After having almost been executed by her own former lover Mike, Emily placed herself into a fetal position upon the table within the room, up against the wall as she had her face against her knees, cowering after the adrenaline rush of almost having her life snuffed out due to the wendigo bite she received earlier. Mike had not been able to shoot her as he originally planned, throwing a fit of frustration before grabbing Chris and heading back out in order to attempt to get the key to the lift to escape to safety. Leaving the girls alone he demanded that they keep an eye on Emily for any possible hints of a transformation into a wendigo, not knowing if wendigo bites had infectious qualities. Laying back on the table eventually, Emily was cooling her own mind as she stared up at the ceiling and said, “I thought the guy with the flamethrower was going to save us….”
“We’re on our own now and we gotta be tough. Don’t give up hope,” Sam said as she was always the most level-headed among the group, figuring that there was still a chance of escape. “There’s still five of us with Jess and Matt still out there. I know they’re alive, and you have to know that too.”
“If anything that slut is probably just screwing him in the woods somewhere,” Emily scoffed as Ashley noticed the journal that belonged to the stranger that had fallen to the wendigo outside, grabbing it from the table and bringing it over to a nearby desk. Sitting herself down, Ashley glanced through the pages of information that he had gathered as he had been within the hills, hunting the multiple wendigos for quite some time. One page stood out among the rest, knowledge of the reaction to a bite from a wendigo. The girl’s eyes immediately went wide before shaking her head and muttering to herself.
“No…no…no…no….”
“What, what does it say?” Sam quickly asked, the blonde walking over to Ashley, attempting to glance over the girl’s shoulders as her friend responded.
“It says that…well…the bites…if it bites you it’s not infectious. It doesn’t do anything….”
Perking up at such wording, Emily removed her face, having been buried against her legs as Sam took the book from Ashley. “Let me see that.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Emily quickly said, alerted by such knowledge.
“Em…it says you’ll be okay…,” Ashley stuttered over her words as the had encouraged Mike to take the shot previously, believing that Emily would be undergoing a transformation into the same type of horrible monster that hunted them.
“It says what?!”
“You’re going to be fine…,” Sam interjected, attempting to calm down the situation as Emily’s blood was already beginning to boil!
“Fine?! Mike almost shot me, is that fine?!”
“He didn’t shoot you–”
“And this bitch almost let him!” Emily pointed at the culprit, stomping towards Ashley as the brunette stepped back, afraid of the current confrontation and how Emily might physically react.
“Hey that’s not fair she was scared!” Sam said, attempting to justify the actions of her friend.
“I’m the one who’s scared!”
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry Emily! I didn’t know what was going to happen! None of us knew!”
“There’s no excu—there’s no excuse for this!”
“Emily, please just try to understand!” Ashley said as Emily turned around and began walking away, the latter overloaded by anger and frustration towards her, reaching her ultimate boiling point as she had nearly been executed due to Ashley’s assumptions.
“Understand the inside of my stomach, bitch!” Emily spun around quickly, latching into Ashley’s shoulders with her hands and pulling the girl forward while opening her mouth wide, the gaping maw opening wider than any human realistically should! Ashley could only scream for a mere moment before her entire head was shoved into the cavernous hole, Emily taking the first enormous swallow as Sam almost froze up in shock over the sudden development!
“E–Emily stop! Let her go!” was all that she could muster, unable to even question how this was possible as her fight or flight response was initiating, deciding to attempt to save her friend from such a perilous fate! Wrapping her arms and hands around the hips of Ashley, Sam funneled all of her strength to try and free her friend from the sudden predator yet Emily’s own anger and gluttony was overpowering her as well, the combined strength of both girls unable to stop the swallowing process!
Instead once Ashley’s face had been pulled into the gullet of the black-haired woman of fury, Emily reached farther around to grasp onto Sam’s hips, pulling her forward as Ashley’s figure was sandwiched between both girls. “Wait, no! Emily, just take a second and think about thi—MMPH!” The worse for Sam had come as Emily’s mouth merely stretched even wider to devour the head of her friend as well, now simultaneously swallowing the both of them whole without so much as a second thought. She didn’t know what had come over her nor did she really care as this living nightmare had taken so much out of her, the previous chase she had been a victim of causing an extreme adrenaline release. The girl had been immensely hungry right after the fact yet rather than facing the inside of the refrigerator upstairs she had been facing the other side of a gun barrel, something neither Ashley advocated against, let alone Sam intervened enough to prevent a possible death. To Emily the two of them were better off as food and nourishment for herself, a proper reward after having quite literally escaped death earlier, the girl’s throat bulging out immensely due to two entire human beings being funneled downward its moist pathway.
