*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*
The store's a bit of a walk. The entire way, hunger grows and groans inside you. Pulling at you with every person and animal you pass. By the time you get to the large market, sweat is beading on your forehead, and not from heat. The guilt from your near miss with Tim is gone, lost in the growing furnace of your need.
You go in further, trying to look calm and natural. Your eyes rove over food...food, everywhere. And in an ironic, frustrating twist, not a bit of it is what you want. Frowning, and on the verge of tears from the pain in your stomach, you stagger to the restrooms. It hurts. It feels like, in the absence of food, your stomach is digesting the flesh around it. With one arm around your middle, you shove the door open....and stop cold.
Food. Lots of food. Just what you crave, what you NEED. Right there in front of you, giving you a concerned, bewildered look. Her nametag reads "Nicole", and she's a big girl. A really big girl. Plump...juicy looking....with red curls, and green eyes. The door shuts behind you.
"Miss? Are you alright?"
Absently, you nod. And turn, and lock the door. She gives you an odd look for that, stepping forward...right as you turn back. She doesn't even get time to scream.
You strike like lightning. You feel pudgy arms in your hands, and soft cheeks on your tongue, hair tickling your palate. Food, in your mouth, stretching your cheeks. Something hits your shin, but you don't care. It doesn't hurt. You swallow, and feel delicious meat twisting in your neck, even more entering your mouth. Hoisting the heavy body off the ground with ease, you swallow again, and your jaws stretch around an absolutely gargantuan pair of mammaries. It makes your cheeks ache, but you chew them in anyway.
Nicole's legs kick wildly, her flabby middle jiggling just outside your slobbering lips. Ironic, that someone who eats so much should end up as a meal. Her giant breasts compress into your gullet after two more gulps, her uniform soaking up some of your saliva. The unreality of the situation, the struggles of the hefty grocery girl, none of it concerns you. Only eating. Her body is soft, and so yummy...
Her weight starts making you feel heavier, as her head and chest plop into your stomach. Your upper body is amazingly full, powerful esophagus pulled taut over Nicole's huge belly. Her wide hips and ass are held tight in your teeth. Also unnoticed, and uncared about, your tanktop has ripped into shreds, exposing the young woman's outline as she journeys into your digestive system.
The hips are the most difficult to devour. Her backside is enormous, and the way she's kicking isn't making it easier. Straining, swallowing, and shoving, you manage to inch her butt into your throat. After what seems an eternity of blissful eating, you realize she's almost gone. You're halfway up her calves. Grabbing her shoes, you give a final yank, and feel the last of her slide into your greedy innards.
It feels like you've gained a hundred pounds. In fact, you've gained three hundred...and all of her is in your stomach. Gurgling and sloshing. You don't know if she's alive or not, but you know it won't matter in the end. Finally satisfied, you unlock the door and go into a stall, shutting that door in turn. It's a cramped fit, what with your tremendous gut, but you manage.
It only takes an hour to digest her. Something like that...not only a grown human, but a fat one...should have taken a full month.
"UUURRRRRPPPP!"
How convenient that you're already on a toilet.
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