{This story takes place in the Vore-Typical Universe}

“Glad you could make it!” Brian Miller said as he opened the front door wider to allow
his portly guest entry.

“Anytime, Brian- you know that!” Donald Davison (“Don” to his friends) said, as a
characteristic grin appeared from underneath his bushy, brown mustache.

A happy-go-lucky soul with a big heart and a bigger belly, Don was the Millers’ longtime
friend and go-to babysitter whenever they needed a night to themselves. Regrettably, Don
had never landed on a woman who could stand either his 48-inch waistline or the dilapidated
apartment that satisfying his hearty appetite kept him in, meaning that his natural talent for
managing children had mostly gone to waste.

However, that had all changed after Brian’s daughter, Olivia, was born.

Don and Brian went way back, having bonded over video games in high school, and
they’d maintained their friendship despite going down dramatically different paths in life- Brian
was a CPA with a Fortune 500 company, and Don worked in construction. Their weekly
gaming session had only rarely been called off, and the two men had spent more time in Aura
2 multiplayer lobbies than either cared to admit. It was during one of these matches that Brian
sheepishly admitted that Olivia- a bright and energetic little scamp no more than six years old
at the time- had finally exhausted the patience of a fourth babysitter. Since his schedule
consisted of downing beer by the half-rack and passing out on the couch to the lullaby of
whatever asinine Cable TV channel he’d landed upon, Don- always glad for a change of
pace- volunteered for the job.

As luck would have it, Olivia had warmed to Don almost immediately, and their time
together was always full of as many games as the pair could think of, and ended only when
Brian and his wife returned home or the girl, exhausted, curled up next to Don on the couch
and fell asleep.

Of course, the Millers’ daughter was now going on 10 years old (as she often reminded
him) and it wouldn’t be much longer before her parents made the executive decision that she
could stay home by herself. The thought of returning to an uninterrupted lifestyle of working,
drinking, and sleeping always bummed Don out. However, since there wasn’t really much that

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he could do about the situation, he’d resolved himself to make the most of the time he and
Olivia had left.

“Well, have fun, you two!” Brian called over his shoulder as he and his wife headed for
the car, loudly enough that his daughter (absent from the entryway) could hear him.

“Oh, you know we always do!” Don replied as he shut the door behind them.

For a long minute, Don simply stood in the entryway of the silent house and listened,
very carefully, for the sound he knew was coming. Suddenly, he heard it- a high-pitched giggle
from somewhere on the second floor. Grinning, Don began making his way up the stairs.

Hide-and-Seek was always the first game Olivia insisted on playing, taking up position
long before he arrived, and tonight was no different. Only once he’d found her wedged inside
her closet did their night begin in earnest, and for the first few hours, everything seemed to be
progressing just fine.

Around 10 o’clock, however, after Chutes ‘n Ladders, another round of Hide-and-Seek,

and a quick game of Battleship (which Don suspected that Olivia might have cheated in), their
second chess game was coming to an end. Although he’d managed to eke out another
victory, Olivia was an incredibly fast learner, and it would take less than a year before she
could beat Don at the game he’d only started teaching her a few months earlier.

“Awww! I lost again!” the defeated Olivia pouted.

“It takes time and lots of practice to be good at something, Olivia.” Don laughed. “Don’t
worry, you’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

He ruffled her short, auburn hair and began resetting the pieces for another game, but
Olivia stopped him.

“I don’t wanna play chess anymore, Uncle Don- I wanna play Belly Monster!” she cried,
her blue eyes glittering with excitement, and Don felt the same pang of anxiety that always
accompanied this familiar request.

At its core, “Belly Monster” was a game in which a shirtless Don- the titular “monster”-
chased a delighted Olivia around the Millers’ house and tried to avoid wrecking the place in
the process. The game had originally begun two years ago, on a night when Don came over
directly after work to cover for Brian and his wife when they’d had a sudden death in the

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family and needed to go out of town immediately. Although Don had grabbed a Large Mac en
route to the Millers’ house, he hadn’t gotten around to eating it until he was already there.
When Olivia’s antics resulted in the burger’s contents going flying, he’d removed his shirt to
wash the special sauce out of it in the kitchen sink before the stain set in.

Still famished, Don had (jokingly) threatened to eat an unrepentant Olivia in the
burger’s place, and the ensuing chase had ultimately led to the latter being cornered in the
kitchen. The “Belly Monster” (so named by Olivia herself) only “relented” when the clever girl
suggested that he devour the contents of the fridge instead. It went without saying that Don
had no serious intentions of devouring his friend’s daughter, but handling things like a mature
adult wouldn’t have made for a very fun time, now would it?

Besides, the eight-year-old girl had seemed positively delighted to feed the Belly
Monster a variety of cold cuts, leftovers, snacks from the pantry, and a whole tub of ice cream
for dessert. Don had always been a large man and a heavy eater, but Olivia- like most
children- wasn’t exactly familiar with the concept of restraint. By the time that she was
satisfied that there was no longer any threat of the Belly Monster eating her, Don’s
permanently-round gut had been distinctly swollen.

Initially, Don had dismissed the game as one of the many one-time adventures he and
Olivia often went on, but the little girl had grown quite attached to the concept, and now
demanded that they play it every time Don babysat her. As a good playmate, Don was
typically game for any activities Olivia’s wild imagination came up with, but as a fully-grown
man who didn’t have sexually perverse tendencies, the idea of shirtlessly chasing down a girl
a quarter of his size always made him uncomfortable.

Now, the end of the game- where Olivia fed him whatever snacks she could find- that
part Don liked very much, and since excessive strictness had caused the previous babysitters
failures, he sighed aloud and consented to oblige her tonight as well.

“Hmm, I’m hungry!” Don bellowed in an artificially deep voice as he slowly pulled his 6-
foot-4, 286-lb. frame to a standing position, commencing the game in the same way he
always did.

For her part, Olivia did her best to act scared (the giggle kinda gave away the act) and
scrambled out of her bedroom and down the hall, prompting Don to give lumbering chase. In

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and out of the master bedroom, down the stairs, through the laundry room and garage, and
back into the living room their chase led them. Unlike most nights, however, Olivia appeared
to be uncharacteristically slow and clumsy tonight, and Don didn’t understand why until he’d
successfully lunged for her and scooped her up with both hands.

