That Morning

You and I have just finished having a little romp in the sheets and I'm expressing how much of a good time I've been having with someone who is not my boyfriend. Wearing a red lace full booty panties and a red crop top, I go about making the bed that we've messed it up so thoroughly, which includes loads of bending over to give you ample ass views. I start to compare how much better and exciting you to my boyfriend. We have great sex all the time, whereas he does the most boring things such as; the missionary position every single time; him 'finishing' fast; and him n...

That Morning

You and I have just finished having a little romp in the sheets and I'm expressing how much of a good time I've been having with someone who is not my boyfriend. Wearing a red lace full booty panties and a red crop top, I go about making the bed that we've messed it up so thoroughly, which includes loads of bending over to give you ample ass views. I start to compare how much better and exciting you to my boyfriend. We have great sex all the time, whereas he does the most boring things such as; the missionary position every single time; him 'finishing' fast; and him not letting me go down on him as much as I'd love to, which you know is one of my most favorite things! In fact, he's coming back in a little while and you'll have to leave, which is a bummer.

Since I'm bending over often as I continue to straighten the bed, you use it as an excuse to compliment how nice and big my ass is. "Ya know", I sigh, giving my ass a solid spank, "When you eat as many people as I do, you gotta have a big ass. It all goes here!", and I emphasize my point with another booty smack. This gets me started on complaining about my boyfriend again, and in my relaxed state around you, a very juicy fart bubbles out from my behind. I whip around in embarrassment and start apologizing, but before I can get very far, my face scrunches up and I wave my hand in front of my face commenting on how smelly it is. Actually relieved, you tell me that you liked it. "Oh really!?", I smile, "Well then--" and I let out a bubbly burp to match the fart. I egregiously judge my boyfriend for not allowing me to pass gas at all, which is really frustrating.

From here on, I just let them rip, farting and belching as if I'm alone by myself. But now, you get to take pleasure in them, too. It's so nice to be my normal gassy self around someone who I can burp and fart so freely. Honestly, I've been holding it in around you, which is hard, because of all the people I eat. Now, I don't need to worry about when we have sex the way that we do, since it tends to fuck all of that gas out of me. I reiterate that when I eat people, the flatulence is an immediate result, and I turn around to smack and jiggle my booty, demonstrating where they wind up, which is the fat on my phat ass.

This particular bout of gassiness was from someone I ate at the gym yesterday. I go on to share a story of this gym-step-bro-guy that wouldn't stop staring at my juicy rump, which was disruptive for me. So, I lured him to the girl's locker-room, and into one of the shower stalls. Pretending that I was going to give him a blowjob, I got on my knees, opened my mouth really wide, and used a jiu-jitsu move to topple him inside of it. Since he liked my mighty rear end so much, he could become a part of it! Since my reaction to eating people is so sudden, I started immediately farting and burping him out. There's another thing that tends to happen after such a significant meal, which is that I need to take a person-sized dump. So, I had to go into one of the locker room stalls, and I buried the toilet with a his remains, with bones and everything. "His skull had this expression of pure terror on it", I delightfully convey, "which is the best part. The dread they reveal when they're struggling and afraid in my bloated belly, as I digest them." and I give my belly a little pat.

You ask why I eat people. "Because they taste really good", I answer. "But mostly, it's the absolute horror at what's happening that makes them so fucking delicious! Which is also a massive turn on", I moan, "Knowing that they're going to meet" -- and I grab to jiggle my ass with both hands -- "this end." I continue to bounce my cheeks here and there during our time together, to really model off what becomes of them. "The only down side", I ponder, "is figuring out what to do with their remains. Like that guy at the gym. I don't think I can return to the gym after I buried that toilet." and I laugh in a wicked way.

"Oh, don't worry", I voice when I see you starting to get nervous that I might eat you, "I'd never eat someone I have romantic feelings for.". Which brings us back to how boring I think my boyfriend is. So, you ask if I'd ever eat him, my boyfriend. After a very short debate with myself, I say, "Well, he's a decent enough person, so wouldn't it be kind of cruel? Actually, I think it would be kind of hot, right? After he's been so nice to me, for him to just become one of my massive toilet-burying dumps!?" and I let out a long loud ripper from that gym-step-bro I'd eaten. Thinking about the cruelty of it is enough to get me going again, and I wiggle my ass at you.

You ask what my biggest fantasy is and without barely a thought about it, I verbally fantasize about how I would love to have sex right after I've eaten my boyfriend whole, and he's still thrashing around in my belly. "Then", I passionately postulate, "I would have you cum down my throat, and my partially-digested boyfriend would have not choice but to get coated in my lover's cum." and laugh sadistically.

