Blow Job Puncture Written by Septia. The restaurant literally stood out; grafting spires in a genuine Gothic style to jut out from the facade showed dedication to the horror aesthetic. Jen swung her hips whilst admiring the building – her stomach lagging behind the motion in a hefty -Ghbrlswp-. Some say it is silly to pick a restaurant based on a theme and the cliche 'our buffet is to die for' tagline – the same statement flaunted at the window. Jen, however, was something else… “This spot'll be just what a growing girl needs,” she mused. ~ 1 ~ “Welcome to Spire's Edge, don't get spooked by the food, that's the price's job,” the waitress regurgitated the company motto with the lethargy of a slug. Her eyes flicked up on the girl, the glaring white buttons on her preppy uniform and complexion radiating sunlight seemed… in-congruent with the horror theme. “So, table for one…?” “Uhhah, but it should fit at least four,” Jen flashed her fingers, illustrating her point, “don't want a repeat of the couple booth incident, do we?” Jen asked with a swat directed at her gut, at closer inspection revealed the bulk packed away behind the uniform, and… was that pouches stitched onto the vest's side to hold her love handles? “Sure. Whatever.” The waitress kept an eyes on the newcomer; the sheer contrast of white clothes in the gothic atmosphere lassoed her vision. The girl checked her wrist like clockwork, tapping that oversized watch bracelet. To little surprise, the chubby could eat. Rare to see someone literally guzzle down the swamp tar goulash, and there were enough complimentary breadbaskets on the table that they'd stop being 'complimentary'. “Mwramgp, mmspgh, gllwlomg. Aaah that is is the stuff,” Jen exclaimed after sinking her gob into a baked pumpkin with the way some eat apples, “I don't even know what this stuff is, but it's going down smooth.” Her cheeks rattled -Bwwnna- distending with each -Ahhhmpgb- chomp she took from the stuffed gourd, steadily stuffing her own face gourds. Her cheeks bobbing as if they each contained a small storm. -Ghrsmmpsl- The engorged flesh sinking back and warping her throat as it packed away under her chests. It got to the point where the waitress bent her route to peek in on Jen; the girl's stomach bulging outwards with the subsequent passes, -Ghhrngnslls- The gurgles audible from tables away. The felt of the uniform stretched taut. The buttons holding on to her abdomen a rectangular growth, bending out towards the side with only a faint crescent of tub spanning across the extremes of Jen's gut… ripples coursed over the clothes, signifying the waging internal conflict of gluttony against decency. 'Either her vest is gonna break, or her worry to conceal her belly.’ the waitress thought. Her frequent peeks to see the outcome mimicking Jen's watch habit. -Gllrruslg- -Gullpsgmh- Jen held a cauldron to her lips, maw wide agape for the radiant butter hued gel draining down her maw and inflating a parade of cantaloupe girthed bloats down her gullet. “Ahem. I'd like to place my order.” “Just a sec,” She responded, yes glued to Jen's booth. “You said that a moment ago,” the disgruntled customer noted. “Ye.” “I want to orde-.” “Just have the buffet, everyone does, only value you'll get from your visit,” she snapped. “You listen here,” the customer slammed a hand to the table. “Oh you listen,” the waitress slammed back, “that pot is a whole wheel of button cheese, brewed to of daily dairy dip, and she's been chugging for twenty seconds, it is just a matter of time before-.” -Bbghhrwllkkldpwh-. The klong of a meat van crashing into a pile of pillows echoed out, the moment she'd taken her eyes off of her. She turned and saw how Jen's abdomen was in the later stages of billowing through the opening curtain of her uniform. The bulk cascading in liquid lard to bob into Jen's thighs, engulf her knees, and sprawl out beside them as the muffin top was unleashed.