“I just can’t fucking believe them, guys…”, Lia mumbled aloud to her phone.
“I can’t fucking believe them.”
 
The suburban streets of L.A. lay eerily quiet tonight as the glasses-clad e-girl (known to the public-at-large as SSSniperwolf) strutted up and down the walkway of her mortal nemesis, making sure to keep her phone out in front of her face just so all of her Instagram viewers were getting their metaphorical money’s worth from this spontaneous livestream she’d devised.
 
For nearly a month now, the man living in that house (colloquially known as “Jacksfilms” to most of the internet) had been making it his life's mission to put the questionable business practices Lia had been making a career of to an end, making comedic parodies of her YouTube reaction videos that simply angered her to no end.
 
Hence why she was outside his house NOW to see if they could "bury the hatchet", so to say.
 
"Just come on out!", she said with an extra layer of snark.
"Wouldn't have to spend all month avoiding me if you didn't have something to HIDE."
 
After getting the usual silence in response, Lia straightened her shoulders a bit in preparation for more yelling when, with a few clicks and a creak from the door handles, the front door to the house opened as quiet as it could, revealing not her nemesis Jacksfilms, but instead Jacksfilms' humble wife Erin, clad in a dark purple bathrobe that contrasted heavily with her white skin.
 
“Well, look who it is!”, Lia yelled loudly.
“Had to have his wife answer the door because he’s too much of a coward to do it himself.”
 
“It’s two o’clock in the morning…”, Erin replied as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
“Jack’s not AT the door because he’s asleep.”
 
“Uh huh. Right…”, Lia said back.
“I bet that’s just what he wanted you to say, isn’t it? Stupid “legacy YouTubers”, thinking they can just tell people what to do all the time. Disgusting…”
 
Erin put her hand to her forehead in dismay; this was gonna take a while…
 
“Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing?”, she said to herself before raising her voice a bit.
“Look, just get out of here before I call the police, okay? You’ve already tried doxxing us once…”
 
“Oh no.”, said SSSniperwolf affirmatively.
“I’m not going home until HE comes out here and apologizes for what he’s been doing to me.”
 
“You mean calling you out for lazy content?”, Erin said back.
 
The chat on SSSniperwolf's stream burst into their own stream of laughing emojis upon hearing Erin's roast, even more so upon noticing the streamer that they followed be so unprepared in terms of a comeback.
 
“N- No!”, Lia said in a panic.
“My commentary is informative. What HE'S doing? Is sexist. That's what it is."
 
"Can you just come back in the morning with, like, an actually decent point to make?”, Erin said with a sigh.
“It’s too early for this…”
 
"I will when he pays me back for all the money he TOOK from me.", replied the e-girl.
 
Just the TONE in which she was talking had been making Erin's brain hurt so far, but accusing her husband of an actual crime was finally starting to get on her nerves a little bit.
 
"What the fuck are you talking about?", she asked with her hands on her hips.
 
“He got my freaking CHANNEL demonetized!”, SSSniperwolf said back.
 
“Yeah! For, like, a day.”, Erin said with an eye roll.
"Could probably make that back in a day, making some actual content."
 
Her stomach gurgled as SSSniperwolf continued prattling on about her meaningless complaints.
 
2 A.M. was a BIT early to be having breakfast, but she figured she could make an exception for somebody this obnoxious.
 
“Look, I’ve had a long day, so just go back home and don't come back here again.", Erin said calmly in a feeble attempt to spare the girl's life.
 
“Why don’t you come over here and MAKE me?”, Lia said loudly, leaning forward with her phone and giving Erin a healthy view of her cleavage as she did so...
 
Leaving the loud growl that rung out from her stomach an obvious sign of what was about to go down.
 
“Alright. Fuck it.”, the unwilling pred said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Let's do this."
 
