Your Date with Amy
 
 
Though to any onlooker you'd appear to have been browsing your phone for the last ten minutes or so, the truth was that you'd barely so much as scrolled through the screen at all. Ever since you'd arrived at the date location you had agreed on it was all you could do to contain your excitement as you gazed over the pictures of your awaited date again and again while fervently hoping that you hadn't fallen for a catfish scam that was too good to be true. So consumed with nervous excitement were you that you didn't even notice that said date had arrived until she was speaking right next to you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"You're here already cutie? I figured that with legs as short as yours you'd take forever to get anywhere compared to me."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yours eyes change direction to the person who spoke to you just now as you gaze forward... only to see that you were staring square at a waist that would not quit as it stretched out to the horizon of your vision on both ends. She didn't make for only a horizontal sight either as you turned your head up and up and up, your eyes trailing up a body sculpted in the image of sensual perfection.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Towering over you as you both wait at the restaurant's door is your date for the night. Although her tone sounded harsh just now, the mini-giantess smiles playfully at you. You smile back bashfully even as a feeling washes over you that's hard to place at first. The nearest recollection you can figure out is that maybe this is what an ancient human felt like encountering a saber tooth tiger: majestic, beautiful, and serenely terrifying.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You apologize for being so absent minded and she just chuckles. Truth is, you're nervous out of your wits, for this is your first time going out with this bombshell of a woman.
 
 
 
You cast a glance at her as you both stroll towards the restaurant door and your heart almost skips a beat. The brown-skinned, black-haired goth is easily the hottest woman you've ever seen, even though she isn't exactly human. If being in the ballpark of three meters tall wasn't enough of a giveaway, your date's reptilian eyes and thick crocodilian tail showed her true nature. Needless to say that the smile she gave you just now showed two rows of sharp teeth, but you couldn't pretend that being a demi Egyptian crocodile was a deal-breaker to you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
In fact, you still have no idea how you ended up going on a dinner date with such a radically drop-dead hot chick. Ammit (or Amy, as most people know her) wasn't even a close friend of yours before she asked you out. She was a friend of a friend at best, one who you barely interacted with until a certain boring party where you two started chatting. Most women would probably be way more scrupulous in their approach and beat around the bush, but Amy, always straightforward, practically pressured you into asking her out for dinner.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And here you are now, about to enter the fanciest and most expensive restaurant you know with your unexpected date in an attempt to impress her with your sauve knowledge of high culture and the proper French pronunciation of overpriced dishes. Sadly, you forgot to tell Amy where you were going to take her, so she wasn't exactly dressed in the most appropriate way for the occasion. Thinking about it, you're not so sure Amy would have dressed herself any other way even if you had told her.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sporting a leather jacket, pants, boots and a simple shirt, the crocodile girl looked great even if she wasn't wearing anything fancy and formal, or maybe precisely because of that. Her shirt didn't even come close to covering her entire torso to the point that you often found your gaze lost at Amy's exposed bellybutton, and it had a cleavage that gave a generous view of the upper part of her large breasts, and it's size guaranteed an even more generous underboob view. Equally remarkable was the way her pants managed to cover your date's wide hips and backside, a feat that showed the competence of the people in the demi human clothing industry.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Trying to be polite, you rush awkwardly to open the restaurant door for your date, but Amy just stares blankly at the door. At first you don't understand, but looking at the door yourself, you're able to see what is wrong with it: it wasn't exactly made with people the size of your date in mind. It was frequented almost exclusively by humans and considering it's recurrent, rich clientele, the people who ran the place never had any plans of adding monster-girls to their roster of patrons.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The realization makes you start to sweat. How come you didn't think of it before? You're about to apologize when you see Amy shrug and bend herself down before crossing under the door with surprising ease which makes it clear that she was used to passing through apertures unkind to her physique. You sigh in relief as you follow her. In the end, it was no big deal. You toss another careful look at Amy but she doesn't appear to be mad. If anything, she's in a particularly good mood.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Looking around the place, it's rather packed tonight, even more so than usual. Most tables are full and you can hear bits and pieces of snobby chit-chat and what sounds like a competition of who has the most stuck up laugh.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Darling, you MUST have taste of the..." You hear a busty woman in an expensive dress tell someone, but her words are cut off by ones from another table.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"...but you know James lacks the talent for golf, although the old boy is always trying to..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"The wine here is quite exquisite, so do apologize me if I drink a little more than I should. God, it's hot here..." A sweating cow of a rich lady said to a friend while fanning her large cleavage with the menu, her cheeks already getting rosy from the wine.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Was that a muffled belch I heard just now, miss?! How so very unladylike! Don't you know that..." In another table, a voluptuous blonde MILF was lecturing a younger woman surprisingly similar to herself, if a little less shapely. The younger woman was looking down in  what could only be shame, but with hints of boredom and absent-mindedness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You were usually used to this type of talk or behavior but for some reason, having Amy by your side now makes you feel somewhat repulsed by those people's superficial babble. Or are you just trying to emulate what Amy herself must be feeling right now, you ask yourself? Anyway, paying attention to the other patrons isn't in your plans tonight: you only have eyes for your crocodilian date.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But only a few steps in the loud conversations abruptly stop, and you feel every eye in the restaurant turning towards you. Actually, you now realize, towards your date. At first you think they're just surprised by the sudden entrance of this large, if sexy, woman. The look on their faces tells it isn't a case of simple curiosity though: some patrons look afraid, others look perplexed, but most simply look disdainful.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Huh. So those rich people really weren't too keen on monster girls. You start blushing out of sudden anger and discomfort, terrified of the prospect of anyone making some snide remark to your date when all you want is to impress her, but looking at Amy she doesn't appear uncomfortable at all.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Her captivating eyes are slowly scanning through the entire place, barely paying attention to the inhospitable glances and looks the patrons, mostly women, are giving her. She grins and gulps some saliva. Was her mouth watering just now? You can't really tell.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙇
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A loud, sudden noise almost makes you jump out of your shoes. It's nearness shows it could only have come from one place, and it was Amy's belly. The sound of her stomach rumbling, roaring like its own separate giant reptile.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Find us a table, will ya? I'm staaaarving..." Your date says, smoothly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Not wanting to disappoint, you look around for the table you reserved for the two of you, which happens to be the one nearest to the establishment's door. You lose no time showing your politeness by pulling a chair for your date.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Well, thank you," Amy smirks, pulling another chair besides the one you pulled yourself. "But it looks like these chairs are really frail, so I think I'll have two of them,"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You apologize for your oversight, but Amy just brushes it off. You thank the Heavens she's so chill about your blunders and general awkwardness. The picture of her you had in your mind had a shorter fuse, but maybe she's just in a surprisingly good mood tonight. You blush, wondering if it is because of your company.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You're about to start some conversation with Amy, but she's eagerly analysing the menu, her eyes shining a bit. Remembering how hungry your date's growling stomach sounded moments ago, you look around for a waiter only to see a waitress already approaching your table, although shyly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"G-Good evening, can I help you with anything?" A rather voluptuous waitress with her hair on a bun and wearing the usual uniform of the place asks in a manner less polite than usual. She's casting uncomfortable glances at Amy, who's clearly noticing it too. But your date just smiles.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Huh, this menu is all in french. Can't understand a damn thing. Guess I'll want to have everything on it, then," Your date says, to your shock and surprise.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"W-What?" The waitress' eyes are quickly going to you then to Amy, then back to you. "You mean, everything?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Did I stutter?" Amy raises an eyebrow and stares at the waitress in a manner that makes her gulp and start sweating. "Just bring me the whole menu, and I'll eat it all."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"S-Sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean any disrespect," The nervous waitress turns her pleading eyes to you, as if she's asking if that's really okay.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You're left speechless for a moment. The fact that Amy eats more than a regular human does isn't surprising at all, considering her size and all, but still... this place's menu is quite extensive, and the food is far from cheap. You're grateful that your bank account can probably handle your date's demands if you go easy yourself... maybe. Now is no time to act like a penny-pincher: you came to this place prepared to pay for Amy's food and you have no intention on going back on your word.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Telling yourself that it's all worth it to if it will help to impress Amy, you take a deep breath and tell the waitress that it's alright, then tell her what you'll have yourself: just a salad. Then you inform her you and your date will have some wine to start before she rushes away so quickly she almost trips over herself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Measuring your words to avoid sounding judgemental, you ask Amy if she's really alright eating everything, and if she won't be sick.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, don't worry your cute little head over it," She tells you with a sharp grin and already-watering mouth. "I've eaten meals far bigger than that. You probably wouldn't even believe it if I told you how much bigger."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Her darkly sardonic tone of voice clearly has a hinting quality about it, and it reminds you how your friend who was friends with Amy implied that the croc-gal was a predator. For how obvious this fact was, it only started sounding real for you now. There had been times before when you saw Amy walking around with her belly curiously enlarged, but you never payed much attention to it. Now that all the pieces of evidence were forming a single picture, you put the blame of your innocence regarding preds to your lack of experience with them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"You're redder than a tomato cutie," Amy smirks as she speaks matter-of-factly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You apologize and tells you're just feeling a bit hot, but the truth is that now that you see your date as predator, several thoughts are flooding your head. What will happen if she's still hungry by the time she finishes eating the place's entire menu? You heard before that predators usually favor shapely people as meals, and considering the number of sexy ladies amongst the patron's and in the staff itself, a scenario where Amy ended up satisfying her gluttony by gorging herself with the people inside the restaurant wasn't impossible.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
While it would be quite the show to watch such a sexy predator in action, it would surely ruin the romantic mood you are aiming for with this first date, plus lead to some unpleasantness with the restaurant. But you tell yourself there's no way Amy will still be hungry after eating all the food she ordered. You're just worrying yourself over nothing, right?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Relieved, you get a little more confident and start chatting with your date, just like in the party in which you asked her out. You talk about common acquaintances, favorite places in the city and music, but eventually it becomes clear that Amy isn't paying attention anymore, her hunger growing as you both await for your food.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You stop pestering her as you start looking around the restaurant to kill the boredom and your own hunger. Suddenly your gaze stops at two figures across the floor looking at your table. It's the waitress from before, who's nervously pointing at your direction and a busty woman wearing white chef's clothes. You obviously can't hear what they're talking about, but you assume Amy's order is causing a bit of mayhem in the kitchen. The look in the female chef's face starts confused, then she looks at Amy and a semblance of understanding comes over her.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The chef sighs and shrugs, then returns to the kitchen in acceptance. Looks like there's no rule against ordering the entire menu, big as it was, as long as the food was paid for in the end. You don't even want to think about the bill, but you tell yourself once again it'll all be worth it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As expected, it takes some time before your food starts being brought to the table. By now you're really worried, since Amy has been hungrily eyeing a buxom patron from a table nearby for some time, but luckily the smell of the food arriving takes her attention back to less shocking repasts.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The table is completely covered in dishes and trays, and one of the several puzzled and amazed waitresses who brought them explains that this is but part of the menu, and that more food would be brought soon if (Amy seemed offended by the use of this word instead of "when") the food already in the table was ever finished.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Here's your salad," The nervous waitress from before gives you your order, which you have to place onto your lap, there being no more space on the table. The waitress looks at you almost pitifully before offering you some delicious olive oil to go along with your salad. "B-Bon appétit."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The food had barely been ten seconds on the table before Amy started attacking it like a real crocodilian would attack it's prey, chewing and gulping loudly. You positively cannot eat your own salad, for your eyes are drawn to the frightful (and kinda hot, you can't avoid thinking) show happening across you. Your date inhales her food with such ferocious greed that you can barely see some of the dishes before they are completely demolished. You watch in awe as Amy chomps at a huge and aromatic rotisseri chicken like it was a single nugget, hardly even seeming to savour the well-seasoned dish before she swallows down the whole thing. This sight makes your body tingle and shake. You never saw such a display of primal, hedonistic ungraciousness but somehow you aren't even offended.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But she doesn't stop to take a breath after devouring the seasoned birds, large as it was, but keeps demolishing the rest of the menu. Just then you notice the waiters and waitresses from before returning, even more amazed then before.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Way to go, girl!" One says, impressed, as they all quickly start removing the plates whose only proof that they'd ever held food being a few stains.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I think that she's more monster than girl..." Another says, gulping at the sight of your date licking the plate of some unknown fancy dish after eating it with a single bite.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You also take notice of the rest the patrons, who, just like yourself, simply cannot pay attention to their own meals. Every head in the fancy restaurant is turned towards Amy, watching her with the deepest horror and most intense disgust. One patron is so red they remind you of a tomato, while another lady looks dreadfully green as she pushes her own plate aside, sickened.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Crumbs are falling on Amy's ever-expanding potbelly (her midriff was so flat before!) as her teeth make quick work of another tasty but soon unrecognizable meal. The waitresses were back with the rest of the menu and the table was filled all over again, to the point that you start to think that even Amy won't be able to scarf it all down. She takes no time to prove you wrong, practically inhaling the newly brought meals with ease and satisfaction.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Neither vegetables nor meat were spared by your hungry date, although the later seemed to be favored by her, to the point that you could hear her moaning and sighing whenever she devoured any particularly juicy carnivorous oriented dishes. Things like soups went down in the blink of an eye, and pasta was slurped loudly and quickly as if by a black hole. Another minute and Amy was smacking her lips rather crassly and putting the last empty plate back on the table.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy just let out a (rather cute) hiccup and started picking her sharp teeth with a long nail, an expression of smug triumph on her face as she grinned victoriously. Both her mouth and hands were covered in grease, but she was wiping the latter in the expensive table cloth like it was some oversized napkin, which she then used to try to clean the top of her breasts and bloated, loud belly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You had been silent all this time, but now you finally build the courage to shyly ask her if she enjoyed her dinner.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"It was alright, I guess. Had better, but had worse too," Suddenly, Amy grew silent and her eyes widened a little. There came a loud gurgly rumbling from the chest of the mini-giantess, the sound of something gastric moving upwards with unexpected speed. You know what's going to happen next, but you still aren't prepared for it. Your date hits her chest with a clenched fist and, "𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!!!" 
 
