As she thought about it, the more she thought that it was just a disturbingly erotic dream. She fondled her bellyfat, murring softly at how good her soft, yellow-furred flesh felt. She remembered fondly how exquisite being stuffed so full felt, the pleasure of a belly so packed that it stretched out beyond its limits. She recalled with delight the sensation of having someone alive and whole inside her belly, wriggling about, knowing that they would soon be digested into more fat to fill out her sleek body.
She couldn't give that up.
So what if it was wrong? So what if it was insane? She longed for it. She craved it. The feeling of stuffing herself so full her belly ached and then stuffing herself even more. The feeling of people wriggling about inside her belly, digesting into more fat. The feeling of all this weight, all this softness on her body. It felt too good.
And she wasn't about to surrender it.
So what if she was a glutton? So what if she would never be satisfied? The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of eating forever, constantly growing bigger and bigger. And if there was an evil plot involved in her sudden hunger, then she meant to thank the person responsible for showing her the light. And then she'd eat him or her.
Feeling much better despite her dream, she hefted herself upright and began to look around for more to eat. Her stomach rumbled, and she grinned, patting it. "Soon, my friend. You're going to get bigger and bigger," she told her rumbling belly. Licking her lips, she dashed off to find some food.
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