Eaten by a Bully!

Loudly, the noise of the shopping mall clamors within your ears as you navigate through an aisle of cheaply made clothes. Your long black hair swishes behind your lanky figure while you move without making much of a sound. Due to being dressed in a baggy black shirt and loose denim jeans, you seamlessly blend into the background as you relentlessly stalk your target , and your stomach growls in anticipation of devouring a filling meal.

“ Grooooooooan ~ ” Your aching tummy rumbles as your eyes continue to examine your awfully aloof prey . Slyly, you have been following her through several shops in the Dreamville Mall , and the tasty-looking girl hasn ’ t noticed your deft movements.

Within your vision stands a young woman who is seemingly in her early twenties. Appearance-wise, she is relatively thin and possesses an average height that places her about a few inches shorter than you. Additionally, her bubblegum pink hair is cut relatively short, which characterizes her soft face with an outwardly innocent appearance. You ’ re sure that she won ’ t be able to resist your powerful stomach after you manage to scarf her down.

[Your predatory ability, Nightcrawler , is active!]

“ Hah, Even Coco is more aware than this girl . She ’ ll be bouncing on my tits in no time. ” You murmur to yourself while recalling your aloof orange-haired friend , and you use this opportunity to slink closer to the pink-haired morsel while further examining her delectable-looking body.

Outwardly, she is dressed in a thin, light-green dress that draws attention to her bare shoulders and bare legs in a delicious manner that causes your stomach to ache in hunger. While patting your gurgling midsection, you acknowledge that the young lady looks relatively weak and unimposing to your watchful blue eyes, which perfectly serve your purposes.

[Amy Thompson has appeared!]

By the look of her soft arms and unblemished skin, you can tell that this morsel has never experienced a fight in her entire life. You also can assume that your greedy tummy is going to have its way with her. Admittedly, you haven ’ t eaten easy prey in quite a while, and it takes everything in your power to stop yourself from gulping her down in public.

“ Come on! Ugh, you ’ ve been fucking around for like thirty minutes! ” You impatiently growl to yourself while watching the pink-haired girl reexamine the same ugly t-shirt for the umpteenth time. Your target is currently standing within the most populated area of the boutique, which is hampering your predatory pursuits quite thoroughly.

“ Hmmm, this was half-off last week! Why is it double-priced already!? ” The squeaky voice of your future victim chirps while holding up an awful-looking garment with the name Hazel ’ s Amazing Bakery plastered upon its surface in gaudy gold letters, and you wearily roll your eyes while recognizing that you ’ re stalking the most uninteresting prey on the earth.

Sadly, you have not been granted the opportunity to guzzle this delicious morsel down since you started following her nearly two hours ago. The way that she constantly interacts with others is incredibly annoying. In your pursuit of a filling meal , you have been forced to duck into clothing racks, ball pits, and dressing rooms in an attempt to remain unnoticed, and this entire ordeal has been wearing upon your nerves.

Furthermore, this irritating brat didn ’ t arrive at the mall on her own. Instead, she was brought to this location by her father as if she were some high schooler. With this added complication, you have been working overtime in an effort to remain hidden while looking for an opportunity to devour this annoyance. However, you currently find yourself being thwarted again as a rather handsome man enters your field of view.

“ Ugh, here comes her dad ! Can ’ t he just leave already?! She ’ s like OLDER than me! ” You glower in response to seeing that a tall, thin man is approaching your target with a grin on his face. In response, you immediately pretend to look at an incredibly ugly bracelet while waiting for your moment to strike.

“ Hazel ’ s Amazing Bakery? Geez, you kids always watch the weirdest cartoons. Why don ’ t you buy something more … normal, Amy ? ” The tall man says with an uneasy smile as he stares down at his daughter . However, the pink-haired girl glowers at the question while responding in indignation.

“ Ugh, Dad! It ’ s not a cartoon! This is based on an ANIME! Cartoons and anime are totally two different things! ” Amy replies with an annoyed tone of voice while pointing towards a rather curvy bunny that is displayed on the t-shirt. From the sound of their conversation, this is something that the two of them bicker about a lot.

     Truthfully, you feel like banging your head against the wall as you listen to their mind-numbing conversation. You only wanted to fill your stomach with something substantial. Unfortunately, you are now receiving a glimpse into this family ’ s daily affairs, which is even more uninteresting than following Amy around. Still, you refuse to ignore their banter while waiting for the perfect moment to stage your ambush.

“ Hah, it looks totally like a cartoon to me! They ’ re absolutely the same thing! Well, I guess it is a little sluttier … ” The man says while pointing towards the enormous breasts of the bunny girl that is displayed upon the garment, and Amy ’ s face cutely reddens in embarrassment as she responds.

“ Ew, that ’ s gross, Dad ! Never say that again! ” Amy replies with a mortified expression, which causes her father to laugh mirthfully in response. A subtle ache courses through your heart as you continue to examine the scene.

Curiously, you examine the father figure even more closely while hiding in plain sight. Appearance-wise, he is a rather tall man in his early forties. The gentleman has graying rose-colored hair and emerald-green eyes that further characterize his admittedly attractive face. He is also relatively fit, and he fills his clothing out with an appreciable amount of muscle.