At that, Erin stepped off the porch and marched towards SSSniperwolf, too busy straightening her glasses and continuing to talk with her chat to prep herself for what was coming next; before she knew it, the housewife was wrapping her arms around the streamer’s comparatively thin waist and pulling her closer to her own hot, pudgy…
 
INCREDIBLY hungry body.
 
“Wha- Hey!”, she yelled as she wiggled about in Erin's grasp.
“You get the HELL off of me, you fat-“
 
As much as Lia would’ve LOVED to continue her childish name-calling, Erin showed about as much care to her then as she did when they were talking before, not wasting a second before opening her mouth as wide as it could go and shoving the YouTuber's pretty head inside of it in one fell swoop.
 
SSSniperwolf’s protests became little more than muffled shouting as the pred gently lifted her up and continued to send her down towards her stomach gulp after gulp, her breasts getting playfully chewed on enough to make the phone slip out of her hands and onto the ground...
 
Giving nearly a thousand of her Instragram followers front row seats to her own demise.
 
It wasn't easy to see the scene in the dark of the night, but there was just enough visible for folks to get what was going on: the flailing pair of legs sinking deeper and deeper into Erin's mouth, the stomach steadily growing from the loose confines of her fluffy bathrobe...
 
The loud-
 
*BUOORRRP*
 
-that blasted forth from Erin’s lips, bringing the chaotic feud between SSSniperwolf and her husband to a surprisingly delicious end right then and there…
 
Yeah, it was safe to say that she’d been served. In every sense of the word.
 
"Okay! Not bad.", Erin said with a nod of approval.
"Was thinking you were gonna taste like plastic, for some reason. God, I know you hate Jack and everything, but that better not translate into you giving me indigestion, alright? I’m too tired to be dealing with that kinda bullshit right now…”
 
With one last straightening of her robe, Erin yawned and waddled her way towards the front door, her impromptu breakfast banging the walls of her stomach enough to turn her completely to her side and cause something reflecting light from the nearby street lamps to catch her eye.
 
“What the hell?”, she said with a confused glance back at the camera.
“Was she recording me?”
 
The chat reacted with surprise at seeing Erin turn back towards the phone, the gurgles and screams getting louder the closer the pred got before finally leaning to the side of her comically distended stomach and picking it up.
 
“Were you RECORDING me?”, she said in disbelief before forcefully jamming her knee into her gut.
“Oh, you would be in SO much trouble if you weren't already in there."
 
With a formal threat being made to the woman actively burning alive in her stomach, Erin decided to go one step further and stop this little game Lia had been playing once and for all, wiping some of the streamer’s long black hair from her lips before addressing the audience.
 
“Uh, hi. This is Erin... *BEUURRP* Jacksfilms' wife...", Erin explained.
“Take this as a little lesson not to stop by our house uninvited, okay? Wouldn’t be my first time, eating fans of hers either. Trust me, my ass has been getting freaking HUMONGOUS lately because you guys are fattening as FUCK."
 
A stray scream from inside her stomach caused her to look the bulbous gut sticking out from her front, just in time to see the glasses-clad face of the prey girl within bulging out beneath the skin before being pulled back within it with another loud bout of gurgling.
 
That was giving her an idea.
 
“Just in case you needed a little bit of EXTRA motivation, though…”, she said with a playful head tilt.
“Here’s what happens in case you DON’T keep your distance.”
 
With little more warning than that, Erin opened her mouth and threw the phone in camera first, giving SSSniperwolf's viewers the same view Lia herself had gotten of the older woman's fleshy and wet insides.
 
Eager to get back to bed, Erin sent the iPhone down the rest of her throat in a single gulp, the fervent sounds of the stomach beneath growing louder and louder for SSSniperwolf's audience until it finally reached the same pitch black, bubbling chamber of death their idol was currently freaking out in.
 
“No no no no NO!”, her silhouette cried amongst the churning.
“I was supposed to eat YOU, you fucking asshole! Let me OUT! You and your FUCKING husband deserve to be on MY ass, NOT yours!"
 
