lucy bows out part 04

Sleep doesn’t last half as long as you want it to. Someone’s knocking the door down.

You startle awake, fighting the weight in your belly that’s more than just fat, and also a blanket that has mysteriously appeared during the night. We didn’t make it upstairs after Lucy so I’m sitting bolt upright on the couch.

Lucy’s harder edges are softening nicely inside you. When you sit up the motion must coincide with a contraction in your stomach. Combined, the force bends and splinters one of the long bones with the muffled sound of crepitus. A soft belch into your hand confirms that Lucy no longer has an outline. Her soft tissues splash messily within the secure confines of your gut.

You watch me stroll, grim-faced, towards the hallway, and feel a pang of anxiety. You can surely defend yourself if needs be, but you were feeling safe and secure and now someone’s threatening that.

You hear the door open. I must have recognised our guest. Your mobile tells you it’s 2am.

“Shaun,” you hear me say, “what—”

“—fucking knew it, she’s here, isn’t she?” The front door bangs, surely forced open. “Your fucking stressball girlfriend lied to my fucking face. Is she—”

“Whoa.” My voice is firm, clear. “Stop. Nothing is going o—”

Grunting and rumpled cloth makes a complicated knot of sound and I reappear, stomping as I backpedal to catch my balance. You half-rise in alarm but I cast you a glance and raise a hand, stay, before looking back into the hallway. It’s cute. I’m standing there, one leg in front of the other, slightly crouched and ready to spring, thinking I’m Jackie Chan when behind your shoulderblades curl limbs that could puncture and exsanguinate the intruder without you even getting up. You decide to let me have this one.

My hands are up, wary but still placating. “Lucy’s no longer here—”

“Fucking liar. Her phone’s here. Where is she? Lucy!” He yells loud enough to wake the neighbours, though his intended target is unlikely to hear him call. “Lucy!”

I seem discomfited. Shaun comes into view, looking all around. He spots you and double-takes. Your belly has grown massively since he accosted you in the gym. “Fucking… Place stinks of sex. What is it, a threesome thing? Where is she?!”

“Don’t you ~guh-bwooorp~ recognise her?” you say, taking your time as you lever yourself to standing.. Lucy wasn’t the biggest meal you’ve ever had but she was stacked and squishy. Her weight in your already impressive belly makes balancing not a foregone conclusion. Plus, every movement seems to be sending meaty, savoury burps up your oesophagus. When you’re upright you face him, unashamedly naked, brandishing your belly like a weapon. “She’s a bit ~urp~ busy right now, but if you wait a while you’ll see her again.”

Shaun’s wide-eyed and staring at your massive bulk. “What are you… No.” He’s incredulous rather than panicked or angry. “Fuck me, you’re fat enough to have eaten her but I’m not in the mood for fucking ar—”

I’ve clearly had enough. There’s the barest fraction of a scuffle as he senses me behind him but I have little trouble snapping an arm around his neck from behind and locking it off with the other. My favourite move again: the rear naked choke. His hands go fruitlessly to his neck and then scrabble for my eyes but I keep my head close to him and control his arms with my forearms. After a few seconds he loses strength and sags but I bear his weight.

Occupied though he is, he’s still looking at you, face turning redder and redder. You walk towards us, Lucy sloshing side-to-side within you. As his legs begin to give out I follow him down, kneeling but holding him upright enough to still look at you.

“Gosh, you really do miss her, don’t you?” As he comes down his eye line drops level with your breasts, then your stomach, then your hanging gut. You pat it. “She’s right here, sweet. Never unfaithful, just made the most wonderful meal of herself.”

Shaun has no air to reply. You get the sense I’m regulating how much blood is reaching his brain because he definitely should have passed out by now. “Like I said, if you wait she’ll come out to see you. But you’re impatient. You’re worried. So I’ll tell you what.” Stately, hips swaying, you turn a circle to show him your hips, your waist, your bum. Fatted and magnificent, it hangs in twin globes just before his kneeling form. “Why don’t you see if you can find her?”

You step side-to-side to swing your hips more open, then reach back to dig your fingers into luxurious fat. A little shake to feel the impressive heft of glutes packed with fat, and then you’re pulling the cheeks apart.

Pale flesh fills his darkening vision, your tailbone above, your warming pussy falling open below. But in the center of that vision a dark star nestled deep in a spread canyon. You’ve never really bothered to explore that part of your anatomy but both Shaun I gain forensic experience. We watch as it twitches open a centimetre, little fleshy corrugations unfolding and shyly exposing a sliver of shining pink rim.

