{Delicious In Dungeon} For The "Greater Good" (Vore; M/M; Digestion Implied)

{Delicious in Dungeon} For the "Greater Good" (Vore; M/M; Digestion Implied)

The dark-skinned young man tossed his head back giving his lively meal the final push necessary to completely claim his meal. Sighing, Kabru relaxed his body and traced his prey's descent with his finger. "Gah... shit... sorry, Laios, but this is for your own good..." Beads of sweat drench his body

He truly held nothing against the Touden sibling, not even his weird fascination with monsters. That being said, considering how much further into the dungeon he had gotten, with his goal of finding the Lunatic Magician, Kabru deemed him too much a threat to leave to his own devices. Laios' screams of protest grew weaker as the Tallman sank deeper into Kabru's core.

"Sorry... I know how much you wanted to save your sister."

Kabru's belly stretched to its absolute apex to make room for its current occupant. He was so preoccupied on disposing of Laios he had neglected to think about gravity weighing down on his engorged abdomen. Because of how tight his confinement was, the blonde-haired man was forced into a fetal position. All he could hear were the wet squelches the walls made when they kneaded against his form and the internal beating of Kabru's heart.

BWWWWAAAARPPP

A thunderous belch spewed from Kabru's moist mouth which nearly caused him to lose balance. Lose strands of Laios' hair splattered on the hard ground in a pool of spit. His belly swayed back and forth as he tried to reclaim balance but his right hand found purchase against a wall. The curves and dents of Laios' muscular build were visible underneath the surface. "Stop... stop moving so much, Laios..."

Kabru stifled another belch with the back of his hand. Laios' face was visible, but because of the thick cartilage and skin, his protests only came out as muffled grunts. The dark-skinned boy bit his lower lip. Laios' thrusts sent a pleasurable jerk up the 22-year-old's spine. Was that exactly how Laios felt every time he ate a monster?

"Mmm.... there's no escape, Laios... heh, oh god... squirm all you like."

Groooooan.... chuuuuuurrrrrnnnnnn....

The younger leader of his own party picked his teeth with Kabru's sword relishing in how much fight his "friend" was putting into the fight. Kabru sucked in his breath as he clenched his rubbery walls around Laios' form to prolong his struggling for as long as he can. His prisoner grunted in anguish as digestive juices spilled into the fleshy chamber. His yells became drowned out from the ambience of Kabru's stomach.

"You really awoken the beast, haven't you?"

A Demon's Meal (M/M, Digestion, WG)

“You were able to escort Yaeka without much issue?” Kei Sugihara asked. He was in the kitchen making tea for the Sakuragi clan as usual. They were an infamous Yakuza-based group that made the surrounding area their turf. The righthand man of this organization was simply known as the “Demon of Sakuragi.” Real name Toru Kirishima, he was the most feared individual in the criminal underground.

Like his namesake, he was a mad dog who gnawed at its leash with bated breath anticipating the event of being unleashed and ripping hapless saps to shreds. With no mercy and zero remorse for all the limbs he broke and crime syndicates he demolished; Toru always craved violence it being the sole reason he joined the gang. He was a monster in human’s skin. His thirst for carnage could never be satiated.

That was until he was saddled with the most difficult of tasks by the boss: becoming the guardian of his precious daughter. With that, the Demon of Sakuragi was strapped in inescapable, unbreakable chains and sealed away behind a mental wall. Defanged and his claws furled, there was the seeming end of the dreaded righthand man of the Sakuragi clan.

Toru sat on the couch his arms perched on the back. His foot was propped on the glass table in front of the couch. Every now and then, he brushed his messy short, blue hair and fidgeted with his glasses. He nodded to the blonde man. “Yes, I have. Hope the little lady has a great time at school.”

Kei smiled. He had almost forgotten how long he had known the ex-demon. When he first met the future righthand man of the Yakuza group, Kei was a small-time thief who made the unfortunate decision to rob an old woman’s antique store which happened to be on their turf. Ever since then, he became a contributing member of the Sakuragi clan even if it meant he would mostly brew tea.

