“Really? You're still fine in there?” Stacy asked.

“My clothes are practically non-existant but yeah nothing worse than a mild sunburn” A voice from Stacy's gut said.

“Wow, you really did it then. That's my entire route. You're very resilient Julie, wanna come out now?” Stacy asked as she put the bus in park and turned off the engine.

“I could stay in while you drive me home!” Julie suggested.

“My bus is one thing but my car does NOT have the room for two in the driver's seat!” Stacy said chuckling.

“Ah, darn, well bring me out then.” Julie said.

The next few minutes were always the most awkward part. As Stacy regurgitated the nineteen year old girl up and out of her gut. Her skirt and shirt gone, panties tattered and bra hanging off her, supporting and covering nothing at this point. Her usually white skin was a bit red as if flushed but she was no worse for wear after the 4 hour bus route.

“Got your spare clothes?” Stacy asked.

“In a locker at the bus station.” Julie replied and Stacy rolled her eyes.

“You could just hand them to me when you get on you know.” Stacy said.

“I sort of like the walk of shame” Julie answered as she strode towards the station. Casual and confident as if she were walking down the street in her Sunday's best.

“Exhibitionists...” Stacy muttered and walked with her as she tried to hide the slight smirk on her face. After all Julie did look the best when she came out of a stomach, her well muscled, toned and slim body glistening with leftover stomach juices, tattered clothing a testament to the grinding she'd gone through. Even the few bruises on her, especially that one on her B-cup breasts were slightly alluring. Her blonde hair matted to her head and discolored by the enzymes. Stacy kept a few steps back to stare. The sight made her want to swallow the girl back down and finish the job.

Julie got dressed again in the bathroom with only a few gropes and grabs from Stacy before they were driving back to Julie's place in Stacy's car.

“Sure you don't want to come up? We only ever fool around at your place!” Julie complained and tugged on Stacy's arm.

Stacy cringed.

“Your place just reminds me of him y'know? Dumped him right in that Alley there.” Stacy said.

“You still remember that? God when was that? How long ago years? What was his name even? He was really just a hookup on an app for me. We had plans but yeah.” Julie said struggling to recall.

“Zack. He was Zack. It was two years ago.” Stacy said and her hand clasped around the two hairs above her left eye that she'd dyed with his remains back then. There were several dozen more dyed beyond his now too but she vividly remembered his last day still. How it hadn't gone as she'd planned or hoped.

“Sorry I guess he meant a lot more to you than me. Fatal fuck buddies like we were... We just don't get close y'know? Counter-intuitive and all.” Julie said.

“I get it... Prepared for the new route Monday? Excited?” Stacy asked and Julie lit up brightly in the face.

“Packed up everything I own into boxes, ended my apartment lease, I've got condolence cards written for myself and ready to mail before I leave!” Julie said excitedly.

“Oh so you've been getting all your affairs in order then? You're expecting a certain outcome of riding inside me for the new route?” Stacy teased.

“Well the destination is Inverness right?” Julie said and poked Stacy's pudge with an elbow, making her jiggle.

Stacy nodded then looked down at herself. She was as round or rounder than ever. Her bus driver jumpsuit was new since she had to go another size up. Her breasts were small watermelons now and her butt cheeks were giving beach balls a run for their money, not to mention the third beach ball of a gut she sported. In the wake of losing Zack she binged on a few of her other long term conquests. They weighed heavily on her wobbly frame. She sighed wondering if she'd ever slim down, and thought not with her sedentary job in a driver seat all day.

“I mean it's Inverness! That's at least 10 hours from here! More than double this route's time in your gut. And I mean Zack only lasted like 2 and a half hours! How much more resilient can I be?” Julie asked and Stacy shrugged.

“So you're thinking this might be the one then? The ride to do you in?” Stacy asked and grinned.

“You're staying overnight there right?” Julie asked.

“Yup, the company even pays for the cheap motel and I make a return trip the next morning.” Stacy answered.

“Well I didn't even book a hotel for that night because I doubt I'll need it~” Julie announced as she put a hand to Stacy's stomach and rubbed there.

Stacy smiled and shrugged.

“Well I guess 10 hours *is* a lot longer than 4.” Stacy admitted before chuckling and playfully pushing Julie.

“You're probably right actually, I'm just being skeptical because the resilient ones like you are always so cocky they think that they can last just about forever in there. It's fun to see that bravado crumble along with them. You're smart though, it's like you said. You probably won't make it through this one.” Stacy elaborated.

“It all goes to shit at some point doesn't it?” Julie asked with wonder in her eyes.

Stacy nodded.

“In more ways than one... It happens all at once usually. Whatever oil your skin produces to keep you mostly safe from acids gets eaten through and then the resilient ones just go to pieces, much like those hole ridden-swiss cheese looking panties you still have on. Why don't you bring changes for those girl?” Stacy asked and shook her head.

“What?! I like how they feel after you've half digested them, they're all soggy with your juices and mine~ It's sexy!” Julie said.

“Sounds uncomfortable.”

“It is! Which is why I love it! Reminds me of being all cramped up in you!” Julie said brightly.

“I'll never get prey.” Stacy muttered as she pulled up to Julie's place.

“Don't have to, you just have to eat us to please us.” Julie said and gave Stacy a peck on the cheek before getting out of the car.

“Monday morning! 7:30am!” Stacy shouted after Julie.

“Wouldn't be caught dead missing it! But I will be caught and dead by the end!” Julie said and winked back at her.

Stacy shook her head at the terrible joke before pulling away and heading home.

…

As Stacy pulled into her driveway she snickered. There was motion in the front window across the street. Then like clockwork as she exited her car the neighbor girl was walking out to take the trash cans out to the curb. Never mind that trash day was two more days from now...

“Good Evening Penny” Stacy offered, knowing the girl wanted an excuse, any excuse to come talk with her.

“Hi Mrs Scrapple! How are you?” Penny called back as she approached. Stacy raised her eyebrows at the use of her last name.

“Parents watching Penny?” Stacy asked.

“Like hawks, but they can't hear us if we aren't shouting Stacy.” Penny said and Stacy grinned at her, she much preferred being on a first name basis with any potential prey. Which petite young Penny definitely was.

“Well I can't blame them since your brother stopped coming by to bake cookies with me~” Stacy said with a chuckle knowing full well it would make Penny red in the face.

“How many years did you actually bake cookies with him? Cause I know that's not what you were doing the last few months before you baked him into your homemade fudge lump! No one comes home looking that satisfied from baking cookies!” Penny said and crossed her arms.

She played up looking frustrated with Stacy well. The act apparently had Penny's parents fooled into thinking Penny was rather upset with Stacy for having eaten her brother a year and six months past when Stacy was still binging. She had been upset at first but Stacy had soothed that loss over time into an interest over why her brother had given himself to Stacy.

“Well if you must know~ We stopped baking cookies around when he was 16.” Stacy said.

“I knew it! You seductress!” Penny accused.

“Oh Penny! I wasn't screwing him until he was 18! I might have swallowed him a few times after he turned 17 though” Stacy recollected and tapped her chin as she stared into the middle distance.

“What could you have possibly been doing then?” Penny asked.

“Welllll I ended up showing him my albums.” Stacy confessed.

“Your... albums? Forgive me that sounds too boring to catch a 16 year old's attention you must've had nudes-”

“You misunderstand again Penny. I have an album which I keep record of all my prey with. We were going through that. I was telling him about each one.” Stacy said interrupting her.

“Every... one? Is he even...” Penny asked.

“Is your brother featured? Oh yes, he's in there. I've kept a spot next to him open as well, you know just in case anyone relevant to him follows him into me. Like a friend, former girlfriend...Close family”Stacy teased and Penny fidgeted where she stood.

“So that's how you got him interested...” Penny said and Stacy snickered.

“Oh I can't take credit for that either. I would ask him how school was going all the time. One day he made the comment that he wanted to know what pred girls think of prey guys. He had an adorable crush you know on the Blanchette girl!” Stacy said and Penny's eyes widened a bit. She hadn't known that.