[Joseph Thomas has Appeared!]

Outwardly, he ’ s dressed in a white shirt and slacks, which makes him seem akin to a charismatic office worker. Yet, his face is awfully soft and kind in a manner that causes your heart to warm in response to witnessing his gentle smile. In response, a small part of your conscious mind begins to wonder what it would be like to have a parent like this as he speaks with an amiable tone of voice.

“ Hah! Don ’ t be embarrassed! When I was your age, I was into some pretty raunchy stuff, too! It ’ s a part of growing up, sweetie~ ” The jolly father says while lovingly pinching his daughter ’ s cheek . As a consequence, Amy ’ s blush only deepens as she squirms away from her father ’ s friendly grasp.

“ Ugh, stop it! Dad , you ’ re so embarrassing! What if someone sees?! ” Amy wails in embarrassment as her father draws her small form into a teasing hug in a manner that she has always found annoying. Still, the tall gentleman only finds amusement in causing further social distress to his offspring.

“ Hah, it ’ s MY JOB to be embarrassing! Wait until you have your own kids! You ’ ll understand the joys of being goofy~! ” The older man laughs while tussling Amy ’ s hair in a very dad-like manner, and the young woman squeals in frustration as if this is something that happens regularly.

Admittedly, the act of watching the two family members banter in the middle of the store is making you feel a little … odd . Although you ’ ve seen this sort of playful conversation a million times during your hunts, you cannot help yourself from feeling a bit miffed as an observer.

Yes, you are fully aware that your stomach is empty, and the desire to eat someone is slowly consuming your mind. However, the sight of these two family members ’ joyful expressions makes you feel slightly uncomfortable , as if you were intruding on something special.

“ Ugh, get over yourself, idiot! Natasha, you haven ’ t eaten anyone in days! Stop being soft! ” You wordlessly ridicule yourself for your unusual weakness while shaking your head in disappointment. You can remember the days when you would happily devour someone ’ s daughter without thinking twice. Now , you find yourself hesitating whenever you come across a happy-looking family.

Slowly, an inkling of jealousy begins to invade your mind as you observe the close relationship between the two. With each passing second, you are starting to notice things about your target that you had previously neglected to observe. For instance, you finally realize that Amy is actually a gorgeous young woman who has clearly not been subjected to the harsh realities of Dreamville , which is in stark contrast to yourself. She possesses a loving parent who cares deeply for her.

[Your Hunger has increased!]

Involuntarily, your mind begins to wander towards your upbringing. You sadly cannot recall ever having moments like these with your parents. Your mother wasn ’ t necessarily the kindest person in the world, and your father was … your father , which played a part in your overall lacking childhood. You find yourself developing a sense of longing in response to this tender scene. However, your internal rumination is suddenly interrupted as your target suddenly begins to move .

“ Alright! Lemmie, go, Dad ! I wanna try this shirt on! ” Amy shrieks childishly while tugging herself away from her father ’ s grip. In response, the tall man runs a hand through his rose-colored hair while glancing towards the exit.

“ Fiiiiiiine ! I guess I ’ ll find you in about an hour! I ’ m headed over to Fishing World ! There ’ s a sale on tackle boxes over there that is calling my name~! ” The father says in an enthused voice while pointing towards a shop that has a cartoon bass painted upon its store window. With a smile that causes your heart to lurch, he utters, “ I love you, cupcake ! Be safe~! ”

“ I love you too! Now, GO! I ’ m going to the changing room! ” Amy chirps while playfully pushing her dad to the exit of the small clothing store, and your heart rate suddenly increases as the father leaves the young woman alone in the middle of the store.

With a weary sigh, Amy shakes her head in irritation while searching for the changing rooms in the small clothing shop. After a moment, the pink-haired prey can be seen wandering into a distant corner of the shop. As your eyes continue to examine her delectable body, you find yourself involuntarily following her every movement. Surprisingly, a storm of emotions is roiling within your mind as you stealthily trail Amy toward the Women ’ s Dressing Room.

[Your predatory ability, Nightcrawler , is still active!]

You instinctively blend into the background while avoiding all the prying eyes inside the store. Notably, your body seems to be running on autopilot as you noiselessly prowl after the shorter woman. However, you have no idea why the sight of their loving relationship has caused a strange mixture of anger, sadness, and envy to pervade your thoughts. This is awfully distracting , which is why you are struggling to focus on the task at hand.

“ Get your head out of your ass, Natasha! It ’ s almost time to act! ” You mutter to yourself in a flustered tone of voice while stalking Amy into a narrow hallway inside the small store. Thankfully, the young woman does not appear to have noticed your presence, which is relieving for your preoccupied mind.

However, as Amy unwittingly searches for an available dressing room within the numerous selections of stalls, you are struggling to enact your plan. Admittedly, you have always been relatively detached from your hunts, and you usually don ’ t care about your targets as people. Yet, this is the first time that you have ever felt so conflicted about your predatory pursuits, which is quite frustrating.