While Toru was relaxing on the couch, he felt a slight discomfort. It was a recognizable pang that anyone who was ever alive understood very well. He rubbed his flat stomach feeling the organ undergoing the process of eating itself. That’s right: he had taken the little lady to school and left without getting a bite to eat. Maybe it had to do with some suspicions of rival gangs moving in or something else entirely, but he had neglected the most basic of self-care by depriving his body of needed nourishment.

“Hey, Kei, we got something to eat in this joint?”

“Ms. Kurosaki said something about heading out to gather ingredients for her restaurant.” He placed the tea on the boiler before continuing to speak in his matter-of-fact tone. “ Yaeka did have some left over Ohagi from the time she had her friends over.”

Toru pondered on it. His glasses obscured his contemplative eyes. Sure, he could help himself to some of those sweet rice balls, but what were they really? Just simple starches and carbohydrates. Even eating about three would not be enough to hold him over. Yaeka’s aunt would not be back for a good while; he’d be reduced to just skin and bones by then.

The hunger pangs rattled his walls with growing impatience. There was also the possibility of ordering takeout as well, but even then, it was presented with the same issues that depending on Kurosaki demonstrated. Toru got up from his seat and shook his head. He had no other choice.

Kei was humming to himself watching the tea boil for a few minutes. Little would he know but after this, his services would no longer be needed. This was actually not the first time Toru debated eating him. After all, he was surprised that no other member of the Sakuragi clan – or any rival gangs for that matter – never jumped the gun and sent this long-haired pretty boy down their gullet.

He was a perfect meal: not too muscle-bound, but he was still lean with his fair skin and gentle nature. Kei was by no means a pushover; whenever Toru was babysitting the Boss’s daughter, he would fill the role of providing the “conversation skills” that made him a high-ranking Yakuza member of his own right. But he was also someone that was weaker-willed and often the victim of the brunt of Toru’s subdued ire.

While he took some of the cups for the tea, he felt a tightening sensation around his wrist. In his carelessness, Toru had grabbed his hand. He gulped and slowly, his eyes locked with the Demon. “What are you?”

This was the Demon of Sakuragi that he knew and dreaded. His wrist wriggled and writhed underneath the grip of the seasoned gentleman. He could feel the bones in his hand cracking from the pressure. But his eyes. Good god, his eyes. The Demon’s eyes glazed over from the severe hunger fuming in his stomach. Kei was unable to steady his rapid heartbeat. The hair on his arms and legs stood on end. His fear was bubbling to the surface. He wanted to scream, but he did not want to risk angering the blue-haired man.

“The Ohagi sounds great, but I’m afraid I have to decline.” He licked his chops with a string of drool pooling from the underside of his tongue. “In fact, I have something else in mind.”

Kei yelped. It was admittedly cute watching him struggle against his higher-up. In any other instance, Toru would be irritated with him and do something to give him some minor harm. But instead, he smiled. Instead of a comfortable one, he grinned like a hyena to reveal his sharp canines. Kei buckled his knees together. There were two people that he ever feared: the Boss and Toru.

The Demon of Sakuragi was in his prime again. His partner’s fear was so thick, he could slice it with a knife. Sweat poured from his pores which only provided seasoning for his delectable meat. “I-I know a good place that makes some good okonomiyaki! If you let me go, I could...”

Toru licked his cheek without provocation. Squeamish, Kei moaned in surprise. The salt dissolved on the tip of Toru’s invasive muscular organ. The rich flavor supplied the Demon with renewed energy much like drinking coffee to recharge your body. Wide and awake, Toru tried to relish the taste of sweat for as long as he could. Drool streamed down around the corners of his mouth.

As a shark is drawn to blood in the water, Toru craved the blonde boy’s tantalizing flesh. “Thank you for the meal.”

“K-Kirishima!!”