Lia moved around as best she could in the cramped walls of Erin's gut before accidentally resting her knee directly on top of her phone; with a renewed vigor, Lia turned on the phone’s flashlight and pointed directly into her eyes to see and, more importantly...
 
So her viewers could see her, even in her last fleeting moments of life.
 
“Guys... Guys, I don’t know what to do...”, she said with bated breath as she struggled to remove her sweatshirt with one hand.
“I want to call 9-1-1, but I don’t know if they’re gonna get here in time. It's starting to get freaking hot in here, guys! Like, for real.”
 
Taking her phone in her other hand, Lia succeeded in her incredibly stupid task by taking off her thick sweatshirt and tossing it to the gut floor, revealing a rather ridiculous get-up of a lingerie top and black pasties underneath, with the former’s strings already beginning to wither and break on account of all the acid that surrounded its wearer.
 
“Guys, I’m not doing this for clicks. I’m GOING to fucking die if I don’t get out of here.”, she explained.
“I need one of you to call somebody, alright? Call the police. Call the fucking hospital. I don’t care who it is, just PLEASE! I can’t die like this. Please!”
 
Lia read through comments as fast as she could through the bright light of the screen, the sizzling hot steam filling Erin’s stomach making things a bit harder to read than they should’ve been before things, of course, went wrong.
 
Without any kind of warning, the screen went blank, likes and emoji reactions continuing to pile in while a still picture of SSSniperwolf looking desperately into the camera hung in place alongside her now still chat.
 
“Oh, no.”, she said in panic.
“No no no no no no, please. Please work. PLEASE work…”
 
Over and over, Lia hit the phone with her hand, pressing every button she could until the thing finally let out one last spark of electricity before zapping her hand and splashing back down into the acids eating away at her legs.
 
The ear-splitting wail of agony that the YouTuber let out upon realizing her crushing defeat probably would’ve fell on deaf ears regardless had Erin not already crawled back to bed and fallen asleep, making sure to keep the door to her bedroom closed so as not to disturb Jack sleeping in the other room.
 
And to stay away from Jack’s snoring, but mostly the screaming thing.
 
Lia languished in her misery as the night rolled on, kicking and crying as best she could given the circumstances (the gaping wounds all over her body were making everything more painful to do by the second), but alas, it was all for naught.
 
After what seemed like an eternity (while, in reality, it was only a couple hours), Lia drew her last breath and promptly collapsed into the bloody stew rising beneath her, too tired to fight the feeling of getting melted anymore and passing out cold amongst her own torn-up clothes and withered bones as she died.
 
With one of YouTube’s most profitable creators left as nothing but a bubbling stew in her gut, Erin’s body got to work moving the liquified Lia around anywhere that it could, leaving only a little bit of her in the ceaseless gut that had killed her while the rest either went to filling out Erin’s curves or filling up Erin’s intestines in order to be shat back out in the morning.
 
What a way to go out.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several hours later…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
With yet another tap of her alarm clock, Erin woke from her deep sleep, breathing aloud and flipping onto her side just in time to let the powerful-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-blow out of her ass in a dark brown cloud reeking of rotten flesh, singeing the bedsheets slightly as it blew by and completely DESTROYING the frilly pair of panties Erin had been wearing the night before.
 
Not that this wasn’t expected, of course; far from it.
 
As the pred woman unleashed yet another hellish haze out from her rear, peeling the paint slightly on the other side of the bed, Erin simply opened her phone and began browsing the News app, casually scrolling past story after story until her morning farts had come to a complete stop.
 
With that out of the way, Erin gripped the other side of the bed and promptly pulled her way up into a sitting position, the foam sinking underneath her on account of the eighty plus pounds she’d gained digesting the thorn in her husband’s side overnight.
 
