Vivianne stifled a yawn as she got out of bed, barely resisting the urge to go back to sleep. Tomorrow's the weekend, she reminded herself. Almost there.

The teen was a terrible morning person at the best of times, so when she noticed the scent of bacon wafting from the kitchen, she gave up on getting dressed and immediately started shuffling towards it.

As Vivianne stumbled into the kitchen, dressed only in her underwear and a half-buttoned shirt, her mother silently watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye while tending the stove. After the lanky teen collapsed into a chair at the table, eyes barely open, her mum made a declaration.

“You're not having breakfast today.”

Vivianne's expression morphed from tired, to confused, to annoyed. “What? Why not?”

“I'm putting my foot down. You're not eating a bite in this household until you eat one of your classmates.”

While some may have been startled or baffled by such a proclamation, Viv just sighed and sank deeper into her chair. “Muuuuum. We've talked about this!”

“Yes, I know dear, and when you said you were just looking for the right girl I supported you entirely. But you're growing up, and if you don't become a predator soon, you'll regret it! There was this one girl I went to school with, growing up, called Nadia, and she-”

“Yeah yeah, you've told me already,” the teen interrupted with a huff. “She kept putting it off, and then she ran into a pred, and got eaten. You've said it like a dozen times.”

“Because it's important! She was such a slight thing, and it made her nervous, but if she had overcome that and eaten just one or two girls there's no chance that cow Melanie could've-”

“I knooooooow!”

“Yes, right, fine! My point is, you're old enough, and we both know your class is filled with delicious looking girls, so you need to stop putting it off. Just, pick one at random!”

That got a blush out of Vivianne. “Mum! You know I can't, just, pick one!”

“Why not?” The mature pred responded with a shrug, poking at the sizzling bacon as she did. “How about... Vanessa, then?”

“Ugh, that nerd?”

“Well what about Alicia?”

“Ew, no, she stinks! I think she doesn't wash her hair on purpose.”

“Heh, that wont protect her through university. Okay, maybe... who's that sporty girl, the one with a blonde ponytail?”

“Nah, Teresa is cool. She's the one who ate Katy last month.”

“Oh, good on her! I wondered who got that delicious little... Ahem, anyway, hmm. Ah, what about that new girl, the one who moved to your school this year? What's she like?”

“Camilla. She's- I mean... She's fine. We hang.”

Glancing back over her shoulder at the change in tone, the elder pred took one look at her daughter before returning to the bacon with a smirk. “Oh yeah, 'fine'. What's she look like?”

“Just, you know,” Vivianne muttered, twiddling with one of her shirt buttons. “Fine. Brown hair, she's pretty pale. The pop-y girls like her.”

“Mhm, mhm. She work out? Run track, cheerleader, anything like that?”

“Nah, she... just, you know. Sits around, talks a lot. Friends with everyone.”

“Okay, okay. Pretty soft then? Cares about her appearance? Nice body wash?” The veteran pred continued to prod, keeping her voice casual. Figuring the bacon was about done, she flipped the entire pan onto a single plate for herself – making sure to wave as much of the smell back towards the table as possible.

Vivianne didn't notice, still focused on idly playing with her buttons. “Yeah, I mean, yeah. Strawberry, I think.”

Her mother walked over to the table, placing the big plate of bacon on the opposite side of the table. “Mmm. Sounds perfect, then. Eat her.”

The bluntness of her mothers words snapped the teen upright, suddenly aware of her behaviour. “Mum! I mean, she's my friend, I wouldn't-”

A loud rumble interrupted her, coming straight from her own stomach, incensed by the smell of bacon now filling Vivianne's nose. The girl couldn't help but blush, instinctively putting her arms over her tummy as though trying to silence it.

Vivianne's mother just smiled gently. “Cmon, dear, that's not why you haven't eaten her. You've been thinking about her for a while, right? Make today the day!”

“I just – look, why does it matter? I'll eat her another day, it's fine.” The teen sulked, turning to look out the window, away from her mother.

“Look,” the elder pred said, sitting at the table with a sigh. “You've wanted to be a predator since you were a little girl, and I know there's that pred acadamy you really want to go to. If you tell me that you really, truly want to give up on that, then you can have breakfast. But I'm not gonna watch my daughters dream slip away from her because she got cold feet and I didn't give her the push she needed, okay?”

Vivianne didn't respond, keeping her gaze fixed on the window outside. Her mum didn't say anything, didn't stare expectantly, but instead opted to simply pick away at her own breakfast. She knew she had to let her daughter think on it.

A few minutes passed, neither speaking a word while Viv grappled with her thoughts. Eventually, she relented with a sigh. “Okay, fine. I'll eat Camilla. Just... You're not allowed to laugh if I fail, okay!?”

“Oh baby, no, I'd never!” her mother consoled. “But your first time is special, and it sounds like this Camilla girl has been on your mind for a while, so I want you to really do your best today.”

The wannabe pred just mutely nodded, already too tense with excitement and anxiety to respond.

…

After Vivianne had finished getting dressed and left for her morning classes, her mother remained seated, deep in thought herself. All the older pred could think about was her grown daughter stumbling into the kitchen, only half-dressed, beautiful long legs on full display and with rich caramel skin that begged to be tasted.

“Ahh... I'm such a terrible mother,” she muttered to herself, her stomach giving a low rumble despite the mountain of bacon she had just eaten. “If she doesn't come home with a girl in her gut, I won't be able to resist any longer. Skinny girls like her are just my favourite...”