There was no getting around it: Toru had forfeited his humanity all for the sake of his hunger. The demon within had escaped its binding leaving the human side to rot away in the mental prison. In his madness, Toru slammed the cups on the ground and pitched Kei at the wall. Kei was not even granted a second to catch his breath. He looked up to bear witness to a terrifying sight. His grip becoming increasingly tighter, Toru lowered his head until his hot breath wafted over Kei’s face.

Kirishima’s lips pressed against Kei’s stopping short of having his tongue assault the inside of his mouth. Kei’s heart fluttered at the uncertainty of what he should be feeling. It should be fear, but seeing Toru stare at him with such intensity flushed his cheeks red.

Instead of bright, colorful surroundings of the outside world, Kei was instead thrust into the cramped, inconceivable darkness of Toru’s mouth. The Demon’s taste buds danced around with intoxication at the overabundance of the salty taste of Kei’s flesh pressing on his tongue. It reminded him of tangy pork buns the thought only making him more famished.

Voracious swallows drew Kei’s head down the entrance of Toru’s gullet. Kei tried to breathe but he was being crushed by the tight throat. His face crammed into the rippling walls stretching out the tight skin of Toru’s throat. Echoes of his scream melted through Toru’s neck in ambiguous mumblings until he burst through the sphincter of Toru’s stomach.

Toru massaged his prey’s back and adjusted his jaws around Kei’s shoulders. The Demon of Sakuragi’s hips bucked and ground against the front of Kei’s pants. He never anticipated that Kei would be so fucking good it made him horny. His crotched thrusts against Kei’s uncaring that the blonde man’s back was arching like a terrified cat’s. He was not just the man who would do the devouring; Toru wanted to tease his meal first for as long as he could. Toru pressed deeper into Kei’s front and beat harder.

Kei moaned in a mixture of humiliation, but the butterflies in his stomach filled his mind with thousands of thoughts. Toru dug into the back of Kei’s shirt and tore the fabric apart. Kei winced at feeling the tug happening in his pants. He hated himself for being so enticed by what Toru was doing, but he had to admit it: he was becoming aroused by Toru’s aggression. He should be disgusted, but his throbbing member entered its erect state and groaned for release from Toru’s incessant assaults.

Toru was now halfway down his waist. He lapped his tongue on Kei’s pecs denoting the small hints of muscle to his frame. He was a skinny man, but his abdominal muscles could be felt underneath his skin. He lathered the blonde Yakuza man’s bellybutton drawing out Kei’s suffering.

Toru’s buttons ripped from their seams and fell to the ground to allow more room for the large meal. With Kei being around the same size as Kirishima, he would obviously make for a large bulge. Toru balanced his increasing globe on the kitchen stove the slight movement catching Kei off guard. His belly shuffled around with pronounced dents and bulges.

When Toru crammed the young man’s pelvis into his salivating maw, Kei’s legs kicked on instinct and actually managed to hit Toru for a split-second. Toru used his left-hand and pushed the seat of Kei’s pants not wanting to put his meal on pause.

ULP

Kei was completely locked away inside of Toru’s stomach. Forced into a curled position, Kei’s heart beat faster. The rippling walls began pumping and secreting gastric juices. It all should be horrific, but Kei’s dick only became harder because of the sudden tightening pressing into him. He could feel the juices absorbing into his skin and pooling at his feet, but he couldn't help but feel like some carnal sin was awakening within him.

His hips bucked and stretched a dent at the top of Toru’s belly. Toru smirked in amusement. “You seriously gonna jack it while you are being digested by my stomach?”

“Shut up.”

Laughing, Toru plopped his butt on the couch and rolled to his side. Sensing something in his teeth, he picked at it with the nail of his pinky finger and pried a long strand of blonde hair from his teeth. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

His stomach sizzled and boiled to life overtaking the young man. He was having the time of his life. He hated himself for being such a pig, but he was over cloud nine. Or it could be that the corrosive acid is scrambling his brain. Whatever the case, he finally reached his breaking point and came. His breath staggered, and all he could do at that point was close his eyes and let the acid take him in its digestive embrace.