Not to mention, you are finding yourself becoming progressively more envious of Amy . Even though you ’ re sure that you ’ re better than this frail morsel in every way, you feel as if she doesn ’ t deserve to have such a kind parent. By your metrics, such luxuries have clearly made her physically weak, and this can be seen as you watch her cluelessly meander around while being utterly unaware of the danger that you present.

“ *Sigh* … Why are there clothes in all of these stalls? Geez, do people even clean up after themselves anymore? ” Amy mumbles while opening and closing the doors of various stalls that contain messy piles of discarded clothing. Clearly, the young woman has the self-awareness of a boulder as she completely misses your concealed presence within the small hallway.

“ Maybe … I don ’ t need to eat this one … ” You hesitantly think to yourself while inching toward the exit with an anxious expression on your face. Still, your movements are suddenly halted as an arc of pain erupts within your stomach.

“ Guuuuuuuuuurgle ! ” The greedy organ resounds while demanding to be filled with tender flesh, and you instinctively duck into a nearby stall as Amy ’ s rose-colored eyes glance toward your location.

“ Hello? Is anyone there? ” Amy confusedly asks while whirling around in the hallway. Obviously, she believed that she was alone within the dressing area, which is a na ï ve assumption that you wish to maintain.

Briefly, the pink-haired girl stands in place with a confused expression on her face as she listens for any potential noises. Fortunately, she does not hear anything else unusual and shrugs as she continues her search for an available stall. Involuntarily, you release a sigh of relief as she moves away from your hiding spot.

“ Ugh, I ’ m really off of my game … ” You mutter to yourself while listening to the pitter-patter of Amy ’ s footsteps, and you move to peek your head out of your hidden alcove in order to plan your following action.

After a couple of seconds, you can see that Amy is finally reaching the end of the vacant hallway in her relentless search for a tidy dressing room. Suddenly, her excited voice reaches your listening ears as she exclaims, “ Yay! This one is empty! I can finally try on this shirt in peace~! ”

Nervously, you peek around the corner and witness the young woman entering a pristine dressing room at the end of the hall. The two of you are the only ones who are occupying this area of the store. In response, your heart immediately begins to pound within your chest as you recognize that this is the best opportunity you ’ ll have to ambush Amy .

[Your Hunger has increased even further!]

With your predatory craving for human flesh being nearly irresistible, you discover that a copious amount of strength is ebbing into your muscles in preparation for your voracious deed. Sadly, you know that your hunger will be unbearable if you attempt to satisfy your cravings with regular food, and you are unable to control your predatory urges as another arc of pain essentially stabs your empty stomach.

“ GROOOAAAN! ” Your belly rumbles while causing your lithe body to shudder with desire, and this uncomfortable sensation practically forces you into springing into action as your piercing blue eyes shine with a predatory light.

“ Fuck it! She ’ s MINE! ” You ravenously grow while erupting forward within a burst of animalistic speed. Before Amy manages to close the wooden stall door, you manage to burst into her isolated dressing room with a morbid purpose in mind.

CRAAAASH!!!

     As you crash into the small space with a deadly purpose in mind, you immediately find that the small woman is staring upward toward you in abject horror. She looks to be nearly half-dressed as her thin dress hangs off her body in a deliciously revealing fashion. Instinctively, she attempts to cover herself from your ruthless vision. Still, you selfishly use this opportunity to dart towards Amy with your dominant hand outstretched before you.

[You have utilized the following skill: Brute Force !]

“ WHA! WHO THE HELL ARE- MMMMPH! ” Amy screams as her tiny mouth is covered by your calloused palm, and she is immediately shoulder-checked into an adjacent wall as you shut the stall door with a free hand.

WHAAAAM!!!

     Roughly, the air is crushed out of Amy ’ s petite chest as you press your firm shoulder deeply into her ribcage. With the entrance into the wooden stall now closed, you utilize your unoccupied extremity to hoist and pin the pink-haired woman against the wall in order to remove her ability to flee, and you also decide to banter to your quarry while leaning upon your love for theatrics.

“ Hah, finally! I was fucking starving! Let ’ s see how you taste … ” You hungrily coo while licking the delicious skin of Amy ’ s left cheek , and the sweet taste of strawberries fills your mouth as your gluttonous belly responds to the fantastic flavor.

“ BUUUUUUURBLE! ” Your roiling tummy resounds as it senses the presence of an available meal. Furthermore, the muffled screams of your prey only further stimulate your appetite as Amy squirms within your grasp.

“ *Cough* … *Wheeze* … ” Amy roughly choked while attempting to recover from the harsh blow that she had unexpectedly received. Noticeably, she seems to have struck her head, and her eyes are fluttering in panic as you gleefully savor the fresh meat of your catch.

“ *Pant* … Do you know how long I ’ ve been waiting for this? ” You mutter while tightening your hold upon the weakly struggling prey. “ I ’ ve been following you and your precious daddy around for fucking HOURS! ”

“ W-What do you want?! ” Amy exclaims after shaking her mouth free of your obscuring palm. Her voice is coming out in hoarse wheezes as she continues, “ WHO ARE YOU! ”

“ Oh, I ’ m Natasha, and you ’ re gonna be my dinner, sweetie! Now, let ’ s take a look under the hood! ” Natasha cooks while hooking her hand underneath the strap of Amy ’ s dress and yanking it downward in one rough motion.