“No, let me go!” Olivia said in mock-protest as Don pinned her arms to her sides and
licked his lips eagerly.

“No, I’m hungry, and I’m going to eat you up!” he growled, causing the girl in his grasp
stopped wiggling and kicking and stare at him, wide-eyed.

Normally, this was the point where Olivia’s line would be something along the lines of,
“But I have food for you, Belly Monster, if only you’ll let me go.” Tonight, however, she just
stared at him awkwardly until Don set her on the floor.

“Unless you have something else that I can eat, that is?” he probed, still trying to
continue the spirit of the game.

To his surprise, however, Olivia shyly looked up at him and shook her head “No”.

This was not how the game was supposed to go, and Don privately hoped that Olivia
might have finally grown out of playing Belly Monster, sparing him the awkwardness of trying
to explain its impropriety to her.

“Hmph.” he grunted, still half in-character. “Well, maybe I’ll have a look around
anyways!”

All that running around never failed to make him legitimately hungry, but that problem
was usually resolved by the game’s natural end point. Thus, Don was both confused and
disappointed to find that both the Millers’ fridge and pantry were devoid of food, save for a few
dusty cans of asparagus, some condiments, and a single piece of paper. On this last item,
written in a 10-year-old’s clumsy handwriting, was scribbled, “I want you to eat me, Uncle
Don.”

Stunned, Don spun around to demand an answer from the note’s author, only to find
that Olivia had walked up behind him as he read her request, and she wrapped her arms
around him when he turned.

“Olivia, what’s this all about?”

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 “We don’t have any food, Belly Monster, because I ate it all!” Olivia said as she gazed
up at him adoringly.

To prove her point, Olivia pulled up her flower-print yellow blouse to reveal a cute, pale
stomach that bulged about 3 inches outwards from her torso. While this represented a stark
departure from the girl’s typically-trim frame, her belly was tiny compared to Don’s, which
stuck out 7 inches further than his chest. Although Don sincerely doubted that the Millers’
entire food supply was inside the little girl’s little stomach (she’d probably shoved it in a closet
somewhere), he was too befuddled to come up with anything witty.

“Oh, yeah? Is that so?”

“Yeah, I ate all your food, Belly Monster!” Olivia said, defiantly, as she let her blouse fall
back down and placed her hands on her hips. “Aren'tcha gonna do something to punish me?”

“Olivia, what in God’s name are you talking about?” Don asked, quite taken aback.
“Where’s this coming from?”

With an exaggerated sigh, Olivia explained that her Social Studies class had started
their unit on Vore the previous month, and that her teacher had explained all about the
Predator Protection Act of 2014 and its effects on the course of human history.

“Ever since then, I’ve been thinking about you and your big belly, Uncle Don. Since you
like playing Belly Monster so much and you always eat a whole bunch of food, I thought you
wanted to eat me!”

Too flabbergasted to explain that- while he did come from a Predator lineage- he’d
never eaten a person in his life, Don stood there with his mouth agape and fumbled for words.
Then, as if on cue, his great stomach rumbled loudly.

“See!” cried Olivia, “I knew you were hungry! Now come on, eat me!”

She stretched out her arms towards him invitingly, awakening something deep inside
Don that had previously lay dormant. He’d heard about Vore all his life, of course, and with a
gut as large as his, the jokes were practically incessant, but until now, Don had simply never
experienced the urge to eat someone, not even as a joke. But now, standing there, looking
over Olivia’s 4-foot-2, 74-lb. body, Don’s predatory instincts flared to life, and he had to shake
his head to clear thoughts of eating her from his mind.

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 “No, Olivia, no. I won’t- I can’t eat you!”

The Millers’ daughter was a stubborn girl, however, and she would not be so easily
dissuaded.

Rubbing his large, exposed gut with both hands, she sulkily asked, “Why? Is it ‘cause
I’m not that big? I promise I can still fill up your tummy!”

“No, Olivia, please.” Don pled as he tried to pry her off. “I don’t want to eat you, okay?”

“Liar!” she accused, scowling fiercely. “I saw your face a minute ago- you do too want
to eat me, so just do it already!”

Don’s temper was rising along with his appetite, and before he could stop himself, he
grabbed the girl beneath her arms and lifted her off the floor until she was at eye-level.

“Listen to me, Olivia, you don’t me to eat you, okay?!” he shouted. “You don’t want to
go down my throat and end up where all my food does, do you?!”

“Yes I do! I’ve always liked your big belly, Uncle Don, and now I wanna go inside it like
all the rest of your food!”

For a tense moment, neither of them said anything, but Don set Olivia’s feet back on
the floor and folded his arms across his hairy chest. She mimicked the ornery gesture, but
Don was too absorbed in thought to notice.

It’s not like I have to digest her or anything. Don thought to himself before his
conscience kicked in. No, no- what am I thinking? I can’t just eat Brian’s daughter!

“But why?” the devil on Don’s other shoulder seemed to say.

Because it’s wrong, that’s why.

“Not if you don’t digest her.”

He’d kill me if he ever found out, came the rebuttal from Don’s conscience, which was
silenced once and for all when his urges overpowered his restraint, reasoning that, I just have
to make sure that Brian and his wife don’t find out.

“Alright, fine- I’ll eat you.” Don said aloud, sighing.

“Yipppeeee!” screamed Olivia as she clapped her hands and jumped up and down.

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 “But only for a little while, you hear me? And you’ve got to promise me that you won’t
tell your parents?”

“I promise, I promise!” Olivia eagerly said as she wrapped her arms around what she
could reach of his broad waist. “Oh, thank you Uncle Don, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me yet.” The reluctant predator grumbled as his enthusiastic prey led him
by the hand to the couch in the living room and bid him to sit down.

“Okay, so my teacher said that if you’re ever going to eat someone, you have to take
off your belt and pants first, or else they’ll rip.”

“I’m not stripping down for this, but you’re right that I should undo my belt.”

While Don marveled that schoolkids were being given such practical advice on Vore,
Olivia climbed onto the couch and sat on top of his large, round belly, patting it gently with her
small, soft hands.