-Bbtsl- the beacon of pale skin birthed forth at such a rate it clashed into the table, a drove of flab moulding up over Jen's cleared plates as the motion sent rattles quaking through the abdomen -Ghhrllrgh- -Brbrs- raising up through her throat, even from this distance you could see her cheeks puffing out before the -Guuraalllprht- egressed in a guttural growl from her lips. “Dang it…, Missed it.” “What was that? The customer looked to and fro. “The sound of you getting a new waiter,” she curted and left them be. At closer inspection Jen kneaded her gut down back under the concealment of the glass table, raising the height at her end marketably. Despite the bent table, Jen tucked away the gurgling trove of a tummy from prying eyes. -Gbbrlslth- The stomach rustling and contorting in the gellated gurgle of a toad having swallowed an active washing machine. It was enough to get the waitress to draw her paths closer and closer with each round. ~ 2 ~ “Mm, waitr-huurrrp-ress.” Jen called out. She joined the girl's table, clearing her throat. “You finding our meal, frighteningly good? Which, as per legal definition, doesn't mean it is actually good.” “Heck yes, this stuff is gas baller. And once you got me rolling, there ain’t a thing to hold me back,” Jen tugged on the waitress's wrist, “was gonna save this for later, but you caught me before a refill and the buffet table is all the way over there…” The waitress's expression broke as Jen's lips parted to an abyss of masticated bread paste, tethers of molten cheese and lettuce stuck between the molars, right before she got intimately antiquated with the mouth's mess. -Ghhrlsp- Jen swallowed so her lips rippled with air, the added breath distending her throat to accept the squirming servicewoman. “Mmgg, mgmw,” she mumbled and arched her head back, the arch straightening her gullet to a narrow slide down her guts, her lips morphing and moulding up the fidgeting legs, whilst the bulbous frame of her meal protruded her gullet and separated her breasts in the magnitude of the throbbing bloat. “Downfms, the hatch, wiff, you,” she hummed, pinching down the waitress's legs with a pair of chopstick. Jen scoffed up last of her ankles and feet behind the seal of her lips. -Mmg- -Ghrlsllsmwwp- Swallowing with the bulge diminishing down her neck, -Chhrns- -Chrntn- a creak of bone from her ribs easing over the woman's hips. Jen's cheeks staying bloated as the girl sunk down their depths. “Pbrlelwpw,” with a huff she regurgitated the pair of black shoes from her maw, toppling onto a platter and brushed them aside under the cover of a cloche. “Pheew, -bhruialalpgh- downed in one go, you like that? Takes a lot of practice to get it right, The trick is to, fmsp,” Jen rubbed down at her gut, stifling some struggles within “Trick is to forget about what your eating is alive, bet you'd be surprised how much strain that saves your throat.” Bloats surfaced across Jen's abdomen, smacking up her table and sailing across the beige doughy skin. The density of a living meal bobbing the gut to dip below her shins, bottom heavy with a stretching flail warping the bottom of the gut. Jen's stomach taking on the guise of a pyramid who'd really let itself go. “Phoo, oh yeah, think that earns me one compression at least.” Jen tapped her watch, a pointer fluctuating to the rhythm of her catch's struggles. “If you'd come up earlier instead of just spying we could've enjoyed ourselves, pretty selfish service, but you'll more than make up for that in lovehandle pudge.” Jen wrapped her her arms around her gut and twisted the display, triggering a lever to flick out. The waitress waded with her whole frame in a mire of tar goulash, congealing chyme and dissolving porridge. “H-hold on, wait, I am freaking out just listen to m-.” -Sschhrlrlrpchnt-. A noise echoed through her marrow. With the sound of a platoon of jelly covered springs creaking under an elephant, all airspace was robbed from the gut. The arm length's confines condescend to a clenched quarter. Her one arm she's held up now bent in an awkward pose behind her head, the other pined to her side, legs crossed and bent with one foot at the bottom, one to the ceiling. The embrace of globular paste cocooned