EagerPhobia

Elizabeth (Part 2)

(Hey there! This is part 2, and uh... Well, wha

Elizabeth

(Here's a sneaky peak at the newest story I've been cooking up! It's looking to be a big one, lol. I had hoped to get it out in time for P3R's release, but life and a lack of motivation got in the way. I seem to be back on the horse now though, so enjoy this little look at what will be my first of many non-P5 Persona stories!)

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Makoto Yuki stood outside the entrance to the Velvet Room with his hands in his pockets. The blue glow from the room only he and one other could enter shined brightly on the surrounding walls, though only he could see the reflections, of course. To anyone else, this tucked-away little corridor in the Paulownia Mall didn’t seem to serve much purpose, only containing a plant, bench, and a vending machine.

To Yuki, it was one of the most important locations in the entire world.

Whatever this power was that he’d been given–the power of Persona, of the Wildcard–it had originated here one way or another. He could feel it. The Velvet Room was where he birthed new Personas via fusion, where he registered the ones he currently held inside for later use in the compendium… And it was also where a certain white-haired, yellow-eyed weirdo tended to spend her days.

Yeah, today was a day off. No school, no Tartarus. Just a regular, boring old day. The Dark Hour would still occur–as usual–but there wouldn’t be much that the members of SEES could do about that, given that the next layer of Tartarus hadn’t opened up yet. So instead of training as Akihiko would’ve liked, or hanging out at the arcade with Junpei, Yuki decided to be proactive and attend to another important matter. One only he could attend to.

You see, the aforementioned weirdo was a bit of a shut-in. Not her fault–she was practically chained to Igor at the hip before Yuki came along. But now that he had, and Elizabeth’s presence had finally been given purpose, Igor had instructed Yuki to take Elizabeth on outings every now and again. It wasn’t too much of an ask, Yuki supposed, but with how busy his schedule tended to be, he hadn’t had very many opportunities to take Elizabeth out of that stuffy old elevator room. So, really, today was kind of a perfect opportunity.

Not like it was a date or anything either, no. Elizabeth tended to reward Yuki every time they returned from one of these outings, either with a discounted price on summoning registered Personas, or by giving him new fusion recipes. So, really, it was kind of a win-win. He got to spend the day with a cute–if a bit verbosely ignorant–girl, and he got rewarded for it in return. What was there not to like?

Well…

Anyway, Yuki sighed, putting the thoughts of all the potential embarrassing things Elizabeth could drag him into today out of his mind. He stepped forward, turning the knob and entering the Velvet Room.

He blinked, and suddenly he was there. Blue carpet beneath his feet, a giant, ticking clock sitting on a wall that constantly seemed to be passing by floor after floor, as the elevator-like room continued its neverending ascent to who-knows-where. And in the center of it all, the master of the Velvet Room himself.

Igor never seemed like the godly type. Yuki wasn’t even sure the big-nosed gentleman was divine–but then, what other explanation was there for a realm and a power such as the kind that Igor held dominion over? With his receding hairline, bugged eyes, dapper clothes, and–and this could not be understated–MASSIVE nose, Igor looked less like a god, and more like a character out of some forgotten old detective anime. Whatever he was, Igor was one of the kindest, most humble–and most cryptic–people that Yuki had ever met. Whatever he may have been, as long as he was on SEES’ side, Yuki supposed that was all that mattered.

Yuki’s eyes didn't linger on Igor for long. They drifted to his side, where Elizabeth stood as always. Always so proper, with the compendium clutched tightly at her chest, her little bellhop’s hat settled firmly atop her bob of snow-white hair. Her lips curled into a slight smile at the sight of Yuki–perhaps eagerly anticipating the potential outside visit that his stopping-in might lead to–and she dropped one hand to smooth out a section of her dress. The sleeveless, elegant thing hugged her body up top, with a series of large, golden buttons leading downwards from her chest, before opening up into a looser skirt towards the bottom. Beneath it she wore a set of stockings, and a pair of matching blue and black boots. Elizabeth was nothing if not eerily beautiful–in fine contrast to her rather… Homely master.

“Aah!” Igor exclaimed, just as always, his lips moving and teeth staying clenched. “Welcome to the Velvet Room!” Igor swept his long, spindly arm outward in a grand motion as the ever-present piano sonata that served as the room’s theme picked up from far off somewhere. Though not far enough to be unheard. Never that far.