The wendigos weren’t the biggest threat of safety at the current moment as it was Emily herself, gorging on the duo as soon her stomach was beginning to expand to accommodate so much meat heading into its confines, awaiting a fulfilling meal after so much stress and physical exhaustion. To Emily’s own surprise the two girls were delicious, unable to decipher which one tasted more gratifying than the other. Perhaps it was the scrumptious payback for Ashley’s actions, or just the fact that Sam’s ample butt was so delightful against the tongue within those athletic pants of hers. Regardless they were both fittingly tasty for Emily’s ravenous appetite, the orb of flesh that was her belly growing over the waistline of her black pants as both girls were slowly but surely stuffed inside the vile prison. The more that disappeared of the two, the easier it was for Emily to swallow as the amount of resistance diminished with each movement of her gullet. Eventually lifting both of them into the air, Emily was forced backward as she leaned up against the table she previously coward upon, utilizing it as a support system as the final bits of Ashley and Sam vanished away into her enormous stomach. With the two pairs of shoes out of sight and out of mind, simply pushed through her luscious lips, Emily took the last gulp as their fate was sealed and her hunger was sated.
“URRRRRRRRRRRRRRAP!” the entire nearby forest practically shook at the sound of such a profound belch as Emily purged any and all pent up unnecessary gas from inside the stomach, her two entrees having been deposited into her gut. “Didn’t think you were stupid enough to try and get in my way, Sam. Holy cannoli though you two were way more delicious than I thought, let alone filling! And a two for one? I can’t be too pissed about that, so thanks, Sam!” she mocked her secondary meal, a smirk forming on her face as she ran her hands across the sides of her stomach. Expecting to be disgusted by the future size of her midriff, Emily instead felt incredibly proud, the sensations of their fruitless struggling only amplifying such emotions. “Can’t imagine what you two are going to do to my waistline though. But then again, just another excuse for me to go shopping so Matt better get his ass back here soon since it’s going to be on his bill!” Drumming her fingers upon her groaning stomach, it was already beginning to settle itself to engage the digestion process, breaking down the prey inside into plenty of fat, calories, and nutrients that would absorb into its owner’s figure. “But for now I really need to freshen up after all this crap. If I even fit inside the shower….”
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Heading upstairs back into the main area of the cabin, Emily continued to absent-mindedly rub and tend to her stomach, it holstering its meals impressively well considering that Emily had never swallowed someone whole before, let alone two, or even pondered the idea beforehand. Her ego was as bloated as the belly that fueled it, seeing this as just another well-deserved meal before something caught her attention. Lugging herself and her weight up the stairs was no easy feat, having to grab the arm rail for support as each upward step caused her stomach to slosh and groan loudly, the digestive juices coating the prey trapped within as Emily could hear the sound of running water coming from inside the bathroom. “What the hell…? Is that skank really back?”
Inside the bathroom was Jess, having just dealt with her own wendigo encounters the blonde was planning to attempt to patch herself up with whatever medical supplies were in the bathroom but first she wished to utilize the shower to clean herself off. The warm water was a blessing and a curse, her wounds still making her feel vastly uncomfortable while the temperature of the shower contrasted against the cruel cold of the outside, having just been within her underwear and a coat she found within the mine shaft she had outran the wendigo in earlier. Sighing, she leaned against the shower wall, having forgot to lock the bathroom door in her haste for comfort as Emily simply let herself in, slipping in stomach-first through the doorway as she recognized the blurred image of Jess’s naked figure within the shower stall. “Absolutely not fitting in there…but I could go for dessert I guess…,” Emily said as herself and Jess had been at each other’s necks earlier, Mike’s new girlfriend getting under her skin, something Emily planned for her to do quite literally. “Hope you’ve had just a shitty evening as I’ve had cause it’s only about to get a whole lot worse!” Emily yelled as she grabbed the shower door, forcing it open as Jess screamed out in surprise before being silenced by Emily’s mouth closing right over her entire noggin in just one swallow, pulling Jess away from the running water in order to keep herself and her well-kept hair free from the liquid.
Not even caring for the fact that Jess was battered, bruised, and somewhat bloody from the scratches she suffered earlier, Emily just continued to devour and swallow, stepping backward as Jess was pulled up and out of the shower and onto the stomach that contained the other fighting girls, screaming for help, only to be muffled by the layer of Emily that separated them from the outside world. Another enactment of revenge, Emily was feeling as full of herself as she was full of the others, throat expanding and bulging outward once again as Jess’s body was slurped up with extreme ease. Exhausted from her fight against terror, the blonde could do nothing against Emily’s voracious assault as she weakly kicked and squirmed against the stomach underneath her that growled in hunger once Emily receive a taste of her rival’s flavor. “Maybe blondes do taste the best…?” Emily thought to herself, letting out a muffled smug chuckle as her mouth was filling with the torso of her meal, Jess’s exposed hips finding themselves grabbed by the lips of her captor. “Surprised you’re not enjoying this, slut!” Emily mentally insulted her portion of grub, having no remorse or sympathy as those curvy hips slipped through her mouth to meet their end inside her stomach. All that remained were the two legs of Jess, being nothing against the appetite that consumed them as well, allowing gravity to simply allow them to slide downwards without any further resistance as Jess had entirely exhausted herself, unwillingly accepting her face as she was out of fuel. With the toes of her foe gone from sight, Emily swallowed one final time and traced the lowering bulge within her throat with her fingers, finalizing her third portion of girl and completing her grand feast.
