m/f story

Most Saturday nights, Josh would be bored. A little lonely, but mostly bored. But tonight he was excited. He would have a very special guest tonight, someone who he'd met online. He was just waiting for her to show up. The wait was killing him, so he'd made some food to pass the time. Now he idly munched down on a big slice of frozen pizza as he sat at his computer.

Though Josh had been skinny in his teenaged years, his unemployed lifestyle and ever growing appetite had caused him to pack on the pounds recently. The blond haired young man still had a mostly slim face, but sported a modest layer of chub all around, with most of the weight concentrated on his round pot belly and wide, flabby ass. His soft skin and relative hairlessness gave his pudgy body a youthful, "baby fat" look.

Most would be regretful to let themselves go, but Josh rather enjoyed it, viewing his big gut more as a trophy than anything else. He loved to stuff himself to the gills almost nightly, and if that meant getting a a bit hefty, so be it.

After gulping down the last slice of pizza, Josh checked the time. A quarter to nine; she would be here soon. Sitting up from his computer chair, he went over to the dresser and threw some shorts and a shirt on over his underwear. He grabbed his plate and wiped up the crumbs on his desk before heading to the kitchen. Tonight wasn't a date, but he at least wanted to be presentable.

After putting his dishes in the sink, Josh waited out the next few minutes on the couch while the news played quietly on the TV. Despite the pizza he'd just eaten, his belly growled intermittently in hunger. He sat there fidgeting in anticipation until the doorbell finally rang. He jumped up and went to answer.

At the door was a young woman in a skimpy black dress. Her red hair was done up stylishly, and she clutched a small purse. She was small, at least a foot shorter than Josh and somewhat petite. But even in the low light he could see her girlish body was not without curves.

"Amy?" he asked.

"Josh?" Her voice was light and soft, but her tone betrayed some of the apprehension he was also feeling.

He nodded. "Come inside, please," he said, moving the door back and waving her in. Once she passed, he closed and locked it and went to join her in the kitchen.

The bright light made Amy's beauty even more apparent. Her hair was radiant, and wonderfully complimented by her green eyes. Her dress showed a lot of skin, all of it pale and supple and smooth. Josh didn't consider himself unnatractive, even with the weight, but he was surprised she'd chosen him.

Setting her purse down on the counter, she asked, "You've taken the pill, right?"

"It came last week. I should be ready."

"Good," she gave him a wan grin, "My papers are in the purse, if you're interested later."

"Thanks."

"Do you feel different? You're a predator now."

He smiled bashfully, "Honestly, I don't. Just a little hungrier, maybe."

As if on cue, his stomach let out a low, ominous gurgle. Josh felt embarassed at first, but he noticed Amy was blushing and biting her lip, and decided to give her a show. He lifted up his shirt, exposing his big pale dome of a gut. It was so rounded that it always looked a bit bloated, its thin rows of stretch marks a testament to his gluttony, but it was soft to the touch, jiggling a bit with each heavy breath he took. Amy was enraptured. Josh smirked, "I think my belly's ready for you, babe."

She drew closer. "Mmm, sure sounds like it," she purred. "Have you eaten yet today?"

Josh chuckled, "I just ate actually."

"So I'm desert, then?"

"Yep. You'll have some company in here," he said, giving his gut a light slap.

Eyes alight with arousal, Amy started to shed her dress without a second thought.

Josh grabbed her arm gently and stopped her. "Hold on. I don't want to be stuck out here when you're weighing me down. Let's go to my bedroom."

"Right. Bedroom. Sorry," Amy nodded.

He led her back into the house to his room. While she jumped up on the bed, he started to undo his pants, tossing them on the floor alongside his shirt and underwear. Finally he killed the overhead light, leaving only the dim desk lamp on.

Turning back to the bed, he saw Amy laying against the headboard. She beckoned him with a finger and he crawled up on the bed, until he was kneeling over her. His towering form cast a shadow across her, but bits of light reflected from her eyes and her glistening pussy.

"Are you ready?" Josh asked one last time. "Once I eat you, there's no going back. I will digest you."

Amy sat up, fingering herself with one hand while the other caressed Josh's flabby gut. "I'll just be another part of your big, hungry body," she said with detached awe. The touch of her tiny, warm hands on his tummy was amazing, but her words were what got him harder than anything else. His member went full mast almost instantly, poking out from under his pudge. "Ooo, someone's excited," Amy joked, running her hand down and giving it a bit of a tickle. Josh shivered at her touch, "Let's save that one until I get inside you."

Sighing huskily, Amy rolled onto her back and thrust her feet up at Josh. "What are you waiting for? Eat up."