RIIIIP !!!

Instantly, Amy is forced to watch as her favorite outfit is shredded before her very eyes, and her bare flesh is exposed to the open air of the cramped changing room. Your stomach growls in anticipation as your eyes catch her pink-colored bra and panties. With a squeal, the young woman attempts to cover herself from your hungry gaze. Nevertheless, her wrists are quickly caught within your powerful hands and violently pinned against the wall.

[Your strength is sufficient!]

[ Amy has been bound!]

“ ACK! Get your damn hands OFF OF ME! ” Amy shrieks while floundering around in your grip.

“ Hah! That ’ s not going to happen. I ’ ve been starving for DAYS now! ” You excitedly reply while rubbing your tummy in anticipation of filling its bottomless depths, and you can see Amy ’ s eyes widen in horror as her head turns towards the exit.

“ HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE! DAAAAAADDY ! ” Amy cries out while struggling within your vice-like grip. However, you only smile as you release one of her hands and press the tip of your finger against her lips.

“ Shhhhhh! Don ’ t worry! It ’ s only gonna hurt a little bit~! ” You mirthfully exclaim before opening your mouth widely to an impossible extent and guiding your slimy maw toward Amy ’ s fearful face. “ AHHHHHHHHH~! ”

While still reeling from being aggressively ambushed by your lithe form, Amy ’ s rose-colored eyes grow incredibly wide as she gazes into your damp throat. A horrified scream echoes throughout the enclosed space as her body begins to squirm within your powerful grasp, and you can tell that she is attempting to fight against your vicious grip with everything she has. Unfortunately for the short girl , she is absolutely no match for your overwhelming strength , which causes a subtle sense of superiority to bloom within the depths of your murderous psyche .

“ Nuuuuuu , STOPH! ” Amy faintly screams while uselessly kicking towards your much stronger lower body, and her feeble blows only bounce off of your domineering frame as you angle your mouth over her squirming head.

It ’ s an unusual dichotomy of emotions that you ’ re experiencing. Admittedly, the thought of Amy ’ s father being distraught over the disappearance of his daughter is enough to make your stomach roil with nausea. Yet, hearing Amy ’ s pitiful screams is enough to ignite a fire of hate in your chest. The thought that such a feeble girl has been gifted with such a wonderful life only fuels your jealousy further.

[Your Hunger is skyrocketing!]

You loathe feeling envious. This sensation is profoundly uncomfortable and has been present for the majority of your childhood. Likewise, you abhor experiencing any emotion other than the confidence that comes with being a predator. The return of this invasive jealousy is enough to make you absolutely crazy, and the only reprieve that you can imagine from this uncomfortable emotion is to destroy the target of your envy with your powerful stomach.

[ Amy has been o verpowered!]

“ AHHHHHHHHH~! GLOMP~! ” You noisily echo while swiftly gliding your soft lips over Amy ’ s wriggling face, and you greedily pull her squirming head into your stretching throat with a noisy “ GUUUUULP~! ”

“ MMMMMPH! STOPH! ” Amy screams similarly to your former victims, but you ’ re entirely blinded by her amazing flavor to care much about her discomfort.

Intensely, the excellent taste of strawberries brushes against your moist tongue as Amy falters within your forceful grasp. The sensation is outstanding to the point that it dampens a little of the encroaching turmoil that was previously building within your mind.

Fevered screams and desperate struggles erupt within your esophagus as your encroaching mouth engulfs her dainty neck. She is barely able to put forth any resistance. At the same time, her thin shoulders wetly pop into your oral cavity while your competent maw accepts all that she has to offer.

“ R UUUUMBLE! ” your thin tummy squelches, sensing that there is an available meal within your digestive tract. Similarly, your predatory instincts roar in delight as Amy ’ s terrified screams cause vibrations to course throughout your esophagus.

Roughly, your strong hands clasp around Amy ’ s slim waist as you effortlessly pull her petite upper body into your gaping maw. While sliding her wriggling chest into your esophagus, you become vaguely aware of the fact that she has pierced nipples, which causes your swelling stomach to burble with desire. Thankfully, Amy ’ s constant screams are being muffled by the thick flesh of your abdomen. Otherwise, you would be worried about having someone overhear your murderous deeds.

“ SLUUUUUUUUUURP~! ” Your stuffed mouth echoes as Amy ’ s thin abdomen and torso wetly glides into your mouth. Below, your belly rapidly expands with her warm flesh as you squeeze the supple mounds of her juicy rear end into your deadly gullet.

“ Lemmie, go! LET ME GO! ” Amy screeches as you tilt your head upwards towards the ceiling in order to fill your widening throat, and she finds herself being forced into a fetal position as she swiftly descends into your squelching esophagus.

