Streaming a Feeding

CW: This fic features a lamia in all her monster girl glory. There's no vore, but I don't shy away from making use of a lamia's snakey characteristics. If you don't like the land version of mermaids, you might not enjoy this fic too terribly much. You've been warned~

“... and, like, he said that ‘I would do’. Like, those EXACT words! Seriously, how much do you have to stick your head up your own ass to be able to say stuff like that?”

“Right?” Cass agreed. She sipped on her mocha and rested her chin on her hand. “Happens to me all the time too. I had a chick last week who said ‘If only you had the legs to match your face.’ Bitch, did I ask if your judgmental ass wanted some of this? Please.”

Cass was having a nice, peaceful mid-day hang-out at home with her close friend Margo. Though, for the average person, two in the morning wouldn’t be called ‘mid-day’. Cass and Margo weren’t exactly ‘average’, though.

Margo slurped the pungent red liquid in her glass and huffed, “What’s with humans, huh? They love the idea of people like us up until they actually meet us and then they’re suddenly terrified? Like, what’s with the double standards? So unfair.”

A heavy sliding sound accompanied Cass more tightly spiraling her tail beneath her. “Eh… I guess we can’t be too mad about it. We’re not like satyrs or elves or anything. Our kinds used to eat humans like they eat skittles. Hell, I think one of my cousins in France is still running a tourist ‘trap’ instead of going vegan like the rest of us have.”

“What? Like, no!” Margo insisted, her eyes glinting angrily in the dim light. “Humans do plenty of messed-up stuff to each other, but they still treat each-other way better than they treat us!”

Cass stared at Margo for a few seconds. “...Uh… you do know about stuff like World War two and the Trail of Tears… right? Humans are plenty awful to their own kind. It’s not just to us.”

“Oh, shut up and let me wallow for a bit. I’m pissed.” Margo stirred her glass while sighing. Her sharp canines poked out over her lips as she glanced at Cass. “I’m kinda miffed that you’re so casual about this. You’ve got it, like, way worse than I do, right?”

“Eh? No, not really.”

Margo cocked an eyebrow. “Really?” Her eyes flickered down to Cass’ lower half. “I can think of one big reason why that’s bull.”

“The only thing that’s bull here is your attitude,” Cass hissed. She tried to take another sip of her mocha, but to her despair, found that it was empty. Shit. It had been so long since she’d had one of these, but it was already gone. Why did human serving sizes have to be so small? The irritated woman unfurled her lower body and glided over to the trash to toss the empty cup away. She turned back to Margo. “It’s been great, I guess, but I should probably get going. I need to eat and post an update.”

Margo rolled her eyes. “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,” Cass shot back.

Cass said goodbye and quickly slithered out of Margo’s dreary apartment. She loved that girl, but damn if she didn’t take the gloomy vampire bit too far. There was such a thing as being too much of a stereotype. She could also stand to be a bit easier on humans. They were the ones donating blood to blood banks so that she didn’t need to go hunting, after all.

The trip home was, as always, long and tense. It might have been obvious by now, but Cass was very much not human. She was a lamia - a creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake. This, naturally, made a lot of humans uneasy around her. Cass didn’t mind, though. lamias were naturally solitary creatures, so the less that humans wanted to bother her, the better. It did make her nervous when traveling since it wasn’t uncommon for demi-humans to get attacked, but cases with lamias being assaulted were few and far between. After all, what sane human would try and accost a creature whose lower half was longer than most humans were tall?

Thankfully, the trip home was uneventful save for a few wary glances from some strangers and a bit of begging to not be eaten from the druggie in the alley on fifth. He would apologize to Cass about it the next time he saw her, so it was fine. She unlocked her door and slid inside.

Cass tossed her bag aside and let out a heavy sigh. Her stomach rumbled loudly, echoing throughout her entire hollow body. It had been a week since she’d eaten, so it was time to earn her paycheck. At least she enjoyed doing this. If she had Margo's vehemently anti-human perspective, this kind of job would be literal hell…

The eager lamia took her time washing up in her custom snake-friendly bathroom despite the insistent gurgling of her stomach. She needed to look her best as always. Every blue and green scale on her lower body needed to shine, her hair needed to shimmer, her teeth needed to be pearly white, and, above all else… she needed to be hungry.

