After a difficult Christmas Eve morning, the rest of the day was a bit less

harrowing for Max. Ashley and Dom mostly kept to themselves, at least when
they weren’t trying to compose a poem to tease him:
’Twas the night before Christmas, when in Ashley’s room,
Max was churning inside her big belly, his tomb…
Luckily, they only got as far as the first two lines before getting bored and
giving up. Poetry: not as easy as it looks, turns out. Ashley made up with it,
though, with a haiku directed at him (about her boobs, she explained):
When I digest you
You better fatten them up
Or I’ll be real mad
She’d read it aloud to him off a page in her notebook, and held a dead-
serious glare at him for a few seconds before cracking up. They all had a good
laugh before Mom called Ashley from downstairs to tell her their tea was ready.
Max sat in the living room until late afternoon as they chatted in the
kitchen, drafting an email to autosend to Ashley in case she did end up
churning him — which seemed more and more likely as he overhead of the two
of them gossiping over their tea.
“And are you eating enough at college?”
“Mom! Stop asking me that!”
“It’s okay, maybe one of your presents will fix that.”
Max gulped nervously. He glanced up at Dom as he arrived and took a seat
on the other couch, and minimized the windows on his computer.
“Hey babe!” Dom called out. “You see your IG followers?”
“I know, almost 20k!”
“You should do another video with a wriggling belly, they loved that.”
“Maybe it could be Max? Guess it depends on who— I mean, what this
present is.”
“Won’t be long now!” their mom replied.
Max felt sick to his stomach. He still remembered the Christmas that Mom
and her sister Katrina traded husbands as meals. Before Ashley had asserted
her dominance, his dreams had mostly featured the memory of his dad
squirming in Aunt Kat’s gut while Mom churned up his uncle. The two of them
would squeeze their tits at him and taunt him about when they might decide he
was next.
“I’ll be back later,” Max said to no one in particular as he stood up. He
grabbed his coat and walked out the door. It was cloudy and gray. Mist hung in
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Inside, there were a few small groups of kids he knew, back from college, but he
seemed to be the only one who’d walked in alone.
Laura was behind the bar. She’d been at school with him, one year older.
“They’re making me card this week,” she whispered as she poured him a glass
of whiskey.
Max showed her his fake ID, and that was enough. He sat and sipped and
tried to ignore the laughter of the girls at the nearby table by watching the
college football game on the TV behind the bar: Gateway was playing against
Shadystone, Max’s school. They were doing much better after their loss last
week. He recognized his friend Naomi on the sidelines, shaking her pom-
poms, and hoped he’d get to see her again next semester. If I survive Christmas,
I’ll finally ask her out, he promised himself.
The table of girls behind him erupted in laughter “…didn’t have my first till
sophomore year,” one was saying. “Turns out it was my boyfriend!”
They all giggled.
“Piece of shit, had the nerve to complain about my tits being small — all
while he was the answer? But he’s in a better place now.”
“Can I feel?” another girl asked.
“Sure!”
The last girl broke the silence. “Must be nice.”
“Oh ignore her, she’s just jealous cause she can’t pred.”
Laura stopped by Max to top up his glass. He nodded in the direction of the
girls he couldn’t help but overhear. “You know them?”
“Yeah. Three years above me, graduated before you left. Small-time preds,
nothing to worry about.”
“Even with Ms. Compatible Meal over there?” he pointed his thumb at the
busty one.
“I’m here, you’re fine.”
He nodded.
“I heard what Ashley did to you, by the way.”
“Who hasn’t?” Max stared into his drink.
“I didn’t mean it like—”
“It’s fine, I always kind of expected it. Thought I’d make it at least most of
the way through college, though.”
Laura’s eyes went wide. “She’s gonna do it on Christmas? Seriously?”
“Maybe. I don’t know for sure yet. But they’re laying it on thick.”
She looked at him with pity in her eyes. “Damn. You want, like, a blowjob
before you go? Old time’s sake?”
“Dunno.” He slammed back his drink and set down his glass. “Another?”
“Take your time with this one. Don’t want you making a mess.” She left to
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 The door opened, and Max saw Ashley’s hot-pink parka in the bar mirror.
Now that he knew about her new-and-improved figure, he could see the curves
underneath. “There you are! Mom was getting worried.”
“You mean you were getting hungry.”
She sidled up next to him at the bar. “You okay?”
Max smiled softly and made eye contact with her. For a second she was his
little sister again. “It’s just a bit much,” he said. “I know things are different now,
but, you know…”
“It’s just teasing!” she insisted, then lowered her voice. “What good is a
booty bitch if I can’t push you around a little?”