The frilly bra she’d chosen to wear last night (along with her now-ruined panties) had grown tight after adding the top-heavy YouTuber to them, each cup overflowing with breasts fat, swollen and veiny on account of all the milk that now sloshed about inside of them.
 
While they’d certainly put up a good fight, one stretch from Erin and the poor thing was dead for good, snapping and flying off of her chest as her boobs took up their full expanse and bounced against each other like jello molds before finally coming to a rest atop her chest.
 
“Oh, man.”, Erin groaned.
“I actually kinda liked that one…”
 
Ironically enough, the woman she’d eaten last night was actually quite comparable in cup size (albeit a bit smaller) before she’d been added to the now superior breasts; maybe, in another life, they could have just traded bras and settled this whole skirmish right then and there.
 
But alas, even in death, SSSniperwolf didn’t seem too keen on making friends, forcing another rank-
 
*FRRRT*
 
-out of her killer’s ass that blasted directly against the now-formerly white mattress, staining and singeing it immensely as it did so.
 
“Okay, okay! I guess I’ll let you out right now!”, Erin said begrudgingly.
“Sheesh! You prey girls have been so FREAKING impatient lately…”
 
At that, the predator heaved themselves off the bed and straightened their back out as another face-melting fart barreled out behind her, picking what was left of her underwear out from her crotch before tossing it to the floor and walking towards the bedroom door.
 
Her arm clasped itself over her breasts as best it could to stop them from jiggling so much, burning hot milk steadily leaking against her skin the harder she pressed and dripping onto the floor as she walked.
 
She needed to get back into eating people with those things; hadn’t actually done it since college (when she used two of her former sorority sisters as milk fodder for drinks at a party), but GOD, did it always feel good when she did it.
 
Erin shook her other hand about as the pleasurable thoughts of melting somebody down to the bone in her boobs was making the crotch she was covering with said other hand a lot more wet than usual, the digestion-ready femcum forming sticky strings like tree sap between her fingers and the folds of her labia.
 
While while a lot of Lia had gone to her breasts and the soft potbelly that now stuck out beneath them, a decent chunk of the streamer had wound up going right to her ass (just like the rest of her fans did), giving each cheek a little curve as they sat atop her thickened thighs and wobbled about like water balloons with every step, clapping slightly against each other as they did so.
 
With as much caution as she could muster with a fully grown woman packed into her intestines, Erin opened the door and stealthily tip-toed towards the bathroom, passing by her husband Jack in the kitchen spending the morning how he spent the beginning of EVERY morning and checking the stats on today’s YouTube video; it did get a bit heady at times, but it WAS his passion for the last decade plus, so who was she to judge?
 
“Morning, babe!”, Jack said passively, only to greeted by a loud-
 
*BUUOORRP*
 
-from his wife as Erin slammed the bathroom door behind her and went about her business.
"Alright. Props to me for trying."
 
Eager to be rid of last night’s nuisance, Erin began to push the second her fattened ass made contact with the already cracked toilet seat, groaning slightly as the first waist-thick log of shit parted her butt cheeks and splashed down into the toilet bowl beneath her.
 
Soon one followed the other and so on and so on, each one filled with little remnants of what used to be one of the most popular YouTubers in the world; a stray bone here, a sneaker there…
 
Even her phone seemed to make it out in one piece, albeit with the screen cracked and the insides spread out amongst the pounds of human waste it had found itself buried in.
 
After only a few minutes, the deed was done, Erin letting out an unabashed moan of ecstasy the moment she felt her bowels finally rid themselves of the overgrown appetizer; wiping herself clean, she stood up and gazed at the man-made masterpiece SSSniperwolf.
 
With one object, in particular, drawing her attention the most.
 
Plastered atop the grinning skull of SSSniperwolf laid the thick pair of reading glasses that had become her trademark in recent years, their otherwise perfect condition being sullied slightly by the plastic arms being bent out of shape on account of the bone-crushing pressure of Erin’s intestines.
 
