Casual Juice Enjoyer Watches a 'Mukbang' (Patreon)

“It’s been great, I guess, but I should probably get going. I need to eat and post an update.”

“I still can’t believe that you pander to those people. It’s gross.”

“It beats working a night shift at a shitty gas station or being a lab rat.”

Margo scowled at Cass’ comment but didn’t bother trying to retort. She knew it wasn’t a jab at her and just a general thing, but it was still shitty to say. That damn woman could be so insensitive sometimes. Guess it comes with the turf of being a solitary predator, but, like, seriously, did Cass really have to be such a stereotypical lamia? It was legit kinda lame. She was still cool since she put up with Margo’s mega-bitch energy though. Respect.

She saw Cass to the door and watched her slither down the hall to the stairs, then made sure to lock up tight behind her. Margo sighed happily as she turned the lights in her apartment off. Did she need to have the lights off? No. It just made her feel good. The darkness was her blanket in a world of scum and pain~.

Ooooh, that was a good one! Store that little gem away to post on her blog later, heheh…

Margo spun through her home, humming Requiem of the Night to herself as she cleaned up after her guest. Cass’ big snake body always dragged a bunch of dirt in from outside, which was horrific. Margo may not be able to get sick, but she still couldn’t STAND having any filth in her lair! Just because she had another eon or two to live didn’t mean she needed to spend it in squalor!

Not that she blamed Cass for the mess she’d left. It’s not like she chose to have a hundred pounds of scales and pure muscle in her trunk instead of just the usual junk. Margo just wished that she was a bit more… aware of the smaller things. Then maybe they could hang out at Cass’ place for once. As it was, Margo was NEVER going to step foot in that hell again. Dirt and dust and bits of shed skin and GOD know what else ingrained into the carpet! Soapscum in the sink! And who even knows the last time she scrubbed her doorknobs! Disgusting!

As experienced as Margo was, it didn’t take long to finish cleaning. She was putting away her vacuum before she knew it. She’d gotten dozens of noise complaints about vacuuming in the night, but what did it matter? She was a vampire. Night was her day. Asking her to do such things in the daytime hours under the risk and perjury of the sun was criminal! Seriously, who were these humans to ask her to submit to such a demanding concession!? They were lucky Margo didn’t want to deal with paying them back in kind. Hmph.

Speaking of night and day, what was the time? Oh, she was missing it! Damn! Margo hastily grabbed one of the gallon bottles of tomato juice from her cupboard and shoved it in the microwave. She usually preferred to heat her drinks on the stove, but the microwave worked in a pinch. She didn’t want to miss much, so it would have to do today.

After making sure her juice was pleasantly warm, Margo scuttled back to her room. She was lucky her current roommate was a deep sleeper - Margo had gone through far too many other people who couldn’t stand her simple need for cleanliness or her refusal to bow down to their diurnal bullshit. Sima, the woman currently splitting Margo’s rent with her, was actually pleasant, fortunately enough. It also helped that she wasn’t human either.

Margo locked her door behind her and quickly woke up her computer. She had a sic set-up, the result of being an avid lover of tech ever since the most advanced computer most people had was a calculator.  Top-of-the-line graphics, liquid cooling, more RAM than she knew what to do with, an SSD with enough memory to make a dent in the library of Congress… it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that half of Margo’s total net worth was stored in this one little machine.

Her wonder machine wasn’t going to be used to its full potential tonight, however. No, tonight, all it was going to be used for was watching a certain stream of a certain woman…

“-sucks, I can get behind eating it. It really is filling. I mean, look at how much it filled me out~.”

Cass’ voice filled Margo’s ears via her headphones once her stream had finally loaded. She was showing off her gut! Damn it, look how fucking round it already was! Margo had missed so much! Damn her incessant need to clean! And damn Cass for wanting to meet up on her feeding day! Damn, damn, damn!

Margo bit her nail hungrily as she drank in the sight of the lamia’s sleek, smooth skin pulled tight by her gluttony. This was something she could never, EVER admit to her close friend. She was positive that the reclusive woman would pull out of Margo’s life faster than a striking cobra if she knew that Margo had been using her streams to satisfy her damned gut fetish. Why did she even have something like this!? She was a vampire, not a damned human!