Max blushed and looked away as Ashley took a sip of his drink.
“Come on,” she insisted. “You pushed me around when we were little.”
“Actually, you did most of the pushing.”
“Are you talking back to me?”
He looked back up. Her eyes were ice cold. Then, just like that, her
expression melted into a warm smile.
“Come on, Mom wants to do some early presents.”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“She said it had to be now, so I’d be ready for the party tomorrow.” Ashley’s
voice dropped to a whisper, even though there was nobody nearby: “I think it’s
going to be someone— I mean, something I can eat.”
Max’s stomach dropped. “I wonder what I’ll get.”
“Oh, I got you something really good! I hope you’ll like it!”
He bit his lip.
“Come on, you ready?”
“Give me a minute.”
“Max, it’s presents! Aren’t you excited?” Ashley had never been able to
contain her enthusiasm for receiving gifts, and wasn’t great at waiting patiently
to open them, either. When they were kids, she’d always be up at five in the
morning on Christmas Day, ready to start unwrapping.
Max finished his drink and put cash on the bar for Laura. “Just a little
nervous, maybe,” he admitted as he stood up.
Ashley gave him a playful punch on the arm as they walked out the door.
“Race home?”
“Nah.”
“You’re no fun. Ever since—”
“—you got ten times stronger than me?”
“I guess.”
They walked in silence for a bit. Ashley scuffed the ground with her shoes
for fun, just like she used to do as a kid. “Good job on my laundry, by the way.”
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 “You didn’t hear us last night, did you?”
“I… what do you mean?”
He got another punch on the arm, a bit harder this time. “Don’t lie to me!”
“Yeah, I heard you.” Max massaged the spot where she’d punched him.
“…and?”
“And I’m glad you’re happy with Dom.”
“Uh-huh.” She looked at him for a bit. “You totally jerked off to it,” she
decided suddenly.
Max blushed. “N-no!”
She rolled her eyes. “I thought I told you not to lie to me, booty bitch.”
He shook his head in disbelief, ignoring her.
Ashley got in front of him, blocking his path. “I said, booty bitch!”
“…and?” he replied.
She turned around and lifted up the back of her parka, revealing her
skintight leggings underneath. “And when I call you that, I expect service.
Worship, even.”
He tried to walk around her, but she blocked him again.
“It’s your punishment. For lying,” she told him over her shoulder, sticking
her tongue out. “Get down there!”
Max looked around. The sky had turned dark blue while he was out. The
streetlights were coming on, and the lights were on in the neighbors’ windows.
Hey, he thought to himself. If I do it I’ll stay alive a bit longer before she eats me
for Christmas dinner. Why else would she suddenly start being so nice to him?
“Fine.” Max knelt down, wondering if any neighbors were looking out at
them, and closed his eyes. He puckered his lips, swallowed his pride for what
seemed like the millionth time, and planted a little kiss on Ashley’s butt.
“Mmm, there’s a good boy. Now I’ll race ya!” And with that she ran off,
leaving him there on his knees.
Max rolled his eyes, got up, and took his sweet time getting there. It’s not
like he was going to win anyway. And besides, the alcohol was starting to get to
him, so he enjoyed the oncoming buzz on a nice, leisurely walk home.
By the time he arrived, she was already inside, had put on her Santa hat
back on, and was handing a present to Dom by the fireplace. “You almost
missed it, slowpoke!” she taunted. “C’mon, here’s yours.”
Max took the present from Ashley and looked around. Their mom must
have jut left the room, her tea was cooling on an end table. Dom had opened
his gift, which turned out to be tickets to see a band he liked during their next
semester. There was also a note that made him grin and whisper in her ear.
“What are you waiting for?” Ashley demanded.
Fine. Max caved and ripped open the paper to find a half-dozen dress shirts
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 “It comes with any alterations you need,” Ashley explained. “You can go in
after New Years. I thought they’d be good for your internship next summer!”
“Yeah, thanks! I haven’t even started applying yet, though.”
She smiled at him. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get one. And then you’ll already
have something nice to wear.”
He smiled back and hugged her. Did she not know?
Their mom called from the other room. “All right, here you go!” They all
turned their heads at the sound of something heavy being wheeled over: a
covered dish like in a fancy restaurant. Here it comes, Max thought to himself.
“For my daughter… I know you’ve been trying to find a compatible meal for
your chest, and they say family members are most likely to bump you up a bra
size… or two! So please enjoy your Christmas Eve dinner!”
