“You might as well relax hon, that little tummy tantrum isn’t going to stop the movement you make being smooth and regular,” chided Bug, as she mocked her mewling meal with a smug confidence. The grey glutton patting her stomach gently, as she mulled the lingering aftertaste of sweat and fear upon her palate. The distinct flavour of her squirming snack’s lilac lipstick lingering, as the slate snarfer savoured the satisfying sensation of her abdomen stretching to accommodate the trapped thrashing of her twitching treat. The pathetic protests a combination of barely understandable bleating and fidgeting quivers, as the woman within writhed helplessly against her packed-away predicament.

The dour devourer ignoring the boisterous bucking emanating off the bunched-up bulge sagging her stomach, as at this point Crystal Lullaby was just another opinionated lump of meat on a short trip through Bug’s bowels. The distraught damsel-shaped droop jiggling with each meek kick, as the slate snarfer’s feisty food baby tried to push back against the churning squeezing of the stomach surrounding her. Bug responding by gently rubbing her very full and still moving middle, as she was already pondering what girthy texture the bone-speckled ropes her effeminate cargo would bake into, would feel like brushing against her arsehole. The dour devourer already well versed in smelting her fellow students down into a muffin top full of girl shit,  and this soon-to-be guy gravy would be no exception.

The entombed trembling would soon cease, and before long Crystal would just be a sloshing soup of pulped protein pushing through Bug’s intestines. The defined features of her filling female food rounding out, as within the hour, the person-sized protrusion began to shrink into a deflating sphere of gurgling slurry.  Digestion running its slow and inevitable course despite the frantic fuss her fodder made, as in the end Bug’s pudgy belly would process her peer down into a meaty chyme regardless of their stifled objections. Bug listening to the muffled sounds of her consumed classmate gradually drowned out under the groaning of her engorged gut with a blasé interest, as it was not like Crystal had anything important to say before she was converted into calories.

She was just another spoiled bitch who would soon be brewing against Bug’s backdoor, like all the other women the grey glutton had forgotten with a flush. The only reason she was currently marinating in the mardy muncher’s misshapen midriff being the fact her figure was a similar build to Bug’s, so of course the proficient predator was going to snag the spare P.E kit that came with a free meal. Bug letting out a bassy belch as she felt the heavy weight of her substantial snack settle with a quaint shudder, as Crystal was already beginning to succumb to the smothering squish of her stomach. Bug’s stuffed system leaving her a little lethargic, as blood began to divert towards her overloaded gastric tract in order to deal with her unruly passenger. The only question on Bug’s mind as she cradled her titanic tum towards a quiet study room, was if her plumped-up proportions were going to fit in her newly acquired outfit once she was padded out with an ample layer of Crystal chub…

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When Bug needed a spare P.E kit, of course, she was gonna score the one that came with a free meal...

My one-hundred-and-fifty-fifth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one features Bug rocking a suspiciously Crystal Lullaby-shaped belly bulge...


This image of a sportingly dressed Bug was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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