After that, Cass spent some time deciding what to wear. No pants or skirt was necessary, of course. Cass didn’t even own anything that went down below. She did, however, have a great number of tops. What would she wear for today? What would get her clients in the mood…?

Cass eventually settled on a flashy white button-down top and an indigo blazer - the stereotypical look for every ‘teacher’ that had ever appeared in a porno. Cass wasn’t proud of how damn fine the porno shirt looked on her, but she’d be proud of how much money it would bring in. Also, an important question… choker or no choker…? Eh, it wasn’t that much of a question.

The lamia slithered out into her kitchen, feeling happy with the comfort of having a leather choker tight around her throat. It wouldn’t be there for too long, but she’d enjoy the feeling while it lasted. Hell, she might put a fresh one on after she was done feeding just for the feeling… but that was later. Right now, she needed to get ready.

Cass didn’t have much use for a ‘kitchen’ as humans had them. She didn’t need to cook at all - in fact, she preferred her meals uncooked. She still liked having the oven, though. She could turn it on and curl up near it on Winter nights when it got particularly cold to get the same cozy feeling as a fire. Cass was a unique breed of lamia that could thrive in colder climates, but even she had her limits.

No, Cass used her kitchen entirely for food storage and little else. She had a can opener, a knife, a few spoons of various sizes, and a few other random tools and utensils, like a bottle opener and BBQ skewers. Other than that, every single space was used for food storage and, on feeding days like today, defrosting.

Before setting out for Margo’s earlier, Cass had pulled out a good variety of goodies and treats for herself. A leg of ham, a few thick steaks, a few packs of various chicken parts, and even a whole turkey. She could feel her mouth starting to drown in saliva just from looking at all of the juicy meat spread out before her. She’d only gotten to the point where she could spoil herself with such delicacies recently and she was SO here for it. Maybe one day she could even do an entire feeding with just meat… precious, tasty meat…

Cass shook her head. Today was not that day, so she would still need to feed on plenty of other foods as well. She quickly filled her arms with the still-wrapped meats and carried them into her studio, then returned to empty out a cupboard of its contents. She emptied out a couple more cupboards but stopped on her last trip. Right, her special treat! Cass flicked open the fridge with the end of her tail and snagged a fresh carton of eggs. She fervently licked her lips as she carefully escorted the precious cargo into her studio. Eggs weren’t very filling, but they were still one of Cass’ favorites. Maybe it was her snake instincts? Maybe she was just a freak? Who knew?

Finally, it was time. Cass zipped into her studio and shut the door behind her. Her ‘studio’ was just a second bedroom that she’d ‘confiscated’ after her last roommate got tired of hearing heavy slithering in the middle of the night and bailed on the lease. Honestly, Cass had been extremely lucky she was in a spot to cover the whole lease by that point. She might’ve had to go through the hell of finding another person who was comfortable living with a lamia if not.

Cass’ studio was simple. The only furniture in the room was a table in the far corner (which was now covered in food) and a solitary stool. The studio portion itself consisted of some soundproofing panels on the wall near the door (which are cheaper than you’d expect) and a tripod with a halfway decent camera (which was more expensive than you’d expect) that was perpetually attached to a laptop on a stool (which was exactly as expensive as you’d expect) and a standalone mic (which was MUCH more expensive than you’d expect). She wanted to invest in some better lighting and a better mic, but doing that was going to bite a massive chunk out of her savings. She was making more and more money as time went on, so maybe she’d be able to justify the splurge soon.

Being careful not to knock over her setup (like she’d done all too often before), Cass slithered into the part of the room in front of the camera. After a quick technical check, Cass took a deep breath and started her stream.

She waited for a few minutes for people to roll in. When she’d first started streaming, she could expect to only have three people watching at a time - five max. Now, though, she averaged about two hundred people a stream. It still wasn’t a massive amount, but with the donations these types of people gave her? It was plenty.

“Hey, guys. It’s that time again,” Cass said in greeting to her viewers. She got in closer to her camera and moved her torso up so that her concave stomach was in full view of the camera. “My meal from the last stream is aaaaaall gone, so I need to eat again. Who’s excited to see their favorite snake lady have some fun again?”

As usual, the chat was filled with horny dumbasses sounding their approval. Cass smirked. This whole streaming thing was the best idea she’d ever had. She was getting paid to do what she would do once every week anyways and all she had to do was flaunt her body while doing it. What wasn’t to love?