Ashley covered her mouth as the tray was unveiled. To Max’s shock,
someone was already under there, naked and bound up with rope. Jeff, he
realized. Their cousin. His heart was still pounding, his hands shaking. Was
this it? Am I safe?
“No way!” Ashley gushed. “Mom!!”
“Be sure to digest him slowly. Give him plenty of time to find his way to
where he belongs.” Mom squeezed her own boobs for emphasis. “You’ll want
him to be softening up by the time everyone shows up tomorrow.”
Max’s breath was ragged and uneven. He couldn’t get his heart rate down.
Fuck. I thought… Jeff, no…
But there was nothing he could do. Ashley licked her lips, thanked their
mom, and grabbed her cousin by the shoulders. “Thank you too, Jeff!” she
teased, right before she gulped him down. Max watched, dumbstruck. Ashley
simply gulped, tilted her head back, and slurped him down expertly. He
wondered how much practice she’d had at college, how many guys she’d gurgled
trying to get even bigger boobs. He was so entranced by Jeff ’s outline bulging
into Ashley’s belly, he didn’t even notice Dom walking behind him.
“You might not want them to see how hard you are,” his sister’s boyfriend
whispered in his ear.
“Th-thanks…” Max stuttered, sitting down and covering his crotch as
Ashley belched loudly.
“Delicious!” Ashley praised. “Who knew? Did you know, Max?”
“N-no, I didn’t…”
“Mom, that was amazing! God, he really filled me up… Dom?”
“Yeah babe?” he called from the kitchen as he came back with drinks for
each of them.
“I’m not sure your present is going to fit me tonight. Should we open
another one?”
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 “But what if it never fits me?” she pouted.
“Don’t worry, we can exchange it for a different size…”
Max’s hands shook as they all left the living room. I’m… still alive… he
realized, holding back a grin. I… Jeff… God damn…

* * *

“I’m so proud of my son for feeding his cousin Ashley!” Aunt Melinda
insisted, before leaning down and speaking loudly and slowly to her niece’s
bulging belly. “How you doing in there, baby?”
Ashley poked at Jeff ’s dissolving body. “Answer your mother, Jeff!”His form
writhed a bit in response. “Sorry, he’s had a bit of a rough night. I tried to keep
him alive as long as I could…”
“Well, that’s the way to do it. How do you think your mom got those huge
tits? Lots of patience. And lots of family members.”
“Oh, stop,” their mom replied.
“She’s being modest. Why Jeff, though? Was Max already…?” Aunt Melinda
saw Max in the doorway as she asked. “Oh? Why didn’t you feed your sister
instead of Jeff?”
“I’m not sure he’s titty material,” Ashley teased, sipping white wine. She was
wearing a crop top and an open cardigan wrap to show off her gut as Jeff
churned inside. Not exactly subtle.
“They didn’t ask me,” Max explained.
“Uh-huh. Come here, give me a hug.” Max embraced his Aunt and escaped
as soon as he could. He’d barely gotten any sleep last night — the noises from
Ashley’s room had been too loud and too arousing. At last, after he’d cum twice,
he’d managed to get a few hours of sleep.
Now he was being followed around by Samantha, their younger cousin, who
was fascinated by Ashley’s slowly-softening belly. She kept asking to touch it,
asking for predding tips, and fantasizing about when she might be able to find a
compatible meal of her own. On top of it all, she was insisting that if Ashley got
to eat Jeff, she should get to eat Max someday.
“You should probably practice on a few of the boys in your class first,” Max
teased her. “Maybe distract them with a coloring book?”
“I’m seventeen!” she fumed.
“Sure, sure.”
“Even the most experienced girls in my class have only eaten like, two guys.”
“Right. Hey, Wally!” Max left. It wasn’t exactly wise to taunt an up-and-
coming pred like that, but the past few days with Ashley home had been a lot to
handle. He needed an outlet. And besides, Samantha wasn’t anywhere near as
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a threat. Or maybe someday she’d end up sparing Max the embarrassment of
getting eaten by his own little sister.
“Is he really in there?” Wally asked as he stared at Ashley’s belly across the
room. He looked up at Max. “Did you see it?”
“I, uhh…”
“Did you watch her eat my brother?”
Max looked away and nodded. He’d heard that Wally hadn’t taken the
consumption of his older brother very well, but the poor kid seemed to believe
there was something that could be done about it.
Wally frowned. “She can’t just… it’s not fair!”
“No, but—”
“She better watch her back.”
“Maybe that’s not the best idea,” Max cautioned.
“She ate my brother, dude,” Wally insisted.
