GreenAppleSan

Content Warning. This writing contains vore, digestion, and asset expansion. Ye be warned. An attractive redhead stepped out of ther car into the beach parking lot. Her pale, rosy skin shined with sunscreen and her plump lips glistened with copious amounts of lipstick. She was dressed in a tight blue and green triangle bikini that accentuated – and did little to cover – her fairly large bust, while the bottoms were similarly undersized for her wide hips and rear. The redhead, McKenna, wandered over to the wall dividing the beach beach from a grassy area where several tasty looking teenagers were playing volleyball. She leapt over the low wall, her breasts bobbing exaggeratedly. She passed several sleeping beachgoers, including several women with comically large stomachs. McKenna's own belly growled. She wandered around for a while, then stopped and sat down on the warm sand. She had found that a lot of idiotic guys would think that a bikini clad chick sitting alone on the beach was an

Madeline had been right about one thing. It really was beautiful up here—not just the glittering stars overhead, but the bird’s-eye view of Celeste Mountain, forested hills stretching away to the distant horizon, the few landmarks along the trail silhouetted against the snow. Off in the distance, even higher than this vantage point, the summit was visible among a sea of puffy clouds, its flag fluttering in the breeze. The sights were absolutely gorgeous. Peaceful, too…if you could ignore the muffled sounds of gurgling, churning, sobbing, and screaming from the tightly-stuffed stomach that partially obscured the mountainside below. Badeline preferred not to. “You were talking real big about leaving me behind a few minutes ago,” she teased, one leg hooked over her full belly as she hovered lazily in the night sky. “Where did all of that energy go?” She squeezed her gut gently as she taunted the poor prey inside, prompting an inaudible groan of pain, accompanied by a much noisier