“No fusion today. I’m here for her, Igor.” Yuki said with a nod towards Elizabeth, never taking his hands out of his pockets. It was a habit he’d picked up long ago. Couldn’t even remember when, truth be told.

“Ah, excellent. My assistant has been clamoring for another taste of the world of man ever since your last outing together.” Igor’s eternal grin seemed to pull a bit wider, somehow. “If there is nothing else, then I suggest the two of you be on your way. I wouldn’t dare make her wait.” Igor flattened his hand atop the table, where a set of tarot cards sat laid out, but otherwise untouched. The Personas held within could wait until another day.

“Yep, that’s all.” Yuki nodded, once to Igor, then again to Elizabeth. “C’mon, let’s get going.” Yuki was never one for many words. Some thought it made him come off as rude, others, intelligent. Some others thought him completely apathetic–like someone with the early stages of Apathy Syndrome. Yuki didn’t really mind what others thought of him, honestly. He knew who he was, and that was all that mattered. Forming bonds with others would only end up depressing him in the long run, so he’d tended to keep his distance in the past.

It wasn’t like Yuki didn’t enjoy spending time with his friends. Kenji was… An interesting person, to say the least. And his talks with Keisuke were always at least enlightening. Not to mention how fun it was hanging around the likes of Yuko and Maiko. Chihiro was cute as a button, and Bebe was always a joy to simply exist in the presence of. But… Yuki couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, forming lasting bonds with others would only end up coming back to bite him–one way or another. Or, perhaps he was afraid he'd hurt those he’d bonded with instead…

Still, with the power of Social Links, and the prodding–more like shoving–of a certain redheaded she-devil, that had begun to change ever so slightly. After all, despite what appearances and attitudes might lead some to believe, Makoto Yuki was anything but heartless. It was just… After the accident when he was young, he’d always had a hard time opening up. Maybe that was it. Maybe he just needed a bit of chipping away at the walls around his heart. Ugh, it annoyed him, how good she was at that…

“Oh, I thought you would never ask.~” Elizabeth chirped, slamming the compendium down upon Igor’s table and misplacing a few of the cards. She hurried up to Yuki’s side like an eager puppy, then waited for him to lead the way out of the room–she couldn’t exit on her own, after all. “That is a common expression, correct? It’s not as if I truly never expected you to ask, of course. I believe the compensation I provide is much too tempting for you to neglect our outings.”

Yuki puffed out a chuckle. “Mhm. That sure is something that people say.” She seemed rather excited today. Probably meant she had a plan for what she wanted out of this trip already, which was a departure from the norm for sure.

On one hand that was kind of a drag. Yuki had never liked being led around like a dog on a leash. But on the other, it meant that the chances for humiliating, cringe-inducing moments would be reduced somewhat, due to the random element being removed.

Maybe. Not one-hundred percent on that. You could never be one-hundred percent certain of anything with Elizabeth involved.

Whatever. They weren’t getting anywhere just standing around like this. Yuki took a look back at Elizabeth, only to find her happily bouncing on her heels. This girl really, really needed to get out more… If only Yuki didn’t have to be the poor sap stuck with the responsibility of actually taking her out. He sighed, then he twisted the knob once more, and stepped back out into reality.

• -

Elizabeth always seemed so puzzled by the escalators at Iwatodai Station. Each and every time he’d brought her here, she’d always found some new and exciting way to get the voice on the PA system to start griping at her in regard to her escalator escapades. Today, that involved trying to climb inside a cardboard box, with which she could then fling herself down the “Up” escalator, claiming that this would be a way she could finally “Overcome the machinations of man-made gravity.”

By using a cardboard box to surf down an escalator.

Yuki had been incorrect, apparently. The fact that Elizabeth had a plan for today didn’t mean things would be any less chaotic at all. If anything, he really should’ve expected that. Even if she’d made plans, Elizabeth was still a chaotically curious being at her core; why did he expect that orderly plans made by a disorderly creature would be any less tumultuous than her “Normal” activities?

Having finally given up on her escalator slip-n-slide–only after a security guard had come and physically removed the box from Elizabeth’s vicinity–Elizabeth stood down at the bottom of the stairs that lead away from Iwatodai Station’s train platform. How did she…? When did she manage to slip past Yuki without him noticing?

“Come on, slowpoke!” Elizabeth shouted out, waving for Yuki to come down and meet her. “That is another saying, yes?” She yelled that as well, of course.