her, flowing into nostrils to sting her senses with spice and choking her out in her attempts to scream. Her skeleton tensed, taut as a guitar string trembling after a solo. “Hahf, shahf fhasr ahg.” She huffed out globs of acidic gurgle, eyes darting for an escape. -kkrCllhhghttg- -Kkrxxtk- -Xkkrth- In the second throb of compression, a chorus of shattering bones stemmed in. The tension that built up a moment earlier brought to over the peak, the waitress's flesh ruptured by torn bone spearing through her brawn, femurs snapped and crunched so they jabbed through her chest, accompanied the -Chhrwnrhk- -Chkrkrkcth- in her fingers as every phalange bone crumbled under the pressure grinding them into her skull. Sanguine drained from her system; veins disgorging their contents as a squashed bag of juice. Her scapulas folded in from her shoulders over her throat, choking her in skeletal origami, feeling ruptures torn through her skin filled in with droves of the surrounding mush and rushing fluids, her own blood returning to her body, though a vain attempt it may be. Her neck pinned to the rubber skin of the gut, breaths frantic, she heard creaking -Chhrskkt- like steel beams ground together within her on head, neck rattling and mouth contorting as it chugged out a gruel of oily pink… -SKKququllwrhst-… -Crrcthhs- -kKRkth- -Crkkth- -Ghrllhscth-… “Phaa~” Jen huffed, rubbing down her abdomen as the engorged tomb of pliant flesh withdrew to a stuffed gut, then flexed down to a pot belly, at which point she eased up and sloughed back into the couch in her booth. The disfigured, malformed sack of flesh rattling for a moment… -Shqhrllssthch- then contracting to a happy lump of pudge; if anything, smaller than when she got in. “Phew, usually they check out by the second compression,” she noted, lounging for a moment and dipping a potato wedge in three kinds of sauce before suckling it dry and smashing it in her mouth. Jen scooched back into place, and buttoned her vest over the inconspicuous roll of tummy blubber, whilst reading the meter on her pressure guage. The pointer on her pressure gauge fidgeting towards the end of the hectopascal scale. “Mmfm,” with a hum she twisted a ring around the gauge. Erratic twitching of the needle slowed down as it adjusted to KiloPascal, coming to a rest at about one point two. “Lots of space in the tank yet~.” Jen triumphed with raising a bowl of black banana split, and scooping it down in droves. ~ 3 ~ “Pssh…” of course, this kinda place would be like a magnet to her. Blair resented the fact her body practically breathed horror atmosphere, and that seeing this restaurant was tickling her in all the right spots. She despised the building for taunting her with its allure… Despise being one of her milder emotions. “Whatever, better run into some opportunities to sate the beast,” she mumbled whilst dumping out a bottle of hairspray into her mohawk, tossing the canister behind her as she entered the themed restaurant, “Or they’ll be going down the drain…” ~ 4 ~ -Krrkkctch- white crumbs shattered and lobbed from Jen's maw. Cheeks stuffed with contorting outline of grub, she reached for another handful of phalange-bone cookies, -Aaahmpgff- scoffing them down with her hand and suckling her fingers clean of crumbs. Her table was a battlefield of cleaned trays and plates, and the spoils went straight to her gut. -Ghbrbslgsh- Abdomen jutted out under the table, dipping towards her shins, whilst the top half bent onto the table as a rising heap of bread dough. -Ghhrrlslghs- -Chhrggnsh- Her tummy rumbled, the quaking shifting, shaking off perspiration that gathered on the table's glass cover. Jen's midriff laid bottom heavy, bobbing as a bell on a reindeer – its weight offset by the brewing steam coursing through her gut -Chhrlrslgoofhthgrlrls- a swelling bloomed above her navel, coursing upwards, bending and snaking through a labyrinth of chyme and contracting sinew. -Gbrbslsthp- The trapped air slithering up her frame as the bulge of a rat scuttling under a sheet. -Hiicchp- Sternum jutted out in a hiccup, which