“Don’t worry, I took a shower earlier, so I’m clean and ready to be eaten!” she beamed.

“You’ll be taking another shower once we’re done, too, so that your parents don’t find
out.”

Uncharacteristically quiet, Olivia made no reply except to move her hands from his
stomach to his cheeks. After gathering his courage, Don took a deep breath and took hold of
Olivia’s wrists.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, and Olivia nodded eagerly. “Alright, then. Here
we go.”

Opening his maw as wide as he could, Don inserted Olivia’s hands all the way to the
back of his mouth and then swallowed, drawing the young girl’s arms into his throat and
bringing her face right next to his own.

“Thank you, Uncle Don.” she whispered as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

Don could feel himself blushing as he guided her head into his mouth and swallowed
again. With another gulp, Olivia’s entire upper body was in his gullet, and if he concentrated,
Don could feel her hands flapping around inside his stomach. Grabbing hold of her thighs,

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Don tilted his head back and swallowed hard, stuffing Olivia’s legs into his mouth and pushing
her torso out of his esophagus and into his stomach.

Almost done, Don told himself as he grasped the girl’s ankles. With one last, forceful
contraction, Olivia’s feet disappeared past his lips and slipped effortlessly down his throat.

“BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRP!”
Don noisily belched upon finishing his meal, prompting a bout of shrill laughter from within his
massive stomach, which had ballooned to nearly twice it’s previous size.

Contrary to what Don had heard about eating someone, his gargantuan gut wasn’t
upset or painfully stretched, just very, very full- like he’d cleared out an entire buffet by
himself.

“That was a loud burp, Uncle Don!” Olivia giggled, her voice slightly muffled.

Patting where he thought her head was, Don worriedly asked, “Are you okay in there,
Olivia?”

“Oh, yes!” she cried as she wiggled around and rubbed his engorged gut from within.
“It’s really hot and slimy in your belly, Uncle Don.”

Don chuckled, causing his huge gut to shake. “Well, yeah, it’s my stomach, Olivia. It’s
not supposed to have people inside it!”

“No, I like it!” Olivia insisted as a hand-shaped bulge appeared on the top of Don’s taut
abdomen. “It’s warm and cozy and...and I just love it in your belly, Uncle Don!”

Well, as long as she likes it, Don thought to himself.

He leaned back and continued massaging his gigantic gut, stuffed with seventy-four
pounds of fresh, wiling meat that swelled his waistline beyond 80 inches in circumference.
The humongous orb of flesh protruded down to his knees, and it rested heavily in his lap as
Olivia wiggled and squirmed inside, causing Don to moan in gluttonous pleasure from the
sensations within his hugely bloated midsection.

“Do I feel good, Uncle Don?” came Olivia’s voice.

“Mm-hmm.” Don moaned as he nodded and patted the side of his tremendous belly.

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 “See! I told you that I could fill up your tummy!” she said, triumphantly, eliciting another
chuckle from Don.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” he retorted, slapping the side of his huge gut to
emphasize his point. “I’m pretty sure I could fit more food in there, if we had any.”

“Okay! The snacks from the pantry are under my bed, and I ate most of the leftovers
while Mom and Dad were getting ready, but the other refrigerated stuff is in the blue cooler in
the garage.”

Dimly, Don recalled nearly tripping over this cooler while playing Belly Monster, but in
truth, he was far too stuffed to even think about eating anything else right now. Besides, being
a virgin predator, Don was very unaccustomed to moving around with a live meal in his belly.

“No, I’m quite *URP* happy just having you in my stomach, sweetheart. But thank you.”

Olivia was quiet for a few minutes, which Don took as a sign that maybe she was
getting tired and would ask to be let out soon, a hope that proved futile when she spoke up
again.

“Does that mean you’ll digest me after all, Uncle Don?”

Shocked that she would even consider such a thing, Don was about to rebuke her
when an idea struck him. Maybe this’ll keep her from pestering me to eat her again in the
future.

“And what if I said yes?” he coldly inquired, and he felt a shudder run through his
stomach’s occupant.

“I’m okay with that!” Olivia nearly shouted, and Don gleaned that her shiver had been
one of excitement, not fear.

Refusing to abandon the scare tactic, Don snorted and sarcastically inquired, “Really,
now? You’re okay with becoming my food and being trapped inside my body forever?”

“Yep! I’m already your food, Uncle Don, and it’s food’s job to nourish the person who
ate it, so go ahead and absorb me!” she chirped as she began vigorously rubbing his belly
from within. “Oh, and in case you get indigestion, the antacids are in the green bottle in the
medicine cabinet upstairs.”

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 Having run out of other tactics, Don leaned back and began rubbing his massive
stomach in slow, deliberate circles.

“Alright then, Olivia- I’m going to digest you now. I’m going to let my gut gurgle you
away and turn you into even more fat on my big, heavy belly that you love so much. That’s all
you’re going to be now- part of my fat. Does that sound good to you?”

Despite this dire threat, Don was shocked to hear applause coming from inside his
immense belly, which wobbled and swayed with Olivia’s movements.

“Oh, yes, Uncle Don- I’m ready! I’ve always been ready!”

For the smallest instant, Don found that he was actually considering it- the girl had
practically shoved herself down his throat, after all, and she did feel really good filling him up
like she was.

The sentiment passed quickly, however, and Don was just about to tell her that he’d
been joking when something hard smashed into the right half of his face at tremendous
speed.

“What the FUCK, Don?!” shouted Brian as the knuckles on his left hand impacted a
very surprised Don’s face. “What the fuck are you doing with my daughter?!”

Later, Don would realize that he had been so absorbed in his conversation with Olivia
that he hadn’t heard the front door open, but in the moment, he had other, more pressing
concerns.

For an accountant, Brian threw a mean right hook, and by the time Mrs. Miller put her
ear to Don’s huge ball belly to confirm that Olivia was still alive, Don was almost punch-drunk.

“You fucking piece of SHIT!” Brian yelled as he popped Don right in the nose, which
promptly began to bleed all over his bushy mustache. “You DARE come into MY house, gain
MY trust, and then EAT MY DAUGHTER?”