Ah, there was already a donation! Five bucks wasn’t much, but all those fives and tens throughout the stream would add up into a new lighting set-up for lovely Cassy in no time flat~. Cass moved back from her camera and licked her lips. “I’m glad you’re all ready ‘cause I sure as hell am. God, waiting for this time every week is so hard to do. I’m always starving by now! I don’t think I can wait anymore - sorry if some people aren’t here yet, but this lamia’s gotta eat!”

Cass slithered a bit closer to her table and greedily looked over the selection for tonight. She had to start with some meat, right? She HAD to! Nothing too big, though. She wanted to save the big stuff for later.

The dirty-blonde lamia snatched up a pack of raw chicken legs and tore off the plastic wrapping. While making sure that her throat was in frame of the stream, Cass picked up the chicken legs and, one by one, dangled them above her head before dropping them into her salivating maw. God, the juices! The raw flavor of the chicken, unsullied by heat or seasoning! It was just the BEST!

Cass would savor each leg for just a moment before wrapping her tongue around it and dragging it into her throat. From there, her powerful throat muscles would easily send it down into her rumbling gut. Then she’d repeat, gulping down leg after leg until her fingers no longer found any legs when she searched.

“Aw, are they already all gone?” Cass whined aloud, making a show of the empty packaging. “I barely feel like I’ve eaten anything! Are chickens getting smaller these days?” Despite her shameless exaggeration, Cass wasn’t lying when she said she said it barely felt like she’d eaten. Lamias are naturally massive eaters, so a few meager bird legs weren’t anything to her. Sure, she had a small bump forming on her human stomach, but that was nothing compared to how much she still needed to eat.

Moving on, Cass tossed the empty chicken package onto a plastic sheet she’d lain down in the corner to collect trash and hovered over her table of treats once more. The chicken had been for her, so it was time for one for her fans. That meant…

“You know, I still don’t get why humans love bread so much,” Cass stated as she picked up a footlong sub from the table. She half unwrapped it from its deli paper prison and inspected it. Good, the sandwich shop had gotten it right. Plenty of turkey and ham, light on spinach, and extra-extra mayo. Everything a growing lamia needed to survive the week. She looked over to the camera. “It doesn’t taste like anything and it doesn't have any nutrition. It just fills you up. What’s the point?”

The lamia took a moment to read the responses coming in. “Oh, that is the point, huh? It’s filling? Fair enough, I guess… Eh? What do you mean it tastes good? Birds taste good. Cows taste good. Bread tastes like wheat. What’s the point?... I mean, yeah, I’m a carnivore, but I can still taste things and I’m used to eating non-meat stuff. I can still tell what tastes good and what doesn’t. Like, ice cream? Too cold for me, but it’s tasty. Cake? Great. Mochas? Heavenly. But bread is just… wheat.”

Some people were starting to get impatient. It was time. “Fine, fine, I’ll get on with it. I was just taking some time to savor the chicken juices, alright?” Cass moved the heavy sub towards her mouth and licked her lips. “I hope a lot of mayo leaks out while I’m eating. Now that’s tasty…”

Cass opened her mouth, wider and wider, until she felt the distinct *POP* of her jaw unhinging. Her audio setup was JUST good enough that the sound would get picked up on-stream, which she knew would make her fans go mad. She smirked internally as she put the end of the sub into her mouth. For this to go well, Cass needed to make a straight shot to her gut. That would normally be up and down so that gravity could help out, but since this was just a sub and for the stream’s sake…

The hungry lamia curled her tail up into a solid foundation and lowered her torso until her upper body was parallel to the ground. She raised her headso that her throat was a straight line to her stomach, then started to push the sub down into her throat.

Just as hoped, the constricting of her muscles around the sandwich was making the absurd amount of mayo spurt out onto her tongue. The eggy condiment was the PERFECT accessory to an otherwise bland experience! The sandwich filled up her entire throat, even pushing it out a good bit, but Cass didn’t mind at all. If anything, the pressure felt nice to her - and the feeling of her choker being pulled taut across her neck? Priceless~.

Cass happily held her breath and gulped down the sandwich, glancing over at her stream every now and then to make sure she was holding steady. This position had been hard to hold when she’d first done it, but with some core-building exercises, now it was a breeze. Doing this was also a fan favorite, so Cass made sure to do it at least a few times every stream.