 
 
                                                                      
 
A long, earth-shaking belch escapes your date's gaping maw, the hot greasy wave of acrid air pushing you backwards in your chair with the strength of a storm as you're bombarded with dropplets of saliva and crumbs of Amy's previous feast, even though you're sitting all the way across from her. When this accidental (was it truly so? She could have turned her head aside a little to spare you from being hit point blank) gaseous attack finally ends, you have no words with which to respond. You make a mental note to bring a raincoat next time you go out with Amy, or at least an umbrella.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"God, was that MEATY!" Amy exclaims, rather proudly, before loudly chuckling. Now everybody in the whole restaurant was staring at both of you with fury and repulsion greater than ever before. There was a sort of outraged, whispered uproar all over the place as everyone started speaking up their minds.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Revolting... such an unladylike display shouldn't..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Frankly, is she a reptile or a pig? This place really has fallen from grace if people like HER frequent it now..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Not only is her attire distasteful, she also has no manners at all..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You're sure Amy hasn't noticed what the other patrons were saying about her this time, because even someone as uncaring for the opinions of others like the goth would probably be very pissed off by their unflattering comments. Thankfully, her mind seem's to be occupied by the bliss of being stuffed with a restaurant's entire menu. She's holding her potbelly firmly with both hands as she pants open mouthed, her hot breath barely visible as a form of very thin and subtle vapor.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"This must look like a shit-ton of food for ya, huh?" She smiles, the satisfaction in her voice sending more tingles all over your body. "But my belly isn't even half full. No, my stomach is used to being stretched way more than this. And you just might see how much more it can stretch tonight~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You gulp, but the nervous waitress from before is returning with two bottles of fine wine. She fills your glass for you and when she's about to fill Amy's as well, the goth snatches the bottle right out of her hands.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Thanks, I'll spare you the trouble," Having said that, the monster girl bites the bottle's neck so that her sharp teeth hooked underneath the cork's lip before she deftly popped it out and spat it away. "It's a party trick of mine. It's easier than removing some of those fucking pesky corks."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy then pours the crimson beverage down her open mouth, empying the bottle in seconds while you and the waitress watch in awe. The goth wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and lets out a small but deep burp.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Not bad. I was expecting this place to have those overly sweet wines for preppy nonces. But this one, fancy as it is, had a lot of alcohol, just the way I like it."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I-I'll call the others to take those dishes away..." The waitress turns around and is about to walk away when your date grabs her by the shoulder.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, don't hurry off like that, there's still a client to serve here!" Amy grins as she effortlessly pulls the waitress back towards her. "What's your name, mousy?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"B-Bianca..." The waitress is blushing deeply and avoiding eye-contact with the monster-girl. Oddly enough, to you she almost looks more "scaroused" than simply scared. You can’t help yourself from feeling a bit jealous of how close she is to Amy.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Bianca? Cute name. I think I had a Bianca or two before, although never one so jumpy as you." Amy is starting to stare at the waitress like she was a piece of meat in a plate, and your heart begins to race. Now you're as nervous as the poor waitress.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"W-What? Please lady, I've gotta get back..." The waitress tries to escape Amy's grip only for the crocodile woman to grab her with both hands and raise her from the floor. "L-Let me go!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"No chance, girly. I told you there's still a way you can serve me, and I think we both know how~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"N-No! Don't plea-!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
𝙂𝙐𝙇𝙋!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You gasp alongside the other patrons as Amy begins swallowing the waitress head-first, cutting her prey's scream short. She holds her voluptuous catch by the calves so the waitress isn't even able to kick the air or squirm as she's easily and uncaringly pushed down the croc's greasy gullet. Amy only prolongs the process by a few seconds, which she uses to taste her prey. You think you can see her tongue licking and playing with the waitress' breasts through her uniform.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Other than that, Ammit surprisingly makes quick work of her catch, and you can't help but think that eating humans is, to use a distasteful expression considering the situation, a piece of cake for her. You heard before that larger monster girls were capable of eating other monsters girls as large as themselves, or even larger. You blush as you think that it would be kinda hot to see Amy defeating and devouring another mini-giantess, but maybe that's asking too much for a first date.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As a large bulge finishes descending Amy's gullet and her exposed belly expands upon receiving its newest and largest meal, she sighs, satisfied. All over the place, patrons are speaking up their displeasure at what they'd just seen.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I told you it would happen sooner or later, Elizabeth. Those dreadful monster-girls just can't help themselves!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Frankly, I wouldn't care the slightest bit if that penniless waitress was eaten on the sidewalk, hopeless as her career was, but here? Surely even that brute can see how impolite it is to indulge in so vile a practice as man-eating while we try to eat more wholesome foods in peace..." A rather buxom and stately lady expresses her feelings on the matter, with surprising calmness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Overall, patrons keep talking on the matter without any immediate fear with a mix of antipathy towards Amy and contempt towards the waitress who was so "licentious as to allow herself to get eaten", as if Bianca had had any say in the matter. Amy, once again, didn't appear give a care.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Shit, if I knew the waitress was going to taste better than the fucking food I'd have eaten her first thing," Her human meal being over, Amy's attention returns to you. "I was going to ask you if you like this place because the staff is tasty, but come to think of it, you don't look like a pred yourself," She remarked casually before noticing the stunned look on your face as you gazed at her squirming stomach. "What? You want to know if she's going to be okay? Heh, if being trapped in a steaming cauldron filled with processed food and wine until I feel like letting her out is being okay for you, then sure, she's totally fine~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Now Amy did it: you're redder than the waitress was! Your date takes notice of it and laughs.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, do you like that type of stuff? How cute! So cute I could almost... eat you up right now!!" Amy suddenly darts forward, her jaws agape. You close your eyes thinking you're done for. You feel Amy's hot breath wash over your face and a few droplets of saliva splatter it as well, but after several seconds you still fail to feel yourself being engulfed by the predator.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You open your eyes, expecting to see the interior of a damp and dark stomach, but instead you see Amy's sharp teeth and her gullet. Your face is between her jaws, but she stopped herself before her teeth could even barely touch you. She pulls back, laughing heartily, and you look down ashamed of your cowardice.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, that was priceless! You're great! Cuties like you are perfect for bullying, but I'll promise I won't scare you so bad again… at least during this date. Look at you, you're trembling as bad as that waitress! There, there." Amy playfully pats your head, perhaps with too much strength.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rubbing your aching head, you try to explain yourself, but it's clear as day that you have a thing for what Amy just did, or are starting to develop one.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Don't worry, most people are freaks and just pretend they aren't, that is, until they're all hot and slimy inside my monster of a belly, filled up with whatever busty, squirmy treat I had before. No wonder sometimes I can taste femcum in my burps. See how you're getting turned on already? You're such a dork. If you weren't kinda cute I'd just shove you up my ass and forget you there for days... and speaking of ass...
 
 
 
 
 
𝙋𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙛𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙩!
 
 
 
 
 
