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She too shy to talk to her crush, obviously. So instead she picks off their friends and family members one by one. Some go down her throat, some up her ass, others down her cock to be made into either piss or cum.

Finally, her crush is all alone. They've seen her a few times by now. She kinda sticks out in a crowd, with tits overflowing from her G cup bra and an ass that claps at the slightest movement.

She's noticed the glances they steal, looking at her. Surely they're appreciating her new growth!

One day. When they're making their daily walk back home. She makes her move.

Jumping out from behind a tree, she grabs them from behind. She buries the back of their head into her cleavage. With her free hand she covers their face with a rag soaked in chloroform.

She smiles, cooing softly to them.

You wake up in a bedroom you don't recognize. Plushies and pillows cover the bed. An old TV sits in the center of the room, facing you.

You try to move, but your body won't respond. Try as you might, you're unable to do anything more than turning your head a few inches to one side.

The door opens. That strange woman that's been following you around walks in. She's wearing nothing but a stained t-shirt that barely covers the top of her tits.

"O-oh! Oh you're awake!"

She looks down at her shirt. She pulls it downwards, trying to cover herself with it and fails miserably.

"S-sorry... I haven't done laundry in awhile. I've been.... busy.... and my clothes from earlier were kinda s-sweaty... but I have something to s-show you!"

She practically skips over to the tv. Grabbing a VHS tape off the nearby shelf, she bends down to insert it into the VCR. You can tell she's purposefully shaking her rear far more than is necessary, sending soft ripples through its surface.

She starts the tape and sprints over to you. She jumps on the bed, causing it to groan loudly. As she lays down next to you, one of her massive breasts falls onto your face, covering it entirely.

"S-sorry. I'm not used to how b-big they are... but look, watch!"

She excitedly points at the TV

A title card slowly fades in. Its purple, covered in hearts and cute characters.

In the center of the screen. Is your partners name.

The tape starts with the view of a writhing, squirming stomach. Hands, feet, and even a face can be seen pressing against the taut skin.

The sounds of the stomach are overwhelming, occasionally peaking the mic of whatever handheld device is being used to record this. In the few moments where its not absolutely deafening, quiet screams can be heard.

"Fuck you! You thought you could steal them from me?! You thought you could hurt them?! Not anymore! Never again!"

The camera pans, swinging over to a full length mirror. In the reflection you see the woman that's been stalking you.

She's much, much smaller, all around. She can't weigh much more than a hundred pounds. Well, on an empty stomach at least.

The woman turns to look at you now.

"T-they were the first one I took! Look how much smaller I was...... b-but wait! Here's the best part!"

On the TV, the woman suddenly lifts her hand to her mouth, a slightly strained look on her face.

*BWOOOOOORRPPPP*

The burp is loud enough that it literally shakes the mirror. As it trails on, you can see the woman's stomach tightening. Your partners form is clearly visible.

Then. Their form becomes less defined. Not because the stomach is relaxing again. No. Your partners body is melting.

On the TV, the woman lets out a quiet "fuck..." her face flushed. She rubs her now much more rounded, much smaller stomach, making small circles.

Next to you, that same monster hits the pause button.

"W-wasn't that so cool! I f-felt her die right there. I-inside me! And when she started trickling into my i-intestines... god..."

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her hand drift down between her legs.

"But don't worry! We've got a l-lot more to watch together!"

Her free hand motions towards the shelf. You didn't notice it before.

There are. Dozens of tapes. Each one with a name on it. Some have multiple "episodes", presumably because they were too long to fit on one tape.

Your friends. Your ex-partners. Your old teachers. Even your fucking babysitter from when you were five. Everyone you've ever known, their names written on a tape and covered in sparkly stickers.

The woman's moaning softly now, seemingly trying to cover up what she's very obviously doing.

She grabs your hand, putting it on her breast. Its soft. So soft. You can barely move your fingers but they still sink into the pillowy flesh without the slightest resistance.