She didn't have to tell him twice. He gripped her little feet roughly and crammed them into his mouth. It was surprisingly easy despite the fact he'd never done it before, as though it was always a part of him. Amy gasped at his ferocity, but her voice quickly dropped into a pleased moan as he took his first swallow and started pulling her in.

Josh gulped her up greedily, driven by the sweet taste of her skin, and her ragged notes of pleasure. Once he got to her knees, he reached down to pick her up, cupping his hands gently around her pert ass cheeks. As he swung her over his head, she took a break from her furious masturbation to give an adorable squeak of surprise.

Aided by gravity, a couple more hungry swallows, brought Josh to her gushing slit. Her juices were tasted strong and tangy, but not unpleasant. Quickly, Amy folded her hands across her parts, so he could swallow them up and she could keep pleasuring herself. By now her feet had entered his stomach. He could feel them wriggling and tickling his insides, but he was still nowhere close to full, so he kept up the pace.

Grabbing Amy by the shoulders, Josh forced her deeper inside. She shrieked and shuddered as she came hard inside of him. A few more swallows brought him to the crest of her perky bust. He felt her relax and come down from her orgasm, but her nipples were still hard. "Oh... oh lord..." she muttered, head rolling back in pleasure as his lips slurped over them.

With only Amy's head and shoulders left outside of him, Josh let go of her body, continuing to gulp her down with big, meaty swallows. As her legs curled in his gut, it had finally begun to sag out under the load, putting a pleasurable pleasure on his cock. Burning for release, he reached around his rapidly ballooning belly and started to jack off.

Another slurp brought him past her shoulders, and the rest was easy. Amy cast her head back as Josh's lips closed around her face. "Josh... Josh, this is..." she mumbled in ecstasy before she was cut off as his lips snapped shut. The final swallow was the hardest, but with a deep 'gluck' it was done. As her weight surged down into his belly he finally came, hot strings of cum shooting across his bedsheets and his gut.

Utterly drained, Josh rested on his knees as Amy got comfortable inside him. He'd never felt more full or satisfied in his life. His belly was huge and heavy, forcing apart his legs and sagging onto the bed. He could feel every little twitch and movement the woman within him made, straining against the taut skin of his engorged gut. His body was her entire world now.

Wrapping his arms around his belly, he scooted back to lean comfortably against the headboard of the bed. Inside, Amy squeaked a bit at the jarring motion, fidgeting around as she re-oreiented herself. His stomach gurgled, and he felt some gas coming up. He let it out without a second thought, forming a deep, satisfied belch. "Uuurrrarpppp!" It tasted faintly of Amy.

Amy giggled, the sound slightly muffled by his fat, "Sounds like I made you gassy!"

"I shouldn't have eaten you so fast. But..." he trailed off as he felt more gas building up.

"Was I too good?"

"Oouuurrarrppp!" Josh punctuated her words with an even larger belch, and a groan. It felt good to let it all out, but he wasn't used to being this gassy. "Yeah, you hit the spot."

"Oof, it's pretty tight in here now," Amy said meekly.

Josh noticed that without all the air in his stomach, it was a bit slimmer. Amy was so petite compared to him, the bulge she made was closer to a big pregnant stomach, or a beer gut than something completely inhuman. Her outline was still obscured by his pudge, but as he kneaded his hands into his gut, he could feel her. Her head was nestled nicely underneath his chest, and her cute little butt rested at the bottom of his stomach. "Are you comfy in there?" he asked.

Amy shivered and purred as he felt her up from within her stomach prison. "Yeah," she replied, "It's cramped but it's cozy."

"Good," he gave his gut a proud smack. "You'll be in there a while before things really get churning."

Josh gently scooted over to the side of the bed and carefully stood up. Once he found his center of balance, it was surprisingly easy to stand even with Amy inside him. His gut sagged and swayed as he waddled, earning a few notes of surprise from the girl within it. Once he made it to the kitchen, he downed a few glasses of water. That got more pleasurable squirms from the woman, but like a good meal, she didn't complain.

Eventually he made it back to his room, and plopped back down on the bed. This time he laid on his back, pulling his gut on top of him. Once again able to reach his member, he relaxed and edged himself to the glorious feeling of Amy stewing in his gut. She didn't seem to mind, and even seemed to enjoy feeling him jostle her around. Four orgasms later, Josh passed into a food-induced sleep, lulled by the groans of his belly and the faint movements of his girl-turned-meal.

