The silence of the car brought Alessandra no comfort today as she mentally prepped herself for yet another day as CEO of Smosh, an internet media conglomerate that, after several years of highs and lows, had finally reached the crux that ALL of internet culture seemed to be reaching nowadays:
 
Having a staff packed to the brim with gluttonous predators, of which Allie was not.
 
“It’s okay, Allie; you got this.”, she said with a deep breath to her reflection in the rear view mirror.
“You’ve been there for a week, they respect you as their superior. You have got this in the bag. You just to go in there and OWN it. Do NOT let it own you.”
 
With a push of her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she was ready.
 
“Let’s do this.”, she said to herself before opening the door of her car and stepping out with great confidence in her step, her one-inch heels clacking against the pavement of the parking lot filling with a sense of authority that she’d been lacking before.
 
Lord knows how long she’d be keeping it.
 
Before she’d even reached for the front door, however, a warm sweat was already beginning to build on her forehead, no doubt thanks to the gratuitous gas being let out by the predators inside raising the temperature for damn near the entire block this building was on.
 
Nevertheless, Allie continued, wiping away the sweat with her sleeve before stepping inside and dealing with her first challenge…
 
The break room.
 
It was here where the men and women who worked for Smosh would sit back and relax after a long day of recording videos; since it was so early in the day, however, the break room was instead the place for predators to sit back and digest any unwilling sap they’d had for breakfast that day (as well as make a snack out of anybody that walked through the front door that didn’t work for the company already.)
 
Allie often compared it to walking into a lion’s den at times, but considering how littered with carnivores the rest of the building was, that really wasn’t saying much.
 
On the other hand, most every predator in the building still actually did their jobs as content creators for the most part, so they’d never be spending their WHOLE day looking to subject their boss to a few hours of painful digestion before reducing her down to a bubbling sludge in their gut.
 
They’d only spend SOME of the day doing that.
 
In the break room, though, most preds ignored the hunt and just tended to chill out, and that precisely was what Allie’s third-in-command (a rather chubby Filipina woman by the name of Selina Garcia) was doing on the comfiest chair in the break room right this very moment, actively having her melon-sized breasts be rigorously sucked by two of the most recent hires the company had added onto the main cast: Italian loudmouth Angela Giarratana and the lone male pred at the office, curly-haired femboy Chanse McCreary.
 
On the chair beside her sat Smosh’s social media manager Erin Dougal, flexing her talent for tech in front of everyone else by snapping a selfie with the top half of a person still sticking out of her mouth, trying in vain to swat the phone out of their captor’s hands before a few more swallows sent them down into the Gen Z glutton’s stomach to melt and generate likes on TikTok.
 
Fortunately for Allie, Erin seemed far too occupied with her phone to think about having her boss for seconds.
 
Unfortunately, however, the smell of new meat in the vicinity triggered Angela’s senses enough for her to leave her endless milking session with widened eyes and a renewed energy in order to greet her boss.
 
“Hey, Alli- *EUURRRP*”, she said with a mouthful of milk before a gluttonous burp cut her off.
 
“Angela!”, exclaimed the femboy beside her before moving to greet his boss in a similar manner and letting loose a loud-
 
*BUUOOORRRRP*
 
-from between his lips in an equally similar manner, if MUCH louder than Angela’s.
 
“Eh heh…”, Allie chucked as she continued to walk towards the office.
“Hi, guys…”
 
Before she could make an exit as awkward as her entrance, however, her face collided with a warm orb softer and larger than her own head somehow directly in front of her.
 
Confused with her collision, she opened her eyes and saw that she had, indeed, walked face first into somebody’s breast; turning her head even further towards the ceiling, Allie felt her heart sink into her stomach once she realized she was looking up into the eyes of the tallest woman in the Smosh office and almost certainly one of the hungriest: Amanda Lehan-Canto.
 
The beach ball-sized breasts in her face gurgled and churned as they worked over the broiling remains of the Portuguese pig’s breakfast, melting them down into more fat for themselves and more milk to steadily leak out of Amanda’s nipples directly onto the floor.
 
“Hey, Allie.”, said the giantess casually.
“Where are ya going?”
 
“Hi, Amanda…”, Allie said nervously.
“I was just going to my office for a bit, so if you could excuse me, I’ll just be getting to that…”
 
“Aw! But that’s no fun!”, Amanda exclaimed as she stepped in front of her boss’ way.
“Why don’t you hang in here with the girls for a bit? Never killed anybody- Well, not a LOT of people, I guess…”
 
“Hey, I am NOT a woman, Amanda. Okay?”, corrected the femboy on the other side of the room.
“You see this? You see THIS?”
 
Chanse emphasized his words by running his hand up and down the back of his curvy body, ending his show by digging his hand underneath his fatty butt cheeks and lifting it to show off its heft.
 
“All man!”, he finished.
“And don’t you forget it.”
 
“True, but you DO wear high heels more than anyone else in this office.”, Amanda replied.
 
“That and you’ve got maybe the best nails on the whole block.”, Erin added with another pose towards her outstretched phone.
 
“Aw! Thank you, Erin!”, Chanse exclaimed with a flick of his hair.
“I like to think it’s a little something I picked up from this girl I knew back in my improv class. Said she used to be a nail tech on the side…”
 
Angela choked a bit upon having her comrade’s comment reach her ears, swallowing the mouthful of milk she’d been storing in her cheeks before piping up to say something.
 
“No?!”, she exclaimed.
“Chanse, I had class with the girl you’re talking about.”
 
“You did?”, Chanse said back in surprise.
 
“We both did, and she wasn’t a nail tech.”, Angela explained.
“She had this bit in our improv class where she was a BLIND nail tech who kept giving the wrong things to her clients.”
 
“Oh, that’s RIGHT!”, Chanse said in realization.
“Gosh, she was so funny…”
 
“Uh huh.”, Angela nodded in agreement.
“My heart broke when I found out you ate her.”
 
Chanse let out a gasp of shock only a man wearing high heels and nail extensions could pull off.
 
“Angela! It did not!”, he exclaimed.
“But you were always talking about how much YOU wanted to eat her.”
 
“Exactly, which is why my heart broke.”, Angela finished.
“Figured she’d look a lot better on MY ass than she did yours.”
 
“Don’t sell yourself short, honey!”, Chanse replied.
“Your ass is looking pretty fat nowadays, too! Probably get a lot fatter, drinking out of this girl…”
 
Chanse solidified his statement with a few pats on his superior’s gut, forcing a loud-
 
*BUORP*
 
-up from Selina’s stomach that sent both spit and small pieces of bone flying past he and Angela’s faces.
 