Frantic screams and pleas for help echo from within your digestive tract as the short young woman wriggles into your oppressive confines. Her desperate attempts at escape are ultimately fruitless as your tight esophageal walls quickly wrap around her slender legs. After a swift collection of swallows, only her squirming feet external to the world, and you swiftly begin to remove Amy ’ s tennis shoes while wishing to avoid coughing them up later.

“ SLOOOOOOORP~! ” Your noisy maw squelches as you shove her twitching feet deeply into her oral cavity, and a moan of satisfaction leaves your stuffed maw as you shamelessly suckle upon her delicious toes.

Feverishly, Amy squirms and protests while sensing that you ’ re ushering her bare soles towards the back of your throat, and as your esophageal muscles begin to flex, she screams in terror, “ WAIT, YOU CAN ’ T! ”

“ GULP! Ahhhhhhhhn ~ ! ” You messily swallow while sending her squirming lower extremities towards your crowded midsection, and your belly sags well below your knees as Amy settles into her final resting place.

“ GLOOOOOORP! ” Your pale-skinned stomach echoes as it swells before your sight.

Your beach ball-sized belly wiggles and bounces while Amy is forced into a fetal position. Yet, the only sensation that fills your psyche is an overwhelming amount of bliss. This is what you have been craving. The sense of validation and self-assurance that you ’ re experiencing is washing away your insecurities with each passing second, and the screams that are emanating from your bulbous belly are the cherry on top of this entire ordeal.

[ Amy has been swallowed!]

“ Ugh, it ’ s DISGUSTING IN HERE! Let me out! ” Amy screeches through the thick walls of your belly. “ I ’ M NOT FOOD! ”

“ OUUUUUUUURP! Ahhhhhn , you sure tasted like food to me! ” You blissfully murmur before taking a seat on the small loveseat in the corner of the enclosed room. After resting your heavier body on the cushioned seat, your belly swings pendulously between your thick thighs, and the warmth radiating from the stuffed organ only makes your experience more enjoyable.

“ *Sniff* … W-Why are you doing this! I haven ’ t done anything to you! ” Amy sobs while weakly struggling inside of your burbling tummy. Her crying is a bit annoying, and you decide to mess with her a bit as a punishment.

“ Why? Because I was hungry, sweetie! Did you think that I was going just to let you pass me by? You were a tasty little treat! ” You teasingly reply while rubbing the side of your greedy midsection. “ Besides, the way that you were interacting with that old geezer was pathetic! You need to be a little more self-aware~! ”

“ SQUEEELCH! ” Your tummy burbles in agreement as the wailing from within increases in pitch. Amy is clearly unequipped to deal with a deadly situation like this, and her shrieks are causing vibrations to shudder throughout your midsection with a notable intensity.

However, the young woman ’ s incessant squirms and screams are slowly growing tiresome. She is flailing around without any direction or plan in sight, which is making this situation less than enjoyable for you. With a sigh, you release an audible burp that causes the walls of your belly to contract around the squirming woman , and you decide to have a little fun by applying some pressure onto the wriggling meal.

[You have utilized the following predator skill: Constrict !]

You further increase the constricting force upon Amy ’ s frail form by squeezing the distended stomach with your powerful thighs. This is a maneuver that you typically employ to halt the escape attempts of more competent prey. Still, you are willing to tease Amy by restricting her movements in this forceful fashion, and Amy can only gasp in pain as she attempts to breathe in response to the pressure that is being exerted around her.

“ *Wheeze* … Y-You ’ re crushing me! Stop it! ” Amy warbles while weakly bracing herself against your tensing abdominal muscles. However, her lack of strength and composure is slowly grating on your nerves.

“ URP! What ’ s wrong? Daddy isn ’ t here to save you? Pathetic! ” You spit with a little too much venom in your voice to qualify as teasing. You ’ re not sure why Amy is irritating you to this extent, but your annoyance with her is only growing.

“ H-He ’ ll come! Dad will save me, and … *Sob* … and then YOU ’ LL BE SORRY! ” Amy shouts with a mixture of fear and indignation. Yet, this does nothing to quell your disdain.

“ BURP! Yeah, you keep dreaming! ” You bitterly utter while feeling that your enormous stomach is starting to fill with burning stomach acid. “ Real life doesn ’ t work like that. He ’ s gonna let you down like fathers always do. ”

As you speak, the stomach acid within the deadly organ begins to pool around Amy ’ s trapped form. The gurgles radiating from inside are starting to develop a more wet characterization , and the surface of your gut is beginning to turn boggy underneath your fingertips.

[Your stomach acid is rising!]

Likewise, the heat being generated by your bloated midsection is slowly intensifying with time. As a consequence, the massive organ can be heard sloshing from the displacing liquid splashing around within after you eventually release Amy from your binding hold minutes later.

“ GURGLE … SQUELCH … BLORP! ” Your stomach churns as you respond to your darkening thoughts. It is nearly half filled with deadly fluid, and the feminine outline stretched across its pudgy surface is beginning to grow less distinct.

“ C-Come on, DAD! Where are you?! She ’ s digesting me! ” Amy shrieks as her worry increases by the minute. Thankfully, her voice isn ’ t carrying far due to the thickness of your bloated middle, and it is unlikely that anyone can hear her complaints.