Hours later, Josh was awoken to an incessant kicking. He felt heavy and lethargic, and somewhat irritated that his digestive nap had been disturbed. The sounds of digestion were much louder now, like a bubbling cauldron in his gut. Amy was struggling with some intensity inside him. It felt uncomfortable, but it did little more than make his big dome of belly wobble a bit. Coming to his senses further, he realized she was crying his name.

"Nngh, Amy? What's...? Why'd you wake me up?"

"Josh," she gasped, "Josh, it hurts!"

He sat up quicker, thoughts instinctively moving to how he could help, before he stopped himself. He didn't owe her a thing now. She had agreed to be his food, and he was going to treat her like it.

Stretching casually, Josh chuckled, and replied sarcastically, "What's that babe? My stomach's digesting you?"

She froze for a moment. He could only imagine the look of horror she must have been wearing. "Josh, please, this isn't funny! It's agony, my skin..." she trailed off into a pained groan.

Josh patted his belly happily, noticing that it was looser and sloshier now than it had been last night. "Sounds like my gut's doing its job, then doesn't it? You wouldn't want to give me indigestion, would you?"

"Please, I made a mistake!" she pleaded, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"Face it Amy, you're just food now. When I said there was no going back, I meant it."

"I... I...," she sputtered, with no response to his callousness or his complete dominance of the situation. "Please let me out," she begged, "I'm still a human..."

"OOoorrrrrppph!" Josh cut her off by ripping a deep, bassy belch. This time the huge gaseous expulsion brought up a hint of blood, and hair. He spat it out. Squishing his hands into his rapidly softening gut, he continued, "Hear that Amy? That's all you'll be when my body's through with you. Just unpleasant gas and another layer of fat on my big gut."

Amy was sobbing now, pain and Josh's taunting having broken her resolve, "No... no! You can't..."

"It's only natural, honey. Once I got you into my belly, you stopped being a person. You're just a hundred pounds of girl meat melting in my gut now, so try to act like it."

Amy snivelled, but fell silent. She didn't even struggle. He had completely crushed her spirit.

Josh slapped his gut crassly, chuckling as it wobbled and sloshed. "Good girl. You'll look nicer as ass padding anyway."

Now wide awake and painfully aroused, Josh decided a nice hot shower sounded nice. The warm water would feel good on his belly, and help get his digestion in full gear.

Standing up from the bed, he waddled into his bathroom and got the water running. He took a moment to admire his engorged form in the mirror. His fat belly sagged heavily with the load of his meal, his rock hard member poking up into it uncomfortably. The picture of gluttony and satisfaction.

Finally he stepped into the warm shower. The hot water tickled his sensitive skin pleasantly, and the increase in temperature seemed to further torture Amy. She mewled pitifully in his gut, the sound almost drowned out by the increasingly loud groans and gurgles of digestion. Leaning back and letting the water run across his dome of a belly, Josh started to play with himself.

As a few mintues went by, Josh's belly continued to soften, and Amy's cries began to grow more pained and desperate. Her form was completely indistinguishable now, as much soup as girl, and pressure was starting to shift lower, into Josh's soon to be overworked bowels. Shifting a bit to the side, he let a loud, rancid fart rip from between his fat cheeks. "Pppphhhhrrtttbtt!"

Josh groaned as the uncomfortable pressure shifted again, deep in his gut. "Jeez, Amy, you smell like shit." he said smugly, smacking his belly.

Her reply was not immediate, but when it came it was a surprise. She shrieked, at the edge of coherency, "I hate you! I hate you! I hope this kills you!" and thrashed with all her might, straining his belly a bit.

All the teasing had finally sent her over the edge, it seemed. He'd just have to teach his meal a lesson.

"Ouurrph... ugh." he lazily released the bit of gas she'd stirred up before addressing her. "You're gonna be part of this gut pretty soon, babe, I think you should treat it better."

Josh stood up, and then leaned his front against the shower wall, pressing his belly into the hard surface. "Let's see how you like a bit of pressure." Gyrating his hips, he ground his gut into the wall, watching as it squished and deformed almost as if Amy wasn't in it. She howled in agony as the motion pulled at her melting form, tearing skin and muscle. It was a wretched sound, but Josh found he enjoyed making her hurt. "Maybe next time I'll get some other gut sluts to massage this thing, but until then... this will do."

After another pained shriek, Amy returned to begging. "Nnngh... please! Please Josh... just make it stop! Just kill me!"

"Mmm... you have to want it more than that." He replied darkly, pulling away from the wall for a minute only to press back harder, relishing her scream as his gut mashed her.

"AAA! AAAaah... anaaann..." her moan died off. There was hardly anything left to her, it was surprising she could even scream.