Grabbing a handful of Don’s short, brown hair, Brian ripped him off the couch and sent
him sprawling on the floor, landing directly on his engorged stomach.

“Spit her out RIGHT NOW, DON!”

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 Don didn’t have to be told twice- the pressure his own heavy frame was exerting on his
swollen belly was more than enough to overwhelm his esophageal muscles. With a slick, wet
gurgle, Don’s meal rapidly slid up his throat and out of his mouth.

Still disoriented, Don struggled to catch his breath while Olivia’s hysterical mother-
already on the phone with the police- checked her saliva-covered body for acid damage. As
he rolled over onto his back, Don’s hand absentmindedly went to his much-smaller stomach,
which was growling furiously about being deprived of its meal.

“Oh, you are SO dead!” Brian roared over his wife’s frantic explanation to the 911
Operator and Olivia’s vehement protests. “You DISGUSTING motherfucker! Get hard while
eating MY DAUGHTER, will you!”

Having regained enough of his wits to process what Brian was saying, Don was
dismayed and ashamed to feel that, protruding through his boxers, was a rock-hard erection.
Though he tried to sputter an explanation to Brian, the latter would have none of it, and
proceeded to kick his former friend’s crotch, midsection, and face while his wife grabbed the
frenzied Olivia and carried her upstairs.

The police arrived shortly thereafter, but before the cops pulled him off, Brian spat one
last parting shot at his longtime friend.

“I can’t believe I ever trusted you, you SICK FUCKER!”

Those words haunted Don for more than a decade, though all the court proceedings,
the prison sentence he’d received for Breaking & Entering and Attempted Non-consensual
Digestion of a Minor, and the two years spent slowly rejoining society while on probation.

Advised by their high-powered legal counsel, the Millers’ had changed their story to
state that they had fired Don as a babysitter after Olivia had made concerning remarks about
Don’s “Belly Monster” antics. But Don, whom they claimed was “infatuated” with their
daughter, apparently broke into their home to eat her as revenge.

Naturally, this story was more full of holes than a spaghetti strainer, but Olivia’s
exonerating testimony had been thrown out on the grounds that she had been “groomed” by
her attempted Predator. Since this was one of the few legal cases where the ingested party
had survived, the D.A. and the judge were determined to make it a landmark case, and there

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was little for Don’s public defender to do but fold his hands over the deck and get Don’s
sentence reduced in a plea bargin.

Fortunately, the court case- and the associated publicity of being turned into Public
Enemy #1- had proven to be the worst of Don’s troubles, as prison was a very different place
than he’d heard about in the movies.

Upon entering Red Rock Correctional Center, Don had been accepted into the
Brotherhood of the Belly- one of the many gangs trying to solicit members from “new fish”-
and this made his time significantly easier. The Brotherhood limited its membership
exclusively to convicts imprisoned for crimes of Predation, and worked more or less directly
with the Warden’s Office to keep Red Rock in good order.

Fortunately for Don’s conscience, on both occasions where the Brotherhood had
ordered him to eat unruly inmates, the gang leadership subsequently commanded him to
regurgitate his meals after a few hours in the “holding tank”. While Don had been all too
happy to comply with the second command, his waistline suffered for it, as the normal prison
food was both terrible and in rather short supply. Without supplemental nutrition from the
regular “meals” the Brotherhood’s senior members made of the inmate population, Donald
Davison had emerged from Red Rock Correctional Facility far less girthy than when he’d
entered.

While Don missed his large, round belly, he had to admit that being relatively slim for a
man of his stature (now measuring a very modest 37 inches at the navel) made manual labor
far easier. And since his meager salary was barely enough to avoid starvation (being even
more pitiful than his pre-imprisonment wage used to be), Don decided that it was fine that his
gut stayed gone. It was one less reminder of the shitty hand life had dealt him. That said,
there wasn’t a day that went by where Don didn’t think about how his life had been turned
upside-down, and just as often as he seethed about Brian’s understandable but unreasonable
behavior, he thought of Olivia.

Where was she in life?

Had she been “traumatized” by the experience of being eaten, as the court-appointed
psychiatrist had said in her testimony?

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 ...would she consent to being eaten again?

That last question made Don flush with shame whenever it popped into his head, but
he couldn’t help it. Something about Olivia’s body slipping down his throat and into his waiting
belly had awoken dark desires that he tried earnestly to resist. It wasn’t easy, however, since
practically every time Don turned on the TV, he saw an infomercial about some Vore-related
product or a celebrity actor parading around the screen with a big, squirming stomach.

Day by day, Don’s impulses grew stronger, and despite being in the best shape of his
life, he began to feel as if her was wasting away. Many times he’d considered snatching
someone off the street and stuffing them down his throat, but the Millers’ case had made him
nationally notorious, and it had taken his Parole Officer quite some time to line up the shitty
construction job Don currently slaved away at. No matter how his stomach twisted and turned
on itself, Don simply couldn’t afford to take the risk, and so he dutifully put his nose to the
grindstone day after day, finding what little comfort he could in the knowledge that, someday,
it would all end.

“Heya, Ron! The usual?” Steven called to “Ron” as his bulky frame darkened the
doorway of the Lard Laddy Donut Shop one Thursday morning.

“You know it, Steve-o.”

When he’d moved to Tuscon for his job almost two years earlier, Don had been
pleased to find that his favorite confectionery chain from back in Phoenix- which he’d enjoyed
since childhood- had opened several branch locations here, too. Once he gave up drinking,
Don found that he could just barely afford to stop by twice a day on weekdays, and the Lard
Laddy’s sugary doughnuts and pastries helped were the one reprieve from the monotony of
his drab life and the only thing he regularly looked forward to besides the creeping inevitability
of death.

After a minute, Steve emerged from the back with a baker’s dozen of chocolate-
frosting, cream-filled doughnuts covered in rainbow sprinkles and a dollop of freshly-made
whipped cream.

“Here ya are, Ron. Thirteen Sloppy Arnies ready for your consumption.” Steven said,
but his typical, chipper tone rang hollow to Don’s ears.

