chapter 3

Randy practically ran upstairs and was back moments later carrying the jug from his blender and a funnel attached to a rubber hose. Inside the blender was a thick brown liquid that looked like chocolate milkshake, a fact that Randy confirmed just seconds later, “This is what I like to call my Blubber Builder Brew! I’ve taken your favourite iced coffee order, the one with all the whipped cream and caramel syrup, and I’ve added heavy cream, melted ice cream, butter, coconut oil and five candy bars, not to mention three scoops of protein powder and two milkshakes from that greasy burger place just down the block. I estimate this little concoction alone should pack on two pounds of blubber onto that sweet little figure of yours, any remarks before I pour this down your gullet?”

Cleo just sighed, “Can you hurry up please? I asked for a drink, not a monologue.”

Randy was almost incensed at her response and furiously jammed the end of the hose in Cleo’s mouth, I’d take a deep breath if I were you because I’m not going to stop pouring this until it’s finished!” he sneered as he started pouring the thick liquid into the funnel.

As he poured, he couldn’t help but be frustrated by Cleo’s unperturbed demeanour, she simply continued to suck the mixture down as though it didn’t bother her at all, idly rolling her eyes as she swallowed instead of making eye contact with him.

Once the shake was exhausted, he removed the hose from her mouth, he had expected her to be in a great deal of pain with how much he had stuffed into her but she simply looked towards the bakery tray, “I suppose you want me to finish those pastries?” she asked as though it were no big deal.

“Err yeah... yes, yes, I do! So that you’ll get fatter that much faster!” he replied, trying to sound as though he was still in complete control.

“Okay then.” was all Cleo replied and soon enough she was finishing up the last of the pastries.



“I don’t believe this! Why aren’t you begging for mercy?!” raged Randy as the last of the pastries was consumed by his prisoner.

“What do you mean?” asked Cleo innocently.

“I’ve just crammed enough pastries to feed the lunchtime rush into you on top of 2 litres of the most fattening beverage I can think of and you’re acting as though it was just a light snack! What gives?!”

“Oh! That?! I can tell you but you’ll have to come a little closer.”

Randy approached his captive when suddenly two tendrils shot out of her mouth and gripped him firmly by the arms.

“What the hell?!” he shrieked “What are you doing?! What are you?!”

“Oh Randy, try not to struggle, I can assure you that escape is impossible now.” she replied as the tendrils lifted him into the air. “The reason all of that looked like a light snack for me was because it was.”

As Randy squealed and struggled fruitlessly Cleo’s mandible unhinged and she leaned the chair back, tilting her head to make what was about to happen as easy as possible. Randy writhed and kicked his feet as he was lowered towards Cleo’s awaiting maw, she easily wrapped her mouth around his head as he began to scream muffled protests but it was already too late.

Cleo didn’t chew her unwitting prey, instead pushing his head further down her gullet as she stretched out her cheeks to encapsulate his shoulders. She giggled as she swallowed his fingers, their desperate attempts to grab onto anything to stop the process were no more than a slight tickle to her.

Randy’s head had reached her stomach by the time she had begun to ingest his knees and this caused her abdomen to swell as though she were 6 months pregnant and the seams on the top she was wearing split all at once, “Oops.” she thought, “There’s a good reason I normally do this naked.”

After she had finished swallowing his feet, her mandible reattached just in time for her to let out a massive belch, “Pardon me.” she said demurely, as if her monstrous gut wasn’t hanging out for all to see. She easily snapped the ropes that were holding her in place and stood up, holding her hand to her lower back for support. “As I was saying, I generally prefer my men with a bit more meat on the bone but I suppose you’ll do after all of those pastries and weight gain shake you gave me.” she patted her huge stomach as though Randy could still hear her but it was way too late for that. Digestion had already begun and over the course of the next 24 hours he’d provide sustenance for her just as so many others had before him.

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