Sex scenes are good but don’t read past after a certain warning vore and disposal 

“She knelt back down, breathing in smooth rhythm through her nose as she lifted his feet and carefully angled her body“

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@azoth6234 Is this a real story of this Ashley girl that swallowed someone or is it make up?

(September 17, 2022, 7:34 am)PregnantBabybump @azoth6234  Is this a real story of this Ashley girl that swallowed someone or is it make up?

Purely made up thank goodness nobody can swallow someone whole I hope that part stood out enough to be obivious it’s fake .

(September 9, 2022, 8:04 am)donbambino24 Any way you could post the story itself on the thread?

Would if I could

(September 9, 2022, 8:04 am)donbambino24 Any way you could post the story itself on the thread?

Hot soon-to-be MILFS in your neighbourhood
, my first and probably last request in a very long time. I will not really be available as much as I have been I’m starting a new job.
I will still try to answer any comments or requests, but if I don’t respond for ages, it’s not because I hate you.
This story was requested and the pitch for it was almost entirely done by Skorm, thanks for the excellent comments and brilliant feedback.
Featuring by his request the brilliant Ashley Jones and her never-ending ambition.
Poor Jonathan. XD

Ashley Jones was a winning combination of bored,  horny and hungry. She was currently sitting in a board room, and it was filled with Earl's, her late husband's former co-workers. She listened intently to her father-in-law make a long-winded speech about the company's growth. She was nodding at the right points to look like she was paying attention as the dutiful daughter-in-law.
Not that it really mattered; she knew that she was there for one reason and one reason only because of what she had in her womb. As if prompted by this, the foetus kicked at her. If their soon-to-be grandchild was there, it showed that the company had a future; it showed that even though the son and heir to the family business had vanished with $21,000 worth of cash from a business account, it didn’t matter. It meant that the company had a future. The idea that she could take over the company was, of course, unthinkable. She was there to provide a grandchild from Earl Jones the second. And to convince everyone that Earl Jones's third disappearance was temporary unhappiness with his new wife.
Ashley knew exactly where he had vanished and was wearing a rather lovely bra today that Earl’s highlighted current location. It had been the first thing all the men in the room had looked at when she entered. She looked down the row of male faces, all so very similar; two weeks ago, she had looked down at this same group and wondered which one she would use to fix her winning combination. 
She drifted her eyes over the most likely target Jonathan Maltese who looked at her and winked. She kept her eyes moving. It would, after all, be entirely inappropriate to be caught winking. It didn’t matter that everyone thought Earl had run off with some stripper. There are different rules for her. But she was able to put a slight fake blush on her face. Something that Mr Maltese would notice and feed his ego.
I’ll feed his ego, and then he’ll feed me
So she sat there with an expression of calm contemplation as she considered and indulged a brief and very graphic fancy of growing large enough to be a giantess and ripping every person in this building out of it and throwing them into her mouth. Her stomach growled, and she blinked, returning her complete focus as the meeting ended.
She drifted past Jonathan, just brushing against him.
She has been flirting with him for a few weeks and decided last night.
She had been using the fancy new vibrator in her fancy apartment and decided that it didn’t satisfy her. She didn’t need fancy anything. She needed a good hard screw and a good meal afterwards to feel better. To deal with all the little aches, pains and petty humiliations of her pregnancy. All the irritation that carrying Earl’s idiot child forced upon her.
She made her way over to her modest office, glancing as he made his way to his substantially fancier one. She had liked what she’d seen about him. His physicality was pleasant to look upon. With dark hair in contrast to her late husband’s blonde. A pleasant enough face and broad shoulders, and a good height. Compared to her own slight and short frame, he was very imposing. But she also liked his personality. The way he spoke down to women. The way he was cheating on his wife but always striving to do so discreetly. When she looked at him, she thought of her toilet bowl. That made her smile as she sat in her office. A part of her wanted to scream about how unfair it was about how people should have naturally realised her brilliance. The tiny snippet she was provided was a colossal step from the poverty she had been in previously. But they only serve to increase her appetites for the actual fruits of power at the company's top.
As she sat, she began to carefully and deliberately plot precisely how she would make the approach and lure him away. She put her complete focus and considerable intellect behind it. Angling out every variable and subtle innuendo she would do.
Later on, she would think how she needn't have bothered. All she needed to do was flirt a little and mention Earl, and he practically threw himself down her throat.
A conversation about how she was lonely and needed a few things. Fluttering her eyelashes at him and mentioning Earl, who he had always been jealous of having abandoned her. Before she knew it, he was kissing her hand in out of the way corridor and promising to be by her apartment later on. She’d given him precise directions, feeding his ego by saying she was worried that the Joneses had private eyes watching her. That knowledge that he was taking something forbidden head got him more thoroughly than showing off her boobs ever would have. 
Stupid men were the easiest to manipulate because they always thought they were clever.
She rolled her eyes as she got ready for him, stroking her belly and then taking her hand away. She was doing it on instinct, her mind not remembering it wasn’t a digesting victim but instead a stupid creature that would be bothering her for years to come until she could dispose of it.
That thought excited her, and she spread herself apart with two fingers feeling her dampness as she dressed.
She wore a lovely blue dress that put her breasts on even better display. And the fact that blue was a very slimming colour helped to disguise the ugly bulge of her pregnancy.
She wondered if Jonathan knew that despite his muscles in his height, he was still gonna be more minor than Earl. She grinned in the mirror, wondering if he was smaller than Earl everywhere.
The thought of Earl drew her eyes down to the wedding ring on her finger. Always there so the Jones remembers why they were treating her so nicely. And then she opened the box and stroked Earl’s wedding ring. Safe and sound as a trophy of her triumph over him. It still had a few bits of acid pitting from its trip through her digestive system.
And one day, she would wear that ring, confident in the knowledge that she had defeated him entirely. She snapped the box closed and considered taking her own one-off but thought it was better not to; it would excite Jonathan, she thought.
And then she waited, and she didn’t have to wait long. She watched, smiling at the hidden camera she had put in the concealed stairways, as he made his way up there.
He had told various people he was at other locations she had checked. And pretty soon, it would look like he had vanished into thin air. Then reached a hand around and slapped her ass cheek. Giggling as she said, “and hopefully not too thin of an ass.”