…

The first half of the school day passed in a blur, not a single word from any teacher reaching Vivianne. It wasn't that her all-girls high school was bad in any way, or that she disliked it, she just couldn't stop thinking about her goal. What her plan would be. What she'd do if something went wrong.

And, of course, all of those thoughts being interrupted whenever she gave Camilla another surreptitious glance.

Viv herself was an attractive enough girl. Taller than her classmates, she looked more 'lanky' than slim, and she did her best to maintain her shoulder-length black hair and tanned complexion. But Camilla? Everyone loved Camilla, and Vivianne wasn't the only one shooting looks her way all class.

Camilla's brown hair went down to her waist before it exploded into curls, she had just enough meat on her to give a soft, cuddly appearance, and she was one of the cutest looking girls in the whole school. Her eyes basically sparkled when she laughed, and while she was wearing an oversized tan school cardigan right now, the wannabe pred couldn't help but visualise the soft, slightly padded tummy underneath that she had seen in the PE locker room one time.

She was cuddly, adorable, kind to everyone, and used such delicious-smelling bodywash that even from a few seats over, Viv could get the occasional whiff of strawberry. The girl was basically the perfect meal, and more than once she had stopped to wonder if Camilla was trying to get eaten! Really, the fact the sweet girl hadn't been eaten yet was a surprise, especially considering a few of the class had gone missing since the start of the year. Not an unreasonably high number of likely-eaten girls, really, but more than usual.

After getting sidetracked for the dozenth time, the daydreaming teen was snapped to reality by the lunch bell. Before she could even stand up, however, Camilla was already surrounded by a clique of other popular girls and their hanger-ons.

Tsk. I'll just... I'll speak to her after school, I guess.

…

Three more dreadful hours of fantasizing, stressing out, and meticulous planning, and Vivianne was overjoyed when the bell rung and everyone stood to leave. Trying her best to remain calm (and failing terribly), the wannabe pred grabbed her bag, threw her books inside, and made her way over to Camilla... only to see her chatting with that dork, Vanessa. Suddenly stuck between making her way over, returning to her desk, and pretending to leave, the lanky girl dithered for a moment before the choice was made for her, as Camilla and Vanessa began to leave. Unwilling to let her chosen prey go, Viv followed.

The pair and their pursuer made their way through the meandering crowds of teens, setting the wannabe preds mind racing. What were they doing? Where were they going? Camilla was friends with everyone, so it wasn't strange to see her laughing and walking with Vanessa – even if she was a very plain looking girl, who spent all her time reading or whatever nerds do. No, what was strange was when they stepped outside and instead of heading to the gate, turned to head around the side of the building.

Of course, it's a normal precaution, particularly at a girls-only high school, to ask someone to join you when heading to a secluded area like down the side of the school. But you'd usually pick someone you trusted absolutely – after all, you wanted them to stop others from eating you, not just eat you themselves. And while Vanessa might trust Camilla, why would Camilla ever trust that shrimp? If an experienced pred tried to eat her, there's no way Vanessa would be anything but a roadbump! Vivianne obviously would've been a far better choice for backup, ignoring the fact she would've certainly betrayed such trust...

Such thoughts whirling around her head (and aware that she didn't have backup herself), Viv slowed to a tentative pace as she reached the corner the girls had gone around. Carefully peeking past, it was almost unsurprising to see that, yes, someone was already being eaten.

It wasn't some third party getting involved, however. It was Camilla, the sweet, soft, kind girl who everyone liked, who was eating Vanessa? That was less expected.

Frankly, it looked like a pretty done deal already. Vanessa wasn't that short, but she was still much thinner than the borderline-chubby girl, and with only her hips and legs sticking out of the preds maw? Well, her flailing wasn't doing much to say the least, Camilla having even stopped swallowing to enjoy suckling on her prey.

So... what do I do now?

Stepping back from the corner, both to avoid detection and to make sure no one was trying to ambush her, Vivianne paused to think. She hadn't really considered this scenario in all her planning. She could try rescue Vanessa, but who cares? She could try steal Vanessa as a meal for herself, but eating that boring girl sounded miserable. Like accepting a slice of white bread when you had been set on a chocolate cake. Blech. Eating Camilla was still a very appealing goal, but knowing she's a pred, Viv's likely to get gulped just like Vanessa, and eating a pred with a full belly, well...

A quiet, painful rumble shook at the teens midriff. She hadn't eaten all day, so there was no way she was going home empty handed, and just the thought of a fat-bellied Camilla had her salivating. It was stupid, reckless, and probably impossible for her first ever meal... but how could she resist?

Before any of her survival instincts could overrule her hunger and greed, Vivianne stepped around the corner, quickly jogging over to the mid-meal pred.

Camilla looked sideways at her in surprise, now sitting on the ground, still with most of Vanessa's legs sticking out of her throat as she had spent far too long savouring the nerds thighs. She had even taken off her school cardigan and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing that she wasn't even wearing a bra – all the better to allow her to devour her classmates, exemplified in the bulge of a girl stuck halfway to her stomach. Seeing the tall girl rushing towards her, the soft glutton assumed her meal was at risk and began swallowing as fast as she could. This was her fatal mistake.

As her true target simply sat there gulping down her meal, Vivianne reached the duo, knelt in front of them, and leaned down over Camilla, clutching her tightly. The not-so-innocent pred misinterpreted the situation once more, a victorious twinkle in her eye as the 'would-be hero' watched Vanessa's feet already sliding into the voracious maw, her stomach now bulging outwards with its new meal.