ferried the bloat straight up to inflate Jen's cheeks into a pair of beige tennis balls. -Aahhoouurraaaallp- the ramshackle bellow of a submerge tuba echo projected from the glutton's lips, -Oouuraaallohhhu- Jen manipulating her mouth to morph the belch’s tone as the flurry of soggy gullet exhaust plumed from her mouth. The cloud of moisture lingered with the scent of cookies dipped in an acidic brew of enzymes and black pepper ash. The Smog condensed against the porcelain, and fogged up the glass table, a tint towards the opaque. “Whew, I am running like clockwork today~,” Jen said and twisted her wrist gauge to adjust the lever. -Ghrhsbts- Her stomach rumbled, prep uniform flapping around the vibrations coursing over the blob of an abdomen. -Krkrlltlccppch- The skin reeled in taut, hoisting up the dangling drove back over her knees. -Grlrslpslgkt- Another contraction whipped it into a pot belly -kKCkkrlt- the crunch of bone and milling of meat rippling through the engorged frame. -Kkbllngngthwwp- The stomach retched back, rattling as a sizable pot belly peeking out of the curtain of Jen's uniform. Jen peeked at her gauge, the needle rattling up past fourty kilopascal. “Phew, that one was quite a doozey, if I dare to declare.” Jen giggled to herself, patting down her tummy -Bbwwn- -Bbwn- which reverberated in the tune of an overinflated tire. As Jen didn't seem to recognize the shadow approaching, or the warped figure reflected in the fogged up mist. “Whatevs, you should do.” Jen blinked turning as she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Just keep your yap shut.” The punk girl's maw split to show rows of yellowed teeth, a breath -Hhurrlsp- breath of fried onions washed over Jen's dirt blond hair, before the girl's maw followed up and draped a tongue over her face, brushing saliva in a wide stroke, by its end the punk had her maw secured over Jen's head. The girl revolved her head to wedge Jen up her gape. -Oommgptls- In the first gulp, Jen caught a glimpse of a studded necklace perched around the intruders neck, marked with the text: Blair's Event Horizon. Blair's lips contorted into shape around Jen's shoulders, she schooched her head downwards, suckling over the muffled face of her lunch, tying together Jen's long sleeves at her back to hamper any struggle. 'If a broad has to pig just like this bitch she coul've the manners to taste like ham, Blair thought, scooping in locks of Jen's dirt blonde hair with her middle finger, 'this isn't gonna fill me.' The girl's neck budged outwards, neck morphed in the vague outlines of a face. Blaire kept chugging and pressing her mouth down towards the seat, her meal having to curl in he throat like a hook. -Bbntnth- The lump of Jen's head swelling and billowing outwards like a deflating pool-toy hanging over a ledge. With cheeks tented with shoulders, Blair hooked a finger at her collar, and pried it wide. -Ghhrbllsph- A solid swallow and ease of restraint lead the lump to -Bbghtlst- tumble down her gullet, the mumbles muted as they sunk passed Blaires cleavage. The punk shuffled up into the booth, trudging down the bath of girl beef into her throat. -Chhrcllck- Her sternum budging outwards, ribs defined against the purple shirt as Blair's abdomen submerged. -Chhrr- -Chhrsk- Her leather jacket creaked as a door hinge as her abdomen engorged with the squirming protrusions. “Oomgpgh Ogmgltlpsmk, Blair guzzled Jen down, her molars gnawing into the skirt to mangle the plump buttocks down her jaw, “Sshrltupid, fashion,” she mumbled with a full maw. Blair fumbled with her jacket buttons, -Ckt- -Bwwnrnth- each time she unlatched one bulwark of her core slammed into the provided space, tensing the black tanned hide to creak under the abdominal avalanche. -Chhtc- -BBWnngh- -Ctthkrkth- A button flung off its seams. “Dang.” -Bbwrlrlpsghths- The pressure mounted the jacket, the gut breaking through as Blair’s gullet moulded along Jen's plush sausage legs. The black leather splayed and abdomen protruding, contained by the purple shirt. -Chhrnnghhs- though this faltered as