“Oh, please!”, replied Angela.
“Drinking from her’s probably gonna give you bigger boobs than me someday.”
 
“You really think so?”, Chanse asked before the pred in front of him groaned in anger.
 
“Oh my GOD! Just shut up and empty me out already.”, Selina exclaimed as she mashed both of her feedee’s faces into her breasts.
“Supposed to be on a business call in a bit and I can’t have the both of you guys getting all sappy over some girl that got gurgled a couple years ago.”
 
“Hey, it’s not OUR fault your milk is fucking endless.”, Angela stated with a point of her finger between Chanse and herself.
 
“For real, you need to start working on the FARM, girl!”, Chanse added.
“Regular dairy cow over here…”
 
“Oh yeah? Well, the BOTH of you are getting churned into dairy if you don’t hurry up.”, threatened Selina.
“Ask you guys to do ONE THING besides eat somebody…”
 
“Not bad, Selina.”, Erin said passively.
“Thought I would’ve gone for a more “cow pie” angle myself…”
 
“Oh!”, Selina groaned angrily.
“Go play on your phone.”
 
“Gladly.”, Erin said as she leaned back to take more pictures, a rancid-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blowing out from beneath her as she did so.
 
Allie’s glasses fell down her nose a bit, seeing the murderous clown show her company had become, before Amanda brought her back to attention.
 
“So Allie.”, said the giantess.
“About my little… offer.”
 
“Uh, no offense, Amanda, but I don’t really think you were “offering” anything to me earlier.”, Allie said pathetically.
“Unless you mean, uh… these.”
 
Allie tentatively poked the breasts that hung in front of her for emphasis, an excessive amount of milk spraying over her hand as she did so, singeing it slightly.
 
“Come on, Allie; of course, I mean my girls!”, Amanda exclaimed as she took both breasts in her hands.
“It’s free milk! On the house...”
 
As much as Amanda was trying to sell it, the noticeable twitch that appeared in her eye as she yanked freshly-melted milk out of her breast was only making Allie want that digestive dairy less.
 
The several bones falling out and onto the floor once she finally got a good pump in probably even more so.
 
“Freshly… squeezed…”, Amanda said with some strain before stopping to take a break.
“Squeezed right from the cow herself.”
 
Before Allie could even begin to tell Amanda the kind of damage swallowing milk stuffed with bones would do to her system, the hucow leaned over and plucked a rib bone up from the milky puddle that lied beneath her; ignoring the obvious horror in her boss’ eyes, Amanda took the bone into her mouth and bit it squarely between her teeth with an audible-
 
*CRUNCH*
 
-chewing it as if it were granola before throwing the other half in and swallowing once the whole thing was mashed down into a disgusting pulp.
 
“Thanks for the offer, Amanda, but I think I’m going to have to pass.”, Allie said with a nervous laugh as she wiggled her way towards the towering glutton.
“Maybe during lunch break!”
 
With one FAR too close pass of the giant’s stomach (audibly growling in her ears as she walked past), Allie freed herself from the break room and continued on towards her office, leaving Amanda with a temporarily empty stomach and something of a temper to boot.
 
“Hey, I don’t remember saying you had a CHOICE, Allie.”, she called out after her boss.
“You saying no only makes me wanna give it to you more, so get over here before I make you my next batch. Allie!”
 
With Amanda the Amazon now trailing behind her, Allie picked up her step a little bit as she made her way across the main floor of the office, passing by desks and cubicles of every shape and size in an attempt to flee to the safety of her office.
 
With a few turns around the maze-like walls of the office, though, Allie had finally managed to escape the beast.
 
And she might have gotten away with it too, if she hadn’t spent so much time looking back that she’d ran directly into the back of the resident office weirdo Olivia Sui, whose vast collection of stolen debit cards comically flew out of her hands and scattered all over the floor the moment Allie ran into her.
 
Before Allie could apologize for making contact with her, Olivia decided, instead, to make a show out of her little “accident”, audibly gasping in feigned surprise before delicately leaning over and sticking her wide hips and her fat Chinese-American ass in the air as she picked up her cards one-by-one.
 
“Oh no! I dropped my massive collection of credit cards all over the floor!”, Olivia said in feigned shock as she looked into her boss’ eyes behind her.
“Sure hope somebody doesn’t lean too close to my FAT, Asian BUTT while I’m bent over like this. It’d be a TERRIBLE shame if I got to turn somebody like my BOSS into butt fat in such a compromising position!”
 
Instead of bending down to join Olivia (and fall for her obvious trap), Allie simply stood above the curvy Asian and looked around for her pursuer, who was thankfully nowhere in sight at the moment.
 
“Olivia…”, she said nervously.
“You tried this same thing yesterday.”
 
“So?”, Olivia said with a shrug of her shoulders.
 
Before Allie could think up a proper response, the sound of a filing cabinet tumbling to the ground behind her prompted her to turn around and see the towering figure of Amanda look about like an animal on the hunt before setting her eyes on Allie.
 
“There you are…”, she cooed as she trudged her way towards the frightened boss, who quickly trampled Olivia’s credit card as she took flight once again.
 
Little solace was given to the pred for her failed attempt at eating her boss, as Amanda easily pushed Olivia out of the way and conveniently over a desk, toppling the bottom heavy Asian to the ground before she could even process what was going on.
 
“Out of the way, Livi.”, exclaimed the giant as she stomped her way past the ruined desk.
“I saw her first.”
 
Olivia, meanwhile, simply sat up and let the blood rush back into her head, her eyes crossing slightly as she struggled to process what had just happened.
 
“You can have her…”, she said before an errant belch forced a few more credit cards covered in spit up from her stomach and out of her mouth.
 
Down the hall, Amanda scoured the room for her prey, her teeth grinding against each other as red hot drool began pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor, sizzling as it did so.
 
Inside a broom closet close by, Allie shuffled her way even further back into the pitch black room, knocking broomsticks and cleaning supplies out of the way as she crumpled herself away in the corner and waited.
 
“Where ARE you?”, Amanda cooed as she stomped past the closet, Allie’s heart racing in her chest before an odd feeling began to run across the entirety of her stomach before reaching her chest.
 
Whatever it was felt almost akin to a balloon the way it not only pressed against her body but was steadily getting bigger the longer she stood in the corner.
 
After fumbling a bit with the light switch above her head, Allie flicked on the lights to reveal the mysterious object to be none other than the steadily inflating stomach of Courtney Miller, Smosh’s trademark hot girl and maybe the last person she (or anyone else at the office) would choose to get stuck in a closet with.
 