Assured that the irrelevant nerd was packed away with no hope of escape, Viv nodded once as if to reassure herself, opened her jaw as wide as she could, and lunged down at her bloated prey.

Despite having never practiced on anything larger than an apple (it was embarrassing to practice when your mum is insisting you go out and grab a girl at random, okay!?), sliding her jaws over the cute girls head wasn't too hard. And already, her decision to commit was paying off, tongue thoroughly drenching Camilla's face as it slid back and forth to taste at her.

Hoooooly fuck she tastes so goood!

Before the wannabe pred had even got her prey's head fully within her maw, the struggling began. In Vivianne's favour was her position sitting over her prey, her larger frame, and the fact she had grabbed Camilla's arms in advance. In Camilla's favour, however, was her muscle – much, much stronger than the soft-looking girl had any right to be, a clear sign that she had probably digested a fair few of their classmates.

The pair wrestled back and forth for a few moments, Camilla still trying to swallow away the last of her own meal to clear her throat so she could call for help, Viv desperately trying to swallow down to her shoulders so as to begin securing her meal. Gradually, the tall preds advantagous angle proved too effective for the seated girl, gaining two inches of ground for every inch lost to the stronger prey's struggles.

Swallowing Camilla's head hadn't been too difficult, but her shoulders marked the beginning of the true test. Vivianne did, at least, have a much easier time steadying her chosen prey now that their head was secured, but stretching her cheeks for the soft girls shoulders was uncomfortable and arduous. Around this time, too, Vanessa finished her own descent, leaving her own pred in the unenviable position of both struggling to escape being eaten and wanting to grab and steady her stomach against the nerdy girls violent thrashing.

It was, in brief, a messy affair.

Over the next few minutes, little changed but Vivianne's progress. After two minutes, she had eased her way over the shoulders and forearms. After five, she had barely managed Camilla's large, prey-padded breasts (with a considerable amount of blushing, and a bit of impulsive chewing to enjoy the mammaries delectible squishiness. Based on Camilla's muffled yelling from halfway down Vivianne's throat, she was not appreciative).

The entire process was incredibly stressful, the lanky pred anxious that she'd be caught and pulled off her meal (and likely eaten), scared she would choke, excited to be fulfilling her dream. It was that excitement, that determination more than anything, that finally brought Vivianne to the big, round, wiggling problem.

How was she ever going to handle Vanessa?

The devoured nerd had frankly no chance of escaping, given the circumstances, but she was still pulling on seemingly endless reserves of energy to make the experience miserable for everyone involved. Camilla, at least, seemed to have settled down to save her energy. The strawberry-scented pred knew Vivianne was almost certainly a first time pred, and would definitely either give up or choke on Camilla's gut. All the experienced pred had to do, she figured, was wait it out – and then she'd get revenge.

Vivianne, however, had one advantage unknown to even herself until right at that moment. Her entire life, she had enjoyed listening to her mother's stories, the matron preds endless tales of voracious escapades, villains devoured and damsels saved (and then usually also devoured). It was very likely that her mother was one of the most proficient and experienced predators in town, and while any girl could devour another, few would ever be as naturally gifted (or engage in it as often) as the lanky girls mum.

And so, as she struggled with Camilla's well-fed tummy, she remembered one particular anecdote, of being regaled with a story of exactly what to do in such a scenario.

Pausing her inexperienced efforts, Vivianne started adjusting – her stance, her grip, her posture. Standing closer and leaning further over her prey, she gave up on the fruitless attempts to pull her heavy prey upwards into her maw and instead focused on pushing.

Shoving her head down as hard as she could, Vivianne forced Camilla's midriff into her throat, the soft girls seated position on the ground removing any 'give' and preventing her from slipping out of the ambitious preds grasp. Bit by bit, Vivianne forced Camilla deeper, squeezed Vanessa tighter as her caustic prison was crushed between another preds jaws.

It hurt real bad. The lanky girl was typically pretty lazy, and had lived a very pain-adverse lifestyle, so the feeling of her cheeks almost tearing, jaw almost popping, the undeniable sensation of shoving something far too large into her throat? Tears sprung from Vivianne's eyes, and part of her insisted she stop, give up, run away in shame and fear before she literally choke on her greed.

But she persisted. Once she finally, agonizingly had the huge stomach squeezed into her throat (to the stunned surprise of Camilla, and suffering cries of Vanessa), Vivianne shifted once more.

With her gullet so thoroughly packed with girlmeat, Vivianne couldn't breathe, putting her on a pretty strict time limit, and her weak throat muscles certainly wouldn't get the job done in time. And so, just as her mother had once mimed before a fascinated young girl, she grabbed Camilla by the thighs, and in one strained motion, lifted while straightening upright, flipping her stuck meals legs into the air above her.

For a moment, she stumbled, the weight of two girls her age unbalancing the lanky teen, but determination and desperation gave her strength to steady her stance, adjust her grip on her prey's significant rear, and begin cramming her downwards.

After the disorientation of being flipped around, Camilla felt herself somehow, unimaginably, slip deeper down the preds gullet, gravity now working against her own prey-filled gut. Predictably, her confidence that she couldn't be eaten shattered like glass, and she began to panic.

“H-hey! Vivianne, wait! Vivianne! It's not funny any more! STOP!”