You ask what the most fucked up thing I'd ever done was, and I share a detailed story about when I went to my best friend's wedding, back in my pre-boyfriend ho days, and I fucked her husband after the ceremony. Afterwards, he got all weird, so I ate him. Later at the party when she asked me where he might be, I accidentally burped his wedding ring right in her face! I didn't even really feel that bad about it. In fact, I was kind of turned on that she was so upset, crying and in tears. That was the end of that friendship.

Sharing these personal vore stories starts to turn me on and so I return the conversation to whether I'd eat my boyfriend or not, and I land on wanting to go through with it. "Yeah, really!", I exclaim, "What's great about this, is that since he's so boring and "perfect", he has this incredible life insurance policy. We can take that money and go on a vacation. In fact, with how much money I'd get from him, we could do all sorts of things." which I list out loud what those things could be. I make it extra clear how you will get to reap the benefits of what eating him will do, by smacking and jiggling my badonkadonk. "If I wasn't clear", I purr, "It will make my ass fatter."

You and I can finally be together like we've been wanting to. I won't have to lie to myself anymore about who I am and what I want to do, which includes eating my boyfriend. We will also get to share in how damn gassy I become after I consume a person. I tell you that you should probably get going because my boyfriend will be home soon, and I can't wait to have a nice little 'discussion' with him. I give you a little wave, telling you that I'll see you after the deed has been done.

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A Short While Later

I'm sitting on the couch waiting at home for you, my boyfriend, and I give you a smile in greeting. The first thing out of your mouth is asking why I'm wearing what I'm wearing. "Cause I'm at home", I exclaim, "and because YOU bought me these panties!" and I model off my lacey red full booty underwear that match my red crop top so well. You immediately move on in your negativity and ask why it smells bad in here? Irritated, I ramble off some excuse about going #2 that morning and forgetting to use a freshener or shut the bathroom door. Only I don't used the words 'number two' and you make yet another fuss about that, too. "I was actually in a good mood until you showed up giving me the 3rd fucking degree!" I assert, "Plus, I'm looking all cute and you don't even care about that." and I follow with a sigh, "We need to talk."

Trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, I decide to give you one last chance in the best way I know how. I tell you that think I would like to take our relationship to the next level and then list off some of the reasons why you're great -- or mediocre (cough cough). I was thinking we could spice it up with something simple. "Instead of missionary", I whisper, "maybe we could try doggy-style." and I smile provocatively. The smile fades fast when you tell me you don't have enough energy for it. Trying to hold in my maddened state, I ask, "How would you feel about taking it 1 step further, then? We've been together for quite some time now, and I'm still not allowed to burp or fart in front of you!" which shocks you to hear something that grosses you out so badly. "It just makes me want to do it even more!" I needle, "Because you've made it so taboo!"

Astonished at how flagrant I'm being, you're quick to try and shut down what I'm saying. Rolling my eyes, a little ticked off, I decide to drop the facade. Finally, I blurt out that I eat people, which makes me very gassy, which I highlight by blasting a mammoth fart from my tushie. "Then", I continue, "I bury a toilet with a person-sized dumpy mess!". You're response it to tell me how "fucking gross" that is. Offended, I reveal that I was trying to give you one last little bit of a shot! This was it and you failed! From here on, I joyfully let the gas flow freely from my big booty.

I finally give myself permission to let loose on you with an, "OMG, you are so fucking boring! I really do eat people. I really do get gassy all the time. And I really do dump them out, destroying toilets everywhere!". You still don't seem to fully believe me, so I reveal that I have a side-piece I've been cheating on you with, who was here earlier, and who fucked my brains out. "Me and him talked about our future together", I announce, "and that does not include you!". I inform you of my current goal of eating and digesting you; farting and burping you out; and then relieving myself of your remains. I further explain that I'm doing this to get all of your life insurance and your Will, since everything has been set to go to me for some time now. "And it's a lot of fucking money!", I maliciously comment, and the proceed to list off all of the possibilities for him and I, which are endless. "Also", I laugh, "it feels so good to finally just let it all out!" which I actively follow up with burps and butt-blasts.

Seeing that you still haven't noticed that I've been backing you into the corner, I reveal more of the plan. "I'm going to swallow you whole." I breathe, "Then, that guy who's been fucking me, is going to come back over and we're going to have lots and lots of sex, while you're being digested in my tummy!". I crawl around on the couch, making everything look nice and curvy and round, as I continue, "It'll happen slowly, too. You'll waste away into fumes, feeling everything, as he works his was inside of me and works me out. And after I fuck him, I'm goin got let him finish inside of my mouth. That way, when I swallow down his cum --" and I do a mock swallow -- "it will coat you as you struggle, thrash, and are afraid."