While yes, her blonde hair and magnificent curves made her quite the attention getter online, what lied UNDER the surface effectively turned her body from a supermodel’s into a walking, talking toxic waste dump, spewing out massive belches and farts nearly every hour of the day on account of a disease she shared with a select number of the population: “ventusitis.”
 
One that made her body react violently to any meat entering her system and one that she could easily fix by just eating less people throughout the day, but a headstrong (and mildly stupid) person like her was never going to let THAT get in the way of her preferred diet.
 
Still, while she herself never minded the hellish hurricanes that would blast out of her ass from time to time, she did SOMETIMES take into account the health and safety of her fellow predators (the rest of the general populace could fend for themselves), which partially explained why she was in the closet, looking as though she was about to blow up with her boss now along for the ride.
 
“Hi.”, she said with an awkward wave.
 
“Courtney!”, Allie exclaimed in whisper.
“What are you DOING in here?”
 
“I ate somebody for breakfast this morning and they were making me SUPER freaking gassy.”, Courtney explained before muffling a crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-that blew out between her lips in a half-assed way.
“So I came in here just to kind of let it all out a bit.”
 
Courtney emphasized her point by reeling her head back and letting a loud fart lift up the sweatshirt around her waist and fill up the floor of the room, leaving Allie and herself knee deep in noxious fumes as the blonde girl’s stomach deflated ever so slightly before continuing to bloat once the passing of gas had stopped.
 
“What?!”, the boss exclaimed.
“Why would you let it loose in here?!”
 
“Because you told me I’d get written up if I made the paint start to peel in the break room again.”, Courtney explained.
 
“Courtney, you OWN a stake in the company.”, the older woman said back.
“I could not write you up if I tried.”
 
“I hope you’re right about that…”, Courtney said nervously as she dug her nails into the wall behind her.
 
“Why wouldn’t I be right about that…”, Allie asked before she realized just how much Courtney’s stomach was bloating in front of her.
“Oh no. Oh, no no no no no!”
 
Another fart escaped from between Courtney’s fat white ass cheeks, only this time it seemed in precedence to something much larger.
 
“Courtney? Listen to me, Courtney…”, Allie said in desperation.
“Just let me back out and you’ll get to KEEP that stake in the company. Do you hear me? Courtney? Let me out, Courtney… Let me OUT!”
 
“Too late…”, the blonde said with her eyes crossed before a powerful belch worked its way up her throat and out of her mouth, blasting her boss in the face with the scents of rotten flesh broiling in her belly before the REAL bomb had even gotten a chance to blow up.
 
From outside the closet, a thick green fog could be seen leaking out between the cracks of the door before a distinct blast shook the building with the closet as its core, coughing coming from within before Allie swung the door open and stepped out from the acid cloud filling up the room behind her.
 
Just seconds of being within such a close blast radius was not only making her head pulse and her vision spin, but also making her OWN body gassy as well, belting out a crude burp/fart combo of her own before stumbling in surprise and tripping over a rather small object being carried by somebody she hadn’t even seen before onto the ground.
 
“Hey!”, exclaimed the figure.
 
After taking a moment to readjust to her surroundings, Allie placed her glasses back onto her face and found that she’d just tripped over the distended gut of Heidi Ha, the studio’s head production assistant and resident short girl (outside of a couple others, of course.)
 
“Sorry, Heidi.”, Allie apologized as she straightened herself up.
“Promise I didn’t see you there!”
 
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind…”, Heidi said back under her breath, tracing a finger across her gut for a moment before giving it a hearty slap to further hasten digestion.
 
“What?”, asked her boss, her head still fuzzy on account of Courtney’s fumes.
 
“Nothing!”, Heidi said quickly.
“I think Arasha said she needed your help with something in the bathroom a bit ago…”
 
“In the bath- Alright. Beats dealing with Amanda right now.”, Allie said with a sigh.
“Thank you, Heidi.”
 
“No problem!”, she said with a smile as Allie walked right past her towards the bathroom, waiting unroll her boss was out of view before letting her grin melt away from her face.
“She is SO melting in my gut later…”
 
Before long, Allie had reached the often ignored but still VERY abused staff restroom, and based on the loud and angered grunts coming from inside the place, Allie could tell the woman inside (the aforementioned pred/professional liar Arasha Lalani) was certainly getting put through the wringer right now, or more so than usual, at least.
 
Must’ve tried eating one of her Indian relatives again; ironic for that to be the only kind of person to go right through her…
 
“Doing okay in there, Arasha?”, Allie asked through the door.
 
“Fine!”, Arasha replied before another round of farts proved her wrong.
 
“You sure?”, asked the boss.
“Heidi said you needed me to get something.”
 
A lengthy pause occurred before Arasha answered her boss’s concern, the distinctive growl of a stomach being heard for a split second before more farts, burps and angered screaming blew an answer right out of her.
 
“Bringing me some more food would be nice.”, she finally said back, clearly out of breath.
 
“I- I’m not sure if that’s gonna help you out in there, Arasha.”, Allie replied with a stammer.
“Sounds like you’re having a rough enough time with your food as is-“
 
Before she could even finish her sentence, the door in front of her opened JUST enough for Arasha’s arm to reach around and grab Allie’s shirt with enough force to slam her chest first into the door.
 
“I SAID get me some more food!”, Arasha yelled.
“My stomach’s gone from half-empty to full-empty right now and I’d like a little bit more fat for my thighs before I head home today, so go get me some more or else I’m making YOU into my next TOILET. You got… that…?”
 
The threatening aura being exuded by the Indian girl from behind the door steadily faded away as another wave of gas and God knows what began barreling out of her ass, forcing Arasha to loosen her grip on Allie’s shirt just enough for the boss to simply take a step back and slip away…
 
Or rather she WOULD have if Amanda weren’t standing right behind her.
 
“Going somewhere?”, she asked with her arms crossed.
 
“Amanda!”, Allie yelled in fear.
“I was just, uh… just checking on Arasha! Making sure everything was okay for all my pred employees, haha…”
 
“Uh huh; nice try.”, said the giantess before she leaned over Allie and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Arasha. Try not to clog up the toilet again, okay? Was thinking about maybe giving Allie here a little tour of the plumbing today, if you know what I mean.”
 
“Cool!”, Arasha said tensely.
“Might be here for a good while longer, though…”
 
The look of confidence on Amanda’s face steadily went away once Arasha gave her answer, her brain already conjuring some new way to go about ending her boss’ life.
 
“Uh, how much longer?”, she asked.
 
