Your head spins as you sit down on your couch, leaning back with your head nearly hitting the wall. After a frustrating work day, you finally are able to put your mind at ease. With a bowl of popcorn on one side and the Roku remote on the other, you turn on the television and mindlessly tap the remote, searching for whatever random movie you can think of that isn’t restricted by paywalls. You scoop up a handful of popcorn and shove it into your mouth as you scroll through the apps. As you finally open the Peacock streaming app, you gaze at the selection of new movies while licking the rich, salty taste off your fingers.
 Just then, a loud slam interrupts you as you pause before swallowing. After a few seconds of silence, the noise is followed by a low moan. There’s no mistaking that you heard a woman crying outside your door. You look back at the TV and shut your eyes. With a low groan, you stand up and place the popcorn down on the coffee table.
Outside your apartment, you look down the hall and notice a woman sitting on a suitcase across from the opposite door. You step out and gasp at the realization that she is completely naked. Not only that, but her belly is heavily distended and clearly in her third trimester of pregnancy. You look down in awe at her naked flesh as she continues to sob, tears falling onto the worn carpet below. Her fingers dig through her hair as she wails with anguish.
“Hello? Miss?” You approach the woman who quickly looks up at you. Her hair is black and her eyes are a rich shade of chocolate brown.
“Just leave me alone,” she whines.
“Are you alright?” You insist. “Are you hurt?”
“No! My boyfriend is a fucking asshole!”
“What did he do?”
The woman cries out and grabs her hair tightly. “He threw me out! I don’t even know why. I was about to get into the shower when he suddenly presented me with a suitcase with all my shit and forced me to leave!”
You sigh. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened before he kicked you out?”
The woman pauses. “I don’t know what I did, but he just got angry all of a sudden. I guess he got tired of me and wanted to move on to some vapid whore.”
“That’s despicable! Is there anyone else you can contact?”
The woman shakes her head. “My mother and sister live a few states over. I don’t know where to go.”
“I’m Alex. What is your name?”
“Sandra,” she answers.
“Hey…” You finally say with an ounce of hesitation. “I can’t leave you out here naked and alone. How about this… You can stay with me for a few days until you can find a new place. Is that alright with you?”
The woman’s eyes immediately lit up. “Really? Are you sure I can stay with you? That won’t be a problem?”
“No. My couch can fold out into a guest bed if you need it. Just to be clear, we will need to set some ground rules if this is going to work out.”
“Yeah, yeah. I understand. Thank you so much!” Sandra stands up and gives you a tight hug. You pause as the feeling of her hard belly pressed against your midsection drives you wild. The scent of her skin is lightly salty which causes you to salivate. You separate from the woman and look down at her bare body, noticing her large, dark areolas and her pussy which is lightly tufted with black hair.
You guide her into your apartment which she instantly walks through as if it were her own. She smiles and looks into the bathroom while placing her suitcase directly onto your bed.
“Hold on,” you interrupt. “Let’s try to get you some clothes first.”
“Thanks. I don’t have much right now.”
You nod. “Let me give you one of my hoodies in the meantime.” You go over to your dresser and pull open the bottom drawer, removing an oversized gray hoodie with a college bear mascot on the front.
After you hand it over to Sandra, she enthusiastically slips it over her head, allowing the bottom to cover her lower body like a short dress. Her arms slide through, leaving a lot of loose fabric below them. She smiles and twirls.
“Looks better on you,” you comment.
“Would it be alright if I use your shower? Like I said, I didn’t get to use mine.”
You nod. “Okay. I will cook dinner in the meantime.”
Sandra returns to the bathroom and closes the door behind her. You immediately hear the water turn on as your imagination explores the thought of her caressing your soap into her skin. For a moment, your temptation gets the better of you and you quietly push open the door, making sure the door doesn’t tap the deadlatch. Peering in, you call yourself a pervert for even allowing yourself to do this. You suddenly see Sandra through the foggy glass as she presses her wet backside against it. You notice suds of shampoo trailing down the small of her back and around her bulbous cheeks. With your curiosity satisfied, you slowly shut the door before she has a chance to realize what you’re doing. You arrive at the refrigerator door and pick up a package of ground turkey before cooking it on the stovetop. With one burner on, you turn another on another one and boil a pot of water for some pasta. About fifteen minutes later, you hear the water finally shut off as you stir the pasta. Once it is fully strained, you blend the meat and seasoning into it and take in the rich mixture of smells.
“That smells amazing,” Sandra comments. “What is it?”
“I just threw together some pasta and ground turkey. Simple adult life cuisine.”
Sandra chuckles. “That’s great. My pregnancy cravings are acting up. Do you have anything sweet?”