Of course, the muffled yells meant nothing to the ambitious pred, her single-minded determination to devour her first prey closing off the rest of the world even as her lungs started to burn.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Bit by bit, Camilla slid closer to her fate.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Meaty inch by meaty inch, Vivianne swallowed the prey-filled gut deeper, followed by the other preds juicy rear, soft thighs, and...

Lost in the sheer focus of her mission, the tall pred briefly paused to flick her prey's annoying shoes off, along with her thick socks. The moment of frustrated clarity passed, and Camilla continued her descent. Despite her strength, Camilla's struggles were feeble – there was little she could do at this angle, squeezed so tightly inside a first-time pred. The faintest twitches of her arms were all she could muster, and having her own prey crushed against her was leaving the soft girl somewhat breathless herself.

The immense pressure Vanessa was experiencing, of course, was far worse. The doomed girl had finally given up, having already expended all of her energy struggling, and was now simply bracing as best she could to reduce the pain.

Gulp. Slurp. Slurp. Gulp. Lungs threatening to burst, heart hammering against her chest, Vivianne put everything she had into one last determined -

GUUUUULP~

She immediately collapsed backwards onto her rear, gasping huge lungfuls of air, before doubling up over her immense gut in pain.

“Aaah, fuuck! Ah, shit, please stop!”

The pred-turned-prey did not, of course, frantically wriggling and shuffling within the extremely cramp chamber to find a stable position. With her own tummy in the way, Camilla eventually settled for an almost perfectly mirrored pose to Vivianne, curled around her huge stomach.

Once the two reached an equilibrium, neither in agony (though immense discomfort is another matter), they both stilled for a moment in relief. Then the yelling began.

“You greedy fucking pig! What the fuck is wrong with you!? What kind of moron eats a full pred!?”

“Aah, shut up, shut up! You're so fucking heavy, how many of our classmates have you eaten!? I thought you were nice!”

“Oh like you can talk, idiot! You fucking ate me!!! You ate me and Vanessa!”

“Wha-!? You ate Vanessa!”

“Yeah, but you didn't even bother trying to rescue her!”

“Of course I didn't rescue her, who cares about that dork?”

Too muffled for Vivianne to hear, a very quiet “Fuck both of you..!” came from Camilla's stomach. She elected to ignore it.

“Pfft, yeah, so who are you to criticise me for eating her? Girls like her are meant to be food.”

Vivianne managed a forced chuckle inbetween lances of pain from her incredibly over-stuffed stomach. “I mean, yeah, duh. I just thought you didn't get it.”

“Well obviously you were wrong.”

The bickering preds both trailed off into silence as they came to terms with their new arrangements. Feeling up to getting a move on, Vivianne slowly pulled herself to her feet, arms straining to take some of the weight of her gut off her tortured spine.

Her shirt had torn open at some point, the first-time pred having been too excited and anxious to remember to unbutton it, so with a great deal of effort and care, she grabbed Camilla's discarded cardigan and slipped it on. Obviously, it couldn't even begin to cover her enormous stomach, but at least her tits weren't out as she gently shuffled back around to the front of the school.

The entire process, from start to finish, had only taken about ten minutes. What was literally the struggle of two lifetimes, had in truth been so short that dozens of students were still milling about the front of the school or passing out the front gate. The tall pred and her enormous belly were noticed almost immediately.

To Vivianne's embarrassment, everyone stared. She was a skinny girl, so even swallowing a single girl would've resulted in a rather disproportionate stomach bulge. But she hadn't swallowed a single girl; she had swallowed a somewhat chubby girl and the entire second girl already within her. As such, even in a world where such predation occurred, Vivianne's gut was truly a sight to behold, every single girl present instantly aware that it definitely wasn't just the one victim in there.

They all reacted different. A few simply stared, gobsmacked, while others immediately started excitedly pointing and chatting with their friends. A few of the 'cool' girls started cheering and whooping – most of them sporting enough extra padding that their personal beliefs about devouring classmates were already pretty clear. And of course, a few quietly scurried off, some looking particularly pale while others were blushing bright red.

With so much attention on the bloated pred, she was the only one who spotted an enterprising girl choosing to follow her example, and following their fleeing classmate with a hungry look. Silently wishing her fellow pred luck, Vivianne did her best to keep her head down and keep shuffling forwards, giving embarrassed nods to anyone who made eye contact.

The walk home was, predictably, extremely slow. Her meal(s) remained silent the whole way, Camilla sulking and Vanessa's consciousness beginning to fade, and Vivianne was much too tired herself to comment. When she finally got home, nearly an hour later than usual, her mother was quick to come out and greet her.

“My baby, you did it! Oh my god look at you, you're huge! How big was this Camilla girl!? I thought you said she was-”

“Mum!” Vivianne interrupted, not remotely in the mood. “She ate another girl before I got her. Can I just go lie down?”

“Oh, of course, yes, lets get you inside! Your stomach isn't used to this and is going take a long time, so go to bed and I'll heat up some water hotties for you. And don't lay on your stomach! It'll feel good at first but your back will hate you for it later, so make sure to lay on your side!”

Tuning out her mothers rambling advice, Vivianne continued her very slow shuffle, gently squeezing her prodigious gut through the front door, down the hall, and into her bedroom. Slipping off her skirt, socks, shoes, stolen cardigan and de-buttoned shirt was easy enough, but after one look at the drawer with her pyjamas on the far side of the room, she instead opted to simply heft her gut onto her bed and lay down.