“ BURP! Hehe, he ’ s probably waiting for you right outside of the dressing room! ” You reply while condescendingly patting the outline of Amy ’ s head through your dense abdominal walls. “ His little daughter is digesting only a couple of feet away, and he doesn ’ t have a clue! How sad~ ”

“ *Sniff*...Be QUIET! H-He ’ ll be here any minute! -Just you wait! ” Amy shouts while clearly being shaken by your taunting. Nonetheless, there is still a glimmer of hope in her faint voice as she continues to writhe within your dastardly innards.

Yet, your resentment only grows as Amy continues to scream for her father ’ s help. You unwillingly admit the girl is throwing you off your usual game. The surety in Amy ’ s voice that her father will come to the rescue is causing the darkness inside your heart to fester.

Additionally, the knowledge that Amy ’ s parental figure has likely bailed the girl out of numerous jams such as these is causing your teeth to grind with irritation. The only way you can find yourself coping with the uncomfortable sensation is to ridicule the pink-haired morsel for being so na ï ve.

“ Hah, don ’ t tell me that you actually believe in that crap? ” You scoff while crossing your arms underneath your ample chest. “ You ’ re gonna die inside of me! My hungry little tummy is gonna grind you into a paste, and your poor little daddy won ’ t know what to do when you go missing~! ”

“ D-Die?! I-I CAN ’ T die in here! ” Amy shouts while seemingly considering her mortality for the first time since entering your gurgling tomb. She redoubles her pitiful efforts of escaping while causing your enormous tummy to shake and bounce in the process.

“ URP! OUUUURP! Hah, you call that struggling? I guess you don ’ t want to see your daddy again after all... ” You mercilessly taunt your prey while rubbing the sore aspects of your distended belly with an absent hand.

“ *Whine*...H-He ’ ll get me out of here! Y-You ’ ll see! It ’ s only a matter of time... ” Amy tearfully mutters while sounding increasingly unsure of her words by the second. In response, you decide to twist the knife even further by mocking her clearly waning confidence.

“ Hah, that ’ s what my last meal thought, too! She ’ s padding out my ass right now if you ’ re curious! ” You devilishly purr while unnerving Amy even further. “ Believe me! If someone were coming to rescue you, they would be here by now~! ”

“ Stop TALKING! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! ” Amy whines while repeatedly slamming her limbs into the interior of your gut while surprisingly causing some discomfort to your squishy innards in the process.

“ BLORP...BLORP...BLORP! ” Your stomach wetly echoes as the outline of tiny fists protrudes through the thick flesh of your middle. The gurgles in the small changing room are starting to increase in both pitch and volume, and the pleasure that is slamming into your predatory mind is absolutely irresistible.

With an urgency that Amy failed to exhibit prior, she begins to feverishly slam her elbows and knees into the squishy walls of your tummy. There is a notable amount of nausea that follows each of her blows, and the flesh of your usually pale abdomen is starting to redden with a noticeable irritation. Yet, you bear it all while being enthused about the franticness of her actions.

[ Amy is taking a toll on your stomach!]

“ URP! Haaaaaaah ...that ’ s the spot... ” you dreamily mutter while doubling down on your massaging efforts. Kneading away the discomfort from your stuffed belly is always an enjoyable experience, and the process is much more gratifying when you ’ re sure that your victim is incapable of escaping.

[You have utilized the following predator skill: Soothing Massage !]

With a practiced ease, you utilize your fingertips to rub away the discomfort that Amy is generating. The soreness is swiftly abating, and you reduce the impact of her blows by pushing down on the protrusions that are jutting through the pliable flesh of your midsection. With time, this serves to tire Amy out even further while eliminating the impact of her struggles upon your bulbous middle.

[ Amy won ’ t last much longer at this rate!]

“ *Pant*...N-Nothing ’ s working! Dad , aren ’ t you coming? I-I can ’ t last much longer, PLEASE! ” Amy hoarsely wheezes as her struggles begin to slow. You can tell that the faith in her father as a rescuer has nearly vanished, and you giggle to yourself while recognizing that Amy is following the same path as all your other meals.

You have eaten a considerable amount of people in the past, and it always follows the same satisfying process for spoiled little princesses like Amy . At first, the delicious morsels believe that someone will come to their aid. However, they always begin to panic once they really start to feel the burn of your digestive juices.

[ Amy has been demoralized!]

[ Amy’s willpower has decreased!]

The sense of empowerment you obtain from committing such acts is outstanding. You always take satisfaction in wiping away the illusion of security that they have been deluding themselves with all of their lives. You can sense that Amy is undergoing the same experience as her writhing motions become even more desperate.

“ GLUUUUUURSH! ” Your noisy belly echoes as stomach acid is dumped into the stuffed chamber at an increasing pace. Immediately afterward, Amy recoils from the growing hostility of your stomach as she shrieks from within.

“ AHHHH! Natasha...I don ’ t want this... ” Amy sobs as your proficient belly works its deadly magic on her tender flesh. “ Dad ...*Sob*...please, she ’ s too strong... ”

“ Hehe, there we go! URP! I knew you ’ d start to understand eventually! ” You mirthfully belch while relishing in the despair that you ’ re inflicting upon your victim. With a smug grin, you excitedly grip the lower portion of your belly and bounce the acid-filled organ around to increase the discomfort of your quarry further.