There's a knock on the door, and she lets him in, all smiles and big blonde tits. She knew that she looked like the American dream right then, and there a pregnant wife with big blue eyes, big blonde hair and big boobs. And she smiled at him and knew she would soon have him exactly where she wanted him.

 "thank you for this, Jonathan. I just really needed a bit of help." She said, keeping to her cover story.
"Shall we have a little drink before dinner?" She suggested and offered out a glass of his favourite whiskey. He smiled and accepted it sitting down on the couch and draining in one smooth motion. He was irritatingly attractive at that moment. as his eyes undressed her looking up and down, she made sure to smile and straighten up slightly as if she was flattered.
"There’s no delicate way to say this, but since Earl ran off, I haven’t had anyone, and I have been so lonely,” she said, crossing her hands underneath her boobs and resting on her belly. The little things seem determined to drive the desire out of her kicking her constantly in her bladder.
His eyes crinkled in the smile that he probably thought was very charming as he said, “well, I can help with that” he said her eyes danced to the crotch of his pants, where he was already hard. She smiled at him, completely genuine this time, as she stepped towards him.
Her whole body thrumming with the knowledge this would be his last fuck though he’d never know it.
She straddled him on the couch, looking him dead in his brown eyes and said, “thank you, Jonathan”, as she pushed her lips against his.

Ashley had to stand up straight just to be able to kiss him properly. Kneeling up on either side of him as she straddled him. Her belly struck him first, and that was annoying. That it was kicking him was even more so because it made him laugh and pull away to stroke it instead of focusing on her.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, little one, especially if you’re daddy isn’t coming back for a while?” he said. Asking for her approval, she didn’t give it to him, kissing at the base of his neck, licking him and comparing the tastes. 

The knowledge that he was asking for approval and trying to get into her infant’s life irritated her immensely, and she didn’t know why. She decided to regain the initiative by opening up the top of her blue dress and letting her breasts spill out.
He attacked them immediately, leaving bruises and hickeys that would probably be the last signs of his existence tomorrow. He was good at this; she was surprised to notice his mouth was clever and teased at her nipples instead of directly attacking them straight up.
She ground her panty-less crotch onto him, leaving little wet streaks. That he probably thought were rewards for what he was doing.

