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CollegeHumor Cuisine
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“This is you.”
 
A rather lithe girl with black hair and green eyes (Emily Axford) smiles and waves at the camera.
 
“These are your coworkers.”
 
An assortment of women, ranging in size, shape and color wave to the camera, some licking their lips in hunger as they do so.
 
Emily returns the wave, a nervous look present on her face as she does so.
 
“And these are the thirteen coworkers you will meet whilst working in an office.”
 
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Chapter 4: The Glutton (Izzy Roland)
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“It’s no secret that a gluttonous coworker partakes in the “festivity” of eating almost every hour of the day.”
 
The piece of delicious-looking pizza had barely left Emily’s plate before an obese body slid into the space beside Emily’s desk, knocking over the knee-high trash can that sat in that very space as it did so.
 
“Hey.”, said the woman standing.
“You gonna eat that?”
 
Emily’s eyes glanced from her food into the eyes of Isabella Roland (known to most of the office as Izzy) looking right back at her, the mirror image being reflected in the blonde bully’s glasses showing Emily just how much of a pathetic prey thing she looked right now.
 
Best not mess up whatever thin rope she had by getting between Izzy and whatever she considered food.
 
“I guess not…”, she said as she slowly handed the pizza to her gluttonous coworker, only to reel back in fear once the pred quickly kneeled down and bit the slice right out of her grip in a single chomp, swallowing the thing before Emily even had a chance to process what had just happened.
 
“Thank you.”, Izzy said with a lick of her lips as she leaned down over the pile of trash she’d made (audibly straining her jeans in the process) before scooping the trash back into the can and eating it like popcorn as she walked away.
“Taking thish too, by the way.”
 
“It’s also no secret that a gluttonous coworker tends to have their appetite dictate their life decisions, leaving most yearning for more than just food if given the chance.”
 
A loud- *THUNK* -was heard throughout the hallway as Emily was smashed against the vending machine she’d foolishly been standing in front of.
 
She fell to the ground, immediately coughing and gasping for air as she clutched her chest in pain before turning to see just what had hit her like a freight train in the middle of the break room.
 
Sure enough, the fat, jean-clad ass of Izzy Roland wobbled a few feet in front of her, distracting Emily ever so slightly with its jiggly composure and the glittery pink “Phat Bitch” splayed across its surface that it took more than a few seconds to realize Izzy's stomach was stuffed to the brim with prey, the outlines of more than one face and hand occasionally bulging out on the surface before sinking back into the blonde beauty's gut.
 
“Ooh! Sorry, Em; you were kinda in my way.”, Izzy said sarcastically.
“Hope there’s no HARD feelings about breaking your ribs. You get it? Hard? Cause I just smashed you against the vending machine? Ha! Oh, I crack myself up…”
 
“But you walked past me to hit it.”, Emily said weakly.
 
“Up up! Can’t talk. Eating.”, Izzy said with a point of her finger before a distinct yell emanated from inside of her.
“Oh! Shut up and DIE already.”
 
A swift slap to her stomach was all it took for a crude-
 
*BEUURRRP*
 
-to come flying out of the glutton’s mouth, shrinking her stomach slightly as her jeans grew tighter around her ass and her glasses nearly flew off of her nose from the force of the gaseous blast.
 
Emily simply sat back slack-jawed as Izzy fixed her glasses and, with a playful giggle, gave her coworker a wave goodbye before walking away, the gurgles and cries from her stomach being interrupted by the audible-
 
*SMACK*
 
-the fat girl gave her ass as she strutted back to her work space.
 
“While others managed to do… whatever their jobs were with ease, gluttons seem perfectly capable of only doing one thing ever, every single day, which is being the office’s resident vacuum cleaner.”
 
A loud burp bursting into her ear caused Emily to jump in her seat as a box covered in slobber landed on top of her desk, the acidic juices still covering the thing causing her desk to steam as Emily gazed at her impromptu delivery person.
 
"Package for ya.", Izzy said casually, a lone hand and the outline of a face bulging out from inside her stomach just in time for Emily to see them before turning to walk away.
 
“Making it your problem 99% of the time."
 
So in shock from the impromptu visit from Izzy, Emily barely had time to register the arrival of yet another pred girl at her desk (the office's lone British woman, Siobhan Thompson) before said pred was already turning the box around in her hands and inspecting it as fine as she could through her delicate reading glasses.
 
"What the- This is my package!", she said in surprise before turning to Emily.
"Are you STEALING my mail?"
 
"I, uh...", Emily said in return, unsure how to respond to whatever was going on right now.
 