Shaun goes slack as you roll your hips back, bringing yourself closer. He feels the heat on his forehead before the kiss comes. But your anus isn’t lubricated enough to just swallow him straight up. Lucky fellow, you first smear your cunt juice across his eyes and nose, allowing yourself a few moments to work yourself up and leave him slathered.

You thank heaven that only food will see this excessive behaviour.

Once he’s nice and wet you angle yourself and place a tiny hot kiss on his forehead. Lucy inside you shifts where she has been slopping into your guts. When you relax your internal muscles to take him in you cannot help but release a fart scented with Lucy, soft as a lover’s breath.

As your gas curls around him and me you sit. Your ample weight bears down and forces your tight arsehole wider and wider, tracking across the whole crown of his head. Once thus opened you focus on your tailbone, scraping it down behind his head and using it to force him up and forward, where you want him to go.

Shaun’s face—neurotic brows, brown eyes, long nose, thin lips, pointed chin—glides smoothly into your rectum. Sensitive flesh presses against every square millimetre. You could sculpt him by feel alone.

“Ngh, let go unless you’re coming in too,” you say when you feel your anus cuddle up to my locked forearms.

I release the lock and grab his upper arms. As floodflow resumes he shudders and begins to struggle but you shut him right down again by clenching. Your rectum does little to his head but your powerful anus cinches his blood vessels shut at will. He goes limp again, only supported by me and a lolling spine.

Like a child in the birth canal he travels sideways through your pelvis. You have to turn to slot his shoulders in between your bum bones. The shoulder facing your front gives you a thrill as it compresses your vagina from mouth to cervix.

Lucy helps. With her weight, eating her boyfriend is a simple matter of sitting down hard and letting your body turn him the way it wants. Powerful internal muscles contact in defiance of their usual mode of operation and feed him up. They are stimulated when he begins to struggle, causing your lower abdomen to bounce and jiggle. The sensation is novel and you can’t help but reach down to finish the work you started by rocking on his doomed head and face.

Your gaping anus swallows up his arms and torso as you furiously finger yourself. “He’s so… God, I’m so full…”

As a courtesy I divest Shaun of his shoes and jeans then, unwilling to be left out, I foresake him and wrap my arms around your belly, deeply massaging the pappy mess inside your belly and groping the tits grown massive on the flesh of your prey. Shaun can be left alone, he’s now just buttfood.

His narrow hips barely stretch your bumhole but by now he’s being squeezed internally into a different passageway, at right-angles. You inhale sharply through your teeth as he presses painfully at your colon walls. “Come on, come on, come on,” you chant, as reverse peristalsis and simple cramming force him deeper. You masturbate through the pain. “Any second… Here it comes…”

The snap is small and muffled when it comes, but Shaun’s personal universe switches off when your shit tubes crack his neck sideways. The rest of his body rushes to fill you, further bones snapping and popping as they’re squeezed into splinters by relentless muscles.

Death releases his soul from his body but your flesh does not let it escape. Suction draws it in as inevitably as it does the flesh. His afterlife begins its end in your dark, filth-slicked bowels.

You moan urgently as climax approaches. His shins slip smoothly into the narrowing pink pit, then feet are eclipsed. Shaun has been all swallowed up and your gut is so sorely stuffed from top and bottom that you feel spherical. Even the rolls of fat at your flanks are pulled taut by the sheer stretch of your belly skin. The sensation is overwhelming and as your two prey squeeze closer toward one another you let loose an inarticulate cry of pleasure. Your juices spatter the new carpet that replaced the one you ruined with Tracy’s blood.

“Give me your arse,” I command, and you comply, dropping onto all fours. Your belly doesn’t even hang, it just forms a squishy hot beanbag you lie on top of.

It feels right when I explore your anus with my tongue: a fitting kiss for a job well done. You flex your hips and squeal with embarrassment and pleasure, and then inhale when I kneel behind you and sink myself deep into your arsehole. Your display must have been something special because it’s only moments before your bum is drinking down another offering. You release me with a kissing sound and resume pawing at your own overstuffed belly, rocking your hips ruttishly against it.

“I’m so full, I can’t take any more, but I want more.”

I’m right there, as wild with the need to feed you as you are with the need to eat. “Buttered toast,” I say, jumping to my feet, “while I make pasta. And potato waffles. And chicken nuggets. And… fuck, there are probably dessert places still open on deliveroo.”

“Just feed me. I want to be as big as I’ve ever been.”

I kiss you hard on the lips as you moan and massage your aching belly. That night you eat like an empress. But in my mind I’m planning. How can we make you more full, with live prey? I want to stuff you, with husband and wife, then son, daughter and baby. Someday soon I’m going to feed you a bloodline.