Was it a vampire’s natural instinct? Was she lured in by large, well-fed people? It was true that a fat human’s blood tasted far better than a malnourished human’s, but was it as simple as that? Or maybe it was the resemblance to a pregnant woman’s belly since their blood had such a distinct, rich flavor that was impossible to resist? Margo has been far too scared to broach the topic with other vampires, so she had no idea if it was a constant of her species or if she was simply a freak.

“I’m feeling big, but not nearly full. What should I eat next, guys? Any preferences from what you can see?”

The vampire found herself breathing heavier than usual. That was, unfortunately, normal. She could run a  mile in eight minutes without breaking a sweat, but just Cass’ fake-ass streamer voice was enough to make Margo’s heart beat twice as fast (not that six beats a minute was fast, mind you). Damnit. Her body was getting conditioned to this. Fuck. She hoped to fuck that Cass never used her streamer voice for a joke or something. Margo was worried about what her body might do…

She watched with bated breath as Cass took her chat’s instructions to down an entire massive bag of rice. Fuck, look at that SWELL! How did she DO that!? Like, obviously, Margo knew how - lamia had massive capacities since their original diet consisted of livestock, large wildlife, and even humans and other inhumans, and everything they ate had to pass through their ‘human’ stomach first before moving on to their true stomachs. Even still, though… DAMN. Margo was pretty sure she’d explode if she tried to eat that much rice…

Margo swallowed hard. Her fingers tapped nervously on the lid of her tomato juice. She was finally getting into the mood. She didn’t always want to ‘join in’, but on the days she did… she was bound for a night of both heaven and hell.

The vampire pulled off her nightshirt and then shakily unscrewed the top of the bottle while taking a deep breath. Her breath quickened as the heavy scent of the liquid reached her nose. There was an old myth about vampires being able to drink tomato juice instead of blood to survive, but that was total BS. Blood was blood and tomatoes were tomatoes. That said, though, Margo freaking LOVED tomato juice. The rich flavor, the thick texture, the color, the weight… It was all so PERFECT!

She took a slow test sip. It could stand to be a bit warmer, but… it would do. Margo preferred her drinks to be body-temp, but she wasn’t opposed to cooler drinks like her family was back when she lived with them.

Cass was shaking her belly next to the mic, filling Margo’s ears with euphoric sounds. Was this maraca-like sound really coming from a living stomach? Was this the miracle of a truly massive stomach? Margo was jealous. Jealous and too excited for her own good. She twitched in her seat and rubbed a hand along her flat stomach. She couldn’t do that, but at the very least, she could…

Margo took a hefty gulp of her juice, then another. She licked her lips and giggled happily. Next to blood, this was her favorite thing to put in her belly. It also had one more very important feature, but that part wouldn’t be important for a while~.

Despite how frantic Margo had been to start watching the stream, she knew there was plenty of time to relax and enjoy herself since lamia feedings go on for hours. She also always made sure to have Cass’ streaming day off when making up the schedules for work (a perk of being a manager), so she didn’t need to worry about work either. She could just watch and enjoy!

Soon enough, Cass’ belly did the mesmerizing movement of emptying out into her lower half. Margo just couldn’t understate how AMAZING seeing such a massively round gut empty itself and become perfectly flat again was - especially when the gut’s owner intended to fill it right back up again.

The vampire started to unconsciously rub her belly while taking another large gulp of juice. Margo was a lot smaller than Cass, standing at only a little over five feet tall and weighing barely under a hundred pounds, so the small amount of juice plus the blood she’d drank earlier was already pushing out her tum. Not a huge amount, but it was more belly than she’d had earlier. She sighed as Cass started to cram an entire leg of ham down her throat. There was a good chance Margo might legit burst if she tried to fit as much inside of herself as Cass fit into a single ‘round’, as she put it. At the very least, she’d be comatose for a week. Still… she might want to try at some point… it could be fun just to see how all that would feel inside of her… heh… heheheh…