In no time, Cass could feel the end of the sandwich poking into her stomach. She had to push a bit harder at that point to encourage the sandwich to bend, but that only made it feel even better. It was similar to the feeling of struggling prey, which was an experience Cass rarely got to experience. Maybe she should order a live chicken or two for the stream sometime…

The tip of the sandwich vanished past Cass’ lips. Once she could feel it vanishing down her throat, Cass straightened up, letting out a contented sigh. “You know what? As much as bread sucks, I can get behind eating it. It really is filling. I mean, look at how much it filled me out~.”

Cass got close to her camera to show off her belly. She timed it well, too. Her rounded stomach, which was well-outlined by her tight shirt, was still visibly pushing out as the last of the sub forced its way inside. That earned her a couple extra dono’s~. Cass patted the side of her belly and let out a small burp. “I’m feeling big, but not nearly full. What should I eat next, guys? Any preferences from what you can see?”

The lamia moved her torso around a bit, giving her audience a few good angles of her belly and the slivers of flesh that were starting to show in between her shirt’s buttons while she read the chat. They were pretty divided. “Hmm… I’m seeing a lot of people asking for the turkey, but I don’t wanna do that yet, guys. That’s my desert! I can’t eat my desert first… The rice? Why are you guys like this? Rice is just as bad as bread! Why do you want me to follow up bread with rice?... It’s also filling? You guys just want me to explode! Do you really want to see me pop these buttons that badly?”

Cass chuckled to herself as she stretched her arms above her head, causing her shirt to tighten and inch up her round gut. The comments were, of course, now unified in their desire to see Cass’ shirt fail in its one and only job. Cass didn't mind that, of course. There was a reason she had learned how to sew, after all - and it certainly wasn’t to make some woolen socks for herself.

A twenty-dollar donation rolled in asking for Cass to give in to the masses. She smirked. “Fine, fine, fine! You horndogs win! I’m not happy about it, though. I was really hoping for something sugary after all the meat and bread, y’know?”

The lamia’s heavy body shifted noisily on the carpet as Cass reached across the table to grab the five-pound bag of rice she’d brought in. Uncooked, naturally. It went down much faster dry and the audience enjoyed it much more.

Cass coiled her tail up underneath herself in a position where the camera could focus on her mouth and her gut, then tore open one corner of the bag to make a spout. This one had also taken a bit of practice to get used to, but it was another crowd favorite. Truthfully, it was also much better than some empty pasta or veggies or whatever, so Cass took to it with gusto.

The blonde woman gently unhinged her jaw again to get her mouth as naturally wide as possible, then tilted her head back and raised the bag of rice. She started to pour. Naturally, some of the dry rice glued itself to her wet cheeks, tongue, and throat, but for the most part, the rice amicably allowed itself to tumble down into her cavernous gut.

Pouring five pounds of rice down one’s throat takes less time than one might think if done in one go. Cass felt a bit of pleasure run through her body as her stomach quickly swelled out from the rapid introduction of so much rice at once. Just like with the eggs, Cass had to wonder if the pleasure of being so full was a general lamia thing or just her being a freak. If lamia weren’t normally so damn reclusive and solitary, she might have an answer. Not that her curiosity didn’t stop her from enjoying the feeling. Being so full felt so good~.

Finally, Cass was tapping the bag above her head to shake loose the last few grains of rice. She tossed the bag aside, pushed her jaw back into place, then smacked her lips. “God, that never gets any better. I know you’re supposed to ‘cook’ rice or whatever, but that just makes it easier to chew, right? Does it make it taste better too?”

Cass slithered close to the camera again, showing off her gut once more. It had rapidly swollen outwards and was now truly testing the buttons on her shirt. Great swathes of pale, ghostly-white flesh were now clear for everyone to see, and a solid strip of Cass’ lower belly was no longer being covered between the bottom of her shirt and the top row of her vibrant green and blue scales.

“It does if you add salt? It does if you add butter? Well, why wouldn’t I just eat salt and butter then? Why do I need to put it on the rice?... They don’t taste good on their own? What do you mean? Cooking doesn’t make any sense…. Shake it? Shake what? I don’t... My belly? Shake my belly? Oh, to hear the rice? Sure, why not? Hold on, I’ll do it closer to the mic.”