She pondered the unintentional wear-and-tear demo for a moment, wondering if she should just send every last remnant of SSSniperwolf down to the sewers of Los Angeles for all that she'd done over the last couple weeks, but the pred figured she could at least keep a little memento from the occasion, ripped the glasses out from their resting place before flushing, the glass snapping in her hand slightly from the most delicate of touches.
 
With her impromptu trophy now rinsed off and dried, Erin fixed up her hair before running back to the bedroom in order to dress up; seeing as how none of her bras fit anymore (and the swampiness of her crotch was still a problem not worth fixing at the moment), the pred woman chose to wear a simple pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt proudly proclaiming herself as the "Queen of NOT CARING" to better fit this lazy Saturday morning.
 
Even with the oversized t-shirt, however, her boobs were still visibly wobbling underneath the comparatively thin fabric, each breast bounding against each other lightly as she turned from side to side in her bedroom mirror; while that look was already a bit much for a morning spent at home, the wet spots streaming down the front of her shirt on account of the milk steadily leaking out of her breasts were really just the cherry-on-top.
 
"I'm sure it's FINE!", she said to her reflection.
"It's a Saturday."
 
At that, Erin rammed her stomach against the dresser (unleashing one last burp in the privacy of her own bedroom) before finally setting towards the kitchen, making sure to grab the nearest bottle of wine off of the kitchen counter on her way in, ripping the cork off with her teeth, spitting it out and pouring some of that sweet rosé into her husband’s awaiting glass.
 
“Why, thank you, Erin!”, Jack said in feigned surprise.
“That's very nice of you."
 
“Don’t mention it.”, Erin replied as she began chugging wine directly out of the bottle the MOMENT she’d finished pouring Jack a glass.
 
While it was routine to let her finish her drink before trying to talk, the sheer amount of boob that was becoming visible through the fabric of Erin’s t-shirt (on account of her accidentally pouring wine all over herself as she drank) prompted Jack to ask about his wife’s sudden boost in curves.
 
“Hey, babe?”, he said, prompting Erin to let out a crude-
 
*BUORP*
 
-from between her lips as she lowered the near-empty bottle to her side in order to speak.
 
“Yes, Jack?”, she replied.
 
“Did you eat somebody last night?”, Jack asked, his eyes trying not to linger on his wife's breasts as he did so.
 
Erin gave Jack a look of surprise as those words left his mouth; it was hardly a secret that she had a tendency to eat people (she’d done it the night they first met at a bar oh so many years ago), so bringing it up at breakfast like this was odd, even for the odd couple that the both of them made.
 
“What makes you say that?”, Erin replied.
 
“I dunno.”, Jack said with a shrug.
“I just thought I heard the front door closing super late last night. Was wondering if you were getting a BITE to eat, so to say."
 
"And what if I did?", Erin said before leaning back, giving Jack just a peek of her stomach sagging beneath the lip of her t-shirt in the process.
 
“Doesn’t look like they’re in there now, so I guess I can’t stop you.”, he quipped.
 
“Good.”, Erin said matter-of-factly.
“Cause, as a matter of fact, I DID eat somebody last night, JACK, and I PLAN on doing it again whenever possible!”
 
Ever one to keep a joke going, Jack gave his wife a knowing smile and a dismissive wave of his hand.
 
“Oh, you!”, he said coyly.
 
“You know me.”, Erin replied before bringing the bottle back to her lips and finishing the wine within.
 
Another loud burp blasted forth from the predator's mouth, this time taking with it a stray black string from the outfit last night's meal had on among the spit splattering against the floor.
 
“So who was it?”, Jack asked.
 
“Mmm. Nobody important.”, Erin said back as she dropped the empty bottle into the trash.
 
“Oh God, was it another fanboy again?”, exclaimed Jack.
 
