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Chica let out a sigh as the janitor closet door closed behind her, leaning heavily against the wall. She let out a belch as she rested a hand on her large squirming belly, ignoring the muffled pleas and enjoying the sensation.
A poor employee had gotten Monty Mystery Mix spilled all over them, the smell calling to Chica like a siren song. She couldn't help herself, not as they struggled and screamed for her to stop, their pizza-flavour soaked skin too enticing to resist.
And now, away from any prying eyes, Chica could enjoy her wriggling meal to the fullest. No staff would spot her, and make her give up her prize.
She propped a mop against the handle though, just in case.
More burps and content sighs slipped from her lips, as she stroked her gut, lost in bliss. She'd never eaten anything live before, or this big in one bite, but it felt good. She felt so full, edging on discomfort, yet oh so satisfying, a food-fueled ecstasy.
She was thankful her leotard was stretchy, the fabric still tearing a little, but not fully. Still, she cringed at the occasional sound of ripping fabric, the little tears getting bigger as her food squirmed and kicked. Embarrassing, yes, but there was no one in the closet to see her.
The fashion faux pas, but right now, it felt worth it. She squeezed her stomach, making her prey squirm more, and a long hearty belch coming from her. Tasted like the best meat lover’s pizza she'd ever had.
And she couldn't possibly give that up, not as the poor worker begged her to let them out. No, once their pizza-flavoured taste hit her tongue again, she'd instinctively swallow them once more. Better to just digest and enjoy, then give them false hope.
Pressing her gut against the closet wall, she leaned her weight against it, hands held out above her. She could feel the shape even more now, as she crushed them, barely able to squirm. It felt so good.
Staying in that position, she back to rock her hips forward, humping her gut against the wall in a slow rhythmic pattern, as her stomach started to get noisy. Ah, they wouldn’t last much longer now, her digestive enzymes were strong, matching her voracious appetite.
As she continued to grind them against the wall, she could feel their shape start to soften, as they soon quickly shut up, before they stopped moving.
A loud raucous belch ripped out her throat, as she quickly covered her beak, hoping no one heard. The closet wasn't soundproof after all.
A beat of silence, and nothing. Chica let out a relieved sigh, and began to stroke her soft gut. They'd been digested, just a sloshy pizza-flavoured slush, her intestines hungrily absorbing them. And to her horror, Chica realized, her body was turning the poor worker into body fat.
She could already feel it, stretching out the untorn parts of her leotard. Her butt had gotten bigger, some of the employee resting on her hips too. And her chest...
Reaching into her suit, she groped her breasts, finding them softer, plumper, bigger. She'd gone up a size, stretching out the leotard a little, and possibly now giving guests an eyeful of sideboob.
That, wasn't so bad. She could deal with a little weight gain, especially in all those areas. But, as her stomach finished processing her hearty meal, she found they'd left a sizeable amount of pudge on her belly, her hard work exercising and dieting ruined.
Dammit, now she'd have to exercise twice as hard, just to get slim again. She was already dreading going back on a diet again. She should've known humans would be fattening.
Still, despite the repercussions, it still felt worth it. Even if she knew this would happen, she would still give in. After all, she did feel full and satisfied for once.
Mostly, she just hoped Roxanne would still think she was cute.
So removing the mop from the closet door, Chica snuck out, hoping she'd be able to make back to her room and change, before people noticed.