Amy shifts in her chairs a little before leaning to the side and releasing a reverberant fart, from which a hot shockwave of sorts hits the back of a lady sitting in a nearby table to the point that it blows her hair aside.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Phew, that fancy wine did NOT agree with me!" Amy comments nonchalantly as if she hadn't just ripped a loud ass-blast in a fancy restaurant where not even the bathrooms were used for such a crass display.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The bejeweled lady on the nearby table though doesn't appear too happy about it, for she's getting up from her chair and taking ferocious and confident strides towards your own table, large breasts threatening to bounce out of her dress' cleavage with each bold step.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"How dare you, you beast?! You think you can come to this place all dressed up like some lawless fiend, eating whatever and whoever's in sight and blasting your noxious fumes from both ends while also hitting inoccent bystanders?!" The rich woman points her finger at your date, speaking as if she owned the place. "People of your sort shouldn't even be allowed here in the first place! If you're a crocodile, go hunt fish in some slimy river and leave us decent folks alone!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Damn, has your posh lifestyle made you so out of touch that you can't even speak like a normal person for a second? I'll eat your fat ass later, but for now I want to chat with my date. Get lost." Amy speaks in such a frightful tone that even you cower in your seat, driven by the same primordial feeling of terrifying (yet majestic) beauty you got previously when you saw the monster girl in front of the restaurant.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Any smart individual would have followed Amy's advice from her tone alone, but it appears that this lady is as dense as she is attractive. Huffing and puffing, she keeps on with her tirade and wastes one of the few warnings Ammit ever gave in her life as a predator.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"What?! The nerve! You should get YOUR mammoth-ass, to use a term of your own repulsive vocabulary, out of here, before I call the manager! No, before I call the cops! As abhorrent as you monster-girls are, I'm quite sure there must be some in the ranks of the police force that'd be most glad to do us a favor and keep you under gastric-arrest!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Okay, now you've done it, bitch," Amy quickly rose from her chairs, towering over her antagonist like some fabled Egyptian warrior-goddess. "I was going to give you some time, but guess what? Listening to stupid people talk happens to make me very hungry, so I'll be giving you a tour through the place were those oh-so-noxious fumes of mine were produced!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy's belly growls almost as if in agreement, always hungry for more even after being filled with a restaurant's entire menu and a cute waitress. The other lady looks like she's finally starting to realize how much she messed up, and she stares up at Amy's eyes with her own trying not to flinch, but it's hard to put on a show of that magnitude when you're being dwarfed by a woman of such aggressive beauty who also happens to be something that could be easily described as your natural predator.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You almost feel pity for the woman as she gulps and stares. Keyword being almost. Amy wasn't exactly following the restaurant's etiquette, but some of the things that lady said to her were too disrespectul. The current situation feels like watching a character making the stupidest decision ever in a horror movie and getting their comeuppance, so you just sit back and watch the show.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy grabs the woman by the hips with both hands and effortlessly raises her. The scared woman can only babble out apologies and threats, too confused to decide which persuasion method she wants to use. Not that it matters by now.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Huh, you're meatier than the waitress, I'll give you that. Now let's give those curves of yours a taste," Amy was handling the woman in a manner which allowed her to swallow her prey feet first. With only a single annoyed flick of her clawed finger she sent the woman's high heels clattering to the floor before working her feet past her lips, making quick work of swallowing the rich lady's legs.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Arriving at her generous rump, Amy takes some time tasting it before going on. By the way she's hurrying you get the suspicion that your date isn't exactly impressed with her prey's taste, then you wonder how the hell you're already so used to Amy eating people to be able to notice something like that. In a few seconds, only the woman's large breasts and face are sticking out of Amy's open maw.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I-I apologize for what I said before, it was really inappropriate, haha..." She tries one last time to get Amy's sympathy, but you can see your date just rolling her eyes. Then, Amy gulps all of her prey down, and as you watch a busty bulge descend the monster girl's throat, you can't help but feel a tingling sensation through your body.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Blerg! She was worse than the appetizer! Bigots really go around talking big and calling monster-girls this and that only to taste like trash!" She looks at you and sticks her tongue out in mock disgust, only to smile afterwards. "I find it very amusing how you just sit and watch as I eat people whole like a good date instead of running the hell away. I understand the rich sluts here not running away, since they're so sheltered and out of touch with their own place in the world, but you? Do you think I'm going easy on you just cause you're my date??"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy spoke in a mocking-angry tone, but it was intimidating nonetheless. You try to explain yourself, fumbling in your own words as you do.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Just kidding babe, of course," Amy walks up towards you so easily it's hard to believe she's got two adult women thrashing about inside her gut. "Damn, those two aren't getting along. My new tenant probably doesn't like sharing her living quarters with a waitress. Too bad for her. Here, wanna feel them squirm?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You take Amy's offer (out of politeness, of course...) and place your sweating hand timidly upon her engorged brown belly with as much fearful excitement as one would have while trying to bound with some wild beast through touch. Well, your date's stomach IS a ferocious beast, in a way. There seems to be a redoubling of squirming once you press against Amy's swollen gut: one of the women inside can probably feel your hand and is reacting to it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It's so soft and... warm. Yes, it's almost hot. You wonder how sweltering it must be inside, if the stomach's warmth is able to be felt from outside like this. It must be like a moist and slimy sauna inside Amy.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Don't be shy. Rub it," Amy almost orders you, and you instantly obey, rubbing her belly. "That's better. You're surprisingly good at it, considering it's your first time. You better not tell me you've been going out with other preds frequently: I'd get jealous."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You blush and, without asking for permission, put your cheek against her belly to feel more of it's warmth, and you can hear bits and pieces of a conversation going on inside your date's stomach through all it's loud noises.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Look at me, I'm all covered in food!" You recognize the bitchy patron's voice. "You work here, so do something to get me out of this place!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"What do you think I am, some type of superheroine?! I don't get paid enough for this!" Sounds like Bianca, the waitress, had enough. "I used to be eaten all the time when I worked at that cheap dinning place. Preds would tease me and call me nicknames and eat me in all sorts of ways only to dump me in my own work's bathroom just to humiliate me further, but I thought that now that I'm working in some fancy restaurant I wouldn't have to deal with it again, and now..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, for Heavens' sake, I don't have time to listen to some waitress' pathetic backstory! Just do your job and..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Shut up! I'm going to resign as soon as I come out of her rump! And as for you, I'll sit on your face, if that's what takes to stop you from running your mouth!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, don't you d-HMPFH!" The patron's voice is suddenly muffled, and this interesting coversation ends.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, what are you doing?" Amy's voice brings you back to reality. "Is my gut's bubbling and gurgling really that interesting? Weirdo."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You take your ear out of her belly and back off a bit, apologizing for your impulsive actions without telling her the entertaining spectacle you just listened to. Then you see the figure of another waitress approaching, although this one looks slightly more mature and shapely than Bianca. She also looks like trouble.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"So you're the two troublemakers," The other waitress says. From the sheer confidence in her voice you get the feeling that she's probably been working in this place for a long tine. "When I heard that you ate both one of our girls and a patron I couldn't believe it, but seeing your belly, I can't deny that it is true. I'm terribly sorry, but I'll have to ask you and your partner to leave, ma'am."