Toru pushed the palm of his left hand into the paunch to check if Kei was still there. Instead, he could feel specks of bones and dissolving meat churning. He pulled his arm away. Whenever you have a big meal like that, the best thing to do is sleep it off. He stretched his arms until they popped and yawned.

“At least you were good for something.”

Toru licked his chops delighted that traces of Kei’s taste still lingered on his lips.

*****************************

“Bye, Yaeka !”

Sarah and Kaeda bid Yaeka farewell and went their separate ways once school ended for the day. She had drawn a picture for her father and was hopeful that he’d enjoy it. After all, she put a lot of work into drawing and coloring it. Her eyes scanned the schoolground for her babysitter.

With luck, she did find him, but something about him felt...off. His shirt barely held the avalanche of his midriff at bay. His arms and legs were plump with fat making his movement lag. The bottom of his paunch muffin-topped above his pants. The seams of his outfit stuck to his body like glue accentuating the curves thanks to Kei padding him up. Each walk made his fattened form jiggle.

“Hey, little lady.”

Yaeka looked at her guardian for a few seconds. Millions, or even billions of thoughts and questions unsettled the young girl. “Are you okay?”

Toru gave a fake laugh and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his plump arm. The fat weighed down from his arms like sandbags. “ Of course, I am. Shall we go?”

He held out his hand to the young girl. She could not help but notice his fingers have gone from being thin to the size and plumpness of sausages. Regardless, she took her babysitter’s hand and looked away. Toru sighed in relief. Good, she wasn’t probing for further answers. If he could take control of the situation until they returned to the Sakuragi residence, he would be home fre -!

“Hey, guys!”

Oh, god . He knew that flamboyant voice quite well. It was his flamboyant friend from school, Rei Hojo. He could easily pick out that blonde-haired young man with the ponytail and painted fingernails from a haystack. He needed to get away with Yaeka before he notices.

Rei’s eyes widened in amazement. “Oh, wow, what happened to you, Kirishima?”

Before he could tell a convincing lie, the gay man descended on him and copped a feel of his butt. Toru’s pants were stuck against the blue-haired man’s skin making them incapable of being removed. Toru’s cheeks had quadrupled in size with his bulbous assets slightly spilling out of the back.

Toru blushed. “Please, don’t do that in public.”

Rei giggled. “But you’re so soft and plushy like a teddy bear! ~ ”

Toru groaned. He was not going to live down this ridicule, was he?

"Oooh.. Ooh fuuuck yeees! Keep going.. You have no idea ba- -BROOOOUUUURP- How much I LOVE the feeling of you fucking me.. And your friends were just so.. Oh fuck! They all tasted so good- AH~ Oooh fuuuck yeah keep going babe.."

Marcille: Laios, have you seen Senshi? Normally he'd be making dinner at this hour.

Laios: (Still has the dwarf's stout legs in his mouth) Hm- mmmffff... ulp... (pants) Hadn't seen him.

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

Mage Sandwich (AG/Female; Digestion)

“Hm... how can I get her acceptance?” The Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark hovered two feet off the ground as she pondered to herself on what her next course of action should be regarding her “practice partner.” She knew that she came off as too strong, but she could not determine what exactly she did wrong. It did not help matters that Damalynas was becoming increasingly distant from her and continued to fight back within the Djinn’s psyche world. In all her immortal life, she had never faced such a conundrum.

“Hiya? Is something wrong?”

Hiya tilted her head to look at the tall, dark-skinned woman. That’s right: she was in the middle of helping her cultivate a vegetable field. “Lady Blossom. I apologize for the inattention...” The orange-haired woman floated over to a row of corn and deposited some of her magic over it. She watched Blossom as she directed her Psychobear partner with tearing up the soil with its massive claws. “Lady Blossom... may I inquire you for a moment?”

Blossom wiped some sweat off her brow as she put her hoe down. “Sure thing. What’s up?”

The Djinn thought her words over for a few seconds before speaking. “You must really love Sybe .”