“Yeah, and if you—”
“Take mommy’s coat?” Aunt Melinda handed her things over to Wally.
“Yes, Mom.”
Max led Wally to the coatroom. “If you try to get revenge, she’s just going to
eat you too. You know that, right? She’s too strong. Two compatible meals now
at least, and if Jeff…”
“Whatever.”
Max bit his lip as he watched his little cousin leave. Wally was only sixteen.
It wouldn’t be right to let Ashley eat him alive, but if she did… Better him than
me, right? He stopped thinking about it.
When Max returned to the kitchen, Ashley was taking a breather on one of
the stools while Aunt Kat poured her another glass of wine. “Remember when I
ate your dad? Or were you away for that?”
“No, I was here. The time I was away it was, uhh… what was his name? Your
boyfriend, right after Mom ate uncle—”
“Right!” Katrina laughed. “His name, uhh… oh, it’ll come to me. But your
dad. I don’t think we showed you, but your mom and I ended them by
squishing our bellies together. Did she tell you that?”
Ashley covered her mouth modestly. “Who won?”
“Depends what you mean by won, dear.” Then Aunt Kat leaned in and
whispered, just loud enough for Max to hear. “Your dad crumbled like a house
of cards.” Then she realized something. “Brian! That was the boyfriend’s name.
He was a fighter. I’ll let you relax now. Later!”
“Having fun?” Max asked as Katrina left.
Ashley rolled her eyes as she undid the buttons on her pants to relieve the
pressure, her belly spilling out onto her thighs. “This must be what it’s like to be
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 “Mmm, mind if I touch? And when are you due?”
She smiled and laughed softly. “Good one. But if you do want to touch…”
Max looked at the floor. “I don’t think, uhh…”
“Right. Well, I’ll let you or Dom know when I’m feeling contractions, okay?
You can make sure I have a room.”
For once, it was easy for Max to navigate a family party without feeling like
he was on the menu. Everyone’s attention was on Ashley, and he even managed
to hide in his room for a while — ten minutes here, five minutes there, just to
lesson the odds that someone might think he looked tasty.
As the desserts came out, Ashley grimaced and clutched at her gut. It had
shrunk down a lot, even since the beginning of the party. What had started as a
beach ball now looked more like a second-trimester pregnancy, and Ashley
described Jeff ’s remains as “a soft little ball with little chunks floating around.”
“You have to go?” Wally asked quietly.
Ashley burped softly. “I can finish this hand. Wouldn’t want to miss the look
on your face when I win.”
They were in the middle of the mandatory family poker game — a tradition
their dad had started years ago but they still played every year despite him
having been a layer of fat on Aunt Kat’s ass for years now. Max had just folded,
leaving Ashley and Wally in for the final round of bets when her gut groaned.
Wally met Ashley’s gaze and threw in a few more chips. She matched him.
He threw in a few more.
“Take your time,” Wally offered.
Ashley rolled her eyes. “I guess that’s enough of your quarters. Three nines.”
She turned over her cards and hurried up the stairs to her bathroom. Wally
stared at the table and quietly folded.
“Come on up, Wallyyy!” Ashley sang from upstairs. He froze and looked at
Max, terrified.
“Better do as she says,” Max advised.
Wally got up and climbed the stairs like he was walking to his own funeral.
For all anyone downstairs knew, he was.
“Faster!” Ashley insisted. “Your brother’s about to come out!”
Wally hurried up. Max got up and followed, just in case. But by the time he
could see the bathroom, Ashley had grabbed Wally by the collar and pulled
him inside, shutting the door behind them. He stood there and listened. Voices,
moaning, a splash or two. Ashley’s laughter. He could hardly hear it all over the
whir of the bathroom fan. Against his better judgment, his cock started to grow
in his pants.
Dom came out of Ashley’s room. “How’s she doing in there?”
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 Max looked over at Dom. “Why?”
Dom looked almost surprised that he talked back
Max decided to elaborate: “Why do you care so much if my sister had a
compatible meal?”
“Her fuckin’ tits, man. You get it, right?”
“Right.” Max looked back at the bathroom door as he heard a flush. It didn’t
sound clogged… He furrowed his brow and waited. Did it happen? Is she
satisfied? He almost didn’t dare think it. Am I off the hook?
Finally, the door opened. Wally was huddled in the corner, no doubt having
soaked his pants. Ashley was grinning from ear to ear. “He was compatible!”
she gushed. “F-cups, here I come!”
She pulled Dom into her room, and Max heard them start to make out.
“Wally? You okay?” he asked. Inside the bathroom, his cousin was recovering.
“How’d you do?”
