Focus

The girl with auburn hair and twin braids trailed the other through the woods, sneakers crunching in the dirt. The one in front—shorter, softer, with a round middle that jiggled with each step—didn’t notice she was being followed. At least, not until the auburn-haired girl spoke.

“I love them chubby and juicy,” she said, grinning as she leaned against a tree. “I could just eat you up.”

The other girl turned, eyebrows up, smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh?" She cocked her head, amused thinking this girl was flirting. “I’d like to see you try.”

That was all the invitation needed. The auburn-haired girl guided her behind a tree, hands light on her shoulders, and then her jaw unhinged wide. The soft girl barely had time to gasp before she was engulfed, legs kicking, arms pushing against the throat swallowing her down. With each gulp the auburn-haired girl’s belly swelled, the blue workout pants stretching tighter around her hips. By the time the last of her prey slid inside, her stomach bulged out heavy and round, twitching with muffled struggles from within. She gave it a pat, skin pulled taut, and let out a satisfied sigh.

But then she froze. Two guys were standing at the edge of the clearing, staring wide-eyed at her swollen, thrashing belly. They stepped forward slowly, like they weren’t sure if they’d just hallucinated.

“Hey,” she said casually, pointing past them. “What’s that behind you?”

They turned without thinking. Rookie mistake. She lunged, mouth stretching impossibly wide, and swallowed the closer one in a messy rush, his kicks bulging out against her middle before vanishing inside. The second tried to bolt, but she barreled forward, belly smacking into him and knocking him flat in the dirt. With a grunt, she forced him down her gullet too, her belly ballooning even further, stuffed with three sets of writhing limbs pressing out from the inside.

She staggered, groaning, each step dragging the massive orb that hung from her front. The bottom scraped against the ground, streaks of dirt smearing across the tight skin. Every movement from inside made her wince, her stretched middle rippling and shifting. “Damn it…” she muttered, hauling herself deeper into the woods. “Overdoing it again. Need to watch my surroundings, not just my dinner.”

By the time she disappeared into the trees, her stomach was dirty on the bottom, a taut globe twitching and bulging with motion, her belly sliding in the soil as she dragged it along.