This was a new one, but Cass didn’t mind. She moved her torso closer to her mic and grabbed her belly with both of her hands. She gave it a few good shakes that way, then wiggled her body back and forth for hopefully a different type of sound. It just sounded like rice to her, but the chat seemed to be going nuts for it, and she did love the way her belly was wobbling about and how her tight shirt felt as she moved, so… this was a net win~.

After a minute of rice sounds for chat, Cass slithered back over to her table and grabbed one of the gallon jugs of water she’d bought for the explicit purpose of drinking after downing the rice. “Alright, alright, that’s enough of that. I’m feeling parched after all that rice, so I think it’s time to ‘cook’ it - lamia style. What do you guys want today? Do you wanna see or hear it?”

She went back to read her chat. “...Both? I can’t-” Cass stopped herself. “Well… I guess I can try? I’m not very good with tech, so I’m kinda scared to mess with my set-up mid-meal like this, but… here-”

Cass gingerly grabbed her shitty mic and carried it over to her table, going slowly to make sure the cables would reach. Fortunately, they just barely did. “Oh, nice, it reaches.” She positioned her torso just right to where her stuffed gut was right next to the mic, then checked herself on her laptop. “Ok, so I won’t be very close to the camera, but you should be able to hear and see like this. Does this work?”

It was a resounding yes from chat. “Ok, cool. I’ll get started then. Keep watch for when my buttons give out, guys. I don’t think they’ll last much longer~.”

The colorful lamia broke the seal on her jug of water and, without hesitation, put it to her lips and raised it above her head. She used one of her sharp nails to open up a gash in the bottom of the jug, which immediately sent a surge of water down into Cass’ mouth - and down her throat.

The whole gallon of water gushed out of the jug and into Cass’ gut at an insane rate, rapidly pushing her belly out. Her shirt stretched tight against her skin, her flesh began to muffin out from between the buttons, and then-

*PING!* *PINGPING!*

Cass groaned happily as her gut shot out into the now free space. Three whole buttons had shot off into the aether - a new record for her! She’d only ever made two pop off at once before! The proud woman finished guzzling the gallon and tossed it aside. “Uuuugh, that feels amazing! I’ve got so much more room now! It doesn’t look like I do though, does it? Heh.”

As usual, chat was having a meltdown and money was being chucked at her to do more. Cass grinned. Humans were no match for a lamia’s ability to chug. Taking down liters of water was nothing compared to swallowing livestock whole - not that Cass herself had ever done that, but it was in her blood, right?

“Well, I guess I should get the next jug then-” Cass grunted as she reached for the second gallon of water. What little she knew about cooking rice amounted to ‘two parts water, one part rice’ and that chugging water with rice didn’t actually work. This would be her fifth time doing this, yet not once had she ever felt like the rice was expanding in her belly. The chat loved it though, and many people kept claiming they could see her tummy swelling, so who was she to tell them they were wrong? So she’d just add two parts of water to five pounds of rice and let the nerds love her ‘swelling’ tum~.

Cass repeated the same trick for this second gallon as the first, chugging the water at an astronomical rate. Her belly ballooned outward as she drank, heavily bloating out of the sizable gap that had been made between her buttons. She put a hand on her silky smooth skin and rubbed it forcefully, reveling in how tight and compact her gut was feeling with so much inside it. Ah, this was the life~. Feeding day was always Cass’ favorite day of the week.

The glutted lamia dropped the now mangled gallon jug and let out a soft belch. “I will never get tired of that! It feels so intense to bloat up my belly so quickly! How were the sounds, guys? Lots of splashing and gurgling?”

Yes, yes, yes! Chat was going even more ballistic than usual. Perfect! Cass would have to do this more often then! “Awesome! I’m glad it worked well. I’ll give you a few minutes to enjoy, then~.”

After the promised couple of minutes, Cass decided on the next treat herself. “Look, I know I can’t trust you guys now!” Cass teased as she picked up a box of donuts she’d had delivered earlier that day while the bakeries were still open. “You don’t care about me or my tastes! You just want to see my filled to bursting! And I support that, I do, but I’d like to be happy AND glutted, you feel me? So let me enjoy myself, dangit!”

Cass popped open the box and audibly gulped. Two dozen donuts of varying types. She had everything from raspberry-filled and custard cream to plain glazed and powdered. If Cass had to pick a favorite food group other than meats, she would DEFINITELY pick sweets. Were they good for her? Absolutely not. In fact, they were probably worse for her (being a carnivore and all) than they were for humans. Did Cass let that stop her?