By the time her mum brought in two hot water bottles, Viv was asleep, her belly shielding her eyes from the mid-afternoon sun.

Staring at her daughter, the elder pred sighed. Once again, her beautiful, tantalizing daughter was before her, this time asleep in nothing more than her underwear. However, even she wasn't sure if she could swallow down both her daughter and that massive stomach. With a mixture of pride and disappointment fluttering in her chest, she quietly closed the curtains, then slipped the hot water bottles into their fuzzy bags and lay them atop the bloated tummy marking her daughters first ever prey.

Sneaking out of the room and closing the door behind her, Vivianne's mum couldn't help but wonder about just how fat this was going to make her daughter, a quiet part of her even hoping it all went to the lanky girls tits and hips.

Skinny girls are the best, but a really juicy hourglass... Right, no more fantasizing about my daughter. I'm going to need to go out and catch a girl myself, I think...

…

When she awoke many hours later, with only a dim streetlight peeking through the curtains to illuminate her dark and quiet room, Viv groaned in discomfort and tried to roll onto her back.

Tried, because the heavy weight of her classmate-stuffed stomach didn't budge an inch, a few pangs of pain reminding the greedy pred of her circumstances.

“Ah!” Vivianne hissed, “fuuuuck...”

Feeling extremely thirsty, the newbie pred looked around and saw that her mother had left a jug of water on her bedside table, along with a bottle of water. Reaching backwards for it without moving her sore belly too much was somewhat tricky, but she soon managed it and quickly unscrewed the cap and began chugging the room-temperature water.


The relief on her parched, sore throat was blissful. Viv ended up draining the entire bottle in a single go, before collapsing back onto her side with a sigh.

She then jolted with fright from the sudden, rough thump inside her stomach.

“Fuck! Oh, shit, is Camilla... alive in there?” The tall girl wondered, making some exploratory prods at her huge midriff. Her question was answered almost immediately by a muffled yell.

“Yes, you fucking rookie! How much fucking air did you swallow!? Can't even fucking kill me right...”

“Oh, shit! Uh, sorry, I...”

“Yeah, it's your first time, I can fucking tell. You haven't even started digesting me yet. Gonna be sitting here for fucking days...”

The inexperienced pred was silent for a moment, her mind coming to terms with the situation. She'd never really planned to chat with her prey after she ate them, but...

“You're kind of a bitch, huh?”

“Wha-!? Fuck you, Viv! Greedy fuckin' pig, who goes for a double as their first fuckin' meal?”

Relaxing into her bed, the 'greedy fuckin' pig' smiled lazily. “Yeah, pretty proud of that to be honest. Sure surprised you, huh? How's the nerd, by the way?”

“Pfft, Vanessa churned hours ago. Stupid girl is already turning into tit fat. Unlike some people, my stomach actually knows what to do with a shrimp like her.”

“Heh, yeah, no way a dork like her could handle a preds stomach. So, what, being the kind sweet girl was all an act?”

Her stomach went quiet for a bit at that. Just when Viv was considering prodding, the chubby pred contained within spoke up.

“I mean, a little bit. But what, at my last school everyone thinks I'm a bitch, so they all try to eat me, here I try be nice, and everyone still tries to eat me! At least by being nice, no one was willing to try gang up on me, so I could just eat them first...”

“Huh? What, you're saying Vanessa was going to eat you?”

“She fucking was! Don't scoff at me, I've survived more pred attacks than you've probably seen, you lamppost. No one's bothered trying to eat girls like you, but girls like me have to live with it. The first time one of my classmates tried to eat me was my first day of highschool! So, yes, it was Vanessa, the quiet little nerd girl, who stupidly asked me to follow her around the side of the school. And I'm not an idiot, so I just struck first!”

Vivianne didn't respond, just letting the girl in her stomach finish ranting. She couldn't really argue with any of it – no one had seriously tried eating the tall, lanky girl before, and the fact she attacked and ate Camilla herself kind of proved the point being made...

But she didn't quite feel sympathy for her prey. Viv was raised by an experienced pred and had heard many tales, so she started unravelling the claims in her mind, really thinking about it, before she responded.

“So, what's with the body wash?”

The sudden change in topic threw Camilla off. “Huh?”

“Your body wash, soap, whatever you use. Really, really strong strawberry smell, makes a girl think of food just being near you. If you hate being attacked so much, why use something that's obviously going to lure preds?”

“I- what, a girl can't want to smell good? Just because you're some loner who thinks she's too good to-”

“Nah, nah, see, I think that's a lie. You've eaten a bunch of girls in our class already, you basically admitted it, and when invited into an obvious ambush you agreed. I reckon you were just luring rookie preds so you could eat them yourself.”

A few thumps from inside the tall girls gut signalled that she had struck a nerve, as her prey attempted a few futile kicks from her tight prison. “Fuck you! Who cares what happens to a stupid little nerd like her anyway!? I should be thanked for making something useful out of her!”

Absent mindedly rubbing one arm over the sore spots on her stomach, the other arm propping up her head, Viv just chuckled. “Yeah, see, I thought I recalled you saying something like that just after I ate you. You're just trying to make me sympathetic, get me to spit you out so you can try turn the tables on me. You just don't want to admit you lost, one pred against another.”

“Fuck you, Viv! You should've choked on my fucking tits, you just got lucky! Fucking rookie pred who can't even digest someone properly, and you think you can-...”