“Of course, he’s a great help,” Blossom said. She stroked the monster bear’s head and received a low grunt from her teammate.

“Then I take it you have the same relationship with Sybe as the Exalted One has with Lady Rys.”

The brown-haired girl did not say anything at first, uncertain what she was implying. However, once the thought crossed her mind, Blossom wrinkled her nose in disgust. “ Ew , no, no. What the hell, Hiya?”

Hiya frowned having already anticipated the reaction. “You aren’t mating with Sybe ?”

“No, that is gross, Hiya.” Blossom shook her head to clear it of any zoophilic thoughts. “Why are you wanting to know something like that?”

“ It’s just... well... Damalynas has been especially resistant for a while.”

The brunette’s eyes widened. “That mage that escaped around the same time you were freed from your imprisonment? Why... do you want to mate with her?”

Hiya opened her eyes for a brief second to look at her teammate. “I am one who commands the origin of light and dark. I transcend sexual dimorphism.” The Djinn sat in midair, her legs criss crossed. “That being said, ever since seeing the Exalted One and Lady Rys at their most intimate, I became fascinated with sex.”

Blossom opened her mouth to say something before slamming it shut. “Wait... you’ve been spying on Flio and Rys!?”

Hiya continued unperturbed. “I had tried different things to get Damalynas’ acceptance. I researched into it considerably . For instance, I learned about how beads could be stimulating if they were inserted -”

“Okay, I think I get the problem now,” Blossom interjected, “do you really love Damalynas?”

The one who mastered all of Klyrode’s magic did have a type despite never feeling the necessity of intimacy. All those who summoned Hiya for three wishes had one thing in common: their excessive greed knew no bounds much like that one poor shmuck who unwittingly sacrificed half of his kingdom to defeat the Dark One years ago. Damalynas was especially enticing. A mage that forsakes her own humanity in the name of power was the most wicked of souls who deserved nothing less than existing within Hiya’s psych world.

“Yes, she is the one I want to mate with,” Hiya stated bluntly.

Blossom retrieved her farming tool and resumed working. “Never imagined someone asking me for dating advice.” ‘Tis was true... while the tan-skinned woman was tall and muscular, that proved to be off-putting to some potential suitors.

“So, what should I do?”

Blossom scratched her head. “Oh... um... guess you can try making her closer to you.”

Hiya’s golden eyes glowed in contemplation. “But how?”

“I don’t know. I guess eat her a second time since you did so with her soul?”

The Djinn’s eyes perked up. “Yes... that sounds like a great idea. Thank you, Lady Blossom.”

Before the farmer girl could reply, Hiya flew away from the field and entered the house. Blossom shrugged to herself and gave a confused glare at Sybe .

*****

The Grand Magus of Midnight, Damalynas, sat in the inky void of the Inner World with boredom spread from ear to ear. Once the greatest mage of the kingdom whose soul was imprisoned within a pedestal stashed away in the treasure room, Damalynas was now the prisoner to the whims of the Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark. She gnashed her teeth in fury and slammed her fist against the inky darkness. How could this happen? She didn’t even get to enjoy exacting her revenge on the princess and all others . Worse, her captor started to become persistent on making her into her plaything.

“Oh, so you’re back, aren’t you?”

Hiya floated down from the shapeless sky smiling at her “lover.” Damalynas mentally prepared herself for whatever scheme the demon had in store for her. Hiya chuckled lightly in amusement, opening her eyes to observe her prisoner. “I can see that you’re as feisty as ever, Damalynas.”

Damalynas rolled her eyes. “So, what is it now? Will you try having your way with me again? I can assure you I can just toss you out if you go that far again.”

Hiya giggled again. “Of all the people I have encountered in my endless life who have sought me out to satiate their greedy desires, you are the worst of them.”