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Although she speaks politely and without anger, there's a quality of firmness and authority in the voice of this waitress that is somehow even more potent than the furious blabbering of Amy's previous meal. You now understand who she is: the head waitress of the place herself! You never met her before, but you're somehow getting the feeling that she isn't too happy with the fact that one of her underlings was eaten. Perhaps she's a "team mom" type?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"And what if we don't want to leave?" Answers Amy, dead-serious.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We? Hey, she doesn't need to put you on that! You don't mind leaving now if that'll spare further trouble. Plus, Amy already had lots of food and two human beings for dinner. She must surely be satisfied by now, right?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That would be unfortunate, ma'am, since I would have to call security on you. Once, many years ago, when my mother was head waitress, a predator came here looking for trouble. Luckily they only managed to eat a few waitresses and no patrons got involved (sadly, I see it's too late to avoid it this time...). They were a big pred, almost as tall as you are, ma'am, but security took care of them easily."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Is that so? Well, you can call whoever you like, but we're not leaving," Amy sits back in her chairs, which make a worrysome noise under the sudden weight of the goth's gargantuan butt, and crosses her arms defiantly. "This is a date, if you haven't noticed yet. Me and that cute little snack there are going to stay here for as long as we want."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I'm sure you two can resume your date somewhere else where you'd be more... welcome. Why not the beach? I hear it is very romantic around this hour. You won't even have to pay the bill for all the food we ordered, as long as you release the patron you ate and leave this place never to return. Sound like a fair deal?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Won't have to pay for all that food?! That really is the best case scenario, if all you two need to do is leave like nothing happened and release that rich bitch from before! You start to tell Amy that maybe you should take the head waitress up on her offer but your date interrupts you, still talking to her newfound rival.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Let me think. Hmmmmmmmmm... no." Amy rises again from her pair of chairs, quite startingly, and quickly unbuckles her belt before lowering her pants until her massive derrière and naked sex were exposed. You're almost having an aneurism and you thank your good luck for the fact that you're sitting in a chair, or else you'd have fallen on the floor from the sight you now behold.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Never, not even in your wildest and thirstiest dreams you thought that you'd end up seeing Ammit's ass in your first, romantic-styled date. It looked good in any pants she wore alright, and you bet she'd look great in skirts if she was the type to wear those too, but seeing those meaty, titanic brown buttocks free from their concealment of fabric really was something else. Now you don't want to go away anymore.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy acts quickly, and in an instant she darts towards the head waitress (who's, obviously, considerably smaller than the mini-giantess) and tackles the human to the floor with her groins, squatting down as her prey falls, pinning the waitress' head between the floor and her fat pussy, her face completely pressed against the croc girl's nethers.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, don't squirm so much! If you make me lose my balance and I end up sitting on you, it'll be worse. This ass of mine has imobilized other monster-girls before, so a puny snack of a human like yourself would pass out in seconds."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"MMMMHP!" The head waitress protested beneath the massive goddess of a woman.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Cut the drama, can't you recognize a juicy pussy when you see one? Jeez, you human women are so hardheaded when you're pretending not to like something, but I know that I just need to pull my pants down for you to get on all fours and start calling me mommy. Don't fuck around: taste me."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And from your date's widened eyes, the head waitress is really following Amy's order.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, fuck yes!" One of the monster girl's hands goes directly to one of her massive tits and starts gently gropping though her anhk-decorated shirt. "Keep going! A bit more enthusiasm and you might just make me cum, you worthless bitch~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy is moaning loudly, and you almost think you can catch the sound of the waitress moaning as well, although it's very hard to be sure of that considering she's currently being muffled by Heaven-only-knows how many pounds of sexy crocodile woman. Once again, you're being left out of the fun, but the sheer raunchiness of Ammit's actions until now are enough to get your body all hot and your mind all foggy.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"HMMMMHP!~" Now you can definitely hear the head waitress making some kind of sound, and one which came alongside some intense slurping and licking. Sounds like someone is enjoying herself, just like Amy predicted. Lucky slut.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"AH!" After some time, Amy orgasms and you can see her femcum dripping on the floor. Your date appears satisfied with the head waitress' work and rises slowly from her crouching position.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The woman still lying on the floor has her face and hair completely soaked in Amy's juices and looks exhausted, but still, she's licking the femcum off her lips like it was delicious. You're red with jealousy, but at the same time you're watching everything without blinking.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That's why I love playing with food. Wait, there's more coming... MHHHMPH~" Amy cums again, a bucket's worth of femcum splashing on the face of the defeated head waitress in humiliating fashion. "Heh, someone will need to mop the floor later. Not my problem."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She turns her attention towards you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Did you like this little show I put on for you? Mhmm? Wait, is that jealousy on your face? Haha, so you're that type. Thought so. I'm just preparing her for her true role, silly. Here, let me show you," Just as the waitress starts to try to get up from the floor, Amy squats once more, this time with her butt turned towards the human's face and her large tail raised. "As you'll see, it's easier to eat them this way if they've been... moisturized beforehand."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And just like magic, the head waitress' head disappears between Amy's massive cheeks. Amy grins as sweat drips from her forehead and to your great surprise, the body of the waitress starts getting sucked in by the croc girl's ass. As you watch the sensual display, you wonder if Amy's anal muscles must be stronger than every muscle in your own body combined, and then some.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy is panting and only her prey's legs are left dangling from her behind. The head waitress probably spent all her energies facefucking your date's cunt, and could barely react now. And so Amy keeps sucking her buttsnack in until her feet are slurped up the predador's booty. She sighs happily, her pussy getting wet again.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"You can't beat the feeling of some meaty chick moving through your bowels, no matter the direction~" For a few seconds you see a bulge travelling inside Amy's massive belly, until it stops. "Aaaaaand there she is, safe and sound in my stomach. See how you enjoyed it too in the end, you little rascal?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You admit that it was pretty ho... you mean, cool, although you'd rather touch than just look at Amy's behind.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Nuh uh, not happening today, cutie. It's way more fun to tease ya out of your mind, specially when you look so cute when you're jealous. On another note, it's funny how these snobs run their mouths at everything I do but now that I just rubbed some bitch's head against my crotch you can't hear anybody complaining. Fucking hypocrites. In fact, I noticed a fellow patron staring intently while that little slut ate my pussy..." And just like that, your date started strolling over to mess with some other hot girl again! Today isn't looking like your lucky day anymore. Well, at least you'll watch whatever that enigmatic goth is up to.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, gorgeous," With her pants still pulled down, Amy strolls towards the table of the patron she spoke off, a stunningly-beautiful black woman with large hoop earrings, a short dress which left her thighs as well as her shoulders exposed and humongous breasts. The patron is just sipping her drink and smiling at your date. "What's up with all the staring? You're making my date feel uncomfortable, ya know? I might just have to get you out of the picture, for their sake."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Well, I don't think I'd mind that, as long as by getting rid of me you mean giving me the same treatment you gave the others..." The patron's tone is flirtatious and confident. She clearly had a thing for preds, or else she'd be trembling of fear before the towering reptilian bombshell of a monster-girl.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That's exactly what I mean, and looking at you, I know I'm going to enjoy it. You're so much of a cow that you give many a minotaur a run for their money, and my stomach is rumbling already, asking me to fill it with some quality human beef~"
 
 
 
 
 
 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙒𝙇!
 
