STOP staring

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, towering above onlookers, was Valeria Cruz the 15-foot-tall, impossibly curvy regional manager of P.T.G. She shifted her weight with a heavy sigh, one hand resting on the taut, swollen dome of her gut that bulged outward with aggressive roundness. Her skin-tight dress clung to every curve, strained most violently over the distended orb of her belly, which twitched and sloshed with movement

From inside her belly, the muffled screams of her lazy employees echoed beneath the sounds of wet churning, deep gurgles, and the occasional sharp squelch

“H-help! Please! I’ll do the reports! I swear—”Mmmph! Let me out! I didn’t know the deadline was TODAY!”

GLURRRGGGHHH BLORP SQQQRRRLLCH

Her massive gut shifted, wobbling left and right as the squirming forms of her voluptuous subordinates—still in their too-tight office skirts and heels - were slowly being claimed by her greedy, digestive embrace. The sheer amount of soft, panicking flesh inside her made her stomach stretch to comical extremes, imprinting curves and legs against the membrane

A loud, wet BUUOOORRRP erupted from Valeria's lips, and she nonchalantly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at the onlookers gawking from the crosswalk

Stop staring for god’s sake!” she snapped, voice rich and sultry but full of authority I’m a big girl, and I need to eat a lot. These girls were dead weight anyway lazy, late, and sloppy. P.T.G doesn’t pay for mediocrity, okay?” URRRP oh, that was Bianca. She always had too much perfume.”

She gave her gut a firm pat, which made it jiggle wildly. The women inside whimpered as the stomach let out a long, churning groan—the kind that made your spine tingle. Her stomach was already working on them

The businesswoman turned, her colossal hips swaying with power, belly swinging side to side and brushing against a lamppost with a metallic thud. She adjusted her handbag and strutted forward, the wet slosh of her gut dragging behind her with each heavy step. Her heels clicked loudly on the concrete, echoing like the toll of a warning bell

Behind her, a pair of interns froze, wide-eyed as the smell of perfume, heat, and digestion wafted in her wake. One of them whispered “That was the entire third floor

The other nodded “Yeah. They missed their quota. Do you think we’re next?”

“Only if you’re stupid enough to be lazy on a deadline,” Valeria called over her shoulder, smirking I’ve got room for more, boys.”