Smirking, the victorious pred simply tuned out the raging from within, gentle rubbing at her strained tummy. It was only now starting to really get to her. She did it. She's a pred now! Her first ever prey, and it was the juiciest, cutest girl in class, and a second one for free! If Vivianne managed another classmate or two before the end of the year, maybe even an older girl (or even that one mousey assistant teacher, Miss Sintclaire), she'd get accepted to the vore acadamy of her dreams for sure!

Head filled with such ambitions, she was snapped back to reality by a gentle knock on her door, followed by her mother stepping into the room. Looking awkwardly back over her shoulder, the elder pred seemed to be carrying a few miscellaneous items... and her own bloated midriff. Despite being much newer than her daughters, it was already clearly round and soft, causing a tinge of envy in the incapacitated first-time pred.

“Hey, dear, you doing okay? I heard you talking, so I figured you were up..?”

“Mm, yeah, I'm fine. Kind of hurts a bit, but not too bad. She won't shut up though,” Viv forced a dry chuckle, Camilla's muffled ranting still audible in the quiet room.

Her mother smiled warmly with a chuckle of her own as she approached. “Yeah, that'll happen. Bigger meals take more swallows to get down, and you end up taking a lot more air with them. That goes double when you're new – you'll get better at it, and I'll teach you how to burp up any unwanted air, if you'd like. Good for really lively prey or an upset stomach so you can keep them down better, but sometimes it's nice to just let them struggle for a while.”

The newbie pred felt a bit of warmth in her cheeks, hoping her mother didn't notice it in the dark room. “Uhm, yeah, it... it feels pretty nice. I haven't really had any trouble with keeping her down, though?”

Sitting at the foot of the bed, her mum placed the items she was carrying on the floor and started caressing her daughters swollen gut. Despite seemingly doing the same thing as Viv, the difference in relief was immediate. “Well,” the older woman began, “it's a little different when you eat such a large meal. You probably haven't been using your stomach muscles much either, mm?”

Seeing her daughter quietly shake her head, she continued. “See, with a girl like this, the hard part is swallowing her in the first place. Once you've managed that, she's too tightly packed in there to really do much – and you can't really spit her up even if you wanted to. So, while you'll need to practice subduing a normal girl, in this instance you've already done the hard part. The downside, of course, is that it's pretty hard for your tummy to digest her, and your first prey already takes a while, because your stomach has to get used to a meal so much larger than anything it's had before.”

“So, how long is it gonna take?”

“Hmm... well, it can be hard to tell, because everyones stomach is different. Some can be fast to adjust and would already be starting up, some can take a whole day just to begin. So we'll just see how it goes, okay?”

Viv nodded once more, processing the information (all things she had heard before, of course, but the repetition was comforting), and her mother smiled. “Right! Now, I went out and bought some things to help your tummy along.”

Reaching down to the pile of items she placed at the foot of the bed, she started presenting them one by one, placing them on the bedside table. “So, this is some acid supplements. They're citrus, so they'll be a bit tangy, but they should help. Take one every hour or so until you start to round out, and drink a whole bottle of water when you do. It'll stop them burning your stomach lining.”

Leaning close, she continued with a whisper, “and to stop any cheeky prey swallowing whatever pills you take, make sure to crush the tablets into your water.”

“Anyway,” Viv's mother leaned back and continued at a normal volume, “these are heat pads. I've already gone and microwaved them for you, so if you can ease them between your stomach and the bed, they should help the tension. Your gut will actually get hotter than them, once it's really going, so don't worry about trying to reheat them. I've also got another jug of water for you here, you'll be drinking a lot of water over the next few days, and most importantly, this!”

Vivianne stared at the unfamiliar set of straps, elastic, and cloth her mother was proudly holding aloft. “Uhh... I don't..?”

The older woman just tisked. “All this talk of being a pred, and you don't even recognise the greatest tool for a predator looking to push their limits? This fantastic thing is a support harness! You strap it on under your clothes, this bit here goes around your back, this bit here stretches under your tummy, and you'll be able to move around without breaking your spine.”

Seeing the inexperienced preds uncertainty, her mother shook her head. “Well, trust me, it is divine. When you want to try getting out of bed, you're gonna need it. Fortunately, it is designed for girls in just your sort of circumstances, so you should be able to get it on yourself. Now – before I go and leave you to your rest, I'm gonna give you some exercises. I want you copying these as often as you can, okay? From now till you sleep, and all of tomorrow.”

Turning away from the somewhat embarrassing 'harness', Vivianne gave her mother her full attention. She might enjoy being a bit of a pain for her mother (what teenager doesn't?), but advice from such an experienced predator would certainly do a lot to help her current discomfort.

“Alright, so first of all, I want you to try clenching your stomach as hard as you can, okay? I know it probably wont feel like much given how full you are, but just try.”

Nodding obediently, Viv focused on squeezing her abdominal muscles and trying to 'suck in' her stomach. Aside from some minor pangs of discomfort, the young pred felt with much more clarity the curves and firm shape of her meal, muscles only managing the slightest movement as they squished Camilla a smidge tighter.

A smidge that was responded to with force, the still-conscious girl shoving back with her arms and legs. The inexperienced pred immediately released the tension in surprise, and was rewarded with a sharp spike of pain as her relaxed abdominal muscles were hit by the full force of her angry prey's retaliation. A muffled “fuck off!” had Vivianne blushing in embarrassment while her mother chuckled.