“I dunno.”, groaned Arasha.
“An hour. Two hours max- max…”
 
“Two hours?!”, Amanda exclaimed.
“God damn, girl! Who’d you eat to be in there for so long?”
 
“Nothing!”, Arasha exclaimed.
“It was just my stupid aunt-“
 
The sound of Arasha throwing her hands over her mouth to stop herself from talking were audible to both Allie AND Amanda, the ladder of whom reeled back a bit at the thought of someone she considered a friend devouring a family member.
 
“Excuse me?”, Amanda asked.
“I’m sorry. It was just your stupid what now?”
 
“I mean, it was just my stupid aunt’s COOKING!”, corrected Arasha.
“Yes, plates and plates just- Ooh! Stuffed to the brim with my aunt’s scrumptious, delicious… Ooh, BOWEL-destroying cooking…”
 
“Okay! I get ya.”, Amanda nodded before smirking.
“Cute that you’d think I’d fall for that…”
 
“What?!”, Arasha yelled alongside another audible assault on her bowels.
 
“Nothing, nothing; you just keep letting loose in there.”, Amanda said affirmatively before dealing with the issue at hand.
“Alright, Allie! Guess I am just gonna have to dump YOU out in the communal dumpster in the parking lot out back…”
 
The playful nature of the predator’s threat trailed off once she realized the boss she’d been planning on showing the back door was nowhere to be seen; after shifting to the right a bit to make sure her snack wasn’t hiding underneath her humongous chest, it was made more clear to her than ever now that Allie was gone.
 
“Oh, God damn it!”, she yelled.
“You’re totally getting shoved up my ass for this, wherever you are.”
 
At that, Amanda stormed off, leaving Arasha to continue her gaseous destruction of the first floor’s plumbing system and Allie to cautiously stick her head out from the closet across the way, making sure the coast was clear before stepping out into the open and revealing her impromptu closet mates (producer/nympho Kimmy Jimenez and her latest lover boy) locked in each others embrace behind her.
 
Well, less of an “embrace” and more of a “Venus fly trap ensnaring a fly” sort of deal, but you get the idea.
 
“Thank you, Kimmy.”, Allie said, out of breath.
“Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
 
“No problem…”, said Kimmy with a huff.
“Guess I’ll just have to get knocked the fuck up some OTHER TIME then, I guess…”
 
“Oh, and uh, not to critique you that much after helping me out, Kimmy, but I’m sure the old CEO gave you this talk already, but it’s against company policy to show public displays of affection in the workplace.”, Allie said nervously.
“You and your husband are gonna have to take that outside.”
 
“Who said this was my husband?”, she said bluntly to the boss, her lover’s eyes darting nervously back and forth between Kimmy’s and Allie’s.
 
“Right.”, Allie said awkwardly.
“Carry on.”
 
At that, she left, leaving Kimmy and her plaything alone to continue their business in “peace”.
 
“I will!”, Kimmy said matter-of-factly.
“Hmmph. Rude!”
 
The eyes of Kimmy’s prey widened with obvious fear once Kimmy closed the door behind her, leaving Allie alone to herself once again.
 
The sound of her heels crossing the concrete floor felt therapeutic to her in that moment, made all the more better by the familiar sight of her office finally come into view down the way.
 
“Oh my God. Oh my God!”, she said to herself before relaxing.
“Okay, Allie. You got this. Deep breaths, just like we practiced.”
 
Just like she had on her way into work that day, Allie walked towards her office with a firm stance and powerful step, looking to make one last attempt at being the boss of this place before an all too familiar voice came barreling out from behind her.
 
“Oh, Allie!”
 
All confidence within her froze like a block of ice as Allie stood in place and looked back out of the corner of her eyes…
 
Her heart wanting to jump out of her chest once she saw the tall figure of Amanda shoving a squirming pair of legs directly up her ass, making sure to flash her boss a look as her intestines took over the work of dragging her prey more and more into her awaiting stomach.
 
“Thought it’d get you a roommate!”, she laughed as the light blue sneakers of her ass snack disappeared past her delight brown butt cheeks.
“What do ya think?”
 
Looking to keep her composure in spite of the obvious death threat, Allie simply took a deep breath and continued her walk towards her office, confusing Amanda even more than she already had before.
 
“I don’t know why you think you can run from me right now; you know I work for you, right?”, she bragged as she hiked her shorts up around her steadily fattening ass and quickly gave chase.
“Your name goes on my paycheck, unless you’d rather sign it when I’m wiping off what’s left of you later out back! You think you’re gonna add to my boobs? Oh, who am I kidding? Of COURSE, you are!”
 
Allie’s walk grew faster and faster the closer Amanda became, missing a stray grab from the predator’s hand by only an inch before swinging open the door to her office and slamming it shut behind her, clutching the doorframe behind her as she caught her breath.
 
“Can’t hide in there forever, half pint!”, gloated Amanda.
“Just try talking nice to me and maybe I’ll just let you off with a little face-sitting later. Heh HA, ha ha…”
 
At that, the towering predator sauntered off, leaving Allie to slowly slide down the door and catch her breath as she took in the air of the one place she considered to be her safe haven…
 
Her office.
 
Despite being a lot more formal than one would expect from an office placed squarely in the middle of the floor of a former warehouse, the main feature of the room now was its ridiculously disheveled look, almost as if to mirror the mindset of the woman currently confined to it for God knows how long.
 
Papers of all sorts were strewn about the place in every direction, chairs left toppled over and shattered on account of some half-ton women destroying them left to sit and collect dust…
 
Black-and-white photos of the previous CEOs before her littered the walls, each one hastily scribbled over in posthumous taunts detailing the digestion-filled deaths that ended their tenure with the company: skulls and crossbones, X’s over eyes, even a few autographs from the women of the office (and Chanse) congratulating themselves on whichever one they’d managed to fire themselves.
 
As insulting as those pictures were, taking them down would’ve only been more of an ingestion-worthy insult, so they stayed up as a reminder to Allie that she was nothing but a fish swimming in a barrel that was supposedly all hers.
 
Regardless of the situation, the boss was happy to finally be free of that damn barbarian with bangs and settle down…
 
Only to leap back into her desk chair with a pathetic yelp as a loud bang came from outside her office window, scared that Amanda was back and unafraid of letting a little door get between her and her next couple cup sizes.
 
In reality, though, the figure at the window was the much less chaotic presence of the in-office set designer, Zoe Moacanin.
 
In many ways, Zoe ways fairly similar to Courtney: a blonde-haired white girl with an average build, if a little bit older and a little bit less stacked compared to her hyper gluttonous counterpart.
 