She hovered closer to the mage, her lips twisting into a mischievous grin. Damalynas tried to back away, but she could feel Hiya nonchalantly holding her in place. Hiya stroked her cheek and, without warning, the orange-haired woman leaned in and sniffed her luscious dark hair. “ Mmm ... you smell wonderful as always.” Before Damalynas could protest, Hiya’s hand slid down her back. “If I am being honest... you look delicious .”

“De-De- licious !?” Damalynas stammered. The Djinn stared intently at the mage eyeing her over like a slab of meat. It sent a shiver up the woman’s spine as she felt hot breath wafting on the side of her neck. Everything about her prisoner was delectable; her thick legs. Her ample buxom. Those wide hips of hers. Hiya sensed the Grand Mage’s heart beating against her ribs.

“Yes... Damalynas... I intend on eating you.” Hiya gave a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but it nevertheless filled the darker-skinned woman with dread. “It was Lady Blossom’s idea to help us better our bond.”

Damalynas shook her head fervently. “That is insane even for you!”

Hiya ignored her captive’s complaints instead using her powers to lift Damalynas into the air. The mage flailed about trying to use her own powers to cancel out the Djinn’s, but Hiya proved to have the greater will. “Hm... how should I enjoy you...?”

“No, no, wait! Please!! I- I'll mate with you... anything but getting eaten again!!”

Hiya pondered over her decisions for whatever reason she remembered going to a restaurant with the Exalted One and the others. Her golden peepers lit up in excitement. “I know.”

With her training partner still suspended in the air, Hiya snaps her fingers and forms two pieces of bread. “H-Hiya... you can’t be serious!!”

Damalynas found herself plummeting on the soft, cushy “bed” of the lower half of bread once more attempting to struggle against her imprisoner. However, every time she flailed, her limbs weighed down like rocks. Hiya hovered over Damalynas and cupped her face in her hands. “I know this is scary, but I promise it will be good for us and our practice.”

Hiya’s pink tongue rolled out of her mouth and licked Damalynas’ right cheek. “Your skin tastes exquisite.” With another snap of her fingers, meat began falling from the sky. Salami, pepperoni, ham... they fell on the mage despite her protests. Hiya gently spread the meat evenly humming to herself while she continued conjuring different ingredients.

“Stop it, this feels disgusting...” Damalynas’ struggling diminished once she realized that she had no chance. “ I’m not food.”

Hiya dispensed lettuce and tomatoes on Damalynas’ body next. “You are looking awfully tasty, Damalynas!”

Damalynas, off put by the morbid comments, tried to say something, but she suddenly found her face getting covered by a large piece of sliced cheese. Much like getting under the bed sheets, Hiya layered her lover in blankets of parmesan cheese. The sticky drizzle of condiments brought goosebumps to Damalynas’ skin as Hiya drizzled mayonnaise all over her. The mage’s screams became muffled under the layers of cheese pressing against her face. It pooled between her breasts and puddled around her hips. The wet squelches droned in her ears making her nauseous.

Hiya further startled her by scraping some mayonnaise on Damalynas’ crotch and brought it to her face. The Djinn first lightly sampled it before popping her finger inside and sucking on it. She moaned and shivered in excitement. “Very delicious...”

“ Mff ! Mf !!!”

The Djinn clapped her hands together pleased with her work of art... even though Damalynas was clearly not a fan. “Well, I suppose it’s time to eat. Thank you for the meal.”

Hiya snapped her fingers casting the upper bread half over Damalynas. She twirled the mage sandwich around and hoisted it into the air. Clasping her hands firmly on her behemoth of a meal, Hiya’s lower jaw cracked and unhinged like a snake. The Djinn’s eyes perked up the moment she took her first nibble. Damalynas’ flavor became more pronounced tasting like cured beef. She chewed again, pulling Damalynas’ feet inside her wet maw.

The Djinn crammed more of her mage sandwich into her piehole and leaned forward on her tip toes as she grabbed the rest of her meal. She adjusted her jaws to get a better hold and began inhaling faster than she could chew. The rings around Hiya’s neck expanded as her throat swelled to make more room for its haul. Somehow, Damalynas managed to wriggle the parmesan on her face off and looked down. Her eyes grew as large as saucers seeing the morbid sight of Hiya inching her way towards her. She was sandwiched between her upper and lower jaws keeping her from even the slightest of movements.