the rippling weight reeled the fabric back, till the gut -Bbesghths- spilled forth into her law, lined with contours jutting out under the constraint the shirt slimming up towards Blair's breasts – abdomentaking on the sculpt of an upside down muffin, with her purple casing around the bloated bronze treat. “Gonghs, hafta ghet ah gnew sjhaket,” Blair mumbled over Jen's struggles. She jabbed both middle fingers into the soles and scrubbed, tickling Jen into a frenzy of horrified giggles, allowing Blair to slough back into the couch. She let her meal wriggle her own feet down the length of her gullet -CHhrlspth-. ~ 5 ~ -BHRhurslp- Blair huffed out breath of guttural steam, scratching the back of her head and drawing her knuckles across the engorged gut. “Prep uniforms a such a mess to churn out, had to have the ones with all the buttons too,” she sighed. “Oogull, pprghl…” Jen huffed, dampened by the clasp poof flesh surrounding her, her form compressed taut under the muffinform-skirt, a small lump of a fist dragged under the purple cloth, swelling out to define in details as it crossed over to the exposed segment of stomach flesh. “This is what it is like when I eat someone? It isn't there internal perfume or something for this?” -Bhruaaalp- “Scuse me, what'd you think? That it's all puppies and rainbows in there? You're outta luck, cause I dumped those out yesterday…” Blair drummed her fingers to her gut, then perked up. “Wait, you are a rapacitor predator? “Well yeah, isn't that obvious?” “Thought you were just fat, geeze that's embarrassing for you. I'd soil myself in shame if I knew a rapacitor could just pick me off like a stupid flower.” A grumble rolled through Blair's stomach, erupting in a -Huurarallp- rustle of a belch that whipped up her shirt to expose the dipping dune of gut up past the navel. “I wasn't prepared, honest mistake, so wanna let me out and be friends?” Blair wrapped her arms round her gut and fiddled with the jacket buttons. “Really have to buy a new jacket, or eat ‘nother store clerk,” Blair mumbled and swatted -Ssmmtch- at her stomach to ripples trailed across. “I could repair it, I've had to sew up extensions on my uniform to hold my figure. I am good for it,” Jen promised. Blaire kneaded her gut, heaving it up and dropping it back, the outlines of her grasp lingering for a moment before the gut bobbed and rustled into place. “Have to be tomorrow, cause this is am indigestion and a half waiting to happen. “ -Bhrhruaalllpffth- -Yrurspsh- Blair’s gut rustled as a dry leaf to Jen's nervous burp. -Chhrsll- -Fhfhsss- Smog trailed in the form of bumps of air pressure crawling up Blair’s neck. Blair causally opening her maw to regurgitate a small -Bhrrhp-. The eruptions of fumes came accompanied by a rousing flail of limbs, bundles of bulges tangling across the surface of the gut, budging it to bob to and fro in Blair's lap. “You're all full of butterflies now. It's appreciated, but stupid, to save your energy till after you are gut chow.” Blair trailed her fingers down her stomach, massaging into it to ease up the cumbersome journey ahead. The weight was already packing a beating down at her liver. Fingers explored and trailed along stretchmarks connecting the ballooned midsection to her sides, imprints of the pressure exerted to house such a meal. “Be a pal, girl, I am worth more than this, lemme out please?” “I'll cough up those duds you are draped in, would save us both a lot of hassle. Porky.” Blair grasped her shirt to get ready to head out. -Chhrt- Cloth tensed, rigid. “Hmm?” she pulled, but it remained static. “Wha?” Blair huffed and strained to get the shirt down, but the gullet was too wide to pry it over… -Bhhruralalapgh- -Bbrnfht- After another belch, the gut smacked up against the table, wedging Blair back in her taut midriff. She felt over her stomach, the usual jelly like consistency she was used to, stiffened to a solid marshmallow. “The heck is this…” -Hhorususlallpt- Jen dislodged another rippling belch, the dense cloud whipping her lips and revolving through the gut in tempered winds