Beneath the pale sack of his gut, Josh was hammering on his cock. He'd never been harder. This primal dominance over Amy was euphoria. He'd reduced her to nothing. And now the finale. "One more time for me, babe!" He slammed his belly into the wall, pressing almost as hard has he could.

"AAAARRRrrrghh!" The earsplitting scream cut off with a sickening crack. He'd pulped what remained of her, cruching her frail acid addled bones into goop.

With a teeth gnashing grunt that devolved into a moan, Josh came. The load was huge, dribbling down his hands and his legs as it mixed with the water and became slick. Panting, against the shower wall, he couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd killed her, but it didn't feel like murder. It was natural and right that she should be his food, a snack and a toy. He couldn't help but feel satisfied, powerful.

Without the structure of Amy's body to impede it, Josh's gut began churning even faster. Its savage growns would be almost terrifying, if he wasn't so proud of his belly. The weight of his meal continued to shift lower on his body as the fresh chunky Amy-soup flooded and engorged his intestines.

The gas showed no signs of stopping, either. Josh squatted down a bit to release another rumbling fart. "PPPHHhhhhhhhbbbbrrrtrrtttt!" it blasted out of his flabby rear, all the ceremony that Amy's death would recieve.

Turning the water down a bit cooler, Josh took a moment to actually clean himself, running his hands over his newly soft and jiggly gut with glee. Although she'd brewed up some awful gas, in the end Amy did seem to be going to the right places.

Leaving the shower and drying off, Josh threw on some pajamas and settled into his computer chair. Normally he would play some video games or watch some anime, as he spent most days, but he found himself gravitating back to the internet, to the fetish site he'd met Amy on. The poor woman hadn't even finished her trip through his pipes and all he could think about was getting another foolish girl into his belly.

He spent a few hours like this, rubbing his gut and belching up little hints of his meal, while the rest of the gas went out his rear. Now that Amy was all churned up it was really no different than a normal stuffing, just on a much more indulgent scale. His belly gurgled happily, slowly softening out from a bloated, protruding pot belly into a belt of plush fat. The massive meal made him tired soon enough, and he turned back to bed in the late afternoon.

The next morining Josh awoke to a great pressure deep in his bowels. Amy was all digested now, and begging for release. He sat up quickly, chuckling as his new gut flab pooled heavily in his lap. Heaving his heavy body off the bed, he headed into the bathroom. Instead of going for the toilet though, he went into the shower.

Before taking the plunge with Amy, Josh had read some guides on how to be a predator. Even with her petite size, his impending dump would be much too large for the toilet, so instead he'd prepared a 5 gallon bucket, with attacked toilet seat, a common trick for preds.

Inside the shower, Josh plopped his well padded rump down on the bucket. He only had to relax his pucker the barest amount before a jet of hot gas heralded the impending torrent of shit. The log forced its way out, stretching his anus uncomfortably wide. It came and came in a sputtering fetid tide, and Josh grunted and gritted his teeth. But after what seemed like hours, Amy's smelly remains finally left his colon for good.

After standing and wiping himself, Josh inspected the coiled mass of waste with morbid interest. The thick brown mud filled nearly the entire bucket, interspersed with bleached white bone fragments, strands of hair and other indigestibles. His body had well and truly processed her -- a whole living person, nothing more than food. It was almost beautiful, in a horrible sort of way.

But waste was not all that remained of Amy. Much of her had decided to stick around, and currently clung to Josh's body as brand new pudge. His arms and chest were softer, and his big, wobbly belly stuck out even further, its smooth, stretch-marked mass jiggling with even the slightest motion. Lower down, his thighs and butt had recieved some new weight, widening and deepening to give him a nearly feminine look.

Josh ran his hands over his huge ass cheeks, inspecting his new assets in the mirror. "Glad you decided to stick around, Amy," he chuckled. "You were cute before, but I think I like you better like this," he gave his belly a heavy smack, "Fat doesn't talk back."

After heading back into the bedroom to grab his phone, Josh snapped two quick "after" pictures to record his first meal as a pred -- one of his new body, and one of Amy's remains. He'd heard of other preds keeping urns of waste as mementos, but decided that was more work than his meals were worth. He'd only had his first taste, but he could already tell he was going to go through a lot of girls. His plump, gluttonous body was the only trophy case he needed.

Thirty minutes later, Josh was back in his computer chair, having disposed of Amy in the backyard, and cleaned and stored his trusty bucket. There was now no trace at all of the petite woman, except the damage she'd done to Josh's waistline -- just the way he liked it.

In the time it had taken to dump Amy, a new message had come in. Another little lady was looking to live out her fantasies with the help of a hungry guy. Josh smiled, and began his reply.