Melanie groaned as she stretched out as far as she could. She felt so sluggish, but she couldn’t remember why. A window rattling belch brought up some odd flavors. Oh, right, that was why. Looking down, she saw she lay atop her stomach. A stomach bloated to an impossible degree, packed full of food. A dozen people were squirming around in there as well, but they were little more than food now as well. Her gut oozed out far, far beyond her reach. It covered every inch of her bed with its bulk and then some.
Despite everything already packed within, her vast churning stomach demanded even more with a loud roar. With a sigh, Melanie reached up and dug a hand between her substantial breasts.
After several moments of rummaging around, she pulled out a little bell. It tinkled when she rang it, and the door opened right away. In walked a pair of people dragging someone else between them. The outer two were hazy and indistinct, but the young woman between them was not. Melanie recognized the curvaceous dragonair. Alexandra, head cheerleader and all around alpha-bitch, she was always lording her superior curves over any of her classmates. There was no sign of her typical confidence now though. Her eyes were wide in terror and she looked to be hyperventilating as well as she took in the immensity of Melanie. She fought to get away, but it was no use.
Melanie opened her mouth wide, far wider than should have been possible. Alexandra screamed through her gag, but her terror fell on deaf ears. The two holding her shoved the dragonair forward into the sweltering heat of the cavernous maw. Powerful and experienced muscles took a hold of her and dragged her down, down into her final resting place as yet another piece of food. She tumbled and struggled, churning the digesting mass around her in Melanie’s stomach. Melanie was only somewhat aware of it, too used to the exertions of her meals.
She gave a little burp and slapped her mountainous form, sending ripples racing to and fro. It wasn’t enough though, her stomach gave another roar. The misty people were well prepared this time. The next course was already coming, with another following soon after. Mighty gulp by gulp, Melanie swallowed the entire cheer team. The little growlithe wasn’t much, but the kirlia twins proved much more filling. The lopunny with her nice round rump counterbalanced with the skitty shortstack with a decent pair of breasts. More and more, Melanie stopped keeping track; her only focus was the gnawing hunger and the building pressure of all that food in her stomach.
In the end, Melanie’s breathing was quick and sharp. Her stomach was pressing too hard against the rest of her body, and the vast bloated cauldron was a blaze of pain from stretching around so much. It was a sweet ache though, one that she loved and needed to experience again and again. Satisfied for the moment, her heavy lids drooped, opened up a bit, and then closed again.
Melanie snapped awake, her breathing quick and her heart hammering in her chest. That dream again. It wasn’t the exact same as the others, but it was close enough. Stuffing herself so very much, and with people too! She shook her head to clear that thought away. It was absurd and disgusting and…and…arousing. No, she couldn’t let herself think that. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. Throwing her covers back, Melanie made to stand up, but froze when she recognized the wetness coating the inside of her thighs. With a growl, she cursed herself for reacting like that to that dream. She shouldn’t be so attracted to the idea of swallowing people whole, feeling their bodies thrashing around in a fleshy prison with no chance of escaping their fate as—
With a snarl, Melanie forced herself out of bed. Pulling her nightshirt and shorts off, she hopped into the shower. She started it cool as she liked, but then turned it down lower. She hoped that would help get her mind and body away from those revolting lingering images of her dream.
Scrubbed and all traces of her nighttime escapades washed away, Melanie wandered back to her bedroom. She fretted about the moist patch on her night clothes for a bit before tucking them down into the dirty clothes hamper. She hoped she would be able to do her wash before her mother noticed.
Heading across her room to the closet, she paused for a moment as her gaze caught on the full length mirror. She gave her blue hair a touch up, arranging the locks anew. Then she twisted this way and that, eyeing her chubby body and the thick black fur that covered it. It wasn’t all blue though, unlike most umbreon, there was a slight blue tinge that she could see when the light caught at the right angle. That along with her hair was the only signs from her glaceon mother. The rest of her body came straight from her father, that asshole.
Her stomach let out a small grumble, breaking her out of her reflection. Unbidden, her mind turned towards the dreamed feeling of her body packed with more food than she ever believed possible. The fact that most of that food was living when she ate it wasn’t a consideration at the moment. She shuddered, rubbing her thighs against each other as she imagined the squirming inside her gut again. She started to imagine how her body looked again, billowing with untold hundreds of pounds of blubber. Her budding breasts were swollen into meaty mounds, and her somewhat ample thighs became thicker than tree trunks and topped off with a squeezable badonadonk. Nothing compared to her gut though, a gurgling and churning mass of fat forever breaking down the endless feast that she continued to pack in a vain attempt to satisfy her endless hunger.
No, no! What are you thinking, you crazy girl!? She slapped her cheeks and shook her head to help banish those horrid thoughts. She needed to get something to eat, that was all. Then she could put all that out of her mind and be done with it. Never mind that the dreams were getting more frequent and vivid. That bit didn’t bear thinking about. She dressed in a hurry, before dashing out the door.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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