“Right where you belong, slut. Don’t worry, it’s much warmer in my gut than it is out there I think!” she taunted her prey before slapping the top of her stomach, further demeaning the three inside her that were destined to be gurgled away. Catching a look at herself within the mirror above the sink, Emily groaned a bit before shaking her head and saying, “Ugh, I look like a total mess. Well I’ve got all the time in the world now while you three digest so I guess I can get some makeup done.” Waddling over to the mirror, Emily grabbed some of her makeup supplies she had set up within the bathroom and quickly got to work, deciding to touch up her mascara, something she always enjoyed doing especially for the end results. Keeping as still as possible, the makeup process for her was meticulous given that she wanted to look as beautiful as possible yet this was challenging due to her resisting meals. Sam, Ashley, and Jess continued to combine their forces in an attempt to escape from doom, yet all the three did was cause the stomach to jostle about slightly and in turn interrupt Emily’s own beautification process. “Can you bitches just stop moving and digest already? You’re messing up my mascara, dammit!” the predator yelled downwards towards her captives, the girl’s spunky attitude showing further especially in her role as an apex predator. “Don’t be so damn bitter over this so just shut the hell up and become fat or whatever already! I’m definitely not going to miss any of you!”
Her stomach merely groaned and gurgled in response to the insults and lack of care for their lives as Emily wanted nothing more than them to quit their resistance for just a few minutes to allow herself to complete her task. Rolling her eyes, the young woman leaned back towards the mirror and continued, occasionally delivering a harsh slap to the side of her writhing belly or angrily cursing at the girls inside her.
“And…done!” Emily announced before clipping her makeup case closed and turning herself around, looking downward at her oversized middle. “Now time to kick back and let my stomach finish dealing with you three. My only regret is that I can’t eat you all over again for being such a pain in my ass,” she scoffed before heading to her bedroom with her stomach in tow, the organ constantly producing a symphony of digestion noises from the sloshing acidic liquids to the general groaning of the stomach doing its hardest to compensate for such an appetite.
Humming to herself, Emily sat herself down upon the bed, the mattress sinking underneath her incredible combined weight of four women with her back against the wooden frame. “Curious how big I’m going to get still. Are you gonna make my boobs huge, my ass, my thighs, or what? Something tells me my belly is going to stay plenty fat but I don’t know…I’m kind of liking this look on me. Almost a shame to digest you all. Almost.”
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“Do you have any idea what might have happened to your friends Sam, Jessica, and Ashley?”
“Nah…I don’t know. They’re probably dead or something. Anyway, can I leave now?” Now present within a police station, Emily was being questioned by one of the many investigators as the three girls she had swallowed alive had been officially reported missing, the stories of the wendigo not being something the authorities would easily believe. Instead she chose to not unveil any of her sightings, figuring this would wrap up the questioning process as quickly as possible. Having digested her fellow cabin-dwellers, Emily’s form had fattened up tremendously as the once slim girl had ballooned into an incredibly curvaceous and corpulent beauty. Grabbing the waistline of her pants, Emily struggled to keep them up and over her new massive hips as the top of her rear-end was constantly being exposed due to the imposing size increase. Hiking her pants up once again, this time the seams upon the black jeans were beginning to give away, tearing slightly in order to compensate for the clothing containing such a fat lower body.
“Listen I know you want to know what happened and all but I’m starving and after the mess up on that mountain I’m trying to get out of here,” Emily continued as she had her cellphone out, using it to search for any nearby places to eat, specifically any all-you-can-eat buffets to curb her already resurfaced appetite. After having swallowed and digested the three girls, Emily felt a new hunger form within her, sending her boyfriend Matt a text message who was fortunate enough to have made it out alive as well. [“Finish up talking to these clowns so u can take me out to eat, Im starving. All-you-can-eat too! Treat me well!”] Another growl emitted from her fat stomach, the gut having retained a good amount of size post-digestion which caused her sweater to push upward, let alone her fuller and rounder breasts causing it to reveal more of her midriff as well.
“Y–Yes if there’s nothing else you have for us, you can go. But if you manage to remember anythi–.”
“Yeah, yeah, call you. I get it. See ya.” Emily responded quickly, cutting off the police officer before heading back outside and stretching her arms before pulling her jeans up and over her huge butt once again. “Hope Matt’s checking account is ready to give me a whole new wardrobe,” she chuckled, “As I’m definitely going to need to replace all of my stuff. And if anyone else pisses me off? Just another brand new set of clothes for me, no biggie. Goddamn shame I couldn’t eat that chubby investigator….”