Though she had been wet since she’d realised that she would get to eat him.
Even as he pleasured her breasts, he was still stroking her belly, which was getting increasingly irritating as the brat continued drumming on her inside. As if they found his presence as irritating as she did.
She felt a temporary burst of solidarity with her child. She pulled back, grabbing hold of his hands and firmly shoving them onto her breasts. “You put your hands where the hell I tell you to put them.” She ordered. He obeyed, which made her feel better about him. She had desperately wanted another person's hands on her breasts.
They were much bigger thanks to Earl and her other donations. Sensitive and firm, she ended up purring like a kitten even as she slid her hands under his shirt to rip it off him.
Getting them both naked proved to be complicated, considering how any time one of them pulled back, the other one pulled in. But they managed it before long Jonathan was completely naked beneath her.
She raised herself, aiming his penis so that it gently kissed her entrance, then slammed down on top of it. Riding him with deliberate exhausting brutality. Pressing kisses against his lips and raking her long nails down his back.
Even as she rode him, he groaned little praises that she didn’t really care about. And continue to stroke her belly, only irritating the creature inside her. It was drumming on her bladder, making her desperate to piss herself.
Though even that idea was sort of appealing at the moment, she thought as she grabbed hold of a handful of his hair and bit down on his lips hard enough to draw blood. After all, he was going to end up as nothing but waste. Why shouldn’t she mark her territory like the alpha female she was?
She felt the appeal of that vileness, and there was something crude and animalistic to it, and she adored it. She began to moan loudly, talking about how good it was and how she’d never known any man to have such a big penis. It was untrue, of course; Earl had been bigger in every way, it seemed, but it was the kind of thing she knew men adored.
But it seemed the infant could tell she was faking it. It continued its drumbeat against her bladder. And then, as she pressed her face out of view, she let her hair cover his face and let the wicked little smirk come across as she lifted herself up and relaxed. Jonathan couldn’t tell the colouration of the gush of liquid spraying over him. But she relaxed into it; it made her feel tremendous, like a vicious predator marking her territory.
She flinched back, blushing slightly, immensely turned on by marking Jonathan with what he would soon be. Just her waste.
“did you just squirt?” Jonathan asked, seaming impressed with himself; she smiled at him. “Oh wow, I never knew I could do that!” She said. It was even technically the truth; she didn’t know how much she would have enjoyed marking her territory before.
And then she returned to the fucking. Relishing the feeling of being screwed and being screwed well.