“Just wild right? I know! She was a little monster! Ate everyone in her path before she went after that high school teacher and got turned to tits for assaulting her! Anyways, this was before that and he asked me. So I opened up my albums and showed him all the prey boys I've had over the years. I told him just what I thought of them, why I liked them, what attracted me to them, what made me hungry for them or made me not want to eat them. I gave him exactly what he asked for.” Stacy said nodding.

“And then he fell for you.” Penny stated and Stacy shrugged.

“I just seem to have that alluring effect on people sometimes~” Stacy said and perked her breasts up to make a point, her jumpsuit was unzipped a bit for comfort as well as seduction. Penny blushed as she stared at the cleavage for a moment.

“S-so what poor man did you put on those sweater puppies today?” Penny stated loud enough for her parents to hear in case they were still listening or watching.

Stacy chuckled in response.

“No seriously, they look bigger, anyone else taking the night bus with you today?” Penny asked more discretely.

“Oh Penny! You know I work slow! I haven't had anyone today!” Stacy said in a matter of fact tone.

“But even if I had, I'm not the kind of pred to shit and tell!” Stacy said which elicited a laugh from Penny. She stifled her reaction quickly though.

“You're so funny Stacy, and pretty, and just hot with all those curves. I wish I could be like you sometimes.” Penny said.

“Oh you don't mean that!” Stacy said and waved a dismissive hand.

“I really do though! I mean you're like what? 35 years old?” Penny asked.

“42 and a half actually, but thank you~” Stacy corrected.

“Whatever, it's like this though, half of prey don't make it past 30 let alone 42 and a half. We celebrate half year birthdays cause we know we won't have that many. I wish I could survive to be that old, live a full life like you. I wish my pussy wouldn't start drooling and salivating whenever a hot herm looks like they wanna pump and dump me” Penny said and looked up defiantly at Stacy, she was pouting over her lot in life as being born prey.

Stacy put a hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Well we could always put an end to your troubles if you come in with me. You could be indirectly living a life like mine by merging your body with me~” Stacy said and winked.

Penny's expression melted for a moment, she nearly swooned at Stacy's touch before regaining composure. It was adorable to Stacy, the girl was trying so hard to fight her prey born instincts.

“I-I couldn't... Mom and Dad... They're expecting so much from me now. They're some of the most long lived prey ever almost as old as you! They're prey rights activists and after bro went and fed himself to you... It's all on me now...” Penny said trailing off.

“Well if you ask me they should not expect anything from their children except to live or die how they'd like to. I'm not going to try and sway you either way though Penny.” Stacy said and patted her on the head.

“I believe in Prey rights too, which means you get to choose. So being like your parents and resisting the digestion urge is a completely valid decision.” Stacy said and Penny nodded.

“But don't be worried about the aftermath of any decision you do make. Even if it isn't with me. If you're gone someday I'll explain it to your parents, what you were wrestling with. How much you've been yearning for a churning.” Stacy said.

“I couldn't make you do that Stacy! I'd feel guilty!” Penny protested.

“Oh hush, you wouldn't be alive to feel guilt Penny! Not alive to worry or fret that cute yummy freckled face of yours.” Stacy said and Penny couldn't help but beam and giggle at the compliment.

“Besides I already explained it once to your parents about your brother. I'd say it went rather well, I've seen your father's speeches, he's fierce. And your mother whipped up quite the storm at the PTA meetings I hear after that student got digestive detention for speaking without raising his hand. And despite how vehemently they fight for prey rights neither of them even raised their voices to me!” Stacy said, nodded and grinned.

“Were they scared of you? They sent me away when you came over.” Penny asked.

“Not at all, I explained to them how he'd been behaving the past five years. His interests, crushes, preferences in girls. And they know me, I don't come home with a guy on my hips everyday. I waited a good long time for your brother to be ready to die. The note he left them helped as well I suppose though...” Stacy said and tapped her chin again in thought.

“There was a note? What did it say? Was I in it?” Penny asked in rapid fire.

“Well I only got one look at it. It had said he was coming over to my house and not coming back. He said he was sorry for what his decision would do to their reputation as activists but he couldn't pretend to be like them anymore. He said not to blame me and that Penny should be a good girl and follow him as soon as possible into Stacy's toilet” Stacy said with a shit eating grin.

Penny punched her on the shoulder.

“It did not say that!” Penny said.

“If it did would you follow your brother's wishes?”

“I might... You always did look good sunbathing, I'd had the thought before... Hold On! Did you sunbathe in the front yard on purpose?” Penny asked.

“Yes I did, for your brother's viewing pleasure. But I can start again if you'd like me to. You could even join me.” Stacy offered. Penny just fidgeted in place again, unable to make a decision if she should accept the offer.

“Either way, what your brother's note DID say about you was that he was sorry he didn't say goodbye properly, or that he didn't properly thank you for warning him about girls he didn't like wanting to eat him unwillingly. That he hoped that you'd be happy whether you went in mom and dad's footsteps or found someone like he did. He wanted you and your parents to know he was happy with his decision.” Stacy said.

“Was he though? Was he happy? In the end? A note can say one thing but once he was over here? In you? Was it the same?” Penny asked.

“Oh he was more than happy~! I've seen very few go that soupy and still be that...enthusiastic and...virile. It was hard and squirting his seed before, during and after he was mostly goo and gone! Mmmmm” Stacy said and Penny made a disgusted face.

“TMI Stacy! TMI!” Penny said as Stacy threw her head back and laughed.

“Really though I feel for your kind Penny and your predicament. For prey.” Stacy said.

“Why? Our short life spans?” Penny inquired.

“No, because of what pred media does to you during that short life.” Stacy said and Penny cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“All these ads and billboards, commercials and movies and TV. All these preds older and living long achievement filled lives. We flaunt it all in front of you, cover up the blemishes and present it like it's the best thing ever...”

“When it's something you'll never be able to achieve. It's reprehensible what they put in magazines for teen girls your age. And the bus adverts!” Stacy said and threw her hands up.

“My god, there was one the other day newly plastered in my buses interior... It was for a retirement fund! Can you believe it? What prey is going to live to 60? None! Prey men and women look at that and think they're deficient in some way, that they should be trying for that sort of thing. It's just downright insensitive to have advertisements like that when prey will see it and internalize those ideas.” Stacy said and slumped her shoulders.

“Wow Miss Stacy... My parents say some of the same things about stuff like that... That the media is all pred based and what not. I didn't know you thought like that too.” Penny said.

“Well I do, and your parents aren't wrong and I've told them so before. Prey are people as well. Very appetizing people, who taste better happy.” Stacy said and bopped Penny on the nose who giggled.

“I think I'm understanding my brother's choice better now... Why he kept coming here...” Penny said.

Stacy was about to respond but Penny put a finger to Stacy's lips to quiet her. Stacy went quiet, surprised by the bold move from a prey girl. Penny leaned in, pressed her finger in past Stacy's lips, onto Stacy's tongue. Instinct and flavor wouldn't let Stacy do anything but lap her tongue against that skin and taste the girl. Stacy purred at the salty flavor.

“I wonder if I should just feed myself to you right here.” Penny whispered. Which broke the spell as Stacy laughed and popped the finger out of her mouth.

“Oh no no no dear girl! Far too early for that. I don't know nearly enough about you. Your hopes, dreams, what you'd like to be and achieve if you ever lived into adulthood. I'd need to absorb every facet of your aspirations before I smothered them in stomach acids and dumped them in a dirty dumpster.” Stacy said with a chuckle.

Penny took a step back, held the wet finger to her chest in her other hand as she stared at Stacy with wide eyed repulsion.

“St-stacy! That was awful mean of you to say!” Penny said, recoiling from her.

“But you got a rise out of me saying it didn't you? Felt a little tingle maybe in your loins? Maybe you even want me to say it again, or elaborate just how much I'd ruin you, how I'd pervert your goals into so much steaming slop.” Stacy said stepping forward and Penny didn't step back, only breathed harder.