Yuki sighed, then hurried his way down the stairs, his hands in his pockets the whole way down. He was tempted to put his earphones in–to hang by and wait until Elizabeth tired herself out a bit. But that meant he’d be less perceptive, and so he’d potentially miss Elizabeth trying to fish some lobster out of a tank or something, and that meant he’d be risking her getting the two of them into more trouble than she usually did. So, instead, he just kept his slender, vial-shaped MP3 player in his pocket, and joined Elizabeth at the bottom of the stairs.

“My apologies if my usage of ‘Slang’ is offensive, or inappropriate. I simply think it pertinent that I attempt to ‘Blend in’ when we are out and about together.” Yuki had to bite his cheek to keep his snide chuckle at the absurd suggestion that Elizabeth was even capable of “Blending in” from slipping out. “I have noticed quite a few people looking our way and keeping their gazes affixed, after all. I assume it must have something to do with my manner of speech.”

“Sure. I’m sure that’s what it is.” Yuki said, plainly, feeling the urge to roll his eyes, but killing it before his body could follow through on the signals from his brain. It never did much good to try and correct Elizabeth. Even if she understood the context behind the correction–which was a rare thing in itself, make no mistake–she’d often try to reconcile the issue in ways that were utterly alien.

Yuki very distinctly remembered one particular time in the past–when the two of them had gone to the movie theater in Paulownia Mall together. Elizabeth, being Elizabeth, decided to start yelling to Yuki during the movie–so that she could be heard over the loud audio of the playing film–not understanding proper etiquette was to wait until the movie was over to begin discussing it. Yuki, getting tired of the glares he was receiving from the disturbed moviegoers, tried his best to inform Elizabeth of the proper etiquette, saying that she was being too loud, and that she should quiet down before the two of them got kicked out of the theater.

Elizabeth, in response, began using sign language for the rest of the film. Despite Yuki not understanding a lick of sign language.

One person who had been in the audience during the film decided to sign something to Elizabeth after the movie, to which Elizabeth happily signed something back, and the moviegoer happily moved along and went about their day.

When Yuki questioned her about it later, Elizabeth claimed to have no knowledge of sign language at all.

“Indeed. And so, I shall see to it that my vernacular includes such common slang phrases as: ‘Homedog,’ ‘Cool,’ and ‘Gag me with a spoon.’”

Yuki nearly choked on his own saliva, but managed to keep himself from going into a full-on coughing fit. Even after all this time, he could still find himself caught off guard by some of the more outlandish things that came out of Elizabeth’s mouth. That would’ve been oddly reassuring, if it weren’t so scary.

“But nonetheless, I’m sure your imagination is simply captivated by the question of what exactly it is we’re doing here today.” Elizabeth adjusted her stance, clasping her hands over her lower stomach. “Please, allow me to relieve your conscience of this heavy burden I’ve so improperly placed upon it.”

Elizabeth began to bow in formal apology, but Yuki placed a hand on her shoulder and prevented her from going through with it.

“I wish to experience human cuisine. If you recall, we had a bit of a sampler once before on a previous occasion,” Calling three dishes each from three different restaurants a “Sampler” was one of the more absurd things Yuki had ever heard in his life, but he didn’t linger on it for long. “But I wish to be a bit more thorough this time around.”

Elizabeth reached behind her back, pulling out the large, handbag-like coin purse that always seemed to appear out of thin air whenever the attendant required it. She then fished around inside of it for a moment–the sound of hundreds upon hundreds of clinking coins filling the air–before retrieving a small, white bottle with a large round cap. Elizabeth struggled with the cap for a moment, then placed a finger at the base of it, and the thing flew off following a little burst of blue and purple energy.

All at once, Elizabeth tipped the bottle back, spilling its entire contents into her mouth. Then she swallowed, and a large bulge passed through her throat, before disappearing as it reached her chest.

Elizabeth took a deep breath afterwards, smiling in satisfaction and loosening her grip on the bottle’s neck. This allowed Yuki to get a better look at what was written on the bottle’s label.

“Appetite stimulants.”

Oh. Oh, that redheaded gremlin would be sorry she was missing this. Elizabeth–who had downed everything without a care in the world last time–taking something to enhance her appetite? The ginger would latch onto the belly Elizabeth grew from that and never let go…

Yuki didn’t really understand the appeal, himself. What was so great about a big, round, full stomach? If anything, he often just ended up feeling sorry for the girls he’d find all bloated in that certain-someone’s wake… Though, she did always tend to their tummy aches afterwards, he supposed. So it wasn’t like she totally shirked responsibility for all the would-be foodbaby mothers she’d created.