of cooking oil, black dollar-store dairy and squid ink used for black food colouring. She watched the rugged texture of the stomach-walls ripple and flap under the current of her exhaust, burps condensing over her forehead and mixing with sweat. “What is going on out there?” ”Mmfs, shut up, stop that and just digest already, you burp beetle.” Jen blinked, and brushed through her hair, reaching out a hand, and noticing how much space she gained in her murky prison cell. Eyes peered towards her wrist gauge. A smile haunted her lips. “Oh? Stop doing what, girlfriend, you mean, this?” she said, patting her chest and feeling her trash compactor of a gut -Gurhhrsllgsh- turning, brewing wisps of smog that bent up her chest, pronounced her gullet outwards – as a frog in mid croak. -Ghhtlslpg- The swell depositing into her cheeks, swelling up to cantaloupes of billowed fumes. Unable to hold them from moulding their way to her lips, Jen let it rip… -Bhhrururgllaaaahhoorp- mists in myriad consistency egressed from her gob like air out a balloon, the deep tremble launching putrid fog of tainted cookie steam and ripened beef jerky, all converting her pressure straight into a gut fog. -Brurbslstlpstsh- Blair's stomach convulsed – a lake in which a leviathan drew its first breath. The tension bent and moulded her gut wide, jutting it forth to the top and bottom of her abdomen began to sandwich the table. -Chhrr- Stirs in her ribs creaked towards her manubrium, Blair clutching over her chest by instinct, as if to keep her ribs from caving under the pressure; which she felt assured they could… “The heck mfms, did you trap that much hot air in your lousy ass,” Blair said through clenched teeth, she grunted, huffing and stumbling to get dislodged from the table, the inflated abdomen shoving her back into the couch, her feet barely touching the air. She'd have to tip toe to scuttle and twist her frame free from the vicegrip. “Ooo, having some trouble with our meals? Me too, I always like to… unwind after a big feast, don't you agree?” “Don't you dare…” Blair wheezed, but felt the girl drawing in a breath. Her insides felt trapped in a pressure cooker, and the visceral time restraint until the next rush launched her mind into fight or flight. “Gnhthtn,” she slammed her fist into her gut, and thrust herself to the table to wedge herself free. -Shhwquhhg- -Chhrkskths- “Hfnngsn…” Blair sucked air through her teeth, the pressure had multiplied tight at her liver, already pushed under pressure, the -Chhthgs and crinkle of osseous tissue jammed it down, dislodged from its comfy home and flattening to a pancake. “Be strong… big sis needs you…” she huffed through the strain, panting as she budged herself free. -Bhhruaalallpgs- right before a swell of gas cyclone though her gut, distending her gut to heave forth in a drop formation, dipping far past her knees. Her torso took on the characteristics of a crash pillow, detailing the silhouette of the reach of her stomach by the face it jutted out a good thumb minimum from the rest of her body. Strain strummed through her nether, a presage of the pressure mounting within. “Ppffhahhaheh.” Jen laughed from within, beating her fist to the stomach wall, defined contours crashing in waves from the hysterical battering. “This is hilarious who is the one who cannot handle a meal? Huh? So, really sure you don't want some help sizing up your duds? Costs you a meal but saves you a jacket, open offer you know.” “Shut up,” Blair slammed her fist back into her gut -Chhrlstl- -Chht- “gaa…” frozen in place as she felt the ripple of her jab prying her kidneys further apart than comfortable, and her ribs rattling under her cheeks, scraping up to her skin. “I can't let you out, I've never, let someone one…” “Sooh? So i'll be your first~, I am honoured.” There was an awkward silence, made worse by the maniacal cackle of a witch animatronic in the background. “You don't know how, do you?” Blair refused to answer her gut. Turning tail and stomping out the restaurant. “Were you sufficiently spooked out of your mind? Why not