“Why is that alluring? Is there something wrong with me? How did you know I would feel like that?” Penny asked in rapid fire again.

Stacy shrugged.

“Don't ask me, I'm a pred. But you prey seem to like a lot of the same things. That kind of talk always riled your brother up. I figured being raised in the same household might make similar things alluring to you as well. Maybe its a result of having such achievement minded parents” Stacy said.

“There's still a lot I don't know about his relationship with you isn't there?” Penny asked.

“I guess you'll just have to keep visiting and asking about him then.” Stacy offered.

“I wouldn't be a bother?” Penny asked.

“Not at all, I'd love to tell you all about our time together. You could even join me on a bus ride or two, maybe forget your fare a few times~” Stacy said with a wink.

“I thought you already had someone filling you up while you drove the bus around town?” Penny asked.

“I'll be on a new long distance route on Monday and Tuesday. Much longer and she isn't likely to last through it. So there will be one more seat open on my bus.” Stacy said.

“I'll uhh consider it... Oh and by the way. My parents will be out this Saturday for another rally. I'll be home alone again so if you're available...” Penny said and kicked a rock.

“Wanna come over and bake cookies again? Just make sure to bring an extra set of panties this time, they got soaked last time with how wet you were.” Stacy said.

“I like them soggy though! It's squishy and just the right amount of uncomfortable!” Penny said.

“Prey girls, ugh” Stacy muttered rolling her eyes at the similar preferences of Penny and Julie.

“Until next time Penny, make sure you look like you're storming back home and terribly angry with me.” Stacy said.

“Sure thing Miss Scrapple! You're my favorite neighbor!” Penny said in well acted indignation.

For a split second Stacy could make out her parents in the upper story window. They were nodding in approval at their daughter's apparent aggression towards their son's devourer. They couldn't bring themselves to hate Stacy over the incident not with how civil Stacy was. But they would likely never be on incredibly friendly terms ever again, if only because of the reputation they had to keep up. Their daughter's occasional tirades against Stacy weren't unwelcome to hold up their reputation. Stacy didn't acknowledge them in the window. Best not to tip them off to the rouse. She might even want to keep Penny's eventual end a secret to the public if only to spare the parents. Maybe then they would see she meant them no harm.

“She'll take another year to ripen and give in, but goodness she's even easier to reel in than her brother. Those parents have no idea they've pushed their children in the exact opposite direction of survival...” Stacy said under her breath and shook her head.

…

Stacy headed into her house and hadn't even started dinner before her phone was ringing. She started muttering as her hunger mounted.

“One exception I will make on eating the unwilling is eating telemarketers on the spot if I ever have the chance! The nerve of delaying dinner hour for sales! Barbarians!” Stacy said as she approached the phone and answered in a sweet tone.

“Hello?” she said.

“Miss Scrapple, this is Mr Marshall again-”

“Mr Marshall! A pleasure to speak with you again! David's father correct? He was a good boy! Good in reference to his behavior although his taste was not unpleasant either!”

“Y-yes Again Miss Scrapple! I'm calling about my son's remains again. I would like them returned and buried in my own backyard! I insist you deliver them to me!” Mr Marshall said trying to sound insistent and authoritative. Stacy found it adorable from the timid prey man.

“Ah that again. I've told you before Mr Marshall it simply isn't in my ability to do. That boy literally dug his own grave in my backyard. He was a strong lad, those muscles took hours to break down. You can't expect a delicate woman like myself to dig six feet down and retrieve his makeshift casket! You'll just have to come over and try at digging it up again yourself.” Stacy said grinning while she twirled a dyed strand of hair on one finger. It was the hair she'd dyed for Mr Marshall's son David, she remembered exactly which one it was.

“I-I'm quite certain after... erm... Interacting with you that you could handle the physical exertion Miss Scrapple. You were quite... Physically able and...formidable.” Mr Marshall said with a nervous lilt in his voice.

“Oh, interacting? Is that what you call it? Us predator folk have a very different words for those high endurance bedroom interactions we engaged in Mr Marshall. In fact the last time you came I think you used one of them. Yes I think you exactly said 'I am here to pick up my son's remains, not to fuck you again Miss Scrapple so please direct me to your backyard and shovel' Yes that's what I think you said. We call it fucking too~!” Stacy said giggling.

“Miss Scrapple I really must insist you stop making this so hard-”

“Oooh am I making it hard even over the phone Mr Marshall~?” Stacy said. He sputtered for a few moments.

Perhaps he actually is hard on the other end if he's sputtering that much~ Stacy thought to herself and smiled.

“Well Mr Marshall you may be right. I could perhaps unearth David, but I doubt I'd still have the strength to pull his remains out. To have that kind of energy I'd need a mid way snack, and then I might as well just put that snack down there with him and cover it all up!” Stacy said and chuckled.

“N-no that wouldn't do. I... err I apologize Miss Scrapple. I shouldn't think of making a woman do all that manual labor as a man. I can do the digging. But I implore you not to be so much of a distraction, perhaps if I just dug while you were away?” he asked.

“No no no that won't do Mr Marshall. I couldn't just leave my lawn and garden's fate to someone else without my supervision! I insist I should oversee it, and the neighbors will be awfully suspicious if a strange man is digging up my backyard alone! Besides after all that work I'm sure you could use a nice massage. Especially since Mrs Marshall is no longer with us, you could use a woman's touch once in a while Mr Marshall, everyone understands!” Stacy said.

“Miss Scrapple... This is entirely inappropriate, you're making this har- err difficult. Please understand I don't think I should engage in any more one night stands with you.” he pleaded.

“The way I see it after the 7th one night stand it turns into an entirely different relationship altogether Mr Marshall. One I'm willing to entertain and even keep up a farce of remains retrieval for. I enjoy your company Mr Marshall~” Stacy said.

“Miss Scrapple even if my late wife is digested you are the woman who slaughtered my boy inside yourself, it's quite wrong for me to engage with-”

“A woman like me? The one who ate your son? The woman whose stomach you can't help but look at and have your pants tighten? I've seen that flicker of imagination, of what if you joined David, the only link to him being what's left on my body.” Stacy interrupted.

“Or is your interest in me entirely understandable? Because of my link to your boy? Tell you what Mr Marshall, come for tea on Sunday. I still haven't shown you my album pages for David.” Stacy said.

“Album?”

“Yes, if you want a connection to your son then those memories of him will be better than shoveling a few hard logs out of the ground. I'll tell you all about how he felt in his last few months. I imagine he spent more time with me than at home.” Stacy pointed out.

“He didn't say where he went... Was he with you?”

“Here with me? Yes. A lot, telling me many things. Perhaps it will help to hear them? You and his late mother were frequent topics. I think it would help to hear it” Stacy suggested.

“Perhaps.” he admitted.

“I promise not to try and drag you to bed until after the album and our talk either. But if you do stay~ Maybe I'll show you the move that he came back for, even knowing I'd eat him, the next time I did it~ It's a move I only do twice! The first and Last time~!” Stacy said with sensual syrup in her voice. She could practically hear Mr Marshall quivering on the other end.

“Right then, but I'll still want his remains back and once I've retrieved them we will not see each other again.” Mr Marshall said trying to sound stern.

“mmmhmm if you retrieve them, and if you want to~! Sunday afternoon then?” Stacy said casually, mocking his attempt to put a foot down.

“Yes Sunday works for me it's a date... err I mean that is the date, it's not... like that at all!” Mr Marshall said stumbling over himself.

“If you say so Mr Marshall, but it could be a date if you wanted it to. Just say the word, I'm entirely unopposed to having any amount of you inside me, whatever hole you'd like to utilize as well” Stacy teased.

“G-good evening then Miss Scrapple” Mr Marshall said, suddenly flustered before hanging up the phone.

“Tch, he's probably going to fap half the night. What a waste when he knows I would do more than help him with that. ” Stacy said to herself and hung up the phone too.

