“Mmmm…. You might as well relax Hon, you’ll only digest faster the more you squirm,”

Teasingly advised Bug through a bitten lip, as she savoured the sporadic shudders and bumbling bucks of the tucked-away treat currently thrashing in her tummy. The struggles sputtering out of her distraught damsel dinner in an uncoordinated stream of bleating protest, that pounded harmlessly against the grinding embrace of the gut encapsulating her. Not like an unruly load of lady lunchmeat was anything new to the grey glutton, as after several months of consuming her classmates the slate snarfer was well used to carrying the shifting weight of a heavy helping of feisty feminine flesh. Not like this skittish worming would do much to deter the woman’s devourer from digesting her though, as Bug knew full well that now her spirited supper was safely contained within the skintight shroud of her satisfyingly swollen stomach it was only a matter of time before digestion ran its course.

This sizable serving of protein would be processed no differently than any other, despite the fuss coming off this boisterous bundle of female fodder. The fall formal just adding a bit more ritz to this otherwise unremarkable indulgence, as her dolled-up peers donned their best party dresses in order to make an impression when they took to the dancefloor. Sophisticata was just one such woman strutting her stuff on her big night, though at this point though at this point that half a can of hairspray and the time she had taken meticulously applying her makeup had definitely been wasted. She had wanted to feel like a princess, but at this sweltering moment, she felt more like a half-drowned rat, as the fashionable finish she had honed in the mirror had dissolved like sugar the moment she was soaked in a moist coating of saliva and muggy stomach acid that now coated her from head to toe.

The only thing condemning her to her caustic captivity being the Burgundy dress she had been wearing. The garnet garment catching Bug’s eye, and from there the dour devourer had simply waited for her moment to strike when the oblivious woman excused herself to the toilet to adjust her blush. From there Sophisticata’s plans would soon be going down the pipes, as in the space of a few seconds the grey glutton had already decided who she was taking home with her tonight, as little more than another huge dollop of protein for her to digest at her discretion. Not like her unexpecting dinner date had an opinion in the matter, even as she let out a started squeal in the few short seconds it took Bug to unwrap Sophisticata from her outfit and begin guzzling her down with a ravenous speed.

A matter of moments all it had taken to relegate the surprised woman to a pleasant aftertaste and a bulge in Bug’s belly, leaving the slate snarfer’s substantial snack to begin squirming incessantly, once she got over the surprise of being so swiftly swallowed. Bug softly stroking the jerking sphere of her thrashing tum, as the muffled meeps of her massive meal were barely worth acknowledging, instead seeing the stifled sputters from her stowed supper as nothing more than the start of the gurgling white noise of digestion to follow. The writhing wriggles continuing as Bug demonstrated the art of squeezing two girls into one dress, as she found the fetching outfit could thankfully accommodate both her and its previous owner without ripping, even if it was a little tight around the middle.

Bug taking a moment to appreciate her reward for properly stripping Sophisticata, as the ruby dress looked better cladding her curves, than the fashionable fabric would have after taking a tour of her gastric tract as nothing more than additional fibre. Not like her morning movement wasn’t already going to stretch her out nicely, as just like with previous partakings soon the marinating brunette would just be another length of hot chocolatey muck waiting to be unloaded out of her arsehole. Bug could already picture what was left of the well-tanned woman steaming away beneath her newly fattened arse tomorrow morning, as the smooth shits made by human women felt simply sublime slipping into her toilet.

Sophisticata just another layer of ample adipose to plump out her already pneumatic proportions, as Bug had already lost count of how many of her fellow students were currently helping to fill up her bra. Her chubby cheeks a similar story as Crystal Prep and Canterlot High both added to her assets in equal measure, as the chunky soup of their liquidated nutrients slurped into her greedy intestines no differently, as she had yet to encounter a classmate who wouldn’t flow through her guts without incident. Before the end of the night Sophisticata would just be a well-boiled bowel movement, baked to the perfect shade of brown, as Bug’s well-versed innards rendered her down to just a few bone-laced logs waiting to crown.

A few flushes bookending the woman’s existence, as the colon-condensed fudge of her thoroughly metabolized body was sent down a septic tank or the sewers to stew. Her life amounting to just another consumed and forgotten conquest, trapped in the same sour space as the countless other women who had take the tight trip down Bug’s throat before her. She didn’t want to die, but it was not like Sophisticata had much of an opinion in the matter, as at this point, she was little more than food for her buxom better. Her legacy but a slither of fat on Bug’s curves, and a few stray articles of clothing that Bug would be adding to her wardrobe to commemorate another notch in her belt. For now, though, Bug would have to resign herself to this cosy toilet cubicle, until Sophisticata started to round out into a more manageable and less conspicuous muffin top, and then she could hit the dancefloor and see about finding herself some future breakfast….

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The Fall Formal rolls around and Bug sees it as the perfect opertunity to secure a snack, though I doubt Sophisticata is as enthused as the grey glutton...

My one-hundred-and-forty-ninth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Bug enjoying the weak wriggles after enjoying a Sophisticata snack...


This image of a full Bug rocking a prom dress was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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