offer a scary tip so-.” a waitress said, shoved out of the path by Blair's fury. ”Yeah, put it up under nona your business, courtesy of ‘Go screw yourself inc.” Blair shouted and stampeded out of the restaurant. ~ 6 ~ Jen sat on her knees at the bottom of the gut as it took her on a tumbling ride, peeking over at her wrist gauge and fiddling with it, the darkness hampering her controls. “Who knew my burps could get me out of such a pinch, so excited~ This is my first time, but I am gonna be about as gentle as you, miss spike face.” Jen snickered and jogged her gut in her hands, shaking it up as a bottle of soda -Chbrs- bCHwlog- the stomach bounding up and down in an hourglass shape; constricted around her grasp. -Brhhrsutsl- Rumbles of brewing copper, flushing up through her chest, -Bbwwmp- her breasts buffed outwards under the throbbing cyclone of fumes, her own sternum creaking before as it was on the edge of passing the gas upwards. In -Glgllrgh- of a reverse gulp the steam puffed up her cheeks to the point Jen had to support them with her palms… -Grururhsallalalpaprrhprrrrwtp- “Gyraangs,” Blair screamed, just passing out the gate of the restaurant, her lower stomach detonated in a gratuitous gorging of gullet gas, She twisted and turned on the spot as their abdomen slammed into the ground, billowing forwards to bloat out twice her own size, the teardrop shape stabilising, but the weight and pressure puncturing her crotch… -KKRktpsh- -Chrhsht- A crackle of marble hit by thunder echoed through her mind. The girl’s gut span cleaved her thighs apart around the gargantuan orb. The gut acting doorhinge in her lap; a blimp bloated with mounting tar and gas. Blair groaned and wheezed, back arched like a bow at the girth of her front. Her legs shattered toothpicks, yet she kept steady by the imbalance of weight. “Stop it…,” she grunted. -Bhruralalalplghpt- The gas bubbled up in jabbing protrusions over the gut, Blair feeling herself pumped up in Jen's fumes, the baking sweat stirring and roaring through her insides, swelling up her throat under the necklace and blowing up her intestines like a twisted balloon-animal. The sides of her gut blossomed in ache, blooming in patters where the air coursed within and stirred within her. The stretchmarks sprouted forth, tessellating into a web of grooves connecting her stomach far past her limits. “Wow, girl, have you ever had an actual meal? You are handling this awfully, I mean come on,” Jen said and stood up in the gut, smacking her stomach so it resounded in oscillating bobs as the beat of a drum -BWBb- -Bwbd-, “being eaten by a rapacitor predator is one thing, but unable to keep your match up against one you have already stashed in ya crammed tummy, phahah~ well, I'll say it like this, in comparison, I am not a hint ashamed any more.” “W-whore… yourself… gonna…” Blair huffed, her abdomen swelling up over the henge to the restaurant, as the belches howled through her insides it rolled forth in girth. -Chhrslgshths- Blair's torso flattened under her own bulk, feeling her kidneys joining the -Chhrllsths- bundle at the bottom of her body. Liver and kidneys swathed in the pumped up intestines. -Ghsjsts- -Chhtsts- An orchestra of boiled meat trampled down her frame, swinging and curling around the end of her large intestines, roping it shut and sealing off hopes to alleviate the oncoming storm of pressure. -Hhorurusaalalrhrp- another belch… -Chhrk- -Ckkr- Cktkc- Single vertebrae snapped, one after the other, crunched into powder by the arching pressure, like ice-cubes between the molars of a hippo. “Hgnsn aghs…” Blair coughed up mists of regurgitated burps, stomach bunched up tumbling forwards, bulldozing over novelty tombstones along with other props and tables, -Bwbbth- it slammed into the restaurant, the belches rising it higher and higher. Her sides were painted red stained and criss crossed in stretch-skids, yet further away her gut was melding into a shade of blue, bloodvessels unable to transport air across such a distance by the mere beat of her heart, and the arteries and veins