HELL no!

The stuffed lamia left her mic on the table to give her viewers something extra to enjoy while she casually ate her donuts and chatted with chat. She could just cram these donuts down her gullet with everything else, but she knew that she’d get better engagement and more dono’s if let her audience relax and unwind from time to time. Also, these donuts were bomb and she wanted to enjoy them. A girl’s gotta have her priorities, right?

It took about twenty minutes, but Cass finally sent the last hunk of chocolate cream-filled goodness into her packed tum. She belched and patted her gut, which was now seriously straining the last couple of buttons on her shirt. “God, I’m stuffed. What do you guys think? Should I push myself or is it time for a reset?” She eyed chat, though she already knew the answer. “Seriously, what did my poor shirt ever do for you people to want to rip it apart so much? Fine, fine! I’ll destroy my poor buttons, then reset! Geez, you people are relentless!”

Cass searched around the table, feeling slow and sluggish from her overstuffed gut, then settled on one of the slabs of thick steak she’d thawed out. She tore it open, not wanting to wait a single second, and held it up for the stream to see. “See this big boy? I’m gonna put this all inside my belly at once. Think that’ll do my buttons in?... Cook it? You must be new here. Cooking meat ruins it! You humans and your cooking, seriously. It’s so much tastier raw! For me, anyway. I don’t get sick from eating things raw. One of the many perks of being a lamia~. Plus, you humans like meat ‘rare’ anyways! That’s just meat that’s been heated up! It’s basically the same thing, right? So I’m just gonna do me and eat meat how I want to. If you don’t like it, you can go find another lamia feeding stream. Let me know when you find one, though. I’d love to watch too~.”

The somehow still starving lamia raised the fat, juicy steak above her head and teased the bottom of it with her tongue. That freaking FLAVOR! It was to die for! Cass couldn’t wait anymore! Bon appétit~!

Cass rolled up the steak as best she could and slid it into her mouth. The juices flooded her senses and made her feel drunk with desire. Before she knew it, the steak was sinking past her fangs and down her throat, already leaving her mouth feeling lonely.

She traced the progress of the steak down her neck with her fingers, following the bulge in her throat down to her collarbone, then trailing a claw down her chest as it went even lower. She could feel her lungs and ribs pushing apart slightly to accommodate the thick slab of meat, then-

*PINGPING!*

The bottom two buttons on Cass’ shirt flew across the table as her stomach blew outward from the steak pushing in. Cass moaned and laughed wildly as she clutched her heavy gut. “Oh FUCK, that was amazing! God, I feel so freaking tight and heavy right now! Uugh, I don’t think I can fit anymore, guys…”

The chat was full of sad faces and encouragement to do more, but truthfully, Cass wasn’t hamming it up this time - she really couldn’t fit much more than this. She was already well past how much an average human could fit in her gut thanks to being a lamia, but even snakes had their limits… well, snake girls, anyways.

“No, seriously, I definitely need to reset now, guys,” Cass insisted. She hefted her gut up closer to the mic, then took a deep breath. “Alright, this next part's gonna be kinda intense, so if you’re kinda squeamish about sounds, you might wanna mute the stream for a little bit.”

Cass slipped out of her blazer and tossed it to the other side of the room behind the camera. Then she placed one hand on her bare upper belly and one on her lower belly, right above the line where scales met skin. She began to rub her lower belly, sighing heavily from how good it felt. Her muscles, which had been tense and tight from being overstressed, began to relax. Then, once they’d relaxed enough, Cass started to press down on her upper belly. Hard.

The results were immediate. The giant lump that was Cass’ belly began to shift down her body, causing a loud round of gurgles and rumbling as her human stomach abandoned its precious cargo. The lump of food pushed out the scales on her lower body before vanishing into the large reserve of space that was Cass’ tail. Now that all that food and water was down there, Cass could barely even feel it anymore - and she was just as hungry as she’d been before starting the stream.

“Alright! Now that the tank is empty again…” Cass looked into the camera and licked her lips, her thin tongue flicking around as easily as a snake’s might. “...What should I start round two with? Wrong answers only~.”