The real difference, however, was not physical but auditory, as while Courtney couldn’t go a full minute without letting out some sonic boom-level gas that’d threaten to burst any passerby’s ear drums, Zoe often went days without making a single noise in her work around the office, often sticking to her plain whiteboard and marker whenever she wanted to get her thoughts across like she was now.
 
“What is it, Zoe?”, Allie said with notable exhaustion.
 
Zoe “replied” by simply banging her whiteboard up against the window, the black text reading “Lunch? Y/N” clear as day to the tired woman inside.
 
“No… Zoe, I just got here.”, explained the boss.
“I’m not taking any lunch break right now, okay?”
 
Zoe lowered her whiteboard to write on it again; with a similar-
 
*THUNK*
 
-it now read “YOU weren’t, I was”.
 
“Okay?”, Allie said, motioning past the window with her hand.
“Then go! Take your lunch.”
 
Zoe simply shook her head “no” in response before underlining the “YOU” already written on her whiteboard and banging it against the window again.
 
Allie planted her face in the palms of her hands.
 
“Don’t tell me I’m your LUNCH…”, she said in desperation.
 
Peeking up from her palms, Allie saw Zoe give an emotionless thumbs up to her through the cracks of her fingers and felt her heart sink as a result.
 
“What do you all WANT from me?!”, she cried dramatically.
 
A slight look of concern appeared on Zoe’s face before she took her board down from the window and doodled on it one last time, simply placing it up against the window this time so as to not make her potential food any more tense than it needed to be.
 
Might ruin the flavor, doing that…
 
“Maybe a couple cup sizes?”, said the board, Zoe herself simply offering a shrug of her shoulders to explain herself.
 
“Go back to your post now, Zoe...”, Allie said with her face still in her hands, afraid of what the blonde mime might do next but too tired to do anything to stop it.
“Please?”
 
Much to her relief, Zoe simply doodled a crude drawing of a middle finger being raised before raising one herself at her boss before walking away in anger.
 
An attitude like that would get one fired under different circumstances, but considering she was basically the office’s hostage at this point, Alessandra could do little more than just take it and carry on.
 
Which she was more than happy to do right now.
 
Finally left alone for a few seconds, Allie leaned back in her chair and took in the relative silence of the room, the sounds of muffled burps or screams in the distance reminding her of the safe place this office was.
 
She let out a sigh of relief…
 
Only for her labored breath to be mirrored and outshone by the inhuman eating machine taking up the office next door: Smosh’s primary video director, Kiana Parker.
 
For years, Kiana had been the go-to woman for overseeing the various types of content that got made at the warehouse-turned-office space: games, storytime videos, mukbangs, you name it.
 
Nowadays, though, it seemed as though the only thing more important to Kiana than video making was being the in-office garbage disposal, growing to be nothing more than an immobile Black blob that had LONG since grown incapable of actually leaving the office where she sat in order to actually direct, instead using video calls and the little robot screens on wheels to continue having a presence in the office.
 
For Alessandra though, Kiana’s presence was felt without her even needing to be in the room.
 
Given that every inch of the office next door was taken up by a big, fat, gluttonous man-eater, the walls themselves flexed inward and outwards as the insatiable glutton fueled the furnace that her body has become with every breath, the constant strain her fatty form had on the walls being hastened by every gaseous belch or face-melting fart that blew out of her, the ladder of which were thankfully vented directly into the parking lot outside.
 
Not that it gave Alessandra ANY solace about working next to the immobile gas bag, but still, it was better than nothing.
 
Or at least better than what was ACTUALLY affecting her day job.
 
Just like every day before, a steady wave of sweat began to ooze through the wall separating Kiana’s office from her own, soaking the papers that laid in its wake and cranking up the temperature in Allie’s OWN office by at least a couple degrees, only adding to the raging headache the increasingly frustrated boss was dealing with at the moment.
 
So much so that all it took was a few simple knocks on her office door to finally set her off.
 
“WHAT?!”, she yelled at the mystery person.
 
“Hey, Alex? It’s Lisa.”, said a voice on the other side.
“I wanted to talk to you for a bit.”
 
Taking a moment to process talking to another person right now, Allie straightened her hair, readjusted her glasses and stepped over the door to open it, letting in maybe the only decent ally she had in this hellscape: her second-in-command and head of human relations, Lisa Van Lenner.
 
At well over forty years old, Lisa was by far the oldest woman currently employed at Smosh and, on some days, one of the hottest, the slight wrinkles on her face and diminutive stature pairing nicely with her motherly hips and breasts that still bulged out from beneath the thick woolen sweaters she wore almost daily, no matter the weather.
 
“I see you’ve taken to redecorating the place.”, she said as she strutted in.
“Not bad, not bad…”
 
“Nothing has changed since you’ve last been in here.”, Allie said as she walked past Lisa and collapsed back into her chair.
 
“Well, sure it has!”, Lisa replied as she planted her fat butt down atop her superior’s desk.
“Kiana’s grown a few pounds, I’VE grown a few pounds, Chanse got his ass stuck in the bathroom DOORWAY again…”
 
“How do you do it, Lisa?”, Allie interrupted.
 
“Do what?”, Lisa asked.
 
“Just…”, Allie said with a hand wave for emphasis.
“This!”
 
“Oh. Ha!”, Lisa said with a laugh.
“Oh, that’s a good one. Probably got a coffee mug in my office that says the same thing…”
 
A brief thought of the towering collection of coffee mugs that sat atop her desk (most of which belonged to her former prey) was interrupted by a stray glance at Allie, who looked back at Lisa with a disappointed seriousness in her eyes.
 
“Alright.”, she said appropriately.
“Well, the first thing I do in the morning is wake up, have sex with my husband, take a show-“
 
“No no no no no.”, Allie interrupted.
“Not… that. Lisa, I’m talking about all of THIS.”
 
“The… room?”, Lisa asked.
 
“How do you run this place?!”, Allie yelled.
 
“Oh! Got it!”, Lisa said with a snap of her fingers.
“Well, if you wanna run a place, you gotta have some authority, right?”
 
“Right…”, Allie said back.
 
“And how do you GET that authority?”, asked the older woman.
 
The look that Lisa gave to Allie made her feel as though she were a mouse being preyed on by a cat, just looking like she’d rather have her answer SQUEEZED out of her “superior” than engage in actual conversation; nevertheless, Allie tried her best.
 
“By being the boss.”, she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
 
“Ha! You WISH it was that easy.”, Lisa laughed.
“I’ve got more bosses filling out my hips than I do employees, probably.”
 