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 He liked Steven- the guy always made time (and shelf space) for his regulars, no
matter how busy the store got, and he hadn’t batted an eye when Don had passed himself off
as “Ron” to put distance between himself and his past life.

“Something wrong, Steve?”

“Ah, I just hired this new girl a couple days ago. I tell ya, Don- she’s just about the
slowest-moving creature God ever put upon this Earth.” the baker sighed, shaking his head
ruefully. “Clever girl, though. Good head for numbers and business. Anyways, that’s why your
order was a little slow coming out, so sorry ‘bout that.”

“Ah, it’s fine.” Don waved him off. “I wasn’t headed anywhere important anyways.”

With a frown, Steven looked at Don’s stained t-shirt, dust-streaked jeans, and the hard
hat clipped to his belt. “You’re going to work, right?”

“Like I said- nowhere important!” Don retorted with a rueful grin.

Steven just chuckled and sent him on his way, ready to help the next sugar-deprived
sap standing in line. As usual, the doughnuts had vanished down Don’s gullet long before he
arrived at the job site, and while 2,000 sugary calories were a poor replacement for a more
nutritious meal, they helped to fill the prey-shaped hole in Don’s stomach.

After work, Don stopped by and picked up his usual evening snack, but while driving
home, he was surprised to find something written on the inside of the box lid with what looked
like black Sharpie marker. Being a good driver, Don didn’t stop or get distracted while on the
road, but waited until he was inside his ramshackle apartment and seated on his moldy couch
to read what he assumed would be some sort of mass-printed promotional message.

Instead, however, Don read the following cryptic message:

Add an éclair to your order tomorrow morning.

Confused, Don was about to pick up the phone and ask Steven what the hell kinda
marketing stunt this was, but ultimately he decided against it. He was already sold, after all,
and a single éclair wouldn’t break his budget. So, the following morning, Don did as he’d been
bid and added one of the long, chocolate-iced pastries to his order, although he noted that
Steven didn’t even comment on this departure from Don’s usual routine.

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 However, as he bit into the new addition to his already-large order, Don’s teeth clinked
against something metallic. After he swallowed the half of the éclair already in his mouth, Don
looked at the half still in his hand and beheld a small, aluminum tube sticking out of the
cream-filled center. Now quite curious, Don set the tube aside and quickly downed the rest of
his breakfast, only picking up the mysterious object once he’d arrived at work.

One of the ends was removable, and Don twisted it off to reveal a slip of paper inside,
which he withdrew and began reading.

I’ve been watching you for some time, and I know who you really are, Donald Davison.

If you don’t want to end up on the 11 o’clock news, skip the doughnuts tonight and
drive to 1148 Westbrook Ave. before 8 p.m.

Come alone, and knock on the front door four times.

Don’s large, meaty hands were shaking by the time he read the first line of the threat,
and he’d broken out into a cold sweat long before he finished the message.

Was this it?

Had his attempts to hide from his past finally caught up with him?

Should he make a run for the border? He’d heard the work in Mexico was good, but his
Español was terrible, and if this mysterious accuser was telling the truth, there was little
chance of him making it past the CBP.

No, he thought as he took several deep breaths to calm himself, better to face the
music and see what happens. If I’m lucky, maybe they’ll shoot me in the face as soon as they
open the door.

At precisely 7:48 p.m., Don pulled up to the upscale condominium whose mailbox read
“1148” in his clunker of a car and double checked the address to ensure that he was in the
right place.

He was, and with a nervous gulp, Don steeled himself and started up the driveway,
arriving at the front door sooner than he would’ve liked to. After taking another shaky breath,
Don rapped on the solid-oak door in quadruplicate as he’d been instructed. He waited for

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what seemed like an eternity (but was really probably more like 20 seconds) until he heard
the door’s latch and deadbolt unlock.

Then, the door swung inwards to reveal...a girl of modest height staring up at him from
the entryway, and as Don examined the enigmatic message-sender’s auburn hair, freckled
face, and glittering blue eyes, he couldn’t help but be reminded of…

“O-Olivia?” he sputtered, bewildered, and the young lady promptly squeaked with
delight and threw herself at a very confused Don.

“Uncle Don!”

Don took an involuntary step backwards under the momentum of her leap, which left
her dangling almost a foot above the ground with her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh, Uncle Don! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I tried to tell them! I tried to tell them what really
happened, but they just didn’t listen, you’ve gotta believe me!”

She was sobbing into his chest now, and Don, realizing the gravity of the situation,
tried to pry her off of him, but the harder he pulled, the more she clung to him.

“Please, please don’t hate me, Uncle Don! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Of course I don’t hate you, Olivia!” Don frantically said. “Now come on, let go of me
before someone sees us!”

“No!” she cried, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes. “No, I’m never letting you go
again!”

Worried that a neighbor would spot them, Don shuffled forwards into the condo as
quickly as he could- the crying girl still hanging off his neck- and shut the door behind them.

“Olivia, I…” Don started, before realizing that he didn’t have the diction to communicate
that he didn’t want to traumatize her any further.

Fortunately, Olivia released her hold on his neck and did her best to wipe her tears
away.

“I’m sorry, I must look like a mess.”

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 Oh, not at all. Don thought to himself as his eyes danced over Olivia’s midriff-exposing
tube top and denim short-shorts which did little to conceal their owner’s curvy body. Evidently,
Olivia- who must be around 20 now- had grown up to be an extremely fetching woman.

“How did you find me?” he asked, trying to push the preceding thought out of his head.
He nervously glanced around for a roommate or- God forbid- Brian and his wife.

“Don’t worry, we’re alone.” Olivia said when she saw his worried expression. “It’s a long
story, but I wanna hear yours first.”

She tried her best to smile as she grabbed Don’s large hand in her much-smaller ones
and led him over to the large leather couch. With more than a little trepidation, Don relayed
the events of the past decade as he’d experienced them- leaving out the most unsanitary bits.
Olivia listened, wide-eyed, until he got to his present condition, at which point she broke down
in tears and threw herself against Don’s broad chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry all that happened to you, Uncle Don!”

She cried as Don stroked her head and tried to shush her, much as he had done so
many years earlier when calming her to sleep after an evening of play. “It’s okay, Olivia, it’s
okay.” he said in the most soothing tone he could manage, but Olivia was inconsolable.