You check the refrigerator. “Uh… the only thing I have is a bottle of chocolate sauce. I ate the ice cream last night.”
“Not a problem.” Sanda watches as you serve her a large helping of pasta which she quickly shovels into her mouth and swallows loudly.
You watch as her ravenous appetite takes over, swallowing one mouthful after another, completely cleaning off her plate. Without any time to finish your own plate, Sandra reaches for the pot and dumps the remaining food onto her own plate before she rapidly chows down. You smile as she fills up on food, leaving behind nothing. Once you finally finish eating, you collect both plates and the pot and place them into the sink.
“I’m glad to see you enjoyed that.” You smile and return to the living room as Sandra gives you a thumbs-up. You remove the cushions from the couch and pull up the base, allowing the couch to unfold into a wide guest bed.
The woman pops open the bottle of chocolate sauce and puts her lips on the tip, squeezing out a massive mouthful of sweet syrup. She swallows hard as you watch each bulging mouthful descend down her throat. Sandra burps loudly from the kitchen, followed by a deep breath. She goes to the living room while rubbing her taut stomach and smiles at the sight of the bed.
“I have spare bed sheets in the closet,” you inform her. “We can get this set up and you will be good for a while.”
“Thank you, Alex.” Sandra smiles and sits down on the mattress, getting a feel for its texture.
 
***
As the night continues, you rest in your own bed. You close your eyes and try to relax, but you shift uncomfortably. Turning and shifting, you try every different position until you finally find comfort lying on your back. As soon as you find yourself slowly drifting, something jolts you awake. Your eyes fly open and you look around, but before you can relax again, you notice your hoodie sitting by the foot of the bed.
“I wanted to thank you properly.” Sandra presents herself to you fully nude as she places a hand on her hip.
“Is everything okay?” You ask. “Did you need something?”
“Only to thank you properly for everything you’ve done.” Sandra places her hand by your head and she slowly climbs on top of you.
You hum softly as she presses her belly against you and straddles your pelvis. Her warmth invades your nethers between the bed sheets. Her hair falls around her head as she looks down at you.
“You’re so handsome,” she says. “I want to fuck you. A good man like you deserves a proper reward.”
You smile and reach your hand underneath your sheet, gripping the waistband of your shorts with your thumb.
Sandra leans back as you do so and places her hand around her womanhood, grinning at you as you expose yourself. Sandra looks down and places her hand around your shaft, slowly rubbing it. She smirks as she watches your mind drift away into more erotic territory.
Your penis slowly starts to harden as you sigh from the sensation of her warm touch. You shut your eyes as you recall the first encounter with her and the sight of her distended belly and full breasts. Her hot breath pours over your glans as she begins to go down on you. Her warm lips wrap around you smoothly as she bobs her head up and down. Her hair caresses your legs as the woman’s tongue teases and flicks you, causing you to moan softly. A spark of satisfaction circulates through your mind as she lets go and continues to stroke you.
Sandra holds onto your cock and raises her hips before inviting you inside her. You gasp in pleasure as your member is surrounded by hot, rippling flesh. Her pussy messages you expertly as she rides you. Her sighs quickly crescendo into increasingly loud moans as the scent of her arousal fills the room. She moves her hips faster and faster, crying out in pleasure.
“I love using your cock,” she gasps.
Your toes curl as her vagina clenches tighter until she screams and pauses. Her body trembles around you as her mouth gapes. You look down and find her pregnant belly resting comfortably against your pelvis. Satisfied, Sandra gets up and continues to stroke your dick, waiting for you to orgasm as well. It doesn’t take long before your shaft numbs with sheer pleasure until you fire a burst of hot semen into the air which falls onto your chest and all over her hand.
“That was so sexy!” Sandra goes into the bathroom and gathers a handful of toilet paper as you bask in the afterglow.
“That was amazing.” You stare blankly at the ceiling, too exhausted to move. Your whole body feels numb as you rest and gather your energy again.
She wipes away the strands and dabs the end of your penis, causing you to shriek from the sensitivity. Sandra soon gets into your bed and wraps her arms around you. She kisses your cheek and touches your chest. “I’m so glad things are looking up. I have a warm bed, a big meal in my belly, and some good sex. You really are a good person.”
“Thank you.” You give her a kiss on the forehead before falling asleep in each other's arms. You peacefully drift off as Sandra’s stomach presses against you, feeling very tight and warm.
 
***
The following morning, you slowly wake up and yawn loudly. You look over at Sandra, who opens her eyes and smiles warmly at you. You pull back her hair and tuck it behind her ear.
“Good morning, babe,” you say before pulling your arm free.