Regardless of Emily's lack of definite answers, Siobhan decided to take the situation into her own hands, leaping onto her co-worker with all her might and wrapping her dainty hands around Emily's neck, making sure her prisoner’s face was turning red and losing oxygen before she continued.
 
"If I catch you even LOOKING at my mail again, so help me, I will chew that FUCKING head of yours clean off and drink your blood in place of my tea.", she said aggressively.
"Do you understand?"
 
Emily made sure to give a feeble thumbs up as she tried and failed to rip the Brit’s hands off of her throat.
 
"Good.", Siobhan said calmly, making sure to plant her foot in Emily's stomach as she stepped up and walked away.
"Fucking troglodyte..."
 
Now free from her assaulter’s grasp, Emily gasped for air, coughing and letting the reality of getting strangled by a coworker of hers for basically no reason wash over her.
 
“Still, even with any malevolent forces that might be following her, the worst thing about a glutton in the workplace is, and will alway be, their relentless appetite. Sometimes for power, most of the time for food."
 
“Oh, Emily!”, Izzy cooed, drawing Emily’s attention away from her work as she both froze in place and let a distinct look of fear take hold over her eyes.
 
Her fears were confirmed, of course, by a thick white gut being laid upon her desk with an audible-
 
*THUNK*
 
-the gurgles and groans happening within a sign that it wasn't NEARLY as full as Izzy thought it should be.
 
A whole slice of pizza slid out from between a roll of fat formerly laid against her stomach and landed with a greasy splat on the floor.
 
“Guess who’s hungry.”, the glutton said fiendishly, not even bothering to reach down before grabbing Emily by the hair and pulling her up and out of her chair.
 
“Hey!”, Emily yelled before her head quickly became engulfed in Izzy’s maw, the blonde girl’s throat doing a surprising amount of the heavy lifting as Emily was quickly swallowed up to her hips in a matter of seconds before the pred gulped the rest of her meal down before she'd even gotten a chance to savor the taste.
 
Not that that mattered much to Izzy, of course; not only was Emily wearing pants (severely dampening the flavor of her prey's skin regardless), but she was just more concerned about being full, if only for a few minutes.
 
A loud-
 
*BUUOOORRRRP*
 
-signified Emily's journey to her final resting place was complete, the poor woman winding up face first in an unbearably steamy pool of muck at the bottom of Izzy's stomach without so much as a light to find her way.
 
Shapeless masses of food cluttered the insides around her, the various bones littered throughout combined with a few strips of tattered clothing an obvious sign that Izzy’s eating habits extended BEYOND the workplace, as well.
 
Realizing just how nightmarish her current situation had become, Emily began to hyperventilate before a familiar object stood out amongst the destruction, helping her calm down a little bit.
 
“What the- Is this my stapler?!”, she said in confusion before yelling at the walls around her.
“Izzy!”
 
In spite of the ruckus currently happening in her stomach on account of Emily, Izzy wasted little time in continuing to stuff herself silly with any food-like object she could get her hands on to help satiate her never-ending hunger, ripping a bite out of a folder full of papers plucked straight from Emily’s desk and taking her time to chew like the omnivorous PIG she really was.
 
In little more than an hour, Emily was buried under a miniature mountain of whatever Izzy could fit into her mouth and digested right alongside it, churned by the acids that slowly rose to surround her and leaving her nothing but a mangled skeleton buried underneath a molten slurry of foodstuffs sloshing about in the glutton's guts.
 
The pred girl paid little mind to her breasts steadily growing underneath her shirt, straining the fabric and wettening it with milk slightly as her stomach compressed its contents into a thick chyme that lurched through her intestines and fattened up her ass as it slowly reached its final destination.
 
A stray string snapped out of place on her pants; her teeth crunched right through a bone the second it happened.
 
Emily was now completely destroyed.
 
“Sometimes, though, it seems as though the workplace glutton is just concerned with making a mess that is EVERYONE'S problem."
 
A noxious brown-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blew from her ass as Izzy strutted her way into the bathroom, her eyes taking note of the several stalls already overflowing with post-vore shit before settling on the stall second to last from the back wall (the only one that HADN'T gotten abused today.)
 
Izzy's stomach groaned angrily as the time drew near, only seconds passing as the fat girl lowered her jean shorts and the first waist-thick log of shit parted her ass cheeks, immediately overflowing the toilet with a reeking pile of waste packed with bones and tattered pieces of digested clothing.
 
Izzy simply waddled forward as best she could with her shorts still around her ankles, craning her neck towards the ceiling as her intestines emptied themselves of the several people's worth of post-vore
 
Not even burying the toilet was enough to fully relieve herself, making it more than a foot outside the stall before Izzy finally breathed a sigh of relief, flies already beginning to converge on her most recent masterpiece.
 