While using the fatty portions of your lower abdomen as makeshift handles, you rhythmically mix and churn your victim with your deadly juices —sounds of sloshing fluid greet your ears as ripples repeatedly wash across the surface of your abdomen. With the menacing organ nearly being filled to the brim with stomach acid, the pink-haired victim doesn ’ t have anywhere to hide from the eroding substance, and the noise radiating from inside is nearly deafening to your ears.

[You have utilized the following predator skill: Acid Bath !]

“ SLOSH...GLORP...SQUELCH! ” Your water-logged innards jostle while splashing stomach acid everywhere in the process. The heat radiating from within is blazing, and you can feel that your warbling prey is swiftly falling apart inside.

“ AHH! It BURNS! M-MAKE IT STOP! ” Amy screeches while being mixed and blended with the digestive juices of your mighty belly. Her dismayed screeches are music to your ears, and you ’ re finally starting to enjoy yourself in earnest.

There is a slight twinge of discomfort rippling through the human-sized orb squirming between your thighs. Yet, you are able to ignore the minute amount of pain in favor of dominating your catch. Everything about this situation feels right to your bliss-addled mind. Likewise, the feeling of punishing this spoiled brat for the crime of being this naive and pampered is remarkable, and this proves that your albeit miserable upbringing was ultimately superior.

[ Amy is on her last leg!]

The minutes pass by in a blur of motion as you lean back into your cushioned seat to watch the digestive process unfold. Due to the enjoyable nature of your morbid activity, you lose track of time within the dressing room. The constant swishing noise of your belly serves as a delightful background to your blissful musing , and the euphoria that is coloring your thoughts is absolutely fantastic.

“ SLOSH...SLOSH...SLOSH! ” Your thunderously loud belly echoes as you continue to bounce and swish the fluid-filled organ for several minutes. Your efforts are only hastening Amy ’ s demise. Even so, you ’ re finding this course of action to be incredibly pleasurable to indulge in.

“ *SWISH*...Someone...*SPLASH*...Help... ” Amy weakly mutters as her faint silhouette continues to dwindle in both size and clarity. With this, you ’ re not certain that Amy could be considered to be a person at this point, and you let her know as such while continuing to jostle your gut with a free hand.

“ URP! Ahhhhhhhn ...I ’ m almost done melting you , brat~! Did your daddy come to save you yet ~ ? I might ’ ve missed him~! ” You lazily exclaim with a grin plastered across your face. However, Amy isn ’ t in any condition to banter as she incoherently responds.

“ *GURGLE*... D-Dad ...*SLOSH*... ” She wetly gurgles while nearly being fully submerged in your stomach juices. Furthermore, you can tell that Amy is near the end of her life due to the relative softness of your rotund gut.

“ BURP! Not much of a conversationalist anymore, huh ~! I guess it would be hard to talk when half of your body is sliding through my guts~ ! ” You blissfully murmur while poking and prodding your bulbous abdomen for any sign of life within.

Eventually, you cease shaking your gut and allow the slurry-filled organ to rest upon your lap. It has been nearly an hour since you swallowed your succulent victim. As a result, your stomach is no longer firm to the touch. Instead, the pudgy flesh of your gut is melting over the surface of your thighs.

Likewise, you can no longer see any aspect of Amy ’ s body while gazing at the bloated orb from above. Your stomach is nearly half the size that it was prior due to much of Amy already being reduced to a thick stew inside. With this realization, you decide to make your exit when the time is right.

“ SLOOOOOSH! ” Your soup-filled stomach echoes as you slowly rise to your feet. Every inch of your body feels much heavier due to the rush of nutrients being thrust into your arteries.

“ Hm. Are you still with me, Amy? Let ’ s see... ” you think aloud before pressing your hand deeply into the soft flesh of your tummy with a curious expression.

“ GLOORP! ” Your stomach echoes as something firm collapses under your touch. In an instant, your sizeable tummy shrinks by a third, and a monumental amount of trapped air escapes upward through your throat.

“ BOOOOOOOOOOOURP! ” Your expelling mouth echoes as a hole-ridden bra splatters onto the carpeted floor below. “ Heh, I guess that ’ s a no~! ”

After placing the half-digested garment and the rest of Amy ’ s belongings into a trash bin in the corner of the room, you catch a glimpse of your stuffed figure in the hanging mirror. The previously human-sized orb that was sagging near your knees has dramatically reduced in size. Your stomach hangs slightly below your waistline, making you look like a pregnant woman in her third trimester.

[ Amy has been digested!]

Similarly, the noise of your gurgling stomach has decreased to an acceptable volume. It only occasionally releases a subtle groan of contentment as you move, and you ’ re able to covertly tuck your oversized shirt over much of the protruding organ. With this, you are able to blend back into society without alerting anyone of your status as a predator.

“ Squuuuuelch ~! ” Your belly merrily churns as you step out into the long hallway of the changing area.