“Still... A few more months without his wife and I'll have him eating out of my hand. Gosh I love the reluctant ones like him and Penny~” Stacy said smiling as she headed for the kitchen.

Grrwwwwwrrrrrlllwwrrl

Stacy's stomach protested its emptiness. Especially when it had been filled with an entire girl earlier that she'd let go free.

“Shhh shhh, I know we let her go before. We'll have her Monday for sure though. Just be patient~” Stacy said and rubbed her middle as she prepared dinner.

...

“I wonder how far Zack would've made it into this trip. If I'd have ridden with him in you.” Julie asked as she approached Stacy at the bus station.

“I remember intimately how long he lasted once I stopped holding back. He would not have even made it halfway.” Stacy said shaking her head as she made checks on her new bus.

“Holding back? Have you ever held back on me?” Julie asked.

“After the first time you made it through 20 stops unscathed I actually started trying to churn you just out of curiosity. You still made it through right as rain though. If Zack were on this trip you'd be swimming in him for most of it.” Stacy said and started closing baggage compartments outside the bus.

“That would have been pretty hot actually, him melting in my hands, screwing until he was only so much stew around me~ Fucking him to mush...” Julie said.

“It depends on who it is, sometimes that's less glamorous than you'd think.” Stacy commented.

“Is that speaking from experience?” Julie probed.

“You and Zack... I think you would've been fine, well you would be fine, he'd be goo. You would have had a blast and probably used his liquefied remains as lube.” Stacy said and Julie chuckled and nodded her head in agreement.

“Only because you were just hookup partners though. Couples though? Even worse married couples? The fantasy kind of dies when your life partner is falling apart in front of you. Sometimes it works when they melt at the same rate. But if one is more resilient than the other...” Stacy said and sucked in a breath through her teeth.

“Well emotions start coming out, despair, abandonment. I've even seen one woman get furious with her husband for churning up too fast. It was almost kind of funny when she was trying to slap his sludge like corpse back to consciousness. I think she was actually the one who killed him and not me in the end. Imagine that though, being mad at someone for dying faster than you! I'll never understand prey!” Stacy said and grinned despite the grim subject.

“Well I hope you only have positive romantic experiences in the future, you've actually never told me about your love life Stacy...” Julie said.

“Yah, time for you to get strapped into your seat especially if you're about to start getting sentimental with your murderer.” Stacy said and opened her mouth.

“Well sure I'm ready to slide in, but I am serious about learning about who I'm adding to.” Julie said and Stacy paused for a moment.

“I... well alright, we can talk about me for your last ride. If that's what you really want.” Stacy said skeptically.

“It is! Clothes or no clothes?” Julie asked.

“You didn't bring a spare set, so those are your only ones if you actually get to Inverness right?” Stacy asked and Julie nodded.

“But I won't need them~” Julie said as she started stripping. She threw the garments at Stacy who caught them. She was going to leave them with her. This trip was her going all in, mentally and physically into Stacy.

“You keep them, or use them to wipe me off with. I'll be a mess! If there were enough room I'd crawl my way inside you!” Julie said as she hugged her naked form to Stacy and kissed her on the lips for a brief moment.

“Ah... Zack used to do just that when he was younger, crawl into me. I'm glad to finally churn you Julie. You'll make a good dye I'm sure.” Stacy said and opened her mouth wide.

Julie didn't make Stacy come for her. She pressed her own head forward and into Stacy's maw. If she had the room in Stacy's throat Julie would have crawled in and propelled herself but being nearly a nearly full grown woman Stacy had to take it from there.

Stacy hoisted the girl up by her pelvis, putting her arm between Julie's legs and lifting her up into the air. Julie's legs swayed in the air, kicking lightly as she was lifted under her center of gravity. Stacy's forearm felt good against her clit, pressing firmly there as she was lifted and then balanced as Stacy tilted her head back.

Stacy closed her eyes and let herself bask in the flavor of Julie as she started her descent. Stacy could have opened her throat up as if taking a shot or downing a beer bong's contents but instead she let her meal travel inside gradually, almost sensually as Stacy's lips crept over her inch by succulent inch. Stacy's teeth, tongue and lips tickled Julie, made her twitch, Stacy made especially sure to tease the girl's hard nipples as they passed the point of no return, raking her teeth over them as Julie squirmed and moaned. Stacy let out a guttural chuckle in response before really taking Julie to town.

Stacy followed up by pressing her fingers to Julie's clit and rubbing the girl to a rut. The barely legal teen gyrated her hips trying to help Stacy build up her libido to a crescendo. Stacy laughed again though as she switched tactics and instead started fingering Julie's slit. Being inside Stacy past her elbows meant Julie could do nothing but whine and quiver in disappointment until she was deposited in the stomach. The fingering was still pleasing though and building to a different climax that Stacy let the girl have as her legs twitched in response.

Julie cried out a muffled orgasm in the tight confines of Stacy's throat and stilled her body in a lazy afterglow. She slipped and slurped down to the stomach in a daze as her pussy squirted against Stacy's tongue. Stacy in turn moaned her own satisfaction at the last taste she'd probably have of Julie besides the burps she'd produce later. Stacy pressed her feet down and closed her lips over the girl, swallowing twice before her gut bounced with the impact of it's new tenant, one that might be evicted forever by the trip's end.

“That was fantastic, why have you never fingered me on the way in before?” Julie asked.

“I like to keep something up my sleeve that's special for the last time. Or else it would be an anticlimactic last swallow wouldn't it?” Stacy responded with her own question.

“I guess yah, but fuck was that good. Almost makes me wanna try and survive to do it again.” Julie said.

“That good?”

“Enough to make a prey slut have a reason to live good! Yeah!” Julie exclaimed.

“Well we'll see what 10 hours in my gut has to say about that~!” Stacy said as she climbed onto the bus and took her seat. She stowed Julie's clothes away for later whether that be for covering or wiping.

Stacy made her announcements to the passengers about the trip and where they'd be stopping and when. There was a single one hour stop on the way for going to the bathroom and retrieving meals. Stacy winked and said she'd already acquired her meal for the day while slapping her bloated gut, Julie squirmed within at the attention and a few people chuckled. Outside that they'd make no other detours so they had to plan accordingly. Stacy nodded when no one opted to make a bathroom break before they departed and settled into her driver's chair.

“Comfy?” Stacy asked down to her gut as she took the bus out of park.

“Not at all, the steering wheel is closer and compressing the space more, I'm all contorted and upside down. I'll be sore and aching in like an hour... I love it!” Julie said and Stacy rolled her eyes.

“Prey girls just don't make sense...” Stacy muttered but patted her belly all the same.

“Oooh that wrenches my arm when you do that~ Do it again, and hit every bump you can please~” Julie requested.

“My passengers might not appreciate it.” Stacy pointed out.

“Please~ It's my last time~!” Julie whined and Stacy chuckled.

“Well it's not like I can exactly swerve a lot while driving this heavy thing, and it is my first time so maybe you'll get your wish... Ooh and there's construction ahead, roads all torn up and unpaved. Your lucky day I guess. If you can call getting turned into tits lucky~” Stacy said down to her gut.

“Well for prey it's lucky especially a massive set of melons like yours. But hey about what we were talking about before... I wanna know more about the lady I'm gonna die inside just to fatten her up.” Julie said.

“Alright what do you wanna know?” Stacy asked, not knowing where to take this conversation. She was more used to teasing prey than talking about herself.

“Well I'm guessing you don't have a long term partner... Have you ever been with someone long? Like as in you both wanted it to last forever? Like marriage.” Julie asked.

“Not for a long time, not since I was a teenager. I figured out real fast that having a prey life partner wouldn't work for me.” Stacy answered.

“Why not?”

“The more I get attached, the more I'm aroused at the thought of eating them. And the more attached to me they are, the more enjoyable it is to eat them, to feel that reversal of expectations almost like betrayal but I tell all my prey what I intend. Which feels kind of cruel but also satisfying. If I got married the urge to eat them would tear me apart until I divorced them in a messy way.” Stacy answered.

