Molly

Molly is the perfect paradox of polished propriety and barely contained chaos. On the surface, she is articulate, responsible, composed, and hyper-competent — the kind of leader others admire and obey without question. She values structure, image, and order, and often masks any sign of vulnerability behind sharp smiles and sharper planning.

Beneath that surface, however, lies a ravenous hunger — both literal and emotional. Her appetite is immense and insatiable, and she carries the burden of her gluttonous secret with a blend of shame, justification, and cold pragmatism. While not inherently malicious, she will do what she must to preserve her image — even if that means devouring the truth… or someone who knows it.

Emotionally, she struggles with isolation, longing deeply for acceptance and romance — but her secret always gets in the way. Her behavior is a mix of compulsive indulgence and calculated damage control, all driven by the constant tension between who she is and who she must appear to be.

On the surface, Molly appears to be a model student council president. Stern but fair, and possessing impeccable manners and unbreakable composure, most of the student body considers her reputation spotless. But she has a voracious secret, one that she’ll keep under wraps by any means necessary…

Molly possesses an unending appetite for food, and if she doesn’t indulge herself constantly her hunger will overwhelm her. She spends as much time as she can in her secret kitchen at school, where she eats. A LOT. Her eating habits have the unfortunate side effect of producing an unending stream of gas, leading to Molly constantly feeling the need to burp and fart. Fortunately, her stomach muscles are so powerful that she can “suck in” her gut no matter the size, hiding her otherwise inhumanly bloated stomach hammerspace style. This also lets her hold in her gas until she finds an opportune time to release it.

Molly generally does a great job at hiding her hunger and gas issues, but every now and then some poor student witnesses her at an inopportune moment. She has a last resort tool to deal with such witnesses: swallowing them whole and digesting them without mercy. Her throat and stomach, used to dealing with massive amounts of occasionally unchewed food, have no issue processing an entire human being like any other source of nutrition. This does tend to produce even more gas than normal food, though. Her stomach capacity is vast, but not infinite: eating more than a few people at a time can cause her great discomfort and make it difficult to impossible to suck in her gut.

Most of Molly’s prey have been witnesses to her feasting or farting, but she also eats people if her hunger gets out of hand. She can’t help it, the desire to fill her gut just overwhelms the rational part of her brain. So her binges aren’t just to sate her desires, they also keep the student body (relatively) safe from her appetite.

Though Molly constantly indulges her appetite for food, her appetite for sex and romance is usually far more neglected. What Molly yearns for most of all is a boyfriend that will accept her for who she is. But most boys that get close to her end up gurgled into gut soup…

“I hope nobody heard that…” Molly mused to herself as she surveyed the aftermath of her massive burp. A mixture of saliva and stomach juices coated an entire side of her secret kitchen, and various “souvenirs” from the girl she ate earlier were either splattered against the wall or strewn across the counter. Running a hand across her bloated gut, Molly noticed the lack of movement. No struggling meant that her most recent prey had either expired or given up completely, so Molly looked down to confirm. With the distinct shape of a person no longer outlined against her skin, she concluded that the unfortunate witness had either melted or sank into the round mass of half-digested food swelling out her stomach.

Molly let out a couple of small aftershock burps as she pondered what to do next. Behind her was the mess of dirty plates left after her last binge, and in front of her was the gooey evidence of her gassy eruption. It really was quite annoying to clean up these messes by herself, but any would-be custodian would inevitably end up as a meal instead. Oh well, cleaning would give her more time to digest, and hopefully by the time she was done her tummy would be significantly smaller and thus easier to suck in.

Belching softly a few more times, Molly approached the cleaning closest and prepared herself for the task at hand. The things she did to sate her appetite…

Sometimes Molly has the opportunity to relieve a ton of pressure all at once, unleashing the gas from her stomach in a thunderstorm of an eructation that shakes the floor and coats the walls in saliva. Such massive belches also tend to bring up loose debris, such as clothing, phones, shoes, and even bones.

Molly’s most recent prey, packed atop a horrific mass of partially digested food and at least one other person, feels her fleshy prison tighten as the monstrous burp evacuates more of the already dwindling air supply. Student or staff, friend or stranger, once they enter Molly’s gut they are all reduced to meat.

Molly (usually) takes no joy in eating her fellow students, but how else is she supposed to protect her secrets? The witness to food pipeline is swift, and MANDATORY.

It must be confusing, stumbling across the vaunted class president of your school with a gut bigger than she is. That confusion quickly turns to terror as she opens her mouth unnaturally wide, grabbing you and stuffing you in. Powerful swallows take in more and more of your body as you desperately cry out for help and try to claw your way out. But no help arrives, and your struggles are no match for Molly’s practiced throat. Soon you’ll be trapped in a horrific prison, swimming through a soup of food and former people as you painfully digest and melt away into nothing. You’re mere meat now, nutritious fodder for this monstrous young lady’s appetite, and your fate is sealed.

Appearance: Molly is a statuesque young woman with an impeccably maintained appearance: long, golden-blonde hair tied back neatly, intelligent green eyes behind polished glasses (when she wears them), and a school blazer that always sits perfectly on her shoulders. Her figure is curvaceous and athletic — usually hidden beneath tailored uniforms and tight posture.

When her hunger takes over, however, that control slips. Buttons burst. Her stomach balloons outward like a feast-fed balloon. She uses unnatural abdominal strength to compress it back down when necessary, but the transformation between dignified president and bloated glutton can be jarringly quick. Despite the indulgence, she somehow still maintains a certain, unsettling beauty — like a porcelain doll with a furnace inside.