Over the next twenty minutes, Margo kept her eyes glued to Cass and her greedy gut while slowly taking sips from her gallon bottle of juice. By then she was starting to feel sloshy. She hiccuped and gave her belly a good shake. She swooned as she felt the heavy liquid shift around inside of her. Maybe a third of the gallon was sitting right there in her tiny belly~. She wasn’t done, though. Not nearly done…

Margo kept sipping away while watching, using Cass’ feast to keep herself in the mood despite how slow she was going. Apparently, in days of old, vampires would drain entire humans in less than twenty seconds so as to escape discovery without wasting food. Margo would explode if she tried to drink the gallon-plus volume of blood inside a human so quickly. She was plenty satiated with the daily half-liter blood packs she got from the government instead of freely feeding, so to drink that much would just be gluttonous… not that Margo hadn’t considered trying on occasion. Some of her customers at work DEFINITELY deserved to donate a good few liters to Margo’s gut.

The bottle felt lighter and lighter in Margo’s hand as time went on while her gut felt heavier and heavier. She gulped hard as she watched Cass start to pour an entire family-sized box of cereal into her mouth, then started to massage her own belly. She was close to finishing the gallon and her belly was so tight… she usually couldn’t make it to a full gallon, but maybe… maybe today, she could…

Slowly, carefully, Margo continued to take sips of the heavy juice. She panted and moaned in between sips, tracing a circle around her navel with a sharp nail. Her body was naturally cold, so the body-temp juice was making her feel warm and tingly all over her body - particularly in her core and down south~. She found her hand shifting from massaging her taut lower belly to slipping underneath the hem of her boxers (they were comfy to sleep in, alright?). She stopped herself. Not yet. If she had her fun now, she would lose a lot of her motivation to keep going for a while. Then her juice would go cold, she wouldn’t want to go reheat it, and she’d just end up fingering herself while watching Cass for the next few hours. That was still a lovely plan and all, but she had a chance to go big here for once! She owed it to herself to at least try!

Margo retrieved her hand and put it back to work massaging her belly, which was starting to rumble in protest from how full it was. There was no escaping the tension that had started to build up from her earlier temptation, though. Margo couldn’t help but start to take more frequent sips, shuddering as each gulp made her belly push out just the slightest bit more. Not only was she depriving herself, but she was also making everything feel even BETTER! And now Cass was emptying her gut again, causing all kinds of delicious sounds in Margo’s ears! She couldn’t keep going like this! She was going to burst - though not in the literal sense, unfortunately.

The vampire soon started to keep the bottle to her lips at all times, the taste of tomato ever-present on her tongue. Each swallow was tiny, but they added up because, soon enough…

“Uuuuugh…” Margo moaned aloud as she slid down in her chair, the arm holding her now empty juice bottle dangling limply over the chair’s arm. She forcefully groped her heavily bloated gut and moaned even louder as it rumbled and churned under her unkind grasp. She hiccuped, then belched. FUCK, that felt good… Margo could count the number of times she’d managed to reach a gallon on one hand, yet for some reason, today felt the best of all… why was that…?

Oh, yeah. She didn’t feel sick or nauseous at all! She could feel the juice wanting to come back up whenever she belched, but never any real sickness. Just a lot of tension and gurgling. She bit her lip and ran a nail alongside her flank, relishing in the feeling of the sharp tip pushing into the overtight gut beneath her skin. She didn’t know why tonight was different, but it was freaking BEUATIFUL~!

In fact, Margo felt so good, that… heh… heheh… oh, her poor, poor belly…

The vampire, for the first time in a long while, separated herself from Cass’ stream to heave herself to her feet. Her heavy gut pulled at her skin even more as she stood, sending another rush of heat through Margo’s cold body. She stumbled across her room, her head foggy, and carefully shuffled to the kitchen.

The glutted vampire opened her cupboard and pulled out another gallon of tomato juice. All she ever ate or drank was tomato juice and blood, so her half of the cupboards were only ever filled with the potent fruit juice and some teabags for her (very few) tea-drinking guests. Oh, and a granola bar that Cass left over one time and refuses to take back. Margo took her second gallon and hastily shoved it in the microwave. She wasn’t sure how long this feeling of euphoria was going to last, so she needed to hurry. The last thing she wanted was to get bored or sick while waiting for the key to the best time ever to heat up.