Occasionally, you are treated to different angles of your curvaceous figure in passing hallway mirrors as you walk. Your breasts have grown a couple of sizes due to the abundance of fat and protein that you ’ ve ingested. Now, the sizeable orbs rest a bit uncomfortably upon your distended gut as you move, and you ’ re finding that they ’ re beginning to become quite distracting as their soft mounds heavily bounce around within your oversized top.

“ Geez, Amy ! You ’ ve really done a number on my figure~! ” You giddily remark to yourself while noticing the additional heft that you ’ re lugging around.

Additionally, the added weight of your chest has forced your shirt to ride upward your midsection, exposing the bottom of your swollen stomach to the air. Likewise, the swollen flesh of your supple rump and thighs are straining against the confines of your jeans. You can feel that the hefty globes of your pudgy rear-end are wobbling with each step. Yet, you place all of this out of your mind as you reach the women ’ s section of the clothing store with your sloshing meal in tow.

“ Glorp…Glorp…Glorp… ” The burbling stew inside your gut softly splashes as you waddle past the nearly empty aisles. Many of the customers have vacated the mall due to closing time being right around the corner, and this makes your stealthy efforts particularly easy.

“ Heh, this was way too easy~ ” You cheerfully murmur to yourself while fleeing the vicinity of your crime in an utterly unnoticed fashion. You continue to cradle your stomach while leaning into your false persona of a young mother and gently smile at the few people who manage to notice your presence.

With this in mind, you make a beeline toward the exit while being unencumbered by the lack of shoppers in your path. However, a firm hand clasps your arm with a surprising amount of force as you nearly cross the threshold of the store exit. Instinctively, you whirl around to meet the aggressor while preparing yourself for a confrontation. Nevertheless, all of the fight leaves your body once you immediately recognize the man in your vision.

[Joseph Thompson has reappeared!]

“ H-Hey, ma ’ am, I ’ m sorry for bothering you, but have you seen my daughter? ” Amy ’ s father says with a subtle undertone of panic in his voice. He can be seen clutching a cell phone in his hand , and several failed call attempts are displayed on its surface.

“ Oh, I-I ’ m sorry, but I came here alone... ” You reply to the distressed parent while swallowing a lump in your throat. Yet, this only causes the worried father ’ s stress to become more pronounced.

“ O-Oh, I ’ m sorry. What am I thinking? U-Um, her name is Amy Thompson . She has pink hair like mine, and she is around your age. ” The father says, his anxiety noticeably increasing by the second. “ I-I ’ m worried she ’ s not answering her phone, and she always does! ”

As a result, a pit forms at the bottom of your stuffed stomach while the remains of his daughter burble from your discomfort. Previously, the older man looked confident and amiable while conversing with his daughter earlier. However, he now looks to have aged thirty years due to the stress that he is currently suffering from.

The wrinkles on his face have multiplied in number. Similarly, his eyes are puffy and reddened, as if he has been crying recently. A complicated part of yourself wants to reassure him despite your earlier murderous actions. Still, you cannot bring yourself to speak any kind words to him with the knowledge that Amy is sliding through your guts at the moment.

Admittedly, you never experienced the aftermath of one of your meals. Instead, you always fled the crime scene while looking to avoid situations such as these. The worry in the father ’ s eyes causes daggers of guilt to sting your heart as you are faced with the outcome of your murderous actions, and you struggle to form a coherent response to his question.

“ I-I haven ’ t, but if I see her, I ’ ll send her your way... ” You manage to squeak out of your mouth while attempting to force a smile that doesn ’ t meet your eyes.

“ Pump...Pump...Pump... ” Your intestines softly gurgle as your digestive system rapidly processes the man’s deceased daughter . Amy ’ s father overlooks this fact, but this doesn ’ t assuage your guilt by any means.

“ I-I ’ m sorry. T hank you for your time, Ma ’ am! ” Amy ’ s father replies while dashing towards a distant section of the clothing store. Faintly, you can hear him asking the same questions to another shopper, who is woefully unaware that you ’ re the cause of his distress.

As you watch his hurriedly moving form grow distant in your vision, the weight of your stomach becomes noticeably heavier upon your midsection. Yet, the extra pounds that are weighing you down are not from the physical aspects of Amy ’ s remains but are instead from the guilt of killing someone ’ s loved one . This is the first time that you ’ ve ever confronted the emotional toll of your predatory nature, and you find yourself feeling oddly nauseous as a result.

“ He loved her so much... ” Y ou sadly murmur while gazing downward at the rotund protrusion of your belly. “ Much more than anyone has ever loved me... ”

“ Guuuurgle ... ” Your stomach wetly burbles as you retreat to the parking lot with tears of guilt and remorse stinging your eyes...

As you abruptly flee from the scene of your crime, Amy must contend with her new reality as several handfuls of pudge upon your breasts, hips, and thighs…

[Your Baseline Strength has improved!]

[The following proficiency has improved: Oral Vore !]

[Your Predatory Ability, Nightcrawler , has improved!]

Continue as Natasha Petrov…?

YES

NO

- DreamEater