“Ha! It would be kind of funny to watch you squirm! I would've married you to see that!” Julie said and Stacy gave her stomach a playful slap in retaliation. Which only made Julie tremble in glee at the discomfort.

“What about with another pred though? Ever considered going long term with one?” Julie asked.

“I'm just way too different from most preds in my attitude towards prey. I've tried but it just doesn't work out, I get angry at how they treat their meals and they get jealous of how well I treat mine. But I'm only treating them like people. Me and other preds are like oil and water sometimes. I keep my distance.” Stacy said.

“Huh, didn't know you were on bad terms with other preds.” Julie commented.

“Yeah, I've cut a lot of ties. I don't understand prey at all sometimes but you're far more enjoyable to spend my time with, and not just because you feel good inside me and taste nice!” Stacy said with a snicker.

“How do I rank up though? As a prey? Marriage material? To have and to hold in your gut? Til digestion do us part?” Julie asked.

“Sorry hun but you're actually pretty low tier satisfaction for me!” Stacy responded.

“Ouch! That hurt worse than any of your acids ever have!” Julie said.

“Sorry but it is what it is. You're like my rebound girl. I was really looking forward to savoring Zack, I'd helped raise that boy in childhood, molded him a little to be prey and expressly my prey. I'd sort of lead him into wanting to be my jiggle. I was going to stretch that out for a few more years...” Stacy said and shook her head.

“Then one protest goes and ruins the whole thing and you had to eat your cookie dough before you got to bake it huh?” Julie asked.

“Yup, which sort of had me down but then you popped right up as a consequence of melting him prematurely. Which really helped to ease that frustration, but you were only ever really a rebound girl. I was never going to get the same satisfaction in downing you as I would for a boy I helped raise into a full size man. And having submitting to me... Mmm amazing. A man I raised from a boy submitting to me? Can't think of anything more delicious. He was gonna be my masterpiece meal.” Stacy said and sighed.

“Ah... I think I get it.” Julie said and went silent for a moment.

“You've got your merits though. You're completely enthusiastic about how you're going to end up. I've enjoyed how stupidly resistant you are to acids too. It's been entertaining and I've been able to be less careful with you than I would have to be for more delicate prey. And also you're uniquely intelligent, I like a willing meal with a brain. Makes me really feel like I'm destroying something of value~” Stacy said.

“Well thank you! I like to think I'm really going to waste as well~!” Julie responded.

“Speaking of which... Did any of the universities respond to your applications? That'd make churning you all the more tantalizing~” Stacy asked and wiggled her gut to shake Julie up a bit.

“Manchester rejected me, but Cambridge accepted me and offered a scholarship and Oxford offered a full ride after their scout saw me win the county 10 kilometer in a half hour.” Julie stated proudly.

“So I'm robbing the world of a track star too then! Yum! And just so I can cushion my fat butt on this seat for hours on end too! All that active and fit muscle turned into shit and sedentary ass fat! Mmm MMM!” Stacy said and licked her lips.

“That's quite the future you had ahead of you young lady! Sure you want to stay in there?” Stacy continued.

“Positive, that future is behind me since I boarded this bus without a return ticket. I'm on a one way trip.” Julie said giggling.

“You were salty tasting on the way in too. Did you actually exercise this morning knowing you'd be gone by night?” Stacy asked.

“Guilty! I've actually been going at my drills harder, improving my times, I could've gotten a spotter for a national record in the 5 kilometer. I really want to be a tragedy of a turd, I accepted the full ride even!” Julie said excitedly.

“Does devastating a promising future make this anymore enjoyable? Push me up in the ranks?” Julie asked.

“A bit yes. There's a certain allure to it that Zack didn't have because he wasn't nearly as bright or gifted. But you're far better than any of my prey on another level entirely that you haven't asked about.” Stacy teased.

“Oh? What's that?”

“You actually wanted to know about me... Most of my prey is content to have me lavish them with attention and listen to them. Not many really want to know much about me beyond what I look like under my clothes and how many people I've eaten. It's... Pleasant to have someone take interest in who I really am. Thank you” Stacy said.

“Ahh... Well your welcome... I... Well I don't know... I just think you're amazing and I had to know more about you before you crushed me up...” Julie said and they went quiet for a time after that.

Stacy clenched her abs and shifted her gut to Julie's satisfaction. Acids and juices poured over her, slathering her in thick gooey slime that felt warm at her skin. The stomach rolled her over and over, prodding her about and trying to tenderize her still supple flesh. Stacy was taking her time with the gifted graduate turned meal.

“How are you in there?” Stacy asked.

“Like usual, it's only been a couple hours right?”

“Two and a half.”

“Yeah, not even red yet although it's really hot in here, it's miserable... Just the way I like it~” Julie said.

“Yeah unlike the city trips this one is all open roads and the sun has been on my stomach for like the entire time soaking up the heat.” Stacy explained.

“Ah that makes sense...” Julie trailed off.

“Want me to pull the visor down and cool you off?” Stacy offered.

“No way! Bring on the rays! I wanna be absolutely agonized in here! But thanks for caring I guess. You really do worry too much about your prey's well being.” Julie said.

“Better than the opposite I say.” Stacy countered.

“Maybe... Say what is your opinion on like politics and stuff? I wonder if you vote with preds or prey... I mean if you're comfortable answering. Don't feel like you have to or anything. I'm just a turd that doesn't know it yet.” Julie said.

“No it's alright, but I'm not a strictly pred or prey voter. I swing for whatever issue is at hand.” Stacy explained.

“What about gut control laws? Do you think it's fair to register a pred's stomach acids? Even if it is to identify who a victim was digested by? Do you even think the chemical signature is reliable?” Julie asked.

“I don't really have a problem with it. I do believe the signature is reliable, just as much as DNA is. All of my meals are perfectly willing and out in the public so I've no problem with it. Though... I do think... Well never mind. It's mean of me to say.” Stacy said and shook her head.

“No no, go ahead say what you think. I'm interested to know your viewpoint, since you're way more fair to prey than any other pred I've met.” Julie said.

“Well it seems like a huge waste of time and money is all. I mean I'm sympathetic to prey's plight. Especially ones that get unwillingly taken by a predator that is way out of their preferences. There's just nothing worse than when I heard about a lesbian prey girl at my gym taken by a man who wanted her on his biceps. She wanted to be a woman's wiggle. It's just sickening.” Stacy said and shook her head.

“But registering stomachs won't do much. Preds can always hide the remains quite easily. There won't be any remains to test against for the vast majority of cases. If they did it preds would just hide the dumps and loved ones wouldn't even have the remains at funerals. Which would be even sadder... I think the money to register the chemical signature of a pred's acids would be better spent elsewhere in other prevention measures. But there will always be unwilling victims I'm afraid.” Stacy said and took a breath.

“Have you ever read Niebuhr's essays?” Julie asked.

“Oh my, you're well learned Julie! You just became a bit more satisfying to ruin. I have read some of his philosophies. He was a smart fellow.” Stacy said.

“What did you think of his opinions?”

“That he was very correct, there will always be evil in society, and we have limited ability to combat that fact. We'll never eradicate it but we should never let that excuse us from trying to.” Stacy said.

Julie shifted herself upright to listen better as goo poured all around her. She found herself brushing sticky globs of enzymes from her ears so she and Stacy could talk about predators and prey's roles in making society work for both of them. They were interrupted after a time by the midway point where Stacy pulled into a rest stop. She announced the hour long break and passengers filed out of the bus to use the restrooms and find their own meals, sentient or otherwise. Stacy made a few safety checks on the bus before settling back down into the driver's seat again to wait.

“How are you holding up now at the 5 and a half hour mark?” Stacy asked.

“Whew, it's definitely rougher now. The grinding on my skin chafes now. Feels like hot sandpaper instead of the usual slimy and smooth warmth I'd usually feel. I think I'm really actually starting to digest for real this time.” Julie said and took some deep breaths afterwards.