And she was being screwed very well. Jonathan was hammering up into her, meeting every movement of hers. Especially now that she’d finally gotten him to stop squeezing her belly. That seemed to be preferable to the infant, who was kicking less.
Then just as she was getting close to climaxing. He grabbed hold of her bum and held her up above him. She nearly wept, staring as he mumbled something about not having condoms. The notion that he thought he might be in control of deciding where he made his final ejaculation offended her immensely. She slammed a hand over his mouth, shutting up the mumbling as she stared dead in his brown eyes with her blue ones filled with desire.
“Look at me. I’m not gonna be able to get pregnant twice at the same time, am I?” She said, growling the words as she pushed herself down on top of him slowly, millimetre by millimetre. Deliberately clenching down with her internal muscles as she did so, making him groan under her hand.
She waited until she was wedged smugly all around him before smiling at him.
“I’m clean, you’re clean. I want your come inside of me.” She ordered, and he continued thrusting up, although she noticed how he was flagging. Ordinarily, that would have disappointed her, but she knew what the cause wasn’t only made her smirk broader.
Then finally, with a low moan, he climaxed inside her, filling her with his semen.
It had been long since she felt that warm wash inside her.
She followed him into orgasm a few moments later, discreetly sliding a hand down her bum and ramming three fingers up her ass. Symbolic, she thought as she moaned on top of him, of his inevitable fate.
Jonathan softened inside of her, and she began cooing to him. He yawned, falling unconscious with great rapidity. She stayed on top of him as he fell asleep, holding him softly, singing almost a lullaby until she knew he was unconscious.
Then she slipped off him, letting the spitter spatter of his semen slip out of her. She sighed. She would have tied him up if she’d had it her way. Would have tormented him like she had Earl. That thought increased the pitter patter of come out of her. She stood there in that room smelling of sex for a few minutes letting him go deeper into unconsciousness. She knelt on the floor, looking up at him as she sat back on her haunches. He seemed very large and impressive at that moment.
Sliding her gaze down over his body as if capturing it in a picture for the last time, she looked down at his feet. And stripped off his socks to push his feet together. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She stood up smoothly, moving carefully to ensure she didn’t overbalance.
She looked at him, staring into his closed eyes with a little smile on her face. And then she spat in his face. 
The spit trickled down from his left eye, making it look like he was crying and he didn’t so much as twitch. She smiled at that, glad he wasn’t secretly faking being asleep and was deep enough in unconsciousness. Then she pursed her lips and spat again, and that time just out of simple spiteful pleasure.
“hmm, I am finding it sexy to spray my bodily fluids onto people. I might have to look into that.” She muttered to herself, stroking down smoothly over her belly though she didn’t realise it.
She grabbed a cloth she had been planning to use to wipe away the mess he had made and used it to clean off the areas where she had pissed on him. She cleaned him off calmly and efficiently. Pretty soon, he was as clean as if she had never done it though the knowledge that she enjoyed it would linger for substantially longer than he would be alive
She knelt back down, breathing in smooth rhythm through her nose as she lifted his feet and carefully angled her body. Tilting it so that her upper belly would not push down onto her womb. She opened her mouth and slid his feet inside of her. Bulged her throat out appealingly as she went deeper. Angling it so that as his feet entered her stomach and her mouth traced around his knees, they pushed outwards and away from her womb. 
He did taste good enough to make up for the mild irritation of having to go so slowly and carefully. This man cared for his body nearly obsessively, and his body showed off the effort. He had clearly not skipped like days; his legs were so muscular that it was almost difficult to get them inside her. On the other hand, Earl had been hard around the shoulders, where he was muscular but had comparatively slender legs. She wondered which of the men would be more offended by that comparison and giggled around Jonathan’s body.
As her mouth moved up over to his thighs. Feeling him begin to compress inside of her and having to recheck and lift up her body so that she rested on top of the belly and there was no risk of it pressing down on her growing child. She knew that there was at least one area where he was deficient. She teased his flaccid penis. Still faintly wet with her own exertions.
If she hadn’t been pregnant, she would have teased him, nearly waking him up and making him ejaculate inside of her mouth while she kept tied up; that thought made her  droll, but she knew there couldn’t  be any risk of him waking up
As her mouth swallowed up over his bum and crotch, moving towards his smooth abs. She knew there wasn’t much risk and that the drug she had mixed in his drinker was strong enough to keep him unconscious for a good while, but the acid in her stomach would soon steer away and wake him up. And she didn’t want to risk getting herself impregnated again even quicker and keeping someone in her belly like she had with Earl.
The amount of him inside her body was now more prominent than her actual body, and she lifted her hips up so that she was straddling it. Keeping her womb nice and high, an involuntary twitch was unlikely to harm her meal ticket.
She crowned she put his right arm into her mouth. Sliding off the Rolex, something to be kept as a trophy even though it was ultra generic.
Her idiot infant made a few feeble kicks but otherwise just rested and seemed satisfied with the nutrition it was soon going to be getting from her meal.
Finally, her mouth expanded over his slightly snoring head, dripping with drool as he got another wash of her saliva down his face and then she gulped. Leaning down in almost mockery of the downward dog yoga position. So that she was resting on top of her belly. She looked at herself in one of the mirrors nearby. Admiring the way, there were two distinctive bulges. The one that was her stomach bulged out was gigantic in uneven bulges where his body poked out. Compared to the far smoother and smaller bulbs resting above her crotch where her womb was supporting the parasite inside her. On top of it rested her natural body. She slapped her ass as she winked at herself in the mirror and then returned her focus even though she felt the exhaustion that was to occur after a big meal.
She stroked the smaller bulge and felt the baby press back out, maybe a hand, she thought.
She smiled softly; she said, “I do hate you for this, you know.” She said, feeling another motion starting up in her stomach
Jonathan heard that distantly as he began to wake up. “I can’t afford to lose you because then lose any chance of the fortune that I rightfully earned.” She continued ignoring that her method of earning it had been digesting its rightful owner.

“I cannot risk that the idiots squirming and thrashing and begging hurting you and causing a miscarriage. So instead of letting him digest and beg for mercy like your daddy did, I’m going to have burp  all the air out and suffocate him.” That prospect made Jonathan squirm, but he was still drained from the drugs.
“I’m sorry, Jonathan, that I can't  give you what you deserve.” She said, pressing a kiss to where she thought his face was in her belly. “But sadly, my needs need to come first. I hope you understand.” She said and then lifted her head up open her mouth, and “GGwwAoUURP” sprayed out of her filling the air with the smell of digesting meat. Letting her belly clench up and changing it from a hellish place into a suffocating one.
He thrashed weekly for a few moments, desperately trying to suck in air as the acid burned at him. And then he died. Relatively peacefully, and Ashley felt genuinely disappointed. She sighed and kissed it, trying to reassure herself that she was getting to digest someone up. She let that thought comfort her as she fell asleep, listening to the sound of her body processing her victim.
It was quiet in that room, only the slow dripping of his semen out of her pussy, sliding down her pregnant bulge and then her heavy belly before it hit the floor, and the churning of her stomach was the only sound in the room.
Ashley's stomach had increased in strength, working hard and long through the night to process the remains. And it seemed to soothe the foetus inside her, and not fighting or wriggling, just absorbing nutrients as they were leached from the remains of Jonathan.