“No, it’s not okay!” she sobbed. “My parents- my stupid, stupid parents- they... they
hurt you! They dreamed up all those wild stories and false accusations to put you in prison, a-
and now…”

Feeling himself start to get emotional, Don swallowed hard and told her, “And now I’m
here. I’m right here, Olivia. See? Everything’s fine.”

“Everything’s not fine! Look at you! Your eyes have those awful dark circles under
them, you look like you haven’t smiled in years, and just look at your belly!” She lifted his shirt
and put her small, warm hands directly on the pudgy flesh of Don’s abdomen. “Your belly’s so
small it’s practically flat! Oh, you must’ve been starving this whole time, you poor thing!”

Quickly, Don grabbed Olivia’s slender wrists and pulled her hands off his stomach
before his impulses took over.

“Really, Olivia- I’m fine. What about you? Aren’t you traumatized from...you know?”

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 “From you eating me?” she finished, raising an eyebrow.

Don nodded. With an exaggerated eye roll, Olivia straddled Don’s lap and stared
directly into his eyes as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders.

“I asked you to eat me, Uncle Don, and I’m very glad you did. I don’t know why you’re
pretending that you did anything wrong, but I’m far from traumatized.”

She grinned as she said this, and, with horror, Don realized that he’d sprouted an
erection that was rubbing against Olivia’s groin. He tried to push her off, but Olivia was the
same stubborn girl who’d spent hours arguing with him over the finer points of the Monopoly
rulebook, and she wouldn’t be so easily deterred.

Grabbing his face in her small hands, Olivia leaned in and pressed her lips against
Don’s in a rushed, but warm kiss that made him seize up. After a minute of exploring his
mouth with her tongue, Olivia pulled back, panting.

“I’m my own woman, now, Uncle Don, and my parents aren’t around to hurt you
anymore.”

“That may be, Olivia.” Don said, shaking his head in protest. “But if they find out I’ve
been talking to you-”

“No, you don’t get it.” she interrupted. “My parents aren’t around anymore, if you catch
my drift.”

Don didn’t, and Olivia explained that, only two years earlier, just after her 18 th birthday,
the house had caught fire during the night, and she alone had made it out alive.

“Such a shame that the batteries in the smoke detectors were dead.”

To Don, she sounded sarcastic, and he thought it highly unlikely that someone as
meticulous as Brian would let important household maintenance like smoke detector checks
fall by the wayside.

“Did you…” he began, but Olivia shushed him by pressing a single finger against his
meaty lips.

“After that, I pulled your parole sheet and found out that you’d been assigned to work
here in Tuscon, although I couldn’t find out exactly where.”

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 “That’s for the best.” Don assured her, chuckling. “You really don’t wanna see my
place.”

Although she looked like she disagreed, Olivia held her tongue and continued.

“With the fire insurance reimbursement, sale of the property, and double life insurance
policy payouts, I moved here and started frequenting every Lard Laddy I could find.”

“How’d you know I’d turn up there?” Don asked with a frown.

“I have a good memory. You came by the house one time with a bag of Lard Laddy
doughnuts, and you let me have half of one even though I was bouncing off the walls for a
few hours.”

Dimly, Don recalled something happening along those lines, and was shocked at
Olivia’s powers of recollection.

“Anyways,” she continued, “once I found out that you were a regular at Steven’s
location, all I had to do was bat my eyelashes a few times and he hired me to help out. From
there, it was a simple matter of finding your routine and slipping you that invitation.”

She sounded terribly proud of herself, and Don wasn’t sure whether to be pleased that
Olivia had gone to such great lengths to find him or terrified that she had practically admitted
to parricide in cold blood. Before he could make up his mind, however, Don’s stomach
growled, and Olivia’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

“Hey, Uncle Don.” she said, leaning in to whisper directly in his ear. “I wanna play Belly
Monster.”

Instantly, Don’s stomach rumbled again, and his cock stiffened beneath the warmth of
Olivia’s hips, drawing a devilish grin from the girl as she reached down and rubbed his
manhood through his jeans.

“Ooh,” she moaned, “I wanna play with that monster, too. But let’s save that for later.”
Upon seeing his hesitation, Olivia leaned in and kissed him deeply again. “Please,” she
whispered. “I reeeally wanna play.”

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 At that moment, Don’s resolve crumbled, and he grabbed Olivia by her slim waist and
buried his face in her D-cup breasts, motor-boating them as he growled, “Hmm, I’m hungry!”
just as he’d done so many years ago.

“Oh, no!” Olivia moaned in mock-distress. “Please don’t eat me, Belly Monster! I’m
sure I have some food around here that you can eat instead.”

Rising to her feet, Olivia pulled Don along into the kitchen, then sat him down at the
table and produced from the pantry several party-size bags of chips, a half-dozen packs of
Double-Stuffed Oar-e-owes, four boxes of Valentine’s Day-themed Small Deborah Cakes, and
a 5-lb. plastic jug filled with animal crackers.

“This should hold you over for a little while, big guy.” Olivia said as she pulled Don’s
shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Affectionately, she patted his almost-flat stomach
for a moment, then disappeared down the hall.

By the time she returned several minutes later, Don had already gulped down the
animal crackers and two bags of chips. While his feeder was preparing several boxes of Mac
n’ cheese in a giant pot on the stove, she would often look over at Don’s rapid eating and
smile broadly. Soon, what had to be at least 15 lbs. of the cheese-drenched pasta was set
before Don in the largest bowl he’d ever seen.

“Eat up!” Olivia beamed at him.

She placed a large serving spoon in front of Don, who promptly tore into the noodles
just as the doorbell rang. By the time Don had inhaled the Mac n’ cheese, a smorgasbord of
food had materialized on Olivia’s kitchen table:

- 2 platters of a hundred wings,

- a tray of a dozen different Jersey Dave’s sub sandwiches

- three 20-piece buckets of Tennessee Fried Chicken,

- a rack of ribs and 10 lbs. of pulled-pork barbecue from John n’ Nick’s,

- a dozen Baconizers, Large Macs, and Biggies from Wenby’s, Mr. Donald’s, and
Burger Queen, respectively

- 25 footlong chili-cheese hot dogs from Knuckles’

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 - 6 extra-large, full-topping pizzas from Daddy Johnny’s

- and, last but not least, 50 Cheesy Gordita Chompers from Taco Smell

“Hot damn!” Don exclaimed. “Now that’s a feast fit for a king!”