“Yes, well, other than your uncooperative meal, just like that. You want to try hold it for a few seconds, even through any struggling, and then slowly release. Do that until you need to take a break, and then once you've got some energy back, start again.
“But, while your food is still struggling, I want you to use your arms as well. So, go on, get both arms around her – yes, thats it,” she nodded, as Vivianne struggled to squeeze her right arm under her own prodigious gut, “right. So, as you clench those abdominal muscles, slowly squeeze with your arms, till your arms and tummy are both squeezing as hard as you can. Hold it for a few seconds, then slowly let go, not all at once. Ready? Go!”

Dutifully following the instructions as best she could, the stuffed pred started squeezing, her arms wrapped around her stomach like a giant pillow. Almost immediately, she felt resistance – Camilla, obviously listening in on the instructions, wasn't willing to go down without a fight.

After a few seconds, arms and tummy both growing sore, Vivianne did her best to slowly release, the gradual easing this time preventing her meal getting any surprise hits off.

“Very good! So, again, I want you to do that as frequently as you can manage. The more, the better. First of all it will help tire your meal out and behave, and then it'll help train your tummy muscles. Eventually, it'll help soften her up and will speed your digestion, so you should keep doing that until there's no resistance at all. Now, the second exercise I want you to do is a little simpler, and a little trickier – every so often, I want you to move her around. Rolling to your other side, standing up, that sort of thing. Really make sure she's nice and fully soaked in your acids so she softens up a bit more evenly, yeah?”

“Uh, mum, I'm pretty sure I don't have any acid in there...”

“Yes, possibly not, and that's what those supplements will help with. But you need to get used to the feeling, because some day when you've got a real fighter in there, it's gonna be really important that you can shake them up without making yourself sick, okay? And I've seen what happens when new preds lay on the same side for too long – your tummy isn't strong enough to do a good job on its own right now, and you will have a very bad time if you only half-digest her and find yourself full of pointy hard bits!”

“Mum, ew!”

“Sorry honey, but that's just how bodies work! Your stomach needs to slowly work at all of her, or you'll end up in just as much pain as if you swallowed a whole pile of chicken bones!”

“Fine, I get it! I'll... do it now,” Viv muttered, eager to quiet her mother but unsure how to proceed. With one arm already pinned under her gut, she could just try lifting, flipping over in one go... but Camilla was pretty heavy, and if she slowed halfway with that weight directly above her, it'd hurt. Plus, slamming her gut against the bed didn't sound that fun either.

With a few careful adjustments while her mother observed silently, the inexperienced pred slowly shifted until she was upright, gently lifting her stomach as she went. Then, with great care, the teen twisted, sliding her belly until she was facing the foot of the bed, then after readjusting her legs, she continued the movement. Laying back down, she had successfully changed which side she was resting on.

“Good job. It wouldn't hurt to try get used to doing that a little quicker and firmer to help splash acids around, but it's a good start. Now, I'm going to leave you to it, okay? Keep up the clenches, and try moving around every few hours to keep everything even.”

“I will. Thanks, mum.”

“It's my pleasure. I'm proud of you, my little predator,” the veteran pred smiled warmly, a small glisten in her eyes. “Good night.”

“Night.”

After her mother had left, Vivianne just lay there for a while. Reaching over her tummy to grab one of the acid supplements and some more water was a bit of a hassle, but the lemony-orangey tasting tablet wasn't too bad to chew up and wash down.

Eventually, a quiet voice came from her stomach. “You're really lucky, you know.”

Noticing the more sombre tome, Viv bit back an impulsive jab. “...Yeah, I know.”

“My mum didn't teach me anything about being a pred, or how to avoid them. To her they just... didn't exist.”

“Mmm. I suppose they don't, for most people. I mean, it's what they all say, right? High school can be a bit vicious, but after that it's not so bad. The weirdo's like you and me vanish off to pred academy, everyone else goes to uni or gets a job, and that's it. Maybe sometimes they see it happen when someone gets angry, but... It's, what, only twenty percent of women have ever eaten someone?”

A humourless chuckle echoed from her midriff. “No way. I don't know where you read that, but that's stupid.”

“Pfft, right? I just heard it on TV once, so maybe it's super off, but most people really just don't care. It's not a part of their lives. They don't enjoy it like we do.”

“Maybe. I don't... I don't get 'normal people', I think.”

“Yeaaah, I getcha. Teresa's cool, from class, but we don't really talk much. I don't think she cares much about being a pred, she just likes being stronger than people. Other than her, no one seems to think about it as, like, an important part of their life. It's just a thing that happens, that they can try to show off.”

“Mhm. Teresa's actually a total bitch, by the way – did you hear how she got Katy?”

“Huh? Didn't she just, I dunno, grab her?”

“Ha!” Camilla barked sharply, with a hint of bitter venom. “Nah. Katy asked her out.”

“What!? And Teresa just, ate her, like that?”

“Worse, she got all mean about it. Started yelling at the poor girl about how she was gross and sick in the head and no one would love her. Real brutal stuff. Then decided, fuck it, I've already broken her heart, why not break the rest of her? And just ate her!”

“That's fucked up! I'm totally gonna get her for that.”

“Do it! I mean, I'm no saint, but I was trying to figure out a plan for getting her alone when... well...”

Camilla went silent, reminded of her limited time. Unsure of what to say, Viv remained silent herself, opting not to do the stomach squeezes her mother insisted upon.

“Viv?” The chubby prey finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“I'm... gonna go to sleep now. I think I used all the air up yelling at you earlier. Sorry about that, I guess.”