“Wanting to wave the white flag? Change your mind?” Stacy offered.

“Not a chance! This is great! It's never hurt like this before. I can't wait for parts of me to come off, like I keep looking down hoping that my tits will start sliding down my stomach and fall off!” Julie said.

“Just make sure you keep your hands mostly free of acids, you wouldn't want to find yourself horny and fingerless.” Stacy suggested.

“Yeah yeah MOM, you are old enough after all!” Julie joked.

“Yes I am, it doesn't bother me. I'm still hot enough to keep young things like you that are half my age coming around. They should separate you youngins from me for your own good I think!” Stacy teased and clenched on Julie who cooed in response.

“Oh man that hurt! ... Keep doing it~ But that's another interesting topic that I wonder what you think...” Julie hinted.

“Hmm? What topic?” Stacy asked

“What do you think of pred and prey segregation? Progressive? A step back?” Julie asked.

“I'm actually for it in some arenas like schools. I think one of the reasons preds grow up to be so awful is that at adolescence they're surrounded by prey that want to get eaten. They start assuming anyone is on the menu. So I think it would be better for adolescent predators to be around others who won't put up with their hungers. It would do them well to learn to control their urges and help to weed out the really bad ones who can't control themselves.” Stacy said with a bit of righteousness in her tone.

“I guess I'm in it for better behaved predators. But I really don't know what effect it would have on the prey. I wonder if it would make them feel too safe, make them less wary, when they should assume the opposite of anyone with a pair of double G cups. I think the teachers would need to be all predators and the threat would need to be there and real for an all prey school to instill a healthy amount of fear.” Stacy said and sighed.

“It's really complicated, I think it would make preds better people but prey might be worse off and become complacent... Outside of schools though we need to co-exist. It's foolish to think separate facilities for adult pred and preys would be equal or the rules would be respected, it would just create hunting grounds and easy targets.” Stacy said and shook her head.

“Interesting, but I dunno, I almost like the idea of hunting grounds! Putting myself out there in that kind of danger sounds exhilarating! Titillating even!” Julie said and Stacy rolled her eyes.

“Prey sluts..” Stacy mumbled.

“You almost sound like you'd be up for joining Prey lives matter” Julie commented.

“I wouldn't go that far. I'd feel like a fraud since I would probably end up eating at least a few fellow activists. I made the decision to stay away since I'd probably damage the movement more by eating people in it. Among other reasons.” Stacy replied.

“Other reasons?”

“Well I think there's a lot of misinformation out there. They get a bad reputation they don't deserve, at least most of the time. I mean the message is good, the way they go about fighting for it makes sense, it's inconvenient a lot of the times but it's even more of an inconvenience to get sloshed to death by a person you don't even find attractive I imagine!” Stacy said and laughed.

“So I totally get it but at the end of the day it feels too much like they want prey to lead pred like lives when that just isn't going to happen. You're all going to want to digest and die, it's a fact of life... Or rather death for you prey. Deep down you all wanna be cut down by a hot thot and plump up her top.” Stacy said and reclined, squishing Julie a bit from the stretch.

“But trying to make universities and businesses accept equal pred and prey applicants? That doesn't help, I mean of course a business doesn't want a worker who could decide being a slut's bubble butt sounds better than their Monday morning shift.” Stacy said and grinned as she laughed.

“I mean sorry but you're a prime example too, a studious and athletic prey with a promising future, you got a full ride that you got chosen for over others and now you're probably going to flush in a motel toilet. Don't get me wrong, it's hot and I love it but at the same time someone who was gonna live got passed over for that full ride too. Y'know?” Stacy said.

“I guess I'd feel bad but I won't be alive tomorrow to feel guilty. I guess in a way I'm more greedy than you are.” Julie said.

“I wouldn't say that. You lived and died how you wanted to. You made the effort and tried hard to earn that full ride. I'm the real fraud here to be honest.” Stacy said.

“Fraud?! What? You're like the best pred I've ever met Stacy!” Julie protested and gave a squirm.

“If I'm frank with myself... Part of why I hold my beliefs is because I find it hotter this way.” Stacy said plainly.

“Hotter?”

“Yes, I'm not a huge fan of overpowering prey, pinning them and forcibly swallowing them. I don't like my belly being pounded on, I don't like fearful screams or crying and begging for mercy. It's such a turn off.” Stacy said and crossed her arms with a disgusted expression on her face from even imagining such things.

“No I'm far more turned on by being the nice and pleasant neighbor, a kind and thoughtful pillar of the community that prey sluts throw themselves at. I want prey to be appreciative of me, to know I'm harmless and dangerous~” Stacy said and grinned.

“Harmless and dangerous?” Julie asked confused.

“Harmless in that there's no chance I'll pounce on them, devour them by force in the moment. I can be welcomed into a prey gathering, you could even go to one of my parties and not expect to be dragged kicking and screaming into my stomach. Instead I'm the opposite, a joy to be around and interact with. A flirt and generous lover. Perfectly harmless and pleasant.” Stacy said and nodded.

“But my body shape and reputation are revealing as well. I've obviously eaten many a prey in my lifetime. Almost everyone in my neighborhood has someone close to them that I've eaten, and they all know my victims all willingly succumbed to me. I'm dangerous to get close to because I may just draw you in, awaken those prey instincts to add to something gorgeous and glamorous. It's suicide to spend time with me as a prey and everyone who's met me knows it deep down.” Stacy said with a shiver that went up her spine.

“And that is my fetish, to be the friendly neighborhood predator. Loved, lusted for, fucked, feared but never loathed. The woman you invite to your barbecue to ogle but hope she doesn't take a liking to you because you simply won't be able to resist her pull or survive her attention.” Stacy said and laughed.

“But why does that make you a fraud?” Julie asked.

“Simple, do I advocate prey rights because it is the right thing to do? Or because it directly supports my specific kinks?” Stacy asked and Julie was silent for a moment.

“A safer more egalitarian world for prey makes my fetishes easier to realize. My sexual fantasy requires prey and myself to be on mostly equal terms for me to live among them as a wolf in sheep's clothes.” Stacy said and crossed her arms again.

“So are my morally just beliefs only due to my sexual urges? Should I be praised for my kinks? Certainly more violent predators aren't praised for their kinks by prey. Why are mine different when our prey ends up the same? That is both of our prey end up as a pile of steaming shit no matter if we were violent in our approach or completely cordial. Just because it makes me tingle that I'm nice about the act doesn't make me a saint. At least in my own opinion.” Stacy said and nodded as she finished her thought.

“Wow, you've brooded over this a lot haven't you?” Julie asked.

“Perhaps... Ok yes. Yes I have.” Stacy admitted and let her arms fall to her sides.

“I think you've thought yourself into a false dilemma though. Like when Socrates asked if things were good because god commanded them or because they were morally good and god saw that. You've cornered yourself like that, but it doesn't have to be that way. I mean have you ever considered that your fetishes formed from your morals? That they came from your sincere empathy towards prey and not the other way around?” Julie asked.

“Hmm...” Stacy hummed and sat in quiet thought for a moment.

“I'm not sure anyone can tell where their more complex desires arise from. But it's certainly plausible that I generated a fetish from my moral compass.” Stacy said.

“It doesn't matter either way though. You're doing what you think is right and that's all that matters. Your motives for doing so are irrelevant, a good deed is good no matter if it's done for nothing or personal satisfaction.” Julie said.

“I think I'll actually miss you Julie, it is going to be a monumental waste of intellect to leave you steaming in a toilet.” Stacy said and rubbed her gut. Julie inside writhed at the painful contact but moaned all the same, feeling aroused at the discomfort.

“One last question...” Julie said a bit weaker than before.

“Oh only one?”

“I think I'm going to get weaker from here on out. Like you said before, it all goes to shit at some point. I doubt I'll be coherent enough to talk after that. I get the feeling it's coming soon too. I've never felt digestion so roughly before now...” Julie said panting after she was finished speaking.

“Ok then, shoot while you're still sane.” Stacy said.