“And don’t even think about coming up for air before it’s all gone, your majesty.” Olivia
nodded as she set four 2-liters of assorted sodas in front of him. “I want to see you as big as
you were before everything happened by the end of the night.”

While she amused herself patting Don’s slightly-round belly, he briefly considered
where Olivia was going with all of this, but soon concluded that it didn’t matter. If Olivia was
willing to take responsibility for encouraging his appetite (and it certainly seemed like she
was), then Don was fine to leave everything to her. She truly had grown up, after all, and if it
pleased Brian’s daughter to use her knack for managing finances to stuff Don’s gut full of
food, then who was he to complain?

For the next hour and a half, he was so busy eating that he didn’t even notice Olivia
leave until she returned. By this point, Don’s hairy gut had expanded so much that it was
actively pushing him away from the table, and he’d resorted to resting whatever food he was
presently devouring on top of his round, gurgling stomach for balance.

Once the final morsels of the third course had disappeared down his gullet, Olivia
grinned wickedly and set several plastic grocery-store bags on the table. Inside of these bags,
Don discovered, were three rotisserie chickens, a pre-cooked 20 lb. bone-in ham, a very large
tub of potato salad, and a gallon of sweet tea.

“BWUUURP!” Don loudly belched, and he noticed the shiver of excitement that ran
through Olivia as he did so. Patting his engorged gut, he commented, “Girl, you sure know
how to entice a man’s appetite!”

Blushing from his heartfelt praise, the young lady fidgeted as Don dutifully slurped
down the potato salad and chased it with the sweet tea. Then, grinning at his host, Don
swallowed each chicken whole, tracing the bulge in his throat as he did so. At long last, he
arrived at the ham and, with ceremony, Don wrapped his lips around the large hunk of meat
and sent it down his throat in a single gulp.

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 Both he and Olivia listened in complete silence for the sound they both knew was
coming, and, a few moments later, they heard it. With a noisy splash, the ham landed in the
slop of partly-digested food churning inside his heavy, gurgling stomach. Thumping his huge
belly, Don summoned another belch,

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRR
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!” He sighed and gave his swollen abdomen
a few gentle pats. “I haven’t felt this full in years, possibly ever!”

“I don’t suppose you’d have room for dessert, then?” Olivia coyly inquired.

“Of course I have room for dessert!” Don bellowed, more than happy to rise to this
gastric challenge. “Bring it here!”

Briefly, Olivia disappeared into the garage, then returned with two 3-gallon tubs of
Rocky Road ice cream, which Don tore into with a large serving spoon and devoured in less
than ten minutes.

Now truly satisfied, Don leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach, which was
so packed with food that he couldn’t even force a finger into its taut surface. Olivia, who had
sat down next to him and began rubbing his gut as he worked the ice cream, now gazed at
him lustfully.

“I wanna measure you, Uncle Don.”

“Knock yourself out!” Don nodded, thinking that she meant his stomach- after all, he
was fairly curious himself.

However, when Olivia bid him to, “Stand up please, good sir.” Don found that he
needed to lean on both her and the table to rise to his feet, and he was so delirious from his
colossal food intake that he didn’t notice what Olivia was doing on the floor until he felt her
warm lips wrap around his cock.

“Ooh, fuck, Olivia, what are you doing?!” he cried.

“Measuring you, Uncle Don.” Olivia huskily replied, completely hidden beneath the
shadow of his huge gut. Fondling his testes, she added, “And by my calculations, your cock is
plenty big enough to blow its load straight down my throat and into my tummy.”

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 Thus praised, Don’s cock twitched and stiffened to maximum hardness, and Olivia
didn’t waste a moment taking his throbbing member into her mouth and throat. It didn’t take
long for Don to explode inside her, and he grabbed the edge of the table for balance as he
experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life and groaned loudly. Faint sucking sounds
could be heard beneath his belly, and Olivia dutifully swallowed everything that Don had to
give her. Then, with one final kiss on his glans, she released his cock and stood up.

“Ahem!” she said, clearing her throat of his cum, “Step this way, if you please.”

Curious and dazed from his orgasm, Don did as he was told and followed Olivia over to
the couch, where she had him step on a bathroom scale and wait until the dial stopped
moving.

“312 pounds!” Olivia said, clapping her hands with delight. She pulling out a 10-ft.
measuring tape and holding his hand against one end of it while she encircled his waist with
the rest. Eventually, she concluded that he was, “51 inches around! Yep, you’re definitely as
big as when you ate me the first time!”

“HOOOOUURRRRRP! Bigger, actually.” Don said, having emerged from his post-coital
trance.

Smiling, Don reached out and pulled Olivia close, pressing the thrilled girl against the
side of his huge, hairy belly.

“Thank you, Olivia.” he said, staring deep into her beautiful, blue eyes. “There must be
close to a hundred pounds of food inside my belly right now, thanks to you. I can’t even
imagine how much this cost…”

“Shh, don’t think about that.” Olivia cooed as she rubbed his enormous stomach.
“Consider it a first installment of the repayment my parents owed you. Now, why don’t you sit
down?”

With that, she planted her hands on his fuzzy chest and gently pushed him to a sitting
position on the sturdy leather couch. Don’s belly reached almost to his knees, now, and for
several minutes, the only sounds in the condo were the glorps and gurgles of his digestive
processes kicking in, encouraged by the rubbing he and Olivia were doing.

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 Then, as Don was basking in how full he was, a small, delicate finger suddenly found
its way into his mouth, and his eyes popped open to behold Olivia in all of her nude glory.
Hairless from the neck down, Olivia had clearly kept her body in fantastic shape, and her
smooth skin did little to conceal the toned (though not bulging) muscles beneath. Suddenly,
Don’s already-huge stomach let out a deep rumble, and even though it should’ve been
impossible, he felt himself growing hungry.