 
 
 
 
"I won't resist," The woman gives her drink one last sip and stares at Amy, her eyes gleaming. "Do as you please with me, honey."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Heh, as if I needed your permission. Anyway, my ass is eager to meet you, so why don't I introduce you to one another?" Amy turns around so her behind will face the patron, and leaning a bit foward she spreads her titanic brown buttcheeks appart with her hands, exposing her asshole to her next horny meal. Amy then starts slowly squatting, her ass getting nearer and nearer to the ebony beauty, when she suddenly stops and let's out a thundering fart.
 
 
 
 
 
𝙋𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏!
 
 
 
 
 
The warm wave of hot ass-gas blasts at the buxom patron, blowing her hair behind and making her tits jiggle with it's sheer force, but the woman remains nonplushed and just keeps smiling without even turning her head away, although she looks impressed when a pair of panties and a massive bra are sent flying out of the monster girl's arse and fall on her empty plate. When this crass act ends, the woman simply fixes her hair a bit.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"You're amazing." She states matter-of-factly.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oops. Sorry if my behind's a bit burpy, it just had a big lunch. I don't know who taught it such poor manners though," Amy playfully slaps her own ass in mock-reproach, making it jiggle. "You can keep those for yourself, if you like."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hm, thanks, but large as this bra is, I'm quite sure my boobs would just burst out of it if I tried to fit it in them," The patron replies, comparing the bra to her chest and to your awe, there really is a large difference in their size. Your date wasn't wrong by calling this lady a cow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Shame. They're even less useful for me, as you surely saw before when you were undressing me with your eyes. But hey, my behind just had an idea about how to apologize for it's rudeness: why don't you kiss and make up?~" After making this proposal, Amy goes back to slowly squatting towards the patron when she suddenly blushes greatly. "Oh! Oh my, didn't think you'd kiss it back! Good slut~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You can't see the ebony beauty's head anymore from your position, but Amy's sudden blushing and words leave little to the imagination. Any chance this date still had of being even a little bit romantic died, but it is getting hotter by the minute. Now you only wait to see the monster girl's anal muscles start their voracious work.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And soon they start. You can see the black babe being sucked upwards, sucked out of her chair, by Amy's ass. There's a look of concentration on your date's face. Somehow it appears more intense than when she was turning the head waitress into a butt-snack, surely because this patron was meatier and heavier.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"F-Fuck! A little help, please?!" Amy looks at you and you instantly get up and rush towards her, although you're confused about what she wants. "What are you waiting for?! P-Push her! I forgot to moisturize her and her fat tits got stuck! Just do it any way you want to, as long as you push her up my ass!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is very out of nowhere, but you don't want to anger Amy. It's awkward, but you have to grab the patron's generous ass and try pushing her up your date's even more generous ass.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Stronger! Come on, you're barely trying!" Amy screams at you, prompting you to push with all your strength before you feel the black babes supple flesh slide forward gradually. "Oooh, that's the way to do it... don't stop..."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Now you can hear both women moaning. Turns out the patron is enjoying the way you're grabbing two handfuls of her glutes and for Amy, well, this probably feels like having a gigantic living buttplug shoved up her ass, so no surprise she's getting off. The more you push though, the more your date moans and pants.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Deeper! Deeper!" Amy's voice is almost cracking up. You feel like this is either the first time she's ever had someone feeding a prey up her butt, or she doesn't do it so often. Her pussy is getting moist and you can smell fresh femcum, which only serves as extra motivation to work harder.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Soon, there's a loud sound as the entirety of the ebony beauty's boobs pass through Amy's rear. With this obstacle now gone, it all gets easier, as Ammit can suck up her body and you can push without anything getting stuck along the way. In fact, soon enough the patron's entire torso disappears through your date's stretched butthole, leaving only her own ass and legs to deal with.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You give the patron's rear a good slap that makes her squeal wherever inside Amy's body she is and you push her ass one final time with all your strength. There's a louder moan by Amy as she cums on the floor, the smell of her privates and of her femcum clearer than ever. Although you're madly tempted to kiss that dripping, juicy pussy, your fear of awakening the monster girl's fury by doing something so bold without permission keeps you in check. Taking a deep breath to control your urges, you hold the patron by the ankles and prepare to push her legs.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But there's a surprise: unaware that you are still holding to her beautiful prey and wanting to deal with those legs fast, Amy sucks them up with absurd strength!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The legs disappear through her rear in the flash of an eye, but you're holding them so firmly that you're sucked in alongside them! If you were distracted you'd probably have been sucked up your date's butt down to your waist and then it would be too late: Amy wouldn't notice your little accident, but only feel something still sticking out of her ass and suck it up in a flash. Then you'd be just another prey inside her body, and she wouldn't even notice!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But luckily, your feet are planted firmly enough on the ground so that only your arms, still holding the patron's ankles, are sucked in. The pull force violently brings you forward, so that your face is pressed against Amy slowly-expanding butthole. If you don't act fast, it will engulf your head and it will all be over!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You scream for Amy to let you out, that you are being sucked alongside her other buttsnack, but she doesn't hear. You sure wanted to get nearer to that behind, but this wasn't quite what you had in mind! When you're about to lose hope of escaping, it occurs to you to let go of the ankles you're holding. You do so and scream for Amy's help again, and this time her anal muscles stop pulling your body in. You fall back on your butt, your arms free and your heart racing.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy pulls her pants up and quickly buckles up her belt, then turns around to look at you. There's a slightly worried look on her face, which surprises you. You thought she would be angry.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Are you okay? Oh, you are," Her expression changes into a sharp grin. "My bad, you're such a cute little snack that my force of nature of an ass almost ate you too by accident. See how easy it is for us predators to slurp you cute humans up? You've gotta be more careful from now on, you literal kiss-ass!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You blush and she finger-flicks you hard on the ear as punishment for this dangerous misadventure of yours.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Tell you what: why don't you go to the bathroom and wash some of that sweat off of your arms and face? What? You're worried about leaving me alone? The fuck you think I'm gonna do while you're not around? Run away back home and rob a bank on the way? Get your ass to the bathroom, I don't wanna spend the rest of our date with someone who smells like a sweaty ass!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She's gotta point. You go to the bathroom, which is conveniently nearby. You get ugly looks from the other patrons on your way there, but you don't really care by now. The most amazing thing is that those dumbasses have the energy to provoke you and Amy but not to do the smart thing and get away from the restaurant before they were next on the menu. Were they afraid to try to get away because you were sitting near the door? Or do they think they're above being eaten? Either way, you don't understand what goes on in those people's heads.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You enter the bathroom and wash. You take your sweet time there, because you're also using it all as an excuse to cool down your head (and loins) a little. This isn't going as you planned, that's for sure, but that doesn't mean you aren't enjoying it. You just didn't expect Amy to be so... bombastic. There's a burning sensation inside your body, and you feel hot all over when you think of her, and this dangerous experience of almost becoming her prey only made it stronger.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
All your thoughts belong to Ammit, and you want to kiss every inch of her body. You want this to work out, but you don't know what "working out" means anymore. Is it impressing Amy? Is it being able to get away with this date without being eaten? Is it being forgotten by Amy, so she won't invite you to any other stressful, dangerous dates? Is it making her like you as much as you like her? Or is it, you tremble upon thinking up this possibility, being eaten by her?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You're so confused! You never know what the goth is thinking, or if she likes you or not, with the way she's always teasing you. But you must see it through the end. You want to see it through the end. Independently of what she's got in her mind, Amy still is the hottest gal you've ever seen, and you're still lucky for being able to go out with her. You finish washing your face, take another deep breath and get out of the bathroom.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Returning to your table, you find Amy sitting there... with a human arm ending on a delicate hand sticking out of her mouth, grasping the air uselessly. She quickly slurps it up and loudly gulps down her most recent meal.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Took you long enough," She licks her lips and pats her now even larger belly. "What? All that waiting made me hungry, and I had to get a snack. 𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!" Amy is suddenly surprised by a closed-mouth belch, then spats something brought alongside the gas on the table. "A wristwatch? Looks pretty expensive. Wanna have it?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You thank your date, but decline. It seems a bit uncomfortable to always wear around your wrist something that had been inside a stomach, specially considering how hot the watch must be: it was still letting out some steam. Amy just shrugs and places the wristwatch in an untouched glass of water to cool it down.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"More for me. It's brand new, and I always wanted a waterproof digital watch. My last one wasn't and it broke up when I got eaten and it ended up exposed to acids... w-what? Did I say I was eaten? I meant, it broke up when I 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, yeah that's it," Amy nervously wags her crocodilian tail, clears her throat and changes subject. "On another topic, I just noticed that you haven't touched your salad. Does it taste weird?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You look down at your salad plate, which you had placed back on the table. Afraid that if you tell her the truth, that you lost your appetite after she blasted both you and your food with a tempestuous belch, she'd start hitting you on purpose every time she felt the need to burp just to tease you, you go along with her implications about the dubious quality of the salad they had brought to you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"My poor, cute little date must be starving! Why didn't you tell me?" Amy speaks in a mockingly-worried, almost maternal tone, before getting up and taking your plate from the table. "Don't worry, Ammit's got your back. I'll politely ask them to make you another salad, while also paying my compliments to the chef for making such delicious food."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Imagining the damage Amy would cause inside a restaurant kitchen, you try to convince her not to go, saying that you're not hungry and that you'd rather just talk to her, but nothing works. She clearly has her mind set on this little trip. You watch her slowly approach the kitchen door with a sense of impending calamity, but any back view from Amy is welcome to you, so you don't take your eyes off of your date.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You watch her disappear through the door and start sweating. There's no way Amy isn't going to pull something off. You're just waiting to hear a thunderous belch reverberating from that door...
 