Sandra gets up and stands in front of you before leaning forward, pushing her round ass close to your face inadvertently. She stands up straits and groans before her spine audibly cracks. As you get out of bed, you yawn and crack your knuckles. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Can you order some pancakes and bacon please?” She asks.
“Uh… I can cook some eggs and sausage instead.”
Sandra frowns. “I would rather order through GrubHub, please. There’s a place nearby called Morning Broke that delivers.”
“Okay.” You pick up your phone and concede. As you place the order, you notice that the only to find that they only serve pancakes in stacks of five at unusually high prices. Ordering the food, you take a breath and reassure yourself that this sort of thing will only be one time and that she will only be around temporarily. After all, how could one say no to such a beautiful woman with amazing skills? As you wait for the food to arrive, you start to cook your aforementioned eggs before sitting by the television. After the delivery, you watch in shock as Sandra once again eats everything in front of her like a half-starved coyote.
 
***
A few days later, you arrive home and open the door. A crunching sound under your feet startles you as you realize that you just stepped on a pile of tortilla chip crumbs. In the living room, Sandra is sitting on the couch bed wearing a new shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her face is messy as she is surrounded by food wrappers.
“Sandra? What is all of this?”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll clean this up. I promise.” Sandra hiccups and sighs contently.
“I’m okay with you staying here and I think you’re amazing, but I can't keep buying you all this food. I’ve heard of eating for two, but this is just excessive. Also, I’m now running low this week due to the shopping spree at American Eagle.”
Sandra looks up at you. “What are you saying?”
“I’m just saying that we need to go easy on the spending for the time being.”
“I understand. I sent off a few applications so I will be getting a job soon.”
“Wait… you used my computer?”
Sandra pauses. “I did. Don’t worry, I didn’t buy anything or take your information down. By the way, what were those strange photos?”
You freeze for a second, trying to anticipate her response.
“Oh my God, I was totally kidding! You looked so scared for a moment!” Sandra cracks up laughing while you sigh and proceed to your bedroom.
“Still, you can’t keep doing this. I can barely afford my own life, let alone yours too.”
“Please?” She pouts. “Just give me a bit more time.” She leans to the side and pulls her sweatpants down, exposing her rounded butt.
You stare at her as you take a step closer. You notice that her ass has gotten a little bit larger since she first moved in.
“Just let me have this.” Sandra touches you and pulls you on top of her.
 
***
The days quickly become weeks and Sandra has not taken your words seriously. She continues to eat and sleep in your apartment, all the while promising to make a change. For a time, you were patient, but that can only last so long. Still, she can be quite persuasive when she’s naked. After a few recent sensual nights, you tolerate her presence as she quickly uses up your funds. Her belly quickly swells as her breasts and butt become bigger over time, but you aren’t sure if it’s due to hormonal changes or if she has gained weight from the large amount of food she’s consumed. Either way, you don’t mind.
One night after a stressful work day, you call Sandra on your way home. She answers with the television blaring in the background. You roll your eyes and greet her with a hint of annoyance.
“Hey, Alex!” She says.
“Sandra. I just need to say that I found $200 dollars missing from my account. You didn’t talk to me about this so can you explain?”
“I had to buy a new set of lingerie.”
“Why?!” You throw your hand up with frustration.
“Because I thought it would look cute. Just wait until you see it.”
“I feel like you’re just using me. This is not a sustainable lifestyle. After taking you to Olive Garden three times this week, buying you clothes, and taking you to the movies. This really can’t continue. I had to stock up on food the other day just so we would have a meal plan for the week.”
Sandra mumbles. “Yes… that’s right. Hey… maybe this might change your tune?”
After a minute, your phone vibrates in your hand. You open the text to find a picture of her moist pussy with two of her fingers parting the labia. Your heart almost skips a beat but you maintain your composure. “No. I’m sorry. This is manipulation. We really need to talk about this.”
As you end the call, you shake your head and proceed down the road. You eventually come to your complex and return home. A few strange voices sound from inside the apartment, putting you on edge. With a mix of anger and annoyance, you open the door to find Sandra sitting on the couch bed beside two strange women. The ladies are both blonde and wearing shorts with graphic T-shirts. They appear equally pregnant as their shirts struggle to conceal their massive bulges. Their navels poke out through the tight fabric as they lay back on your chairs. The room is left in squalor with dirty food containers and empty soda bottles thrown about carelessly.
“Oh! Hey!” Sandra says sheepishly. “I didn’t know you’d be home so soon. These are my friends, Amanda and Julia.”
“Cool,” you say dryly. “I’ve had a bit of a day, so I’m just going to crash.” You go to the refrigerator and pull the door open only to find nothing waiting for you.
