On a sunny Saturday morning, Jasmine was working her summer job as a barista at a local coffee shop. Like most young adults, she was working between her college semesters. She was studying to be a psychiatrist, specifically a predator psychiatrist. Her goal was to help struggling preds to avoid eating people as often, or to even cut back to a purely normal food based diet.

Jasmine was 19 years old. She wore her uniform for the coffee shop, which consisted of a green apron and casual clothing underneath. In this case, a black t-shirt and jeans. She had fiery red hair and a freckled face. Her eyes were a bright green. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail while she worked.

It wasn't a busy Saturday. She opened and only 3 customers had come in during the first hour and a half. Not that she could complain. The slow morning allowed her to keep her workspace tidy and to even reorganize some of the supplies. There was one other person on duty, but they were busy in the back, checking stock. Their manager would arrive in roughly an hour or less. She had been running late due to some unforeseen trouble with her newborn.

Jasmine let out a sigh. She was eager to get off today. She was meeting up with some friends to see a new movie. She wasn't much for super hero movies, but she liked the actress who played the protagonist.

As she was lost in thought, the bell to the door jingled as someone walked in. Jasmine saw the woman who walked in. She was about her height, maybe a little taller. She had blonde hair in a ponytail, and wore business casual clothes. She held herself proudly, probably more narcissistically. She approached the counter.

"I'm in a hurry," she spat. "Caramel macchiato, make it quick."

Jasmine didn't want to anger this woman who was clearly already not in the best mood. Especially if she was a pred. Even though eating someone unwillingly was illegal, no one really enforced it. Since most cops were preds as well, they turned a blind eye. Really, the law was a deterrent that didn't do anything. At worst the pred would get a slap on the wrist. She'd seen a co-worker get grabbed and gulped down by a Karen before.

"Right away ma'am," Jasmine said in a cheerful tone.

She immediately got to work on the macchiato. It wasn't a difficult task. She'd made hundreds of these. She finished making the drink and placed it on the counter.

"Here you are ma'am," she said. "That'll be $5.45."

The woman pulled a coupon from her purse. She placed it in front of Jasmine. It was a coupon for a free medium drink, but it had expired a month prior. Jasmine felt a bead of sweat on her forehead. This was bad. She knew this woman would not take no for an answer, and even if she wanted to scan the coupon, she needed the Manager's code to override it.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am, this coupon is expired," Jasmine said nervously.

The woman folded her arms. "So? Just ring it up, it can't be a big deal."

"I would if I could but I need the Manager's code to override the coupon," Jasmine explained.

"Well, where is your manager?" She asked, sounding more irritated.

"She's not here," Jasmine explained. "She's running late, because her baby got sick."

The woman tapped her foot in irritation. "Urg, I'm already running late as it is. Can't you just keep the coupon and ring it up later?"

"Ma'am, I don't think I can," Jasmine whimpered.

The woman's stomach growled. "Well, if I can't have my macchiato, I'll just have to have something to sate my appetite."

Jasmine backed up as fast as she could, but the woman was faster. She grabbed Jasmine by her shirt and pulled her over the counter, towards her opening mouth.

"No, wait, please!" Jasmine screamed.

Her head was stuffed into the woman's slobbering maw. Her face was shoved up against the woman's tongue and she was licked all over her face. The woman grabbed Jasmine's ass and pushed her in. Jasmine yelped, but couldn't help letting out a soft moan as her butt was grabbed. Her head was shoved into her throat, squeezing her in. The woman removed her apron as she swallowed her, dropping it onto the ground.

Jasmine felt the fleshy tub pulling her down. Each gulp pulled her a little closer to her doom. Her breasts entered the woman's mouth. She felt her lift her shirt to give them a lick.

"S-stop violating me!" Jasmine yelped.

The woman ignored her and licked her boobs more. Jasmine moaned. It felt so good. Another gulp pulled her breasts into the woman's throat. Her stomach entered next. The woman continued to lick her body with each part that entered.

As she entered deeper, she noticed that the woman had passed her crotch. She was relieved that she was spared the humiliation of getting her privates violated by the woman. Her thighs and legs followed into the woman's mouth. She gave them a really long licking. She seemed to like how Jasmine's thighs tasted. She was oddly flattered, but humiliated.

The woman slurped her legs as if they were noodles, then closed her mouth around her feet. She took a deep swallow to send Jasmine into her stomach. The woman let out a loud belch and gave her enlarged stomach a pat. The buttons on her shirt came partially undone, allowing her prey filled gut to pour out.

"Well," the woman said while looking around. "No one's around so…"

She grabbed the macchiato off the counter and left without paying. She took a sip and the hot liquid landed on Jasmine's head.

"Ouch! That's hot!" She shouted.

The woman sighed. "You're really not going to even let me enjoy my coffee without complaining? Poor customer service if you ask me. Why don't you just digest like a good morsel and I won't leave a complaint with your manager."

Jasmine hugged her knees, not that she cared about some lousy performance review. After all, she was about to be dead. She remained quiet and winced whenever the hot coffee poured onto her.

The woman stepped out of the cafe as a woman in the same uniform Jasmine wore walked in.

"Sorry I'm late," she said as she entered.

The woman smirked and continued to exit the building. She walked down the street to her office. By the time she got there, she could hear Jasmine's whimpering as the acids started to work on her.

"Keep it down, ok?" The woman said. "I have to work and your whimpers are going to distract me."

She sat in her cubicle and got to work. She pushed her stomach against her desk and felt Jasmine squish and go quiet. This caused her to let out a wet burp.

"Guess you're finished," she commented. "I'll leave a good review for your boss. After all, you tasted pretty good. So did your coffee."