 
 
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
 
 
 
Knew it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Soon, the door opens up again and Amy awkwardly manages to squeeze her way through it, now a much fatter monster-girl. She's waddling back to your table even slower than before, holding a larger than ever squirmy belly with both hands. Something white rests atop her obscenely bloated gut, and as she gets closer you manage to identify it as a ruined, slimy toque. She paid her compliments to the chef alright.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You also notice that her mouth is greasy again. Amy takes some time to manage to sit back on her chairs, probably because the six women and tons of food  inside her belly are starting to make her feel a bit heavy. She drops to her chairs awkwardly, making her belly sway like a large animal with a will of it's own. You never saw it so loud: the cacophony it's almost scary, and you fancy you can feel it's warmth emanating from where you are sitting, opposite it, but that's impossible.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Amy moans painfully, but she's clearly satisfied with herself. She's hiccuping and groaning and breathing heavily, and more than ever she feels like some pre-historic behemoth of prodigious size and power, although one that had finally ended it's age-long battle with some titanic leviathan and was currently basking on its feast's glory. You playfully ask her about your salad.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Oh, right, that was the reason I went there to begin with, wasn't it? My bad, shrimp, I got caught up with something else: when I got to the kitchen, seeing all that fresh food made my stomach grumble and I couldn't help having a little taste. Sadly, the chef herself looked so meaty, and her huge tits put so much pressure on that white uniform of hers that I mistook her for a cooked hog and gobbled her up. Her underlings didn't take too kindly when I commented that the chef tasted better than anything she ever cooked, but fuck, was I telling the truth!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You ask her if she overdid it this time, and if she was feeling sick.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Not really, that's nothing to me. There's just some really large gas bubble stuck inside my gut and it doesn't want to leave, even after I belched out part of it in the kitchen. It hurts, but it's no big deal."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Moved by some foolish impulse greater than your care and sense of self-preservation, you get up and walk towards Amy, before suddenly and violently pushing her gargantuan stuffed belly with all of your strength.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Hey, what the fuck are y-," There's a nasty and loud gurgling sound as something moves up her esophagus, and her eyes go wide. You press her belly harder now and your date can't resist letting it all out.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙋!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A meaty gust of a burp, louder than a death metal album, escapes Amy's mouth, raining saliva, food crumbs and ruined articles of clothing upon the table. You keep pressing, almost hugging, this belch out of your date's stomach until all the gas is out. When the deed is over, everybody on the restaurant is more revolted than ever before and Amy's eyes are teary from the effort and pain. She looks at you, fires of fury burning in her jewel-like eyes, and you realize how much you screwed up.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She grabs you by the wrist and pulls you from the floor, holding your body so you face each other. She's grinning with anger and you can almost hear her growl like a beast.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That fucking hurt, dummy. Don't do something like that without my permission. Do you understand?" Although her words imply that she's giving you a second chance, it looks like she made up her mind about it already because Amy is now opening up her mouth wide in a monstruous manner and pulling you closer to it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You try to apologize but it's to no avail. Soon your whole head has passed between those frightful pointy teeth of hers and you're left staring down her deep, dark gullet as her wet tongue touches parts of your face. You can smell her warm breath and your heart is betting fast like a drum, and soon your head is going to pass through that black hole that leads to her esophagus and beyond...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
That's what looks like it's going to happen, but actually, she spits you out. You fall on the top of her belly, then roll to the floor. Luckily, you're not injured in any way, but you're still scared. Did Amy give up on devouring you? By the looks of it, she had been interrupted instead. There is a pair of beautiful, buxom women close to your table, which you recognize as being that voluptuous blonde MILF and her younger companion. The former is looking at Amy with disappointment and reproach, while the latter shyly stares at your date in fearful admiration.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"I've been tolerating your behavior for too long out of politeness towards your oversized nature, lady, but you're going to far," The MILF starts lecturing Amy. "A woman your size probably must have an appetite which justifies the need of a human diet, which is unfortunate but tolerable... what I cannot tolerate is your crassness!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"What are you going on about?" Amy seens to forget her discontent with you as she directs it toward this new annoyance. "I was having a moment here with my date and you ruined it."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You sigh in relief and almost feels like thanking those two blonde beauties, but the older woman keeps talking while her meek companion simply hides behind her and admires Amy with gleaming eyes.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Well, your lack of manners is simply intolerable! I'm trying to educate a young woman here," The MILF points to her companion. "and your whole farting and belching and stuffing your face is setting a most terrible example for her! You better learn some manners, or get out of this place"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Urg, this again? You all act like I'm such a barbarian for having the balls to do what you only do in private anywhere I want... it's almost funny, really. But my patience for bullshit is gone," Amy grabbs the MILF and raises her body from the floor. "You can't teach me anything worth my while, but I can teach you something that's actually useful: never annoy a pred after they just opened up more room in their belly, specially if you're a busty pile of meat~"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"How uncivil of you to grab a fellow patron like this! Let me go at once!" The MILF demands. "I'm nothing like those skanks you ate until now! I'm not food, my name is...!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Nuh-uh, definitely looks like food," Ammit shrugs before unceremoniously shoving the MILF head-first down her maw. Meaty as the blonde woman is, your date makes quick work of her guitar-shaped body, which soon becomes a bulge descending her neck and making her belly even larger. An airy belch by Amy sends a necklace the MILF was wearing flying. "𝙐𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙐𝙪𝙪𝙍𝙥! Yeah, tasted like food too. How about you, princess? Wanna lecture me too?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The younger blonde shakes her head and smiles.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"That bitch got what was coming for her. She was a bore," The blonde explains. "I've never seen a predator in person before, but I masturbate a lot to videos of people being eaten. You guys are amazing! I wouldn't mind being dessert, if you still have space..."
 
 
 
 "If I still have space?! For an appetizer like you?!" Amy simply darts forward and downward, gobbling up the younger blonde down to her waist, and when your date raises her head, you can only see her prey's legs dangling between her jaws for a few seconds before she swallows the young woman whole. "The nerve! Of course I still have space!"
 
 
 
Amy looks at you, and you gulp. It appears that the sacrifice of the two hotties she just ate only bought you a little more time of freedom.
 
 
 
"Eating those two actually cooled my head a little bit, so stop shaking in your boots, dork. I'm not going to eat you anymore. But that scare will teach you not to go around pressing a lady's belly when they have a tummyache."
 