“Nah, it's fine. You're cool.”

“Just... don't get grabbed like an idiot, yeah? Those morons in our class aren't going to remember me by the end of the week, so... that's your job, I guess. To make me count.”

“...Yeah. Don't worry, I'll go far. I've got my mum, and I've got plans. Going to be a real pred, make a name for myself. Not gonna just vanish on the way home one day, that's for sure.”

“...Good... Don't get greedy, pig...”

“Heh. I won't. Good night, Camilla.”

“....”

…

The next morning, Viv woke feeling hot and sweaty. After a moment of dazed confusion, the cause was obvious – she had curled around her bloated stomach in the night, and it was a furnace. Stretching as best she could, the teen took stock of herself.

Her gut was not only hot to the touch, but now emitting a somewhat constant churning and groaning noise. Some experimental prodding, however, revealed that its contents were still solid and intact, and her stomach was barely a quarter full with acids. Carefully sitting up, Vivianne began to implement last nights instructions.

Take an acid supplement, guzzle an entire jug of water to quench her thirst, and some abdominal squeezes. Without Camilla's resistance, it was a lot easier, but still felt like it didn't achieve anything. Then, begrudgingly, she put on the support harness. Inspecting herself, Viv felt pretty stupid – it made her look like a total wimp! No way any of the cool, famous preds would be seen dead in something like this!

… But it did really, really help, the firmer rear portion nestling comfortably against her lower back while the heavy front of her belly had its weight lifted and supported by her shoulders and upper back. After a few experimental movements, jostling and shifting her stomach and being rewarded with the sound of acids splashing, the teenage pred felt ready to begin her weekend.

…

In the end, Vivianne spent the rest of her saturday browsing her phone on her bed or the couch, occasionally flicking on the TV to be bored by some shitty midday show. Walking around with two girls worth of fat hanging off her midriff was exhausting, and looking back, she was amazed she walked all the way home like that (her mother later explained that the adrenaline boost for a first-time pred was, understandably, a pretty extreme life-or-death reaction, and warned against expecting it in future). Additionally, while she wasn't hungry, her body hadn't really got its returns on her meal yet – so she simply spent the day very tired, and often drifting off for a micro-nap.

With a lot of probing, she also eventually realised (with a small amount of annoyance) that Camilla had managed to entirely digest Vanessa in the end. While this was convenient, her stomach being notably smaller than yesterday as Camilla's body more evenly distributed the unfortunate nerds nutrients, it would also mean her body wouldn't get to enjoy both girls fully. Even for skilled predators, digestion was simply an inefficient process that used a lot of the energy it gained, so the 'double handling' of Vanessa's mass meant a lot would be lost. Probably for the best, really, as Vivianne didn't actually want to turn into a blimp after only a few girls, but she still felt a little robbed. At least Camilla had a pretty good final meal herself, Viv reasoned. She had earnt it.

With her regular acid supplements, lots of water, abdomen exercises, and some careful sloshing about, by night time her stomach had fully rounded out with acid, her midriff now a hot beach-ball, constantly providing satisfying vibrations and rumbles as it churned away at the cutest and most popular girl in class.

The next morning, a tight squeeze of her belly gave a satisfying, soft crunch, the contents of her acid-filled stomach finally ceasing their resistance. She didn't bother with the harness, and with her gut on full display, Vivianne enjoyed her sunday walking around town, visiting a few of her usual hangouts and flaunting her success at every opportunity. Even as her merciless stomach broke down Camilla's body into nothing more than fuel and nutrients, it was clear to those familiar that the tall teen had managed an impressively large meal.

By the time she got home that night, only a large paunch remained, no larger than a basket ball. The rest of the cute, chubby girl was already chugging through the preds intestines, fuelling her day walking around and being distrbuted across her body. Viv went to bed that night tired, proud, and immensely satisfied – though without checking the mirror, or noticing her mother's gaze.

...

Vivianne stifled a yawn as she got out of bed, barely resisting the urge to go back to sleep. Urgh, monday, she thought to herself. Fuck monday.

The teen was a terrible morning person at the best of times, so when she noticed the scent of bacon wafting from the kitchen, she gave up on getting dressed and immediately started shuffling towards it.

As Vivianne stumbled into the kitchen, dressed only in her underwear and a half-buttoned shirt, her mother silently watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye while tending the stove. The teen who collapsed into a chair at the table was tall, but no one would ever call her lanky – her full, tender thighs spoke of good eating and her arms had just a hint of soft padding. Her rear had seen some impressive changes, and the nearly spherical cheeks strained against the underwear restricting them, barely spilling out around the cloth.

Her chest had the most noticeable improvement, however. The teen who had gone so long resisting any suggestion of buying a bra, as she 'didn't need it' and pred-suitable bra's were too expensive, would most certainly surpass any of her classmates. Having paid no attention to such things in her barely-awake morning fugue, the filled-out teen now looked positively obscene in her tight shirt, strained underwear, and nothing else. Even her stomach was perfectly flat, its previous occupant now well distributed across the nascent pred.

Turning her attention back to the sizzling bacon, Vivianne's mother sighed quietly as her stomach rumbled at her. She was extremely proud of her smart, beautiful, pred daughter, of course, but...

Bugger. I'm gonna have to send her to that vore acadamy of hers real soon. Take her shopping for new clothes. Get her some pred-defense lessons. And perhaps start regularly hunting in the mornings...