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“Ugh… huff… oh fuck… I’m so heavy… uuugh…”

Cass belched wetly into her hand. She was nearing the end of her feeding, which had occupied the last five hours. This was the biggest reason she’d become so popular and made so much from doing these streams - her streams lasted for hours and she filled up her human gut over and over and over again. There were also a select few extra-horny fools who wanted her to show off how swollen and heavy her snake body got as it filled with food, but she didn’t do that on-stream. Instead, she charged them extra for exclusive pics after the stream. Cass knew what she was worth after all~.

Still, even the snake-half of a snake lady had its limits. It was getting hard to move now from the massive slurry of food and drink that Cass had flooded her body with. Her snake half had gotten increasingly harder to lug around as it ballooned out with food and was now in that stage where it was getting hard to move at all. She was starting to digest as well, so she was getting extra sleepy. Still, she had one more thing to do…

“A-Alright, guys, this’ll be *HIC* the last of today’s stream… It’s gonna be tough, but… it’s my policy to never leave leftovers, so… heh…”

Cass sluggishly reached across her table and dragged the final piece of food left over to her - the turkey. Despite how inordinately full and bloated Cass was, and the fact that she still had a small pooch in her human belly since she couldn’t easily shove all of the last round into her snake half without crying out in pleasure and becoming immobile, the exhausted blonde still intended to finish her meal. And, being a lamia, that meant…

No longer caring about keeping her belly next to the mic, Cass leaned down and put her mouth on the end of the turkey. She used her fangs to work her jaw wider and wider, not even noticing when her jaw popped out of place. Cass didn’t get to open her mouth this wide very often since she never ate live prey, so it was a thrilling experience to see just how much her mouth could stretch when needed.

Once enough of the turkey was solidly lodged in her jaw, Cass took a heavy, shuddering breath, and, while supporting the turkey with both hands, lifted her head up. Gravity inched the turkey down into Cass’ throat, which gradually widened to accept the massive poultry feast. The choker around Cass’ throat, which had just barely survived the leg of ham, was now being truly tested - oh, never mind. As Cass gave the turkey a heavy push, the bird shifted down a good bit and instantly ripped the choker off of Cass’ neck. Well, that was the reason why Cass bought cheap chokers. Speaking of which, she was running low. She’d need to put in her yearly order for more soon…

The whole turkey slowly inched its way down Cass’ throat. Her neck muscles were doing their damndest, pushing and pulling the turkey into her gut the best that it could. Cass could finally close her mouth around the last bit of leg but had to keep looking up until the bone finally rounded the back of her throat.

Cass leaned on the table and grunted as the turkey forced her ribs and lungs far out of their normal spots. Finally - FINALLY - the mass of meat began to drop into her gut. The last of the leg passed Cass’ lungs and she let out a stale, haggard breath. She panted and clutched her gut, which was now filling rapidly with the turkey’s body. “Oh… oh fuck… that was… so… much… fuuuuck…”

As expected, her chat was moving almost too quickly for Cass to see and she’d gotten a solid chunk of donations while she’d been swallowing. She’d also started to get a few dm’s, meaning that her regulars were starting to ask about private videos. She moaned plaintively as the hefty bird finished cramming itself into her human gut, sharply jutting out from her otherwise slim torso. She rubbed her poor belly, which was sore from being stretched and emptied so many times.

“O-Ok, guys, I’m… done for the day. Finally managed to… fill up both of my greedy guts, heh… heh… ha… hoo… ooooh, fuck… s-see everyone next week… same time… same place…”

With more effort than it should’ve taken, Cass stretched her glutted body over and managed to turn off her stream. She groaned and went back to her table, flopping her entire human half onto it and letting her lower body lay limp on the floor. This might’ve been one of her biggest meals ever… At least, she was pretty sure she’d never been so full that she couldn’t push her last round into her snake belly after she finished streaming and filming commissions… She really might’ve overdone it with that whole turkey… oooh, her poor body…

Ok, Cass, c’mon - you can’t pass out yet! She heaved herself up and forced herself to check what her regulars were asking of this time. The faster she got this over with, the sooner she could drag her bad, glutted self to bed and have some fun with herself before she conked out for the next day or two. It was really looking like two days at this point, heh…

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Posting this fic has me honestly a bit spooked since I've always done human (or, well, human-shaped) stuff before, but... I know I'm not the only one who loves a bit of lamia tum, right? Right???

Regardless of if Cass turns out to be popular or not, this certainly won't be the last modern monster girl fic I do! I'll just use the popularity and comments on this fic and maybe a couple of others in the future to gauge how inhuman I can/should go.