Or at least that's how it was SUPPOSED to go.
 
“On the other hand, even making a mess is not enough to satiate a glutton in the workplace.”
 
Instead of feeling relieved at the sense of just having relieved herself of a pile of shit larger than herself, her stomach grumbled and growled the hardest it had in a while, maybe even all day.
 
Izzy’s tongue ran across her lips as the thought of more food spread across her mind, the sheer mass of the mess she’d just made tempting her more and more as it rested just out of the corner of her eye.
 
Flicking her hair back behind her head before wiping herself clean, Izzy turned around and got down on her knees, tying her hair up with a band as a series of loud knocks came from the door behind her.
 
“Occupied!”, she called to the person across the door, too beset by hunger to think up much else before diving in.
 
The taste was about what one would expect from a diet like Izzy’s, sludgy and meaty in all the worst ways possible, the whole thing coated in this DISGUSTINGLY sulphuric taste that just kept hitting her tongue in new ways over and over again.
 
God, it was delicious.
 
While Izzy was busy destroying her insides all for the sake of another meal, the office’s resident red-haired psycho Katie Marovitch waited outside the restroom on baited breath, her arms crossed over the melon-sized breasts that lay packed within her thick wool sweater as her stomach vibrated and churned away at the molten slurry of former person that similarly bulged out from underneath her clothes.
 
“Can you hurry it up in there?”, she asked in a rather nasal tone.
“I need to get my lunch’s phone out of me.”
 
“Jusht cleaning up a little bit…”, she heard Izzy say with a smack of her lips.
“Be out in a minute!”
 
“Why did it sound like her mouth was full?”, Katie said quietly to herself.
“Are you eating food in there?”
 
"Mmm...", hummed the glutton.
“Kind of.”
 
Katie raised an eyebrow in curiousity; she was already quite familiar with the antics she and her fellow pred girls got up to around the office, but considering Izzy tended to be the worst in regards to being an absolute pig, whatever she got up to tended to be the most depraved.
 
“What do you mean "kind of?”, Katie asked.
 
“Kind of” in the sense that it was ONCE food, but I don’t know if YOU would call it food in its current state.”, Izzy explained.
“Do you mind leaving me to it now? Kinda freaking STARVING right now…”
 
Katie's eyes shot open as Izzy continued pigging out, each little mouth noise she could hear through the door making the chances of vomiting up her last meal more and more likely.
 
“Oh, my God…”, she said quietly to herself, her hand clasping her mouth in disgust as the contents of her stomach began steadily creeping their way up her throat.
 
A muffled-
 
*BUUOOORRRRP*
 
-from behind the bathroom door sent Katie on her knees in discomfort, leaving her in the perfect spot to watched her tormentor's grand entrance as Izzy emerged from the bathroom butt naked, leaving her milky tits and Emily-enhanced ass exposed for the world (or just Katie, at the moment) to see.
 
Her stomach, however, was noticeably packed to the brim with shit, the visible bulges each log was making on the surface serving JUST enough of a contrast to make Izzy's new look absoutely repugnant.
 
"Ah! Whew, that was good...", the glutton said with a hearty slap of her stomach before turning to her friend.
"Don't worry about the hands, by the way. I washed them! Along with everything else, if you couldn't tell."
 
“By God, that’s disgusting…”, Katie said back, clutching her own stomach in discomfort.
 
“Relax! I was only going to eat it once. Er, twice.”, Izzy said nonchalantly.
“You wouldn’t think it, but this stuff? SUPER fattening.”
 
As gross as everything happening before was, the implication of gaining WEIGHT from eating so much refuse finally seemed to be the straw that broke Katie’s back, the experienced predator doubling over as out from her mouth came a whole slew of bones and blood-tinged stomach acids, along with the smartphone that had been bugging her for HOURS now.
 
Adding insult to injury, the phone screen (with a call STILL coming in) went blank the moment it hit the floor, its insides finally short-circuiting just as the phone's owner did several hours ago.
 
“Aw! Why, thank you, Katie!”, Izzy exclaimed as she approached her disheveled friend.
“Was just thinking about grabbing seconds.”
 
Katie simply groaned in pain as Izzy knelt down and picked up the skull lying in the sizzling muck by its eye sockets, placing it into her mouth and biting it into pieces before walking away.
 
“Thank you.”, Izzy said casually, pieces of bone spilling out of her mouth as she talked.
 
“Don’t mention it…”, Katie groaned in reply.
 
"Long story short, it's best to just leave a glutton to their food. Either that or try going on a diet once in a while."