 
 
You apologize and thank her for giving you this second chance, but she's still talking in a stern manner.
 
 
 
"I'm not doing you any favors, I just figured out that this place's got tastier people to eat, and besides you're 𝙃𝙄𝘾𝘾𝙐𝙋!" Amy is interrupted by a sudden and surprisingly strong hiccup. She tries to speak again but," 𝙃𝙄𝘾𝘾𝙐𝙋! Damn show-off, you shouldn't have swallowed her so fast..."
 
 
 
As Amy mumbles to herself, a smile forms itself on your lips. Amy sure is cute, in her own rough way. It dies out when you see her glaring at you.
 
 
 
"Oh, so you think this is funny, huh? I amuse you?" Amy waddles towards you, hands on her hips. "I won't let you get away without some little punishment, my naughty date~"
 
 
 
Suddenly, Amy falls on all fours on top of you, so you're pressed between her massive belly and the restaurant floor!
 
 
 
"Since you like pressing this belly so much, why not do it with your entire body? A shame you already forced all my burps out, or that'd be the perfect opportunity to blow some in your cute face~" Amy's crocodilian tail is wagging as she speaks, clearly showing her enthusiasm with this punishment she's inflicting on you.
 
 
 
 You can barely move and you can't even speak; her titanic gut feels so heavy yet so soft as it covers most of you body, and all the squirming, moaning and pleading of its prisoners helps making things unspeakably erotic. Needless to say, your ears are also being drowned in a nasty cacophony of never ending gurgles and growls, sloshing and rumbling which are louder than any you've ever heard before. You can actually feel the processed food being churned, and you can hear gases travelling through her gastrointestinal system and building themselves up as the non-human food is broken down.
 
 
 
The sound of Amy's body working is like music to your ears, and you start paying attention to it as one woud to a perfectly synchronised orchestra. Nothing is amiss, and even the defeated voices of the women entrapped in that mighty stomach seen to add beautifuly to the whole thing.
 
 
 
The warmth was paradoxically uneasy and comforting, and you couldn't imagine the sauna that Ammit's prey had to endure, but at the same time, it's almost making you sleepy. You start daydreaming about cold december nights where you could snuggle with that belly after Amy devoured a couple of beauties, and failing asleep to that hot embrace...
 
 
 
But Amy doesn't want you to fall asleep under her, and loudly slaps her belly. If the drum-like sound wasn't loud enough, the ripples the act sends through her skin finish the job of waking you up to reality.
 
 
 
"It's strange, isn't it? The fact that the only thing separating you from my dinner and from my hellish innards is a layer of skin. You can enjoy my belly from the outside without any worry, while these poor women have to feel the clothes melting out of their bodies, get soaked in slimy juices and covered in greasy food all to the tune of my heart's powerful beating. Gosh, if only you could imagine how it must feel to be pressed and pushed around by stomach walls the size and the strength of mine! And you can bet that each time I belch this prison only gets tighter: I know because I can actually FEEL it enveloping their sorry bodies to the point that it almost feels like a bondage session..."
 
 
 
Although the confidence in Amy's tone is practically that of a goddess, you notice that she seems to be thinking this stuff up as she goes along. She clearly never really stopped to think about her prey's condition until know, just like anyone wouldn't stop to think about the condition of a sandwitch or of an ice cream cone, but she appears to be getting off to the novelty of her own words just as much as you are to their sheer raunchiness.
 
 
 
Amy's teasing, both physical and verbal, had reached a point that it's almost making you faint. Her humiliating and tortuous descriptions make you feel like an accomplice in some purpose greater than yourself, like a neophyte performing a sacrifice to a living goddess in dim and age-old Egypt.
 
 
 
Seeing that your mind is drifting too much once again, Amy lowers her head to your faces almost touch each other's. Her next words are but whispers, and you can feel her breath on your face as she speaks:
 
 
 
"You're one lucky bitch, you know? You could be squirming around in my big, scary gut, but I'm nice enough to cut you some slack. But you better keep behaving yourself, or else...~"
 
 
 
Your date hiccups with her mouth closed, and she opens it again, she lets her tongue out. There's a ruined thong dangling from it, and Amy moves her large tongue around until the ruined and slimy piece of underwear falls on your face. Suddenly, she awkwardly gets up, leaving you paralyzed by that last teasing of hers on the floor.
 
 
 
"Well, that was fun. That last part was completely improvised, by the way. Had no idea that thong was coming up," Amy speaks surprisingly casually. "This date's been going really well, and I'm eating a lot of tasty things. I feel like doing just one more round and we can go, okay cutie?"
 
 
 
You nod, but your mind is still all hazy. You throw the discarded thong aside and try to rise up, though your body aches. When you do, you see Amy confidently striding towards another table where three beauties (a pale and a sunburned brunette plus a redhead) were chatting, their huge tits jumping and bouncing out of their cleavages as the group jokes and giggles.
 
 
 
As they see Amy approaching, they look at her with inviting smiles. You recognize them as a bit of a troublesome group: those girls aren't like most of the patrons, being openly loud, impolite and hedonistic, and they had been watching Amy with some interest as soon as her first thunderous belch had brought her to their attention. A friend once told you that those three were trouble and were always looking for new forms of sapphic pleasure and sexual corruption.
 
 
 
You grow frightned and wish to go tell them to take their eyes out of your date, lest Amy decides to walk away with those three troublemakers and leave you behind to indulge in a carnivorous foursome, but your body is too tired to reach their table in time!
 
 
 
"Well, hello there, good looking~" Says the redhead, using a finger to play with her hair. "We never saw you here before..."
 
 
 
"...but you're a welcome addition to this boring old place," The pale brunette finishes her friend's phrase. "I've always like girls with a healthy appetite."
 
 
 
"Just a shame you're stuck on a date with that... person," The darker brunette speaks with some disdain. "If only we could take you somewhere more private later..."
 
 
 
"Hello ladies. I was just wondering if you're going to eat that," Amy points at the pale brunette's direction, certainly talking about her still full plate. The trio gossiped so much that they barely touched their food.
 
 
 
You can't help but smile when you see Amy ignoring their advances. Sorry bitches, you're the lucky one tonight!
 
 
 
"Of course, babe," Says the redhead. "Go ahead, eat it. Ours too."
 
 
 
"I'll take you on your offer, then," Amy says before suddenly letting her pants down and sitting on the pale brunette! "Fuck, does she feel good in my ass!"
 
 
 
Her two friends gasp as they see the brunette disappearing in the blink of an eye as the mini-giantess joins their table, but more careful inspection reveals the pale beauty's legs still kicking desperately between Amy's thighs.
 
 
 
"Holy shit, we meant the food!" The other brunette screams, surprised and a bit offended. She had flirted with lots of women before and several which weren't too keen on that, but none had ever reacted by shoving her friend up a gargantuan rear!
 
 
 
"I know," Amy says, having just finished slurping the food from the trio's plates without them even noticing. "And what are you skanks, if not food? Now, come here~"
 
 
 
You can only imagine how the pale brunette is feeling, half-devoured by Amy's ass. She clearly starts struggling more and making more noises as she hears the commotion "outside". She probably can hear the wet swallowing and the muffled screaming as her two friends are devoured, and you feel like Amy's doing this to the flirtatious gal on purpose.
 
 
 
You're so distracted by her kicking legs that you fail to see the moment when Amy finishes eating her friends, this fact being brought to your attention by a crass but very satisfied burp. Ammit hiccups and closes her eyes. You can see a smile forming itself on her mouth and a slight blush appearing on her face as she gets up from a chair that could have broken down under her weight at any second while also sucking up her third meal. There's a somewhat loud slurping sound and it's all over.
 
 
 
Amy starts slowly walking towards you while pulling up her pants, but before she can finish covering her behind, a rumbling fart explodes out of her as, expelling a half-destroyed dress which falls on the trio's table like a second, grotesque tablecloth.
 
 
 
The way Amy sighs satisfied as if that thundering ass-blast had just relieved some bothersome internal pressure is so pure and natural that it almosts melts your heart. You never knew somebody could look so cute being so crass, but that's the Ammit paradox for you: her primordial, borderline wild nature, free from the binds of how one should behave which were imposed by society, is part of her beauty.
 
 
 
"Now I'm good. A bit tired though, feel like getting home and sleeping this food off. Hope my tenants don't mind staying the night, heheh," Amy chuckles and slaps her belly hard, then bites her lower lip lightly. "Oh, that really got them active!  I'll enjoy sleeping to the sound of their pleading and to the feeling of them moving around in there~"
 
 
 
You feel like saying something romantic or flirtatious, but you only manage to thank Ammit for keeping you company this evening. She pats your head again, a bit too strongly, but still makes you blush.
 