“How did you know I’ve been eating SSSniperwolf’s fanboys?”, Erin said with a hint of concern before promptly face-palming out of embarrassment.
 
“Well, first off, you just confessed it right there.”, her husband pointed out.
“Second, your butt HAS been getting bigger..."
 
“Is it really that big?”, Erin asked before leaning over, the fabric in her stretchy pants audibly tearing as she did so.
 
“Oh, it’s BEEN big.”, Jack emphasized.
“It’s just gotten a little bigger recently. Not that that’s a bad thing, of course. Looks great on you.”
 
"Aw!", Erin said with a cute look in her eyes as she approached her husband and pressed his head against her hips.
"Thank you, baby."
 
"No problem.", Jack said matter-of-factly as he went in to cradle his wife's stomach, only to pull back the second a loud-
 
*BEURP*
 
-exploded from Erin's mouth the moment his hand came into contact with it.
“So it WAS a fanboy...”
 
“Not exactly…”, Erin said with a sly side eye as she stepped away.
 
“What does that mean?”, her husband asked.
 
“I mean that who it was was kind of the de facto leader of the fan boys.", Erin said confidently before realizing her mistake.
"Maybe. I dunno. It's a mystery."
 
“Stop!”, Jack said in shock.
“Erin, you didn’t.”
 
“I didn’t what?”, Erin asked.
 
“Did you eat SSSniperwolf?”, Jack asked back.
 
“What?! No!”, the pred said unconvincingly.
“Come on, do you REALLY think I’d be so petty as to just MURDER somebody that’s been giving you a hard time online?”
 
“Yes! You do it a LOT, now that I think about it.”, her husband replied.
“In fact, I KNOW you’ve got reason to do it BECAUSE she doxxed our old house and forced us to move.”
 
“Mmm. True, true.”, the pred said with a nod.
“That WOULD be a good reason to do it…”
 
“So you DID do it.”, Jack continued.
 
“No, I did not eat SSSniperwolf.”, Erin replied.
 
“Whew! Good.”, the YouTuber said with a sigh of relief.
“For a second there, I thought you took things WAY beyond a Twitter feud."
 
“She did that when she doxxed us.”, added Erin, drumming her fingers atop her stomach as she did so.
 
“Oh, for sure.”, Jack said back.
“Straight up killing her is kind of a step-up, though. Not sure if that's okay to do on our part."
 
“Eh. That’s up for debate.”, Erin said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to play a little bit of Animal Crossing before taking... *YAWN* another nap..."
 
“Alright.”, Jack said with a shrug.
“Sounds fine by me.”
 
“Good.”, the pred said with a smile before realizing something.
“Oh yeah, thought I'd give you a little something I got off of that gi- I mean that PERSON I ate outside last night."
 
Reaching into the pocket of her sweats, Erin pulled out the ruined glasses of , one lens falling out completely before being handed to a confused Jacksfilms.
 
“Uh…”, he hummed.
“Thank… you?”
 
“You’re welcome!”, Erin said gleefully as she stepped out of the room, another crude burp echoing throughout the house before she went back to the little hovel that was her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
 
Jack examined the glasses in his hand, convinced that he'd seen them SOMEWHERE before.
 
“Are these…?”, he whispered to himself.
“Nah!”
 
At that, Jack set the trophy down on the table and continued looking through YouTube, a few SSSniperwolf videos flying by in his Recommended Viewing page not ringing any alarm bells in his mind.
 
It took maybe a week before the internet had noticed Lia’s disappearance, the sudden break in her prerecorded reaction videos causing quite the stir online, especially considering she’d been someone who’d uploaded daily for the last five years before.
 
Most blamed Jack’s incessant critique as the culprit, but with a little motivation from his wife (and support from the fans online, of course), life continued as always for Jack as the content returned to what it had been before the feud had ever started.
 
And as for Erin? Well, tits bigger than her head, a good meal AND a happy husband?
 
She could hardly think of much more to ask for.