“Stop, please! I’ll be good, I -!”

Damalynas felt her hips get dragged in slowly. When Hiya took another bite of her delicious mage sandwich, mayonnaise splattered on Hiya’s face. The Djinn giggled to herself. Was her Damalynas finally reciprocating her love with that facial. She took her time savoring the assorted meat and how it made Damalynas more exquisite. Her cheeks bloated to the size of a squirrel stowing away acorns for the winter. In two gulps, the orange-haired Djinn advanced towards Damalynas’ chest.

The large sandwich entered Hiya’s spiritual stomach and was quickly ballooning her abdomen and ruffling her garment. Leaning over her wobbly, round ball, Hiya wrapped her lips around the end of the submarine. Damalynas tried to move her head far away from her “lover” to no avail. Never in her former life was she ever made completely terrified, but the sight of staring into the infinite void of Hiya’s gullet brought despair to the Grand Mage.

“Please, I don’t wanna be eaten! Anything but this! Anything but this!!”

The Djinn’s lips clamped shut sealing the hysterical woman inside. The incessant wailing of the former human echoed through the orange- head's cheeks as she rolled her tongue Damalynas’ face to hold onto what little flavor remained. The strong muscles contracted on Damalynas pushing her deeper into the darkness. Hiya tapped her gloved finger on the misshaped bulge. With her meal well and earned, Hiya groped her huge belly, drool rolling off her cheek. “ Mmm ... so good.”

Damalynas was finally permitted to move, but even with that newfound privilege, she was wedged between meat, vegetables, cheese... Each thrash and buck the Grand Magnus of Midnight only further amused her tormentor. “You are really excited about becoming one with me I can tell.”

Hiya popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking up the slight traces of condiments. She went to say something only to be on the receiving end of a sucker punch. Damalynas was a feisty one, but that was something that the Djinn always loved about her. Hiya responded by clutching her gut harder and groping the curves and dents Damalynas made.

“Your beautiful body... your breasts... all of it will be mine.”

Without a care for how uncomfortable she was making Damalynas, Hiya groped her boobs from the outside as they bulged beneath. “HYAHHH!!! That hurts!!”

Hiya opened one eye faintly. “You have such an adorable squeal...”

*****

On the outside world, Hiya’s body sat in the kitchen completely immobile. During that time Balirossa was teaching Fenrys how to make a cake. As she explained the process making the baked good lighter, a meaty belch bellowed from Hiya’s mouth. The two women wrinkled their nose in disgust.

“Manners, Ms. Hiya,” Balriossa groaned.

*****

Hiya rubbed her mound of flesh pushing her girth inward and releasing it to watch her pudge jiggle like gelatin. “There... now was that so bad, Damalynas?”

The Djinn rubbed her hips which Damalynas gracefully rounded out with padding. “But I am most certainly not satisfied just yet.”

Snapping her fingers together, Damalynas rematerialized her body freed from any of the residue she was brewed in. “I... I’m alive... oh, thank goodness.”

Her newfound gratitude diminished once she saw Hiya give her a mischievous smile. “That was an interesting experience, was it not?”

“You’re crazy...” Damalynas backed away. “When I get out of here, you will be sorry you ever messed with me.”

Hiya tilted her head. “I see... you still refuse to be mine. I just have to try harder.”

A bowl erupted from the ground and scooped Damalynas inside. “What the! What are you doing!?”

Damalynas looked up to see noodles rain down from the sky. Before she could even understand what was happening, she was buried in an avalanche of slimy, stringy noodles. Her arms and legs became entangled restricting her movement. Hiya floated over and drew a pair of chopsticks from midair. “ I’m sure you’ll taste even better the second time.”

“No! No, wait! Not again!!”

Hiya giggled and picked Damalynas’ head with the chopsticks and opened her mouth.