“Olivia…” he started, but she simply leaned on his huge belly and put a finger to his
lips.

“I’ve thought about how to get back inside your belly this whole time, Uncle Don. You
didn’t traumatize me all those years ago- you satisfied me and my urge to wind up inside your
big, hairy tummy. But, by no fault of your own, you failed to satisfy all my urges.” Blushing a
bit, Olivia confessed that, “I-I’ve always loved you, Uncle Don, from the first time I peered up
at you from beneath your beer belly when I was about five. I remember fantasizing about what
it would be like in there long before I learned about Vore, and now I want you to fulfill my life’s
purpose- to be food that you digest and make part of your big, round belly forever.”

Straightening up, she displayed herself like a side of meat and traced the soft curves of
her body as she enticed him. “Come on, Uncle Don- don’t you wanna reclaim the meal my
parents denied you all those years ago?”

Don’s stomach groaned loudly, and Olivia patted the swollen organ fondly.

“See?” she said. “Your belly remembers me, and I’m sure it will be happy to know that
I’m a foot taller and forty pounds heavier than I was last time- consider it interest paid on the
borrowed time I’ve been living on.” Leaning down once more, Olivia kissed Don’s forehead
and asked, “So what are you waiting for? The antacids and a bottle of water are right next to
you, no one’s going to be looking for me, and I already signed documents ensuring that,
should something happen to me, you’ll get the condo and all of my late parents’ money.”

Slapping the side of his belly, Olivia smirked and added, “Just think! You could sit here
and stuff your face every night- there’s plenty of money to last you the rest of your life, trust
me.” Olivia straightened up and put her hands on her hips. “So go on- take what’s rightfully
yours and give me the honor of filling up your belly even more.”

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 Although he’d been mesmerized by her little speech, Don’s conscience was still
nagging him. Seeing his reluctance, Olivia sighed and grabbed a USB drive from the end
table next to the couch.

“And if you don’t digest me, I’ll see to it that this security footage of you dragging me
into the house makes its way onto the morning news.”

Partly out of fear, partly from rage, Don suddenly surged forwards and pulled Olivia into
a crushing bear hug with him on the couch.

“Fuck it!” he growled, “I didn’t want to do this, Olivia, but you leave me no choice. I
don’t really want to live in a world where you’re not around, but now that it’s come to this, I’ll
make sure to let my stomach break you down into a thick soup that’ll eventually turn into more
fat on my body!”

Not the least bit intimidated, Olivia simply nodded and beamed at him with a thousand-
watt smile.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting 10 years to hear, Uncle Don. And if my invesments pay
of correctly, then I wouldn’t be so sure about not seeing me again.” She winked at him
mysteriously. “Now go on- gobble me down into that fat belly of yours.”

Unlike the first time he’d eaten Olivia, Don decided to lift her into the air above his head
and lower her feet into his mouth, an effort she happily complied with, moaning and reaching
her hand towards her slit when his lips wrapped around her ankles.

“Oooh, Uncle Don!” she moaned as she rapidly fingered herself, but Don didn’t wait for
her to climax before he gulped twice more, sucking her legs down her throat and bringing her
pussy into his mouth.

A quick flick of his tongue caused Olivia to scream in orgasmic bliss and her entire
body convulsed as waves of euphoria overtook her. Deep inside him, Don could feel her feet
kicking, stirring up the mushy mass of food stewing inside his cauldron of a stomach, and he
hastened to swallow her before her wriggling gave him an upset tummy. Hips, abdomen,
breasts- bit by bit, Olivia’s body slipped down Don’s throat and into his waiting belly, pushing it
out further and further.

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 Quickly, it grew so big and round that it forced Don’s legs apart as it jutted out way past
his knees. The best was yet to come, however, and just before Don closed his lips to seal
Olivia inside him forever, he heard a whispered, “Thank you, Belly Monster.”

The pleasure was all mine, Don thought but couldn’t say, on account of her body
sliding down his throat.

With one final, powerful swallow, Don sent Olivia’s head down his esophagus and into
his stomach, which groaned in unison with its owner as its meal slipped into his colossal belly.
Olivia’s nude body was now inside his gut, floating in a thick soup of everything she’d fed him
earlier, and this realization sent Don over the edge, causing him to blow his load all over the
rounded underside of his titanic tummy.

Spurred on by the stimulation of being eaten and the sounds of her Predator’s orgasm,
Olivia quickly fingered herself to another body-shaking orgasm, causing Don’s gigantic belly
to sway and wobble of its own accord. Once the series of short, sharp moans ended, Don
could feel Olivia’s hand rubbing the walls of her new home, and he could just make out her
final words.

“I hope I made you bigger than ever, Uncle Don. I love you so much.”

“You have, Olivia.” Don said, sincerely. He gently patted the slight bulge near the top of
his abdomen created by her head. “I love you, too.”

With a few pats of her own, Olivia went silent, and Don didn’t restrain his gut from
processing its meal any longer, moaning in pleasure from the supremely full feeling that was
overwhelming all of his senses. He hadn’t lied- his gut was absurdly large now, easily eight or
nine feet in circumference, and Don’s massive midsection was now nearly as large as Don
himself. With Olivia’s body added to his astonishingly large meal, Don’s stretched stomach
churned noisily as it fought to churn up the more than two hundred pounds of food packed
inside of it.

Part of that food, Don soberly thought, had been a girl he’d known practically from the
time she was in diapers, and who had effectively devoted her entire life to becoming his meal.
At the same time, for the first time in over a decade, Don’s Predator urges were quieted by
the sounds and sensations of so much food slopping and sloshing around within his stomach,

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and he knew that Olivia had changed his life as much as he’d changed hers- he could never
go back to enjoying normal food or portion sizes again.

And while Don couldn’t quite put a finger on what Olivia’s cryptic remark about
investments had meant, he was willing to trust that such a bright young lady wouldn’t make
promises that weren’t basically guaranteed.

If I do somehow see Olivia again, Don idly thought as he rubbed his monumental gut,
I’ll make sure to fuck her right away. A couple times, even. After all, with how good she filled
me up, I probably owe her the same favor.

~~ FIN ~~

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