 
 
"No problem. The food was alright and I can always enjoy the company of somebody who isn't afraid to shove a meaty slut up my rear. So anyway, I'll be going now to catch some shut-eye. I'll message you about our next date soon, so you better not lose my number. Thanks for the date, cutie~"
 
 
 
Those words spoken, Amy is suddenly surprised by a closed-mouth belch. Then, she coughs up a pinkish object on top of her belly: a purse.
 
 
 
"Heh, must have scarfed it down alongside some patron without even noticing. Now let's see if there's anything of interest inside this slimy thing..." Amy starts looking inside the purse, before tossing something in your direction. You almost fail to catch it. She grins. "This will make your life easier, I believe. See ya, cutie."
 
 
 
Your date turns around and starts slowly waddling away from you, hands caressing her big, bloated mid-section and tail slowly wagging around. What a girl.
 
 
 
But what is it she just gave to you? No way! That's a handful of money, the notes held between an elastic rubber! Now you're not that afraid of the bill, and start soldiering down towards a skinny cashier who had been hiding behind her counter for some time now. She slowly raises her head to spy on you, and you can see that she's trembling.
 
 
 
"I-Is she gone?" She asks, almost in a whisper.
 
 
 
You assure her that Amy has already left the restaurant and she sighs.
 
 
 
"Oh, thank the heavens. I never was so scared in all my life! I don't want to blame you, but did you really think that bringing that crocodile here was a good idea?" You apologize, but she just shrugs. "Guess there's nothing we can do know. I think this place will close after this scandal. I better start looking for a new job... so anyway, you're here to pay the bill, right? Oh, you're not gonna like it..."
 
 
 
You gulp and tell her it's alright and you're prepared. She looks at you pitifully, clears her throat and starts talking again:
 
 
 
"So let's see...you two ordered the entire menu, plus a salad... plus, there's an almost inexpensive fee for eating members of the staff, and another very expensive one for eating patrons... so the bill is..."
 
 
 
When she tells you the price of the bill, you almost pass out. She offers to bring you some water, on the house, but you refuse, just handling her the money Amy got from her prey's purse hoping it's enough. She looks at it, before saying.
 
 
 
"That pays for a bit more than half of the bill. Did your girlfriend burp up any more money? No? That's rough..."
 
 
 
You almost feel like rushing after Amy and trying to get more purses out of her gastrointestinal system, but you take a deep breath. Paying half of the bill was still bad, considering how much money that was, but you came here prepared to pay for Amy's dinner, and by Hell, you'll do just that!
 
 
 
Exorbitant bill dealt with, you get out of the restaurant, ugly looks from the remaining patrons staring you down all the way. Even if this place doesn't end up closing, there's no way you'll ever be welcome here again. But you don't care.
 
 
 
You're a haggard, poorer, sweaty figure stepping out into the cool night wind. Your clothes were wet and dirty with Amy's saliva and crumbs, but you consider yourself quite lucky.
 
 
 
Not only did you manage to get a date with Amy, you also managed to see it through the end and got hints of yet another date!
 
 
 
Suddenly, the thought of facing this ordeal all over again frightens you. Can your mind and heart really take it? It was already a miracle you're walking away from this restaurant free, instead of as a prisioner in that gastric chamber of hot writhing bodies and noxious fumes!
 
 
 
But then the image of Ammit grinning at you returns to your mind. You'd put anything at stake, even your body and sanity, just to see that toothy smile again, to hear her belches thundering out of that hungry maw or her farts blasting out of that divinely shaped and sized ass again. But above all else, you'd do anything to feel her warmth body against yours, the heat from an obscenely stuffed belly keeping you cozy during a chilly winter night...
 
 
 
As you walk home that night, you do so with a stupid smile in your face that refuses to fade away as you hum a happy song. To all acounts, your date was a success.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
...
 
 
 
 
 
The day after Ammit's date was a sunny one, and it almost reflected her own mood at the moment. She had woken up to the strength of her own belch, and at the sight of her still huge, still moving belly, she couldn't help but smile.
 
 
 
"How was the night, dinner?" Amy taunted her prey while getting up from bed. "Was it comfortable? Mine sure was, with such a lively group in my belly~"
 
 
 
Remembering the previous evening, she reflected about her date: it had gone almost entirely according to plan. Amy just didn't understand why she spared that person from joining the feverish orgy of slimy human bodies inside her belly. When she approached them initially, all she saw was a naive, although cute little snack who she could squeeze some easy meals out off, and then made them join said meals. Could it be that, deep inside Amy's reptilian heart, there was some affection blossoming for this cute little shrimp of a date?
 
 
 
"Pff, as if," Amy thought aloud as she changed out of her massive nightclothes into her regular ones. "I'm just saving them for a future meal, plus, this way I get to make them pay for more stuff for me! I gotta get me some new pants soon anyway, plus I really wanted to spend a day in that new shopping that just opened up. Besides...I feel like devouring people is more fun with them around..."
 
 
 
Later, the day got so hot Amy felt the need to go out for an ice cream. The street was full of tasty-looking ladies in revealing summer clothes, but the monster girl didn't feel like eating them this time around.
 
 
 
"Fuck, I didn't say it then because I wanted to impress my date, but I really ate up to my limit yesterday, at least I think I did. Can't wait to let you girls out so I can have somebody else to eat..." And as if in answer to her wishes, a loud pained groan started coming from her intestines. "Took you long enough!"
 
 
 
Amy could actually feel those voluptuous, meaty bodies being squeezed through her tight bowels, squirming and trying to move uselessly. It hurt a little, but it also felt divine. The goth rushed to a nearby alley, quickly lowered her pants and squatted near an old trashcan. Her thick tail actually hit this object by accident and sent it rolling around.
 
 
 
Amy's eyes were closed as she pushed, concentrated. Soon enough, her butthole started relaxing until a beautiful female face, which ruined mascara and a tired expression, stared out of it.
 
 
 
"Fresh air! The sun! I can't believe it!" That busty patron with an intense dislike of monster-girls screamed from between Amy's titanic buttocks. "Am I dreaming?!"
 
 
 
But it was no dream, it was just a bowel movement. Putting some more strength on it, Amy pushed the patron's whole naked body out of her rear, the woman falling awkwardly and pathetically onto the ground. But it didn't stop with her. Several other naked and beautiful bodies started being dumped out of Amy's behind, to the point that Ammit stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes in pleasure. One of her hands searched for her fat pussy and she started to masturbate.
 
 
 
Yet the women still came out of her behind in an endless line, forming a sexy mound of piled up female forms who could only groan after enduring the ordeal they had been forced to endure. Amy's belly grew smaller as each woman made her way out, until only one ebony beauty remained. But her tits got stuck on the way out, and she was left with only her head free from Amy's bowels.
 
 
 
The monster girl was forced to push with a bit more of strength, and a powerful fart (which blasted mercilessly the pile of prey, making them scream, protest and cry) helped getting this final meal out of her organism. The black patron was also masturbating, and as she was shat on top of the pile of bodies it felt so good for both her and Amy that both came simultaneously.
 
 
 
Amy sighed and farted again at the poor women, then started pulling up her pants and turning around to see what her body had done to those rich sluts.
 
 
 
"My, my, you don't look so stuck up now, do you girls? Guess your expensive wardrobes can't survive stomach acid, but hey, hookers always look better naked, right?" Amy used her middle finger to pull down one of her lower eyelids at the humiliated pile, grinning and showing her tongue. "You're not that great as people, but you do make a great dump!"
 
 
 
Amy walked away laughing, leaving behind in this lowly alley several rich women and two hard-working waitresses who had been caught in the whole thing.
 
 
 
"I need a shower..." Bianca the waitress moaned, teary eyed. "And a new job..."
 
 
 
"Young lady, what are you doing?!" The mature blonde exclaimed as soon as she found the strength to do so. "Take that hand out of your nethers at once!"
 
 
 
"S-Shut up, bitch," The younger blonde said as she furiously masturbated without any shame or restraint. "I  hope you'd been dumped somewhere else..."
 
 
 
"Speaking of nether," The head-waitress said, dreamily. "I can still taste hers."
 
 
 
"Y-You horny lot!" The mature blonde protested. "If only I'd been eaten with some serious ladies!"
 
 
 
Soon enough, the bickering of the women started attracting curious people, which only added to their humiliation. But by that point, Amy was enjoying her ice cream while a tanned blonde squirmed inside her belly.