The next day, Ursula stood in front of an old mirror that she had salvaged from a sunken ship. She had to sit several feet back to take a full look at herself. She was rounder, much rounder. Her entire waistline had expanded about a foot out, stretching her black bottom skin out. Her huge melons were now huge watermelons. Firm, jiggling masses of fat that rested on her even wider belly, which grumbled and begged for more food. Her arms were slightly wider, but not by too much, they were already chunky to begin with. Her face was relatively the same; her cheeks were slightly puffier, but otherwise nothing had changed. Turning around she studied her backside. Frowning at the fact that she didn’t have to huge, soft boulders and a tight anus like humans, she did admire the larger lump of an ass she possessed. When she tried turning her tentacles into feet, she would have to check out to see what her tushy looked like afterwards. Speaking of tentacles, her own had gotten slightly thicker, gaining a little weight as well from her slut snack. Ariel would have loved the thicker tentacles, they would have felt even better invading her sexy body. Oh well, she couldn’t see the new fat but at least she got to be it.

Humming happily, Ursula swayed and swam around her cave, feeling all the new fat on her jiggle as she swam. It was kind of sad that Ariel was all gone; she was such a slut and would have made a good sex slave. Just then, Ursula opened her mouth and let out a thunderous belch, her fat rippled as she let out her burp, nearly throwing her back. When it stopped, Ursula cackled and smacked her bigger belly.

“Guess she isn’t completely gone,” mirthfully she commented and swam over to the far side of cave where she kept her rations. Licking her lips, she spotted a few of the critters that had come to close to her home and were paying for it now. A flounder and a crab had stopped by after Ursula finished with her slut snack, asking about said digested princess. Already full, but unable to let free food walk away, Ursula froze the two delicacies to eat for later, well it was later and she was hungry. Picking them both up in each hand, listening briefly to their muffled begging through their frozen lips, Ursula casually tossed them both into her mouth and swallowed. After eating a full human girl, a couple of shrimp sized sea dwellers were hardly appetizers. As they entered her foul belly, Ursula unfroze them and then leaned back to enjoy the futile struggles inside her.

Who needed Atlantis? Who needed revenge? Who even needed a sex slave, when you've got a fat ass and the power to put it to work? She was Ursula, not the queen of the sea but the biggest, meanest predator.