The moment the timer went off, Margo yanked open the microwave door and grabbed her bottle. She sloshed back to her room, belly wobbling all the way, and locked her door once more. There was no time to waste! Margo sat down on her bed, pulled off the lid, and hastily started drinking.

The results were immediate. Margo groaned between swallows as her belly rumbled. She could even hear the gurgles and grains now thanks to her headphones being off. She gripped her taut gut and kept gulping, slowly but steadily draining ever more tomato juice down her throat.

Soon enough, bolts of pain started to dance through Margo’s gut. She tore the bottle from her lips and started to cough, which did NOT feel good on her poor tortured tum. She groaned and hugged her belly, hiccuping. NOW she felt sick… fuuuuuck… she shouldn’t have pushed it…

Margo was forced to sit still for several minutes, gently soothing her rioting belly. Eventually, finally, she was able to relax, panting. The sickness was fading and now Margo felt AMAZING. Her belly had never felt so tight - it had never been so heavy! She bit her lip as she pressed her fingers into her taut flesh, reveling in how little give her belly had left for her to tease. She looked down at herself and giggled wildly as she saw the slightest bit of red tinting her belly. Her pale and almost translucent skin, a trait shared by most vampires, was stretched so tight that it was betraying its contents. She was bloated to the brim with succulent red fluid~. She was a sloshy juice balloon that was one pin-prick away from popping~. She was filled to the absolute MAX!

The vampire couldn’t stop giggling and hiccuping as she fondled her giant gut. She glanced at the bottle of juice. It was a third gone! A gallon and a third was around five liters! Five whole liters inside of her tiny belly! It was NOTHING compared to what Cass could do, and the slope of her gut was a molehill compared to Cass’ mountain, but she was still thrilled! And so hot! She felt so freaking hot all over her body, from her toes to her fingers to her nose, from her shoulders to her hips to her… ah… aaah…

Margo’s hand yanked open her nightstand drawer and scratched around until she find her ‘nighttime assistant’. With how much Margo was enjoying herself even without the help of Cass’ stream, she might not even get to start watching again before Cass finished… heheheheh…

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There wasn’t a single drop of energy left in Margo’s body. She was, well and truly… exhausted…

It had been over four hours since she’d finished drinking. Four hours of complete and total bliss~. A vampire’s stamina is truly something special. She moved from her bed to her chair to enjoy more of Cass’ stream, then to the bathroom to have some fun in the steamy heat of the shower, then back to her bed for some lotion and more toy time. Now, Margo was done… yet her belly remained massive, tight as a drum, and even more of a gassy, gurgly mess than ever.

*HIC-UuuUUUUUoooo-OOOOOooOORRRRRP*

Fun fact: vampires can’t properly digest tomato juice. The only things they can digest, for whatever reason, are blood, flesh, bone, and muscle. They’re carnivores to the extreme.

That meant that, until Margo’s body finally managed to push all that juice out of one end or the other, she was stuck with this giant, immobile mess of a belly. It didn’t help that her kind had naturally slow digestion either. She was going to be glutted with all this juice for HOURS - maybe even the whole next DAY.

*BuuuuOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP*

“*HIC* Uuuugh… Wh-Why do I keep doing this to myself…” Margo bemoaned aloud. She slowly rolled over onto her side, feeling green as the mass of thick liquid in her gut shifted with her. She swallowed hard. “If only it didn’t feel so damn gooood… fuuuuuuuck…”

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And for our next monster girl fic, we have... Margo! I bet none of y'all saw this coming, huh? A cringey vampire gal who is both ashamed of her kink yet egregiously reckless with it - in other words, my type of lady of the night~.

Moving into monster gal territory has really started getting my gears goin' again, and y'all seem to like them based on the poll, so don't expect me to stop anytime soon~. I'll probs do a character fic for the next one, then there's D.VA's time in the limelight, and then... more monster moments~.

Also, I'm finishing up a comm for the first time in FOREVER, so even more content for y'all! Yay!

I'll do the mythra/pyra short. Soon. Maybe. Probably. Possibly. Heh.