“She didn’t eat me,” Wally noted. “So okay, I guess?”
“You’re lucky she wasn’t hungry.”
“Oh my god!” Ashley shrieked from her room. After a few seconds she
emerged from her room, wearing only a V-neck sweater. Her tits had grown in
the short time she’d been gone, just barely contained by her sweater. “They
literally burst open my bra!” she told Max.
He nodded wordlessly, trying not to stare.
“Well? What do you think? Ashley showed off her new-and-improved chest,
modeling her left side then her right. “Do I look good? Did Jeff add evenly? If
he made me lopsided I swear to god…”
Max bit his tongue for the moment — Ashley looked better than good.
Fantastic. The massive tits suited her. He’d always knew she’d someday become
an alpha pred, even since they were kids. Truth be told, he was happy for her.
He’d never admit it, but he was. He’d also never admit how turned-on he was.
“You look great,” he said simply, and went back downstairs.
The party didn’t last much longer. It was mostly relatives lavishing
compliments on Ashley’s new rack, anyway — as if her ego needed the boost.
Samantha couldn’t help but feel up her older cousin’s tits, openly speculating
about which cousin she might get to eat next year, all while she kept hungrily
glancing in Max’s direction. The aunts congratulated Ashley, the surviving
uncles kept their distance from her. And when it was all over, Max found
himself in his room again, hearing Ashley writhe around in the sheets with
Dom through the thin wall between their bedrooms.
Muffled voices found their way through the sheetrock. Max couldn’t hear
them, but he knew what they were saying: Dom was expressing his love for
Ashley’s tits, she was teasing him right back, and they were both wondering
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 He began to stroke his cock. She’ll never know, right? She’ll assume, but…
The sounds from next door got quicker and louder, until finally they stopped.
And that’s when he heard her knock.
Max froze. Three knocks — their childhood signal for ‘come over.’ There
was no mistaking it. He was so used to the noise he could even tell it was
Ashley. Nevertheless, he lay there frozen in place until she did it again: knock
knock-knock. Come over.
He gulped. Then she knocked again, louder this time. He felt himself get up
out of bed. I’m not really doing this, am I?
He was. He opened his door, took a few steps down the hall, and knocked
twice on her door. “Come in!” she whispered.
“Welcome,” Ashley called out from the darkness as he entered. “Who knew
this whole time Jeff was the answer? Should’ve eaten him years ago, right?”
Max’s eyes hadn’t adjusted yet, but he could hear her fondling her heavy new
pred tits on the bed.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Max replied simply. The light from the hallway was
starting to illuminate her new curves, massive tits bare and already dotted with
little bruises where Dom had sucked lustfully at her flesh.
“Well, it’s all good now. You can kneel over there.”
“Over…?”
Ashley didn’t respond, only wrapped her arms around Dom and pulled him
down to the bed with her. Max stood there with his mouth open until he got
the hint. He knelt in the corner and began to stroke his cock through his
boxers, watching the two of them get frisky atop the covers. Dom kissed his
sister’s neck, hands squeezing at her breasts as they tried their best to balance
on her old twin-size mattress.
Max exhaled raggedly, trying not to interrupt or draw attention to himself.
He simply watched as Dom pinned Ashley down to the bed — or rather, as
Ashley let Dom pin her down — and lined up his cock with the slit between her
legs, sliding his impressive length into her. Ashley caught her breath, moaning
softly as her boyfriend penetrated her, all while Max watched and stroked in
the corner. He bit his lip desperately. He knew what she was doing, putting him
off to the side like a pet while she got fucked… but he couldn’t help but imagine
what it would be like to be there in bed with her, thrusting into her pussy like
Dom was, moaning with inexpressible pleasure.
Fuck… he wished he could be in there. In Dom’s position, or… No, I don’t
wish that… do I? Maybe I do. Or maybe I just want to be Ashley’s boobs.
It was an appealing idea, his remains jiggling on his sister’s chest, just a sexy
addition to her body… No. No! Max shook his head, trying to get rid of the
idea. But it stuck in his head like a catchy song. It was like Ashley herself was in
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 As Dom thrust himself into Ashley, Max felt an orgasm well up in his gut.
No. No, hold on. I need to hold on as long as… too late. He ruined his boxers,
soaking them with a sticky load of cum, his breath heaving and panting as his
sister continued to fuck her boyfriend right in front of him. All he could do was
look at her: she was so happy, grinning as he fucked her, massive new tits and
all. And in that moment, Max knew that his purpose — eventually — was to
feed his sister. For a second, it was all he really wanted.

The end.

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