Allie raised a finger to ask a question before Lisa interrupted herself.
 
“Scratch that, actually.”, she said to both Allie and herself.
“There is no WAY that’s true!”
 
“Lisa!”, Allie interjected.
“You want me to eat people?”
 
“Yeah.”, Lisa said matter-of-factly.
“How ELSE are you gonna do it? You know, dog-eat-dog?”
 
“I never learned how to eat somebody when I was a kid-“, Allie groaned before coming to her senses.
“What am I- That’s not important! I need these girls to RESPECT me here, Lisa, and I shouldn’t have to turn myself into a fat, slobby serial killer just so I don’t have to walk around thinking I’m going to get eaten and DIE every time I come in!”
 
Not even Kiana letting out a room-shaking belch next door could penetrate the cold silence that followed Allie’s little rant.
 
“Alright…”, Lisa said awkwardly.
“Well, maybe I should start off with a couple ground rules, okay? First off, I am pretty sure that most of the girls working here do NOT like getting called serial killers.”
 
Once again, Allie leaned back in her chair to reply before Lisa continued with a counterpoint.
 
“I mean, some of them MIGHT not mind it…”, she continued.
“I know I certainly don’t, but there’s definitely a few people working here that, to be honest, I’m not even sure they think of the sna- I’m sorry, “people” they eat as human beings.”
 
“Who might those be?”, Allie asked.
 
“Hard to tell. Be sure to let you know next time I hear somebody say it.”, Lisa replied.
“Second, you don’t HAVE to be a predator to get these ladies to like you. Just look at every GUY that works here during the week. Asides from Chanse, of course.”
 
Allie thought for a bit on the “guys” in question; considering she only came down here on the weekends/when video making had wrapped for the week, the only men she ever seemed to see down here were often just walking and talking snacks for the dozen plus predator women working here to melt down into bubbling slop before shitting out what’s left of them in the dumpster out back.
 
Were there OTHER EMPLOYEES she’d never met with in-person before?
 
The thought of having more stomachs to worry about threw Allie off slightly before she got back to the topic at hand.
 
“Have they been here long?”, she asked.
 
“Wha- Come on, Allie!”, Lisa said in disbelief.
“Have they been here long?” They used to run the whole freaking company. They’re still major players for the show/shows! Heck, you wouldn’t HAVE this job if it weren’t for one of those guys coming back and buying the company.”
 
Allie straightened up her seat a little bit, glad to hear that at least SOMETHING about this place was relatively normal.
 
“And for our last six CEO’s getting violently digested by all the ladies and Chanse that work here, but that’s just a side thing!”, Lisa said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Besides! That makes you lucky number seven! There’s no WAY you’re getting here, IF you don’t piss somebody off, which can be a little hard on some days since most of the ladies here just kinda wake up in a hungry mood sometimes that makes them extra likely to try something a little fucked, but I’m sure you’ll be FINE!”
 
Allie sunk back down in her seat a bit, hearing that.
 
“Are you sure?”, she asked.
 
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, it is IMPOSSIBLE for most people to stay undigested here. I think maybe 80 or 85% of people that walk in here usually wind up “walking out” via somebody’s butt.”, Lisa explained.
“We used to have this one guy named Matt that worked for us, right? Brought him on around the same time we did Chanse and Angela. Oh my GOD! Those guys were basically pulling straws to see who’d get to eat him first, the first day of him being here.”
 
“You mind if I ask who did?”, Allie asked.
 
“It was me, actually.”, Lisa said with a womanly giggle.
“Yup, I handle all the hirings and the firings around here, so he was lunch for me the second I got the letter from the higher up! Only reason I remember I did it is because I still had to sign his check for that week, ha! Can you believe that? I think it went to his family or something, I don’t know. All I know is that firing him was more money for the company and more butt fat for yours truly, so I’d say it was worth it.”
 
Seeing how lost in thought Lisa had become, Allie simply sighed aloud and banged her head against her desk, prompting Lisa to stop, refocus and put those human relation skills she talked about so much to good use.
 
“Look, I know it can be a lot to deal with, but predators are people, too!”, she explained.
 
“We’ve got wants and feelings and likes and dislikes the same way everybody else does. Just because ours are a little different doesn’t mean they aren’t similar! Like, instead of talking about what clothes you bought recently, you could just ask what clothes they burped up from their lunch recently and actually plan on keeping, or how them shitting what’s left of somebody out for twenty minutes reminds you of some awful fast food date you had. Heck, people’s beauty routine here literally involves plucking hair out from between our teeth with a pair of tweezers because we ate somebody orally. I would know because I ate somebody last night and took out their hair this morning. Kinda fun once you get used to it!”
 
As much fun as Lisa was having explaining why killing people for food was actually a wonderful pasttime, it was clear that Allie was understanding it about as much as she would an alien language.
 
“Look, being a squeaky wheel around here means you’re a lot likelier to have the oil to “fix” you be in somebody’s stomach.”, she said solemnly.
“You gotta be on the same page for this!”
 
“I know.”, said Allie.
“It’s just…”
 
“Hard to see it when everyone here only sees you as an appetizer?”, Lisa asked.
 
“Yeah…”, Allie replied.
 
Lisa pinched her chin in thought; this might be harder than she’d realized.
 
“Hmm…”, she hummed.
“I think I might have an idea.”
 
“Does it involve getting eaten?”, Allie asked.
 
“It shouldn’t if it works.”, Lisa said back.
“All you need to do is make nice.”
 
To say Allie’s brain had a hard time understanding Lisa’s idea would be an understatement; what else HAD she been doing up until now?
 
“Okay?!”, she said in confusion.
“How do I do that?”
 
“Just be yourself.”, Lisa replied.
“Come on; what’s the worst that could happen?”
 
Before Allie could give the obvious answer (“Death.”), a trio of knocks on the office door prompted both women to turn and ponder who it could be.
 
“Come in!”, Lisa called towards the stranger, motioning Allie to open the door instead of doing it herself.
“Door’s open…”
 
Allie’s hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment before opening it, images of Amanda’s tall and busty form appearing in the other side of it before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
 
Knowing that Lisa was beside her, though, instilled her with enough confidence to open the door without fear this time, revealing a rather unusual sight standing on the other side: a robotic screen with wheels sitting on a pole standing at about four feet in height…
 
The innumerous chins and pillowy cheek fat surrounding the blobby face of Kiana on the screen’s actual display.
 
“Oh hey, Kiana!”, Lisa exclaimed.
“Allie and I were just talking about you.”
 