“About that…”
“What the fuck?” You return to the living room and glare hard at her. “First you invited a couple of strangers into my home without asking, and now you’ve gone and eaten all the food that I paid for the week?!”
“I know… I know.” Sandra raises her hands defensively.
“No! All you do is take and never reciprocate. There has to be some compromise. You are a freeloader and a lair.”
“When have I lied?”
Your anger boils. “The job? The promise to pay me back? When were you going to leave and move on like you said?”
Sandra says nothing and pouts.
“This is precisely why your boyfriend left you. He wasn’t an asshole. You just took advantage of his generosity!”
“Hey!” Julia calls out and stands up. “That was uncalled for! How is she supposed to care for herself and her child without support?”
“You’re her friend, right?” You growl. “Why don’t you be a friend and be there for her? You seem to have a lot in common.”
Just then, Amanda jabs a finger at you. “Screw you! We don’t have to put up with this hostile environment. Let’s go!” Amanda rushes to the door and slams it hard behind her, rattling the cupboards.
You sigh and heave, trying to maintain your composure before continuing. “Julia, right?” You direct your attention to the other girl. “You need to leave. Now.”
Julia frowns and looks at Sandra. “You don’t need this. You can do so much better.” She pushes past you and storms out of the apartment.
With the two strangers gone, you glare at Sandra with burning contempt. “I’ve given you plenty of chances. You need to gather your things and leave. If you’re too slow to do just that, I’ll burn them!” Your anger ignites again, losing control.
“Look, I know I messed up, but we can fix this together. Can’t we?” Sandra, wearing a lacy thong under your hoodie, spreads her legs apart like she has done many times before. She gives you an innocent grin as she invites you back.
“No!” You grab her leg and push it against the other. Just then, your stomach growls, reminding you of the emptiness in the refrigerator. “You know… maybe you can be useful to me after all.”
Sandra’s smile turns to a concerned frown. “What are you implying?”
Without answering, you grab both of her feet and press them together. Sandra looks down at you with confusion. With a quick strike, you clamp your teeth against her ankles, taking in the salty tang of her bare feet. You moan softly as you violently lather her toes with your warm tongue, bathing them in moist saliva.
“What the hell? You’re a pred? I didn’t realize! I’m so sorry!”
Her pleas go unheard as you take your first swallow. You ignore her shrieks and struggles as you slowly pull her in. Your lips slowly spread over her shins as you start to enjoy your new meal. With her feet tightly pinned together in your hungry throat, she tries to pull and kick, but the effort proves futile. As an experienced pred, you know how prey usually fights and Sandra proves to be no different.
You take your first swallow, pulling her legs deeper as her feet begin to get sucked down your esophagus. Now that she is completely at the mercy of your peristalsis, you pull her further, arriving at her hips and large butt. You think to yourself that she has indeed gained a lot of weight since she began living with you, but it only means that there will be more to enjoy. Your lower lip slides under her butt cheeks as they squish and jiggle into your lower jaw. You swallow down the new mouthful, arriving at her massive belly.
Within your ravenous stomach, her feet make their way inside and she uses the newfound space to struggle, flicking her toes desperately. Sandra cries out and grabs at anything she can get her hands on. She picks up a pillow behind her and slams it down over your head. The impact barely registers as you open your mouth to accept the round shape. Your upper lip smoothly slides over her taut flesh and up the large hump. The peak of her perked navel tickles the middle of your lip as the descent toward her chest goes smoothly. After another hard gulp, you run your hands up her body, pulling the hoodie up and pushing it towards her head.
“Stop this!” She squirms and flails wildly as she gets tangled up in the hoodie like a straightjacket. Soon, she tires herself out as beads of salty sweat gather under her breasts. She sighs and takes a breath as you make your way up.
The sweet and salty tang of her sweat coats your lip as you press her breasts together and slide them into your mouth. One after the other, they enter your hot mouth as you take in the distinct stench. With another swallow, you feel your belly start to swell with the large amount of flesh entering it. You moan with satisfaction as you reach up and pull off the hoodie over her head, revealing her bulging, terrified eyes.
“I promise I will leave. I mean it!” She begs.
Paying no attention, you shove her head into your mouth and send it down your throat. Her armpits, now sweaty from the struggle, leave behind a distinct taste. Tenacious to the end, Sandra continues to grab at the air for anything that could save her, but it’s no use. Her hands enter your mouth and you casually shut your lips behind them. With one final tremendous gulp, your esophagus clenches and pushes your meal down into your waiting stomach. Her entire body is pushed into the tight organ which expands and stretches out in front of you. Your distended belly touches the bed and flops down hard, making the springs creak.