Ashley woke up from the most peaceful night of sleep she had had in a long time, leaned back and stretched. She felt phenomenal, energised as if she had had a shot of coffee. Before she’d even begun to wake up. Blinking the sleep out of her blue eyes, she realised she was lying on her front with her head on the expensive leather sofa, and it still smelled faintly of her leavings. She pushed herself up and looked down at the gigantic belly.
A cruel smile spread across her face as she patted it. “Well, good morning Jonathan. I almost expected you to leave in the night, and you seem the kinda guy to come and go on a girl.” She said, taunting his remains. Even as her weakling child seemed to wake up and begin moving underneath her heavy bulge.
She didn’t find it as irritating at the moment, especially when a  particularly odorous fart slipped out of her, and she giggled and swatted her arse. She squeezed it, feeling the soft plushness added to it.
She stood up, admiring the way the bulges had merged together. Making her look pregnant with triplets. From where Jonathan lingered in her bowels. She let out another fart, delighted that soon she would be getting rid of another obstacle on the road to her control of the company.
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Ashley came again with a gush from between her pussy lips. She was unsure if she had just squirted or if it was a liquid waste driven out of her bladder. She hadn’t even noticed that the child seemed much quieter as she dumped Jonathan out, too busy with orgasm. Though there were some harmful side effects as she groaned and looked up at the ceiling. This was her fourth and fifth orgasm, and she couldn’t exactly remember.
“Did you have to be such a huge piece of shit, Jonathan?” She said, knowing that the toilet bowl was probably almost full again. She had to strain down hard to slice the thick log stretching her anus so pleasurably in half. She straightened up, glanced behind her at the filthy brown mass and then flushed it again.
Before putting herself back down and continuing to dump, her new apartment had a much better plumbing system than the old one; she checked that when she had purchased it, but you needed more than just the money she was getting from her in-laws to be able to have a toilet system that could handle a human size dump. Though that was something to look forward to, she thought for when she had all their money and dumped them in a toilet.
She smiled smugly and continued heaving more and more of him out. “I wonder if your wedding ring is gonna be in the toilet? I kinda like to keep that. Maybe, later on, I’ll eat your wife. Reunite the two of you on my boobs.” She taunted, squeezing her breasts hard, relishing their soft pillowy feel. Her belly was still larger than it had been. And she expected at least another orgasm out of her disposal Jonathan. She was surprised that she seemed to be finished after a few short pushes and a rather hard log. She strained to let out a few odorous farts and a gush of her urine. 
Human Ashley stood up with a slightly confused expression, poking and prodding at her larger belly that she had thought contained more of Jonathan's remains. Now seemed to just be just carrying her child.
She turned and stared down at Jonathan’s remains; their stench was unbearable, and they still radiated heat. 

Just as she hoped, there was a gleaming platinum ring coated with filth at the tip of her last log. It was thick with hair in clumps of shattered teeth that she’d always come to expect from the lightest things that stayed in her body the longest. She plucked a pair of tongs in a bucket beside the toilet, took them out, and dumped them in the same bucket. She would wash it off later and let it sit in her trophy collection. 

She looked back down at the other pile of logs, seeing what looked like a shattered eye socket sticking out slightly. 
She pursed her lips as she remembered what Jonathan had looked like in the office, so calm and confident, then unconscious and now finally in his proper state. Then with slow deliberation, she spat down, hitting directly into that filthy eye socket and smirking. She didn’t blow him a kiss or anything else, and he didn’t matter anymore. And she flushed him down to be with the rest of the shit.



She paused for a few moments as she realised that there was nothing left of him inside of her he seemed to have vanished entirely other than the minor improvements to her breasts and her bum. She poked her belly and realised that her womb had expanded. And clearly, the child inside had took most of the nutrients. For a brief moment, she felt a surge of maternal pride and affection.
“Did Jonathan help make you big and strong?” She asked
Then she remembered it was his child, and she dropped her hands away “nice to be using my current meals to fatten up my future meals.” She said and strolled away; getting ready to take over a company was a lot of work, and she needed to get to work to prevent herself from wasting the day. But most of her deals were by phone or over the computer, she thought. She stroked her heavy belly; it wasn’t like she needed to get dressed.