“Really?”, Kiana asked, every curve on her face wobbling as she centered herself towards the camera a bit more.
 
“Yes, Kiana…”, Lisa said with a look back to Allie.
“We were just wondering if you… had any new ideas for videos lately!”
 
After an another look and a nod of her head to join in, Allie finally got the gears turning enough to pitch in to the conversation.
 
“We’ve been looking to branch out.”, she said bluntly.
“And we figured that somebody with your… experience here at the office might be the thing we need to get some real winners on the docket for the next couple months.”
 
“Well, I…”, Kiana said with strained breath.
“I had a few ideash I wanted to run b- *BEURP* -by you guysh in termsh of videosh TODAY, actually…”
 
“Great!”, Allie said with as much excitement as she could muster.
“Lay them on us…”
 
“Well, the firsht wash kind of a ret- *UURRRP* -return of the Shummer Gamesh we ushed to do every year, except it’sh JUSHT the girlsh!”, the blob said excitedly.
“We shell it with a lot of bikini merch and shtuff like that and we’d get SO many viewsh! Plush it’ll jusht be a lot of fun to record, I feel like.”
 
“Ooh!”, Lisa exclaimed.
“That one is a good one…”
 
Lisa scribbled something down on a piece of paper before passing it to Allie; instead of actual notes, however, it simply read:
 
“Be Nice,
Encourage Her
Or Else We’re
Feeding You To Her!
P.S. LOOK BUSY!”
 
-with a little smily face hastily drawn besides the bottom of the note.
 
Allie felt her heart slam towards the front of her chest as she looked towards her former ally, who simply gave her a wink and a thumbs up before turning back around to face the face of the Black behemoth next door.
 
“The shecond wash kind of a little tour- *BUORP* -tournament I wanted to do with shome tiniesh…”, Kiana continued.
“Get the guysh to tr- *EURP* -train their own little team of tiniesh to run through an obshtacle courshe, loshing team getsh eaten; all that fun shtuff.”
 
“Ooh, that many tinies?”, Lisa asked with concern and another look towards Allie.
“That might go beyond our budget for that week…”
 
“Yeah, I know.”, Kiana said with a slight look to the side.
“I wash jusht looking to level a hundred of ‘em by the time we wrapped filming.”
 
“I feel that, sister…”, Lisa said with a laugh.
“Any feedback you’d like to give, Allie?”
 
“None.”, Allie replied.
“I think both of those sound super fun and there’s a reason you’re still in charge of video making despite your… physical condition…”
 
Despite stating the obvious, the living death machine that was Kiana simply eyed her boss in confusion.
 
“What do you mean?”, she asked with a sly glance.
 
“She means you can go bigger. Like, WAY bigger.”, Lisa added.
“So big, we gotta divert 4% of the channel budget into getting you a new office every month versus 3%. Right, Allie?”
 
“Y- yeah…”, Allie said nervously.
“I think that bigger IS better, and with you being the biggest, you really shine through as an outstanding member of our team without even having to be on-“
 
Allie’s words of praise were halted when another room-shaking fart erupted from the office next door, causing her to cringe up and notice how Kiana simply continued to smile innocently at her boss before the farting stopped and Allie continued.
 
“Camera.”, she finished.
“That and you, uh… look good today, Kiana.”
 
“Oh, ha!”, the blob laughed in surprise.
“Thank you-“
 
Kiana’s thanks was capped off by another loud belch directly into the camera, causing the screen to fall to the side a bit as it hung dangerously close to the black hole that was the Black woman’s mouth.
 
“Do you get out much?”, Allie continued, already more nervous than when she began.
 
“Not really.”, the blob said with a nod.
“Jusht kinda chill in here mosht of the t- *BURP* -time.”
 
“That’s… cool.”, Allie replied, looking to Lisa for some support (and getting none.)
“So… eat any tasty people lately?”
 
“Hmm. I guessh.”, Kiana said in thought as Allie kicked her desk in self-hatred for bringing up such a ridiculous topic.
“Food’sh food.”
 
“How about any NERD girls?”, asked the oldest woman in the room.
“Bet you’re glad you don’t have to get glasses stuck between your teeth anymore ever since you swallowed that dentist, huh?”
 
“Nah, you guysh have been fi- *BEUORP* -fine with that.”, Kiana replied.
“Could go for a few more brunettes, though…”
 
The pen Allie had been writing with was driven cleanly through the paper and into the desk the moment she heard that come out of Kiana.
 
It was impossible, she thought; there’s no WAY they could be describing prey like her on accident.
 
“It’s a test. That’s all this is.”, she thought to herself.
“Just a simple test to get me to test my patience and see how long it takes before I’m left BEGGING for them to end it all and eat me, but I’m not going to let them. No, Allie; don’t let them get to you…”
 
“Are you okay, bossh?”, Kiana asked.
“Looking kinda hot, for shome reashon…”
 
Allie looked from the killers in front of her to the desk beneath her, taking note of the drops of nervous sweat dotting her desktop before trying to keep cool.
 
“Nope! Fine as ever, Kiana!”, she said with a wipe of her brow.
“Couldn’t be happier working with you, Lisa and every last person here!”
 
“Aw! Well, that’s great.”, Lisa said with a smile.
“For a second there, I thought you were go MAD or something, like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and all that. Wonder what that guy’s doing now…”
 
Before Allie could keep up the ruse any longer, a potential out came in the form of a stack of papers falling off of the filing cabinets on the far side of the wall and onto the floor.
 
Followed by another… and another… and another.
 
Before long, the filing cabinets themselves toppled over as the wall behind them quickly because overwhelmed by a thick, gelatinous wave of brown flesh that poured into the office now that it was unrestrained, both Allie and Lisa knowing damn well that this wasn’t just some freak accident.
 
With a woman as large as Kiana was getting squeezed into a 25x25 foot office space, things tended to get pushed around a lot whenever she grew.
 
In less than a minute, nearly the entire wall on the left side of Allie’s office was toppled over to make way for Kiana’s flab, that mountainous Black fat crushing filing cabinets underneath them as if they were tin cans.
 
Allie and Lisa stepped back in surprise (Allie more so than Lisa, obviously) at the grandiose display of gluttony before them.
 
“Shorry!”, Kiana exclaimed, her pathetic hands wiggling atop her massive body as she did so.
“My b- *UUOOORRRRP* -bad.”
 
“Well… I was right, Kiana.”, Lisa said with a shrug of the shoulders.
“You sure as hell got bigger.”
 
“Every day!”, Kiana said cheerily before another powerful fart blasted from between her butt cheeks, missing the window it was vented through slightly and leaving a puffy green cloud to melt whatever material it came into contact with as a result.
 