“Do you pity us? Prey?” Julie asked.

“I do.”

“Why?” Julie asked.

“Well that's another question but I'll let it slide since you'll be sliding out of me later~” Stacy said before continuing with her explanation.

“I pity you because I sympathize, you must grapple with such conflict in your short, confusing lives. There must be such panic and anxiety for the myriad of violent ends you can come to. You deserve respect and good treatment for the ultimate sacrifice you make for your predators. But the irony is that you crave the exact opposite of respect and good treatment. You drool for a sloppy sadistic slaughter. So I pity your baffling state of mind.” Stacy said.

“Mmm I suppose if that's how you view it then yes we'd be pretty pitiable creatures.”

Julie said.

“And there's another point of view?” Stacy asked.

“I more tend to view myself as a squatter, most prey too. Most of us live such short lives like I'm about to... and well... We never contribute. We live for An average of 26 years which means most of us are dependent on others for shelter and food for the majority of our lives. We hardly give back to the system that lets us exist comfortably.” Julie explained.

“The only way we give back is to the predators that *will* live longer and contribute to society. At least for me I'm thankful to predators for letting us live as well as we do when we won't be giving anything back except our nutrients in the end.” Julie finished.

“So is that why you even exercised this morning? To make yourself as good a meal as you could? As a noble cause?” Stacy asked.

“Partly. Much like you it is part of my kink to be utterly wasted as well. So it's not completely altruistic in motive.” Julie said and chuckled.

“Hmm you've given me much to think on Julie. You can rest assured you've given back to this predator in provoking her thoughts and stimulating her mind.” Stacy said nodding.

“I hope my efforts stimulate more than just her mind~” Julie replied.

“Oh they do, my night bag has a few things to assist that stimulation~” Stacy said but ended that line of conversation as some of the passengers started to come back towards the bus in a group. One of them, a man approached Stacy.

“Excuse me... But a group of us were wondering about your other passenger there. I'm not sure if it's entirely appropriate but many of us were considering asking if you could hold the intercom to your belly and let us hear her in there perhaps” the man said a bit meek in his tone.

“Well I don't mind but I'd have to ask her inside as well if she was alright with it and I certainly wouldn't want to make any of my other passengers uncomfortable...” Stacy said, unsure of how to react to the odd request.

“If no one minds listening to me go at myself then I'm alright with it. In fact it kinda riles me up to think of having an audience listen to my decline.” Julie called out from within Stacy.

“Hmm. Well I'll make an announcement once everyone is back aboard...” Stacy said and started to count as everyone filed onto the vehicle again.

...

“We're three people short, any casualties to report?!” Stacy called out over the intercom.

Three hands shot up as soon as Stacy was finished asking the question. Three answers called out to her.

“Got my friend Abby in my cleavage, cross her off she'll be milk and mammary meat in a few minutes~” one busty girl said as she pushed up her wiggling chest. Stacy smirked and crossed the name off.

“I saw the middle aged guy sitting behind me get pulled aside by some teenage girl working the Burger King. Pretty sure she had it her way since she was stuffed after coming back from the bathroom where she took him.” a boy said. Stacy took note of where he was sitting and crossed that passenger off the list.

“My friend Steph couldn't resist this fucking glory hole she saw in the bathroom. Got slurped into it then I had to try and suck her out before it was too late. But I'm lesbian and I don't know a thing about cocks, so now I'm taking a gut full of her stupid cummy remains home to Inverness I guess” another girl with a huge gut said before crossing her arms and sitting back in a huff. Stacy shook her head and crossed the name off as well.

“Alright then we're ready to depart. Just one more announcement, a question really. I got a request from some of you to stream my belly's progress over the intercom. Neither me or her mind, in fact she's really into it. But if anyone objects, if it makes you nervous or uncomfortable don't hesitate to let me know. Each of you has a stop button meant for requesting the bus to stop on your arm rest so you can tell me anonymously. If anyone doesn't wanna hear it that's ok...” Stacy said and waited a few moments.

To her surprise nothing on her panel lit up. None of the 35 remaining passengers objected.

“Alright then, for the rest of you still alive you'll be listening to the sweet sweet sounds of Julie going to town on herself while being slopped.” Stacy said and a cheer erupted from behind Stacy.

Stacy shook her head while grinning.

“Perverts... The janitors are gonna need black lights back there when they clean up...” Stacy muttered as she found a good place to wedge the microphone to her bloated gut. She took a hair tie from her head and wrapped it around the 'talk' button.

The cabin was instantly filled with the muffled sounds of Julie's ongoing transformation. A rhythmic thumping and low pitched moaning made it obvious what she was doing within. At least it seemed obvious to Stacy who could see the indentations in her gut where Stacy's hand was going back and forth. She felt the girl's quivers and orgasmic trembling Stacy glanced down every minute or so to watch the show herself as she guided the bus down the straight and open motorway.

The next few hours went by quickly as Stacy zoned out to the sounds of her stomach churning on Julie. Her moans and orgasmic gasps died down over time and were starting to be drowned out by the digestion ramping up.

Stacy glanced up in her mirror every now and then to spy the passengers as well. More than a few had expressions of lust or intense blushes covering their faces. A few opposite sex couples were 'sharing' seats when plenty were open to spread out as well. Stacy chuckled to herself at this and especially after she did another headcount and discovered only 31 passengers. The woman who had breast vored her friend was headed toward the bus's bathroom with an overlarge belly that sagged on her. She'd apparently snagged a few other passengers.

“How is it in there dumpling?” Stacy asked.

“I'm feeling squishier, softer. Things are getting a little foggy and the acids are deeper now.” Julie responded.

“The pain?”

“Exquisite, I'm red everywhere, my skin is on fire and I think the acids have seeped into me too because everything is sore and aching including my pussy, but that might just be from overuse” Julie said.

“You're gonna hit that point of no return soon I think. Won't be any recovering from it~” Stacy warned.

“I'm not turning around when I'm this close to seeing my tits slide off! Not anymore than you would turn this bus around!” Julie said and pressed a hand up towards Stacy.

Stacy pressed her own hand against it and felt how fragile her muscles strength was.

“Alright dear, we'll see if you last the remaining couple hours then. Good luck~!” Stacy said and patted her belly.

“Ugh don't wish me that, tell me to break a leg or something. I'm more likely to do that in here!” Julie replied.

“Glad to hear you're still fully cognizant at least” Stacy said and took a handful of her belly in hand along with a piece of Julie's squishy butt. She cried out in agony as she was bruised severely from the casual grope. She panted for a few seconds before going at her clit again with renewed vigor.

Stacy chuckled and kept driving.

…

An hour later most of the passengers were conked out. The final head count would be 29 passengers making it to the destination and one very full septic tank in the back of the bus. The sounds of Julies slow decline and sloshing put almost everyone to sleep, some of the prey had smiles on their faces as they cuddled up in their seats and with each other. The busty pred had a few snuggled up to her as well, including the one with a belly still full of semen.

Stacy rubbed her own gut and on contact felt the quiver of the form within, writhing at the painful touch. A moan came from her and Stacy turned down the intercom volume so as not to wake anyone as Julie stirred.

“Hit your breaking point girl?” Stacy asked softly.

“Legs... Can't feel them, one of my boobs fell off too, pressed it against my clit and it squished up into mush. Hair is gone as well. Can't really move much anymore but it's glorious. Just wish I could fap~” Julie said weakly panting between many of the words.

“Well I've seen prey recover from worse. We're actually almost there, about 10 minutes out.” Stacy said.

“I made it?” Julie asked in confusion.

“I wouldn't say that exactly. You could've come out, maybe done half the trip back before you really melted all the way...” Stacy said.

“That sounds fun...” Julie said.

“BUT... Someone didn't rent a room for the night~! And I really don't like sharing a bed with anyone still solid inside or outside of me... So sorry kid but this'll be your last stop.” Stacy said, breaking the news to her.

“Ah... My own fault then huh? That's ok, enjoy my contribution to your body~” Julie managed to rasp out.