“I would like to consume one of everything from all the eateries in this area, so that my palate and understanding of human cuisine may be expanded.” Elizabeth said, not knowing that those words would be enough to send the girl on Yuki’s mind into a frenzy. And that, very likely, Elizabeth’s palate wouldn't be the only thing “Expanding” on this particular day…

“We could've done this on our prior expedition, but unfortunately, it seems I lack the sensation that humans refer to as ‘Hunger.’ I was encouraged by the taste and texture, but as there was a distinct lack of the urge to sate the gnawing void within, it was more of a recreation than an actual enlightening experience. I had curiosity, but I lacked drive.” Elizabeth returned the bottle to her purse, then returned the purse to… Wherever it came from. “It is my hope that these ‘Stimulants’ will provide a much needed push, so that my motivation to consume will remain all throughout the day. This way, I may finally understand what it is like to fully sate oneself.”

“Sate herself…” With one of everything. From six restaurants. In one day.

Yuki didn’t understand how this woman’s anatomy functioned, and quite honestly, he would’ve been afraid to find out. But the fact that she paid no mind whatsoever to how full eating all of that would make her… That the idea hadn’t even entered her mind, it seemed… Let alone how she was planning on eating all of that–surely more than any human could rationally eat without their stomach bursting…

Somehow, he found himself believing that she could do it. After all, she hadn’t seemed the least bit full after their last restaurant romp. What would more than tripling the amount she’d eaten then be?

… Why was he kind of excited to find out?

GGgrrrrRooOoouuuunnn…~

Elizabeth’s stomach growled for the first time. The attendant’s hands flew to the flat surface just as a surprised “Oh!” flew from her lips, and she hopped in awe.

“Oh my… I see… Yes, I believe this will do…” Elizabeth whispered, running a single hand up and down the length of her abdomen. “It feels… Just awful.~” The joyous, almost excited tone she spoke with would’ve been odd if it had come from anyone else, but Yuki thought it fit Elizabeth quite well.

“Come,” Elizabeth stepped forward, wrapping her hand around Yuki’s and pulling him along. He blushed at the boldness of the gesture, but it soon passed after he reminded himself of Elizabeth’s innocence when it came to romance and sexuality. Or was it ignorance? Eh, both applied. “Let us get going before my stomach decides to eat itself. Oh yes, I was rather shocked when I learned of that particular factoid. To become so hungry that the stomach decides to turn on itself…? My, human anatomy is truly a boundless mystery…~”

• -

After a bit of being tugged along at speeds so high he could barely keep his footing, then around fifteen minutes of waiting for an open table–during which Elizabeth had been uncharacteristically normal, sitting prim and properly with her hands atop her crossed thighs as her stomach growled vigorously to itself–Yuki had finally settled into his seat at Hagakure Restaurant. Elizabeth had chosen to sit right across from him, her lips curled into that slight, devious smile, as they always seemed to be.

“Well now, isn’t this place fancy.” Elizabeth said, despite the pin-up poster of a girl in a bikini hanging on the wall behind her. She hadn’t broken eye contact with Yuki ever since the two had taken their seats. Kind of gave him the willies… “So formal… Yet, I see many teens in their student uniforms all over the shop. Quite the dichotomy… How interesting.~” Elizabeth placed her elbow atop the table in front of her, resting her chin on her palm as her eyes finally broke from Yuki’s, scanning her surroundings carefully.

“Elizabeth,” Yuki said, sort of slurring the foreign name as it slid out of his mouth. “We came here before. Don’t you remember? I explained how despite the decoration being all traditional, the food is cheap for its quality, and so tons of people my age stop here after school, or on days off.” Elizabeth wasn’t usually the forgetful type… Yuki squinted his eyes. Something strange was afoot…

Elizabeth didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stared off for a moment, her eyes almost looking glazed over as she stared off in the direction of the kitchen. Finally she seemed to snap out of it, her back straightening, her hand slipping beneath the table following a rather sharp growl that came from down there as well.