Now full and satisfied, you lay on your side and let out a content sigh. Your prey squirms and kicks from within, leaving behind small pokes through your flesh. You smile as you watch the skin ripple and move from every weak movement she makes. She thrashes and kicks hard, still desperate to save herself, but it’s no use. She has a snowball’s chance against an experienced pred such as yourself.
Your cheeks bulge before letting out a deep burp, signaling your satisfaction. It has been a long while since you had a meal this good and you have every intention of savoring it.
“I hope you get comfortable because this will be where you’ll stay.” You give her a mocking chuckle as you rub your belly. After a few minutes, Sandra clearly tires herself out. Every following belch reeks of sweat and you enjoy the taste as it lingers in the back of your throat. You shift the weight onto your back as your belly spreads out over you. With a low groan, the digestion process begins and you settle into a relaxed position.
Just then, you hear a knock at the door. With a grunt of annoyance, you slowly stand up as your belly sways under you.
“What now?” You waddle to the door and open it. You look through and see Amanda standing outside. She gives you an irritated look. “What do you need?”
“Sorry!” Amanda says with a great deal of annoyance. “I left my phone here. May I get it please?”
You look back and smirk, thinking that this could work out in your favor. “Sure. Just be quick. Ok?”
Amanda steps inside and looks around the place. She picks up her phone by the end of the bed and taps the screen.
“Where’s Julia?” You ask.
“She went home,” answers Amanda. “Why do you-” She freezes in shock when she turns around, eyeing your gigantic belly. “Wh… what happened to you?! Where’s Sandra?”
You smirk and shut the door, locking it. “She’s still here… technically speaking.”
“You mean you ate her? You’re a pred?” Amanda lights up with fear as she stumbles back, nearly falling onto the bed. “Please… just let her go. She doesn’t deserve that!”
“A freeloader like her had to be useful somehow. Now… I think I’m ready for seconds.”
“Help!” Amanda shouts. Without a chance to react, you pounce on her and pin her down onto the bed, using your stuffed belly to your advantage. Amanda struggles against a large amount of weight as she hits and pushes your body away.
You open your salivating mouth and clamp down hair on her head. There’s a muffled scream as your saliva soaks into her hair. Shifting your position a little on the bed, you grab her arms and raise her up. With her hair warm and damp, you take your first gulp. With her nose pressing from the inside of your gullet, you grab hold of her shirt and pull hard. The fabric loudly tears and breaks apart, exposing her black bra. Amanda screams and stuggles but you continue, unhooking her bra before swallowing again.
As her bare chest hung free, you let out a small coo as you press her soft tits together, letting them squeeze past your stretched lips. Amanda’s head soon enters your stomach, passing through the tight threshold and settling in. While the stomach walls are already stretched from the first occupant, you will have no trouble adding a plus one.
Your lower jaw stretches widely as you take in her bulging pregnant gut. The hard, taut flesh settles onto the grooves of your tongue. You look up as her legs kick wildly up and down although they are partially obscured by her plump rear end. Your upper lip slides down the small of her back with the aid of your ravenous salivation. Your throat stretches and ripples as you force the woman’s body deeper. Her large butt follows as she continues to go down with ease. It isn’t long before it too vanishes down your throat. After a mew long and luxurious minutes of managing your prey, you finally pull off her shoes and socks, running your tongue over her feet which causes her to buck and squirm. The sudden movement only aids in her consumption as your esophagus pulls her feet down with the rest of her body, vanishing past your tongue and into the dark abyss of your throat.
You collapse onto the bed as your stomach swells twice its size as soon as the second occupant joins the first. She too puts up a hell of a fight in a futile effort to free herself. She screams and swears at you, but her words go unheard. You hiccup as your belly bucks and processes its massive dinner. The two women move slightly within, pressing against one another as they struggle for space against the clenching force of your belly. With a soft rumble, your stomach contently begins to process the two, sending your mind into a blissful rest as you lay on the couch bed in a sprawled-out position. You open your mouth as a low and long belch escapes, easing some of the pressure.
“Well… I hope it was worth it to live rent-free. It was certainly a pleasant experience for me. I don’t always get such a big meal out of it.” You place your hands over your flesh, interlocking your fingers as you drum them softly. Falling into a mild food coma, you slowly pass out on the bed, moving into a comfortable position. The springs ache and screech as you shift your weight. As the two girls reluctantly give in and accept their impending fate as fodder, you let your digestive system take its course and wait for tomorrow. While part of you hoped from the start that this would be your preferred method of conviction, you smile to yourself as it all worked out in the end.