Allie simply looked on slack-jawed, both amazed and petrified that the gluttony in this building seemingly knew no end.
 
“Well, come on, Allie!”, Lisa said as she hopped down from the desk and waltzed towards the ruined wall.
“I think we might have a FEW minutes to spare before all these papers get buried under your co-worker here.”
 
Despite Lisa’s insistence, Allie stayed frozen in place.
 
“I can’t believe it.”, she said to herself.
“I- I- I can’t believe it.”
 
“Allie, relax! That’s why we get the cheap stuff for the rooms around the office.”, Lisa explained.
“We’ll just get you a new one.”
 
“It’s not ABOUT the new wall, Lisa…”, Allie replied, clearly out of breath from how angry she was.
“It’s about THIS! It’s about YOU, it’s about KIANA; it’s about everyone here thinking this is how you’re supposed to run a fucking YouTube channel. That’s all this is! All this fat and all the people you guys are eating are just doing this for clicks and I can’t fucking do this anymore!”
 
As if the wall coming down wasn’t enough to get people’s attention, Allie’s steady slip from the brink of sanity caused seemingly every pred girl in the building to gather around and see the effects of their mental and physical torture sessions that they’d instilled upon their boss.
 
If only a single one of them cared…
 
“Is she okay?”, asked Kiana from atop her mountainous form.
 
“Oh, she’ll get over it.”, Lisa replied.
“Same thing happened to her yesterday.”
 
“This is never going to end.”, Allie said to herself before crawling under her desk and wrapping herself into a ball.
“I’m going to keep coming in here and acting like I run this place when YOU force me into my office every DAY and just go about your day-to-day, as if you’re not murdering people for fun and threatening to do the same to ME for literally no reason. I- I…”
 
Allie looked around the room for some support from her coworkers, only to be met by hungry eyes and tongues rolling over teeth instead.
 
“Are you done?”, Lisa asked, her arms crossed over her breasts as she leaned over Allie like a child.
 
The boss’ look of mild panic said everything she needed it to.
 
“Alright.”, Lisa said with a sigh before she turned to address the girls.
 
“Guess we’re going with Plan B again…”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Four grueling hours later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
A loud-
 
*BEUUURRRRP*
 
-shook the pebbles in the parking lot outside as Allie slowly made her way out the front door of the office and towards her car…
 
Her stomach the size of a yoga ball hanging dangerously close to the ground as she did so.
 
Friendship was the best policy, as it turned out, and after Allie’s little tirade through THAT plan out the window, Lisa and the gang decided to whip out Plan B, which involved stuffing the CEO’s body with anything they could get their hands on to really make her “one with the office.”
 
Milk still leaked from the side of her lips as she gingerly walked step by step, the massive amount of predators’ gas stuffed into her system threatening to burst out of her ass at any given moment, forcing Allie to physically pull her jacket down over her butt in order to hold back the storm brewing within her that, if it were to get out, would undoubtedly leave her a physically destroyed mess.
 
Or at least MORE physically destroyed than she currently was, of course.
 
As if the gas and the milk weren’t a bad enough combination, the WORST part of her little “bonding experience” came from the cause of her unwelcome outburst Kiana, who simply sat and passed gas as Allie was pressed against her slimy, painfully hot exterior and forced to lick a few folds of hers clean.
 
Yes, not only was there now a copious amount of sweat coating every inch of the supposed-to-be CEO’s body (leaving her clothes completely drenched on top of being ripped in all kinds of places), but also a good gallon of the stuff had managed to slide its way down her throat and into her already abused stomach, making every-
 
*BUORP*
 
-that Allie would make afterwards TINGED with the salty sensation of that wastebasket of a woman whose ever-expanding waistline, SHE was technically helping to pay for.
 
“Hey, Allie!”
 
A feeling of fear ran down her whole body as the abused boss looked back to see Olivia leaning out the front door and holding something aloft in the air before placing it between her teeth.
 
“You forgot your keysh.”, she said as loud as she could with the key ring in her mouth, shaking her head around to let the nibble ring right into Allie’s ears.
 
Tauntingly so.
 
A stray thought passed through her mind of just waddling her bloated ass to the nearest bus stop and leaving the car here, but it was a just a few feet away…
 
Plus the girls surely couldn’t do THAT much to her, could they? She’d already been through MORE than enough to earn their trust.
 
With an audible sigh, Allie turned away from her car and slowly walked back towards Olivia, still somewhat unsure about how this exchange was going to go but certain that it certainly couldn’t get any worse than what she’d already got.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two MORE grueling hours later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
It got worse.
 
Yes, unfortunately for Allie, every expectation she could’ve had for simply grabbing her keys from Olivia’s mouth proved to be 100% correct, as now it was 8 PM, most of the staff had already gone home for the day, and Allie merely laid beside her car in the middle of the empty parking lot…
 
The car-sized stomach that laid on the ground in front of her a clear sign that she’d been manhandled in ways she hadn’t thought possible before today.
 
The fridge in the break room remained open and oddly empty as its contents stewed about in Allie’s stomach; it was almost guaranteed to be stocked full of “snacks” by tomorrow morning, so the pred girls felt no harm in dumping its entire contents directly into their boss’ gut.
 
Along with a few… other things.
 
Yes, this beating had been noticeably more extensive than the last one was (somehow), with office supplies and even a whole chair being crammed inside of Allie’s body to really drive the point home that this place was ALWAYS going to be with her, whether or not she actually went to work that day.
 
Not only that, but the girls had decided to crown their impromptu achievement by stuffing the no-name pizza boy they’d all intended to eat for dinner down ALLIE’s throat for once, almost certainly dislocating her jaw in the process before snapping it back into place just so she could rejoice in digesting the first (and almost certainly not last) prey of her life with only a… “moderate” amount of pain to deal with on the side.
 
By now, the poor fool had already drowned in the miniature pool that sat stuffed within Allie’s gut and melted away into a bubbling slop along with everything else that could hardly be considered food.
 
All the while Allie simply sat and pondered, barely holding on to consciousness as her stomach threatened to drain what energy she still had left to burn off its overwhelming contents.
 
Even without falling asleep though, the effects of her “initiation” were already taking place.
 
Despite the tired, tortured state her mind was in right now, she could already FEEL her boobs growing underneath her shirt, milk steadily beginning to leak through what clothes she still had on as her skirt grew tighter around her slowly fattening ass.
 
She placed a hand atop her gurgling stomach and rubbed it, exhausted.
 
“I need a new job…”