“Want me to help you with one last orgasm? Since you can't do it yourself?” Stacy asked.

“Mmm please~” Julie answered and relaxed her muscles, laying back.

Stacy giggled and re positioned her stomach. Laying part of it against the gear shift, she had moved it so that the knob at the end was pressed against her stomach and right underneath the skin was Julie's clit. The knob vibrated with the motor's power and made for an excellent impromptu vibrator. Julie was moaning and groaning loudly at the shaking sensation. It was stimulating her but the powerful motion was also tearing her tender pelvis apart. Stacy meanwhile with an absent mind felt around her gut feeling and groping the jelly soft form within. She squeezed Julie's remaining breast until it popped in her grip and oozed all over the girl. Then she set to pinching off the girl's remaining limbs, leaving her a torso with chunks taken out all over.

Finally Stacy put her palm over Julie's head, gripping her skull firmly, ready to crush her.

“Just cry out when you're at your peak Julie-hun~” Stacy said sweetly and she could feel Julie nodding her head in the grip.

Which didn't take long as Stacy switched into another gear and pressed the knob in deeper to the girl's clit.

“F-fuck, ahhh it's unbearable! God it's so good! Stacy! Now! End me before it lets up!” Julie said, uttering her last words.

Stacy bit her lip and couldn't help but feel a tingle herself as she clenched her hand and felt the girl's head collapse in her palm, she heard her squish, felt the wrack throughout her body, a small spasm as her brain struggled in instinct to escape for a split second before being utterly annihilated. The twitching went on a few seconds before Julie's formerly athletic toned form was naught but meat being churned.

Stacy pressed on her gut for the next few minutes to aid the churning and break up Julie's remains, she really didn't like sleeping with solids on the inside or outside of her. Another reason why relationships with her didn't work out. A soft churning belly was the most satisfying thing to wrap her legs and arms around.

...

Stacy let her passengers off a few minutes later. All of them thanking her for the memorable trip and she had to turn a few down that tried to offer her a tip as she wasn't allowed to take them. She even had to convince one particularly red faced woman that she didn't need a late night snack but she did take the woman's number. The other predator on the bus got off last with another passenger inside her bringing the count down to 28 souls that would make it home.

“Only one prey the whole trip? You've gotta up your game girl!” The busty woman said.

Stacy held back her temper, wanting to spout off that her one meal had more meaning and satisfaction than if she'd eaten everyone on the damn bus. But she kept her opinion to herself...

Mostly.

“It's more satisfying if you savor it I've learned.” Stacy retorted and the woman looked at her with a confused expression and an eye roll before leaving.

Stacy kept smiling until she wasn't looking and sneered at her back.

“That's why I can't stand other preds, it's always a fucking competition. I do this for my prey's pleasure and my own, not to rack up a god damn score built on lives.” Stacy muttered as she did her final checks on the bus and ordered a Lyft to her motel.

She grabbed a six pack of beer in a nearby convenience store and fell asleep to some prey dating show where they matched up with the gut of their dreams. Stacy liked it, all the pred contestants were people the prey knew, ones who had a 'flush crush' on them. Stacy clutched her own burbling bulge and fell asleep with her buzz going strong.

…

Stacy shoved the pump nozzle into the bus's fuel port and started the pump while her legs fidgeted in an impatient dance. Once the pump had started she grabbed clothes from the driver's seat, Julie's old clothes. She'd need them soon.

She then proceeded to do a half run, half walk straight into the gas station bathroom where she slammed the stall door shut and pulled her jumpsuit down around her ankles. Her buns slammed into the seat and she sighed in sweet surrender as she finally allowed the built up pressure to finally release.

“Ahhhh oooooohhhh god Julie, finally....” Stacy moaned.

“Sorry it's not the most dignified burial spot... A gas station bathroom... Dirty too... But maybe you would have preferred it to be humiliating like this...” Stacy said in between grunts and plops.

Her buns rippled with the stream of feminine feces that flowed from her in spurts, long blonde hair mixed in with fingernails, an earring and a hairclip. Stacy's hands clenched in fists as she pushed every few moments to produce a new deluge. It was like an old hand powered water pump making a new torrent with each thrust of brown.

She reached back for the flusher three times before she felt the pressure and presence of Julie's remains lessening. Stacy panted for a few moments before slapping a hand to the rest of Julie that remained with her as pudge on her ass.

“Ohh Julie, you used to look so fit and healthy~ Now you're quite the fatty deposit aren't you? All those toned muscles now just lumpy and soft flesh. Tsk tsk, you've let yourself go haven't you?” Stacy said with a chuckle.

Then Stacy stood, hold Julie's clothes in her hand.

“You were right, you made quite the mess Julie, toilet paper would've taken forever...” Stacy said as she started with the girl's top and wiped her buns off. She soiled the tank top in short order and flushed it.

Stacy was about to use the pants as well when they started vibrating and ringing. Stacy raised an eyebrow and pulled a phone from the pocket. There was a text message on the screen. The contact was listed as mom.

Mom: Jules! Did you survive? Make it to Inverness?

Stacy smirked, shook her head.

No 'mom' Jules didn't make it,

she's brown chunks in a gas station toilet and butt plush now!

Sorry!

Mom: Oh... Is this her pred?

Bingo, the big booty bus driver herself.

Mom: Ah so she did get to lose herself to you like she wanted then.

I've heard a lot of great things about you.

Sorry about the remains.

Gonna have to flush her,

let's just say there was a lot of pressure

and she insisted on me dumping her sooner than later.

Mom: It's alright,

she told me she didn't want a funeral anyways.

At most a humiliating status update across all her media.

I was going to do it but...

Well since I've got her phone it is the least I could do for her.

Especially since she's going to make this ride home very comfortable~

Mom: By any chance could you tell me about her last moments?

Yah but it's a lot for texts so I dunno.

Mom: I was more thinking of meeting you.

My daughter's murderer that is.

I'd like to see what my daughter ended up as and added to.

Maybe get to know you a bit.

Of course! I love meeting the families of my meals!

Getting as close to them as I can!

Maybe even reuniting them, having a family reunion on my body~

I'm warning you right now,

that is likely where you'll end up if you associate with me too much!

Mom: >//<

You know how to make a woman blush you know!

Coming right out with that!

I'm not like other preds.

I like to be honest with anyone I might be interested in eating.

Mom: Maybe you'd like a nude or two?

To see if you're interested?

Couldn't hurt!

Mom: God it feels so weird!

To be sending these kinda pics to my daughter's phone!

Hold on a sec though ok?

Minutes later Stacy was drooling over pictures of the woman who was a bit younger than her age, thin but with perky c cups and bleached blond hair. The pale color looked good on a woman her age. Stacy would have to consider it to juxtapose her brown dyed hair.

Mmmm yeah definitely interested,

we should totally meet up.

Julie didn't fall far from the tree.

You can help dye her onto my hair too.

Mom: Oooh she mentioned that little quirk about you!

I'd be honored!

It's a date then,

I'll be back in town around 7pm.

Gonna make sure to make good time now.

See you then sugar plum.

Mom: Mmm if we're going to do pet names...

I'd like a humiliating one.

Julie REALLY didn't fall far from the tree huh?

She was kinda up for humiliation too.

Alright then Mom-dump!

Have yourself tasty, trashy looking and at the bus station at 7,

or I'll come find you.

Mom: I'm tempted to be late now~

See you then ma'am!

Stacy snickered as she put the phone in her jumpsuit and wiped the rest of Julie off on toilet paper. She put that into a ziplock bag for use in dying her hair later.

“I will never understand these prey sluts...” Stacy said giggling but in a good mood. She loved it when she could swing from one prey to another. If Julie's mom was half as interesting as Julie it would be worth her time.

Stacy zipped up her jumpsuit with some amount of effort as her expanded frame tested the limits of spandex. Then she flushed Julie one last time and left for her bus, wondering how many passengers she'd lose along the way this time, that was going to be a fun game to play on these long hauls...