were pinched flat under the taut skin. -BHRhshtsh- The gut moulded over the building, up the length of the spires, against the spikes and gothic architecture, while Blair shook her head and huffed. The tactile sense of the bricks and course texture warping and deforming her skin, jabbing into her. “Get out of here.” “Someone, call for help.” “Run.” “Evacuate.” Blair felt the commotion, the rush of cold air as people veered past her and fled… Sweat decanting along her forehead in streams, arms reaching up to hold over the parts of her chest down, hugging embrace it the one holds a dying friend. -Chhrkstkpsh- a rumble jerked her ribs out of whack, cracking them outwards, the bloat of flesh they had held down clubbing Blair right into her jaw, and her arms flung off with such force… -Ckkrlsths- her clavicles caved, leaving her arms limp sausages dangling down the side of her crescent frame. ”You know, this is pretty roomy~.” Blair clenched her teeth, shuddering as her gut reached up past the spires, heaved onto the tops of the tower's pikes. A balloon gently sloughed over a pair of needles. “You could sure run your mouth, but that is nothing like mine, phew… I am gonna be sore from how much they've rippled in these gas exchanges.” “But you know, at least we can bond over the fact,” she said, tapping her wrist gauge, “That we are both two gals full of hot air~.” Blair felt trembles running through her whole body, reaching as far as to the numbed blue tips of her stomach. She was unsure how far it had perched unto the spires; unknown how much more her gut could take before her grooves ripped them into a patchwork of a thousand shreds. Unable to see how far her stomach stretched form vision turning into a matte haze. Feeling their would-be-meal teetering about within her like a bouncy-castle. “Hhaaaaaf,” Jen inhaled, cheeks puffing out… -Bhuuraaal-… -KKKGprbrslsllsfhhthssgltlsh- -Chhrstlsltch-. An explosion tore Blair apart, the detonation resounding with a trial of ruptures mauling her stomach into folds of jerky from the point of puncture. Her body slammed back into the ground by the shock-wave of smog roaring from the husk of her mortal coil. The pulverisation of her skeletal structure minute under the resounding bang of a house sized fog plume, blooming from her frame in a bloated billowing smokestack. -Spsptlsltch- Globby smacks of liquid smattered in the impact, filaments of the tattered brawn thrown to the winds. The bellows of her demise echoing across several blocks, and the rancid mushroom cloud was seen even further. ~ 7 ~ Jen opened her eyes, daring to take a peek. Under her gaze laid a colour-palette of lilac, cobalt, and crimson. The houses speckled in congealing droves of guts ad fluids, scarlet dripping in streaks down the towers; the building crying blood. Towards the end of the block, she spotted the edge of the sprawling splatter, bloats of gooey droplets formed clumsy fingers, as if it tried to crawl away from ground zero. Jen wiped off her gauge, the needle was hovering at a stable two hectopascal. “Phew…” she said, standing up and wiped phlegm from her hair. “Ugthsgsl…” “Huh?” Jen peeked down, and moved about. “Mgugsh tuugshp ogoughs…” She stepped off of the carpet of stretched skin, and folded up a few sheets of gut, exposing Blair's face, relatively clean of gunk, her own stomach flap forming a protective cocoon. “Wow~ I'll take back what I said, you go girl~. Who could have said they survived something like this? Guess I don't know because it is my first time, gosh my burps are so much more awesome than I gave them credit for. “Grsangsl… you…” Blair mumbled. “Yeah me, noble of you to admire who’s the eater here~, seems we both got more than we bargained for today, huh?” Jen said, as a faint -Ghlrs.- bubbled from her tummy, shaking off some grease and goo. “Speaking of, I think I'll nap my plunger, my spoils~ So you won't go to waste, well, guess that’s exactly what you are, but semantics, right?” Jen said, caked in scarlet and beaming wide, as she hauled up Blair, and opened wide. “Down the hatch~.”