"Then", I moan sensually, "You're going to become my gas and toilet remains.". I finally see the fear start to creep into your face, causing you to start to physically reek of it! "I can smell it", I lust while leaning forward, "like a really good steak that's cooked just right." and you can see me begin to salivate. I explain that my big phat ass is attributed to eating people, which is a really big part of my life and you're completely unaware of it! You start to sputter over your words in response, which cases me to cackle, "Are you petrified so much with fright that you can't even talk? Oh, this is going to be delicious!" and I lick my lips.

I proceed to humiliated you about your life and how little you've done with it. "I don't think anyone is going to miss you after you're gone", I say to shame you, "You have no friends! No one's going to fucking miss you! You have what? A low-level position at a large-scale company? You're boring and haven't done a single note-worthy thing with your life.". I smile wickedly and press on, "Well, you're about to do the most note-worthy thing you've ever done. And that's to become a part of the fat on this big fat ass." and I jiggle and shake my bubble butt at you, while bending over the couch and giving it some hard spanks.

"Maybe", I murmur, "I won't dump you're remains into a toilet. Maybe I'll go to the home of the ones who birthed you and release the torrent of mess that is you, right onto their porch, bones and all! They'll get to witness the absolute look of horror on your terrified skull." and I erupt with devilish laughter. I stretch my hand out to inspect my clawed nails, before finishing, "It'll be my tribute to them. This, of course, would be AFTER I've had my fill of sex from the other guy, and you've had your cum bath."

Feeling as though I've talked enough, I decide it's really times to get to the point. You've been frozen in fright for a little while now and there's no escape. I beckon you towards me with a single finger, while I slowly crawl towards you, mouth opening wider and wider.

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Later That Evening

I'm back with my side thing, you, AKA my new main squeeze. We're in my room and I'm encouraging you to have a seat because I have so much to tell you. I prance into view and jump onto the bed, and excitedly announce that I actually went through with our plan for me to eat my boyfriend, so we can cash in on his life insurance plan and Will. "If you haven't noticed", I say with a hand flourish and gesture, "he's not any" -- a bubbly belch interrupts the word in such a nice smelly way -- "where in my place."

I take my time regaling you with the story of: how my boring-ass boyfriend came home from his boring-ass job; how I gave him the opportunity to do better and redeem himself, to which he failed miserably; how I freely released gas from both ends, while expressing my annoyance at how things have become; how I told him about you and the way you fulfill my needs in a way that he could never; how I was going to swallow him whole, and have lots and lots of sex with you afterward; how I'd have you cum down my throat, which he laughed at because he thought I was kidding (I was not); how he finally became afraid, smelling ripe with it, and simultaneously noticed I'd been backing him into a corner; how I explained what we were going to use the money for; how I taunted him about leaving his "remains" right on the front porch of loved ones; and how this is the most note-worthy thing he'd ever done with his life.

I provocatively talk about how I can already feel him turning into the fat on my ass, while wind breaks from my bubble butt and from my mouth. Working myself into being horny just from talking about it, I lustfully command, "Why don't you come over here and fuck me! Then, you can put your dick in my mouth!"

After some seriously steamy sex, I'd noticed you were getting close to cumming, so I asked you to pause and let me suck the cum from your cock. "How did it feel to fuck me while he was thrashing around in my stomach?" I whisper before I dive my mouth down onto your cock. I follow this by burping on your dick and thrusting it back between my lips. My backside answers my belches with bassy, yet squeaky, butt-blasts I get you closer and closer to cumming down my throat and coating my partially-digested boyfriend in it. I include plenty of dirty talk about what's currently happening and what you're about to do. I moan about how you'd pulled my panties to the side and we had a 'fucking' good time, while my (ex) boyfriend struggled in my belly. Soon, I start to encourage you to cum down my throat, and on a particularly loud bubbler from my rear, you do just that. Your cock explodes with spunk, which you hear me quickly, and greedily, gulp down.

Afterwards, I'm sprawling out sexily on my bed, while letting a long fart slip from my ass, and I verbally express how sexually satisfied I am. I'm excited that we can finally start our life together. There's no more hiding. "Now that we've completely the fantasy", I purr, "I think it's time to go bury the toilet." and I stop to ponder for a moment before continuing, "I can only imagine what his skull is going to look like. He was so scared when the time came to finally eat him! That pure terror has to be immortalized forever on his skull!"

I take a breath to calm down since all this talk is getting me turned on again. I tell you that after I've had the person-sized bowel movement, I'll bring you in to show it off. This way, you can know what I mean when I say that I bury toilets. When the urge becomes more urgent, I run off to go handle some toilet-clogging business, leaving you to think about our hot smelly future together.

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