Aaand purchase.”