“Oh? Oh.” Elizabeth’s gaze returned to him, as her expression rapidly changed from questioning, to realization. “Oh!” To… Shock? “Yes, yes, of course I remember. I simply… Didn’t recall the food… Having such an irresistible aroma.~ Mhh… The smell of frying sea creatures… Of boiling pig and disassembled plants…” A pause broke out as Elizabeth took a deep breath. Then released it, looking sort of puzzled. “Oh my. I fear this ‘Hunger’ may be affecting my sensibilities more than I anticipated…”

“You took enough stimulants to make a bear go wild. Of course you’d get distracted by-”

“Hey hey!” A distinctly cheerful voice called out from not-too-far off, and Yuki’s head spun in its direction before he’d even realized it. Wearing an apron, uniform button-up, and work pants, was Junpei Iori. And he was headed right their way. “Yo, leader! If I’d known you’d be popping in today, I would’ve asked for the day off!” Junpei nudged Yuki in the shoulder, and Yuki gripped the corner of the table to keep himself from tumbling out of his chair.

“Good god, Junpei. Have you been training with Akihiko behind my back again?” Yuki flicked his head, getting the hair out of his eyes as he settled properly back into his seat. He didn’t even know Junpei had a part time job here. He might’ve suggested they go elsewhere first, if he had… Elizabeth and Junpei together seemed like the sort of concoction that could burn a building down.

“Heh heh, guilty as charged! Not only does it make the Tartarus runs easier, but every self-respecting man knows that the chicks drop dead for a guy with a set of washboard abs.” Junpei flexed all of a sudden, and Yuki thought he saw the tiniest bit of additional muscle that hadn’t been there before… Maybe.

“‘Washboard abs…’ Say, does such a thing truly exist? I have been trying to clean a rather stubborn stain out of one of my uniforms for a millenia now, and I feel that the solution to my problems may have just appeared right before my very eyes…” Elizabeth stared right at Junpei’s abdomen as she spoke, her eyes glimmering and full of hope.

Junpei leaned in close, whispering in Yuki’s ear.

“Yo… Is this chick for real?”

“Ah! Pardon me, Stupei.” Elizabeth began to stand from her seat, but another angry growl from underneath her garments made her wince and rethink the gesture halfway through. Instead, she simply nodded her head in a bow from a seated position. “Yuki-kun has told me many entertaining tales involving you. It is good to finally make your acquaintance.”

“Yeah, and apparently, he’s had some pretty nice things to say about me, eh Senpai?” Junpei gave Yuki a quick glare, gently kicking the side of his foot. “Really? Yuka-tan's stupid nickname? Whatever. I guess I should be glad you mentioned me at all…” Oh, good. Now Junpei was pouting. How could this day get any better…?

“Oh, yes, pardon me once again. I didn’t intend to keep you waiting, Stupei.” Elizabeth bowed in apology yet again–twice in a row this time–thinking she was the reason Junpei had kicked him. Well, she kind of was, but still. “I’ll just give you my order, and let you be on your way. I’ll have everything, please.” Elizabeth sat upright in her seat, her hands politely clasped together atop the table, looking all innocent as her belly growled a silent murmur once more, betraying her true intentions…

“Ok, I’ll have that right out- Wait a minute.” Junpei had begun to jot down Elizabeth’s order, but stopped himself when he realized just what he’d heard. “Everything? You mean everything, everything? The whole shebang? You know this is a ramen shop, right? You’ll have to slurp down, like, two gallons of soup if you wanna eat everything on the menu!”

“Yes. One of everything that your establishment furnishes its menu with.”

Junpei took a moment… Looked at Yuki… Then back to Elizabeth.

Then he slammed his hands down upon the tabletop, sending eyes from all over the restaurant looking their way. Yuki recoiled in response. Elizabeth did not.

“Listen lady, I dunno who you are, but… Even if you are really hot, you’re not gonna just dine-n-dash my buddy like that, y’hear? And for the love of- would you please quit callin’ me ‘Stupei?’”

“Iori! What the blazes is goin’ on out there?!” A gruff, mean-sounding voice called from the kitchen, and Junpei regained his former posture in an instant.

“N-Nothing, bossman! It’s all good!” Junpei shouted back, then waited a few seconds. When no further comment came, he sighed–looking like a deflated balloon as the wind left his lungs–and turned back to Yuki. “Alright. Pal, look, if you know what you’re getting into, I won’t get in the way. But watch yourself, alright?”

Yuki–who had adopted a slight smirk some time ago, though the ongoing antics around him had entirely distracted him from that fact–simply nodded.

“It'll be fine, Junpei. There's no need to worry. Your leader can take care of himself.” Yuki nodded, and gave Junpei a pat on the back to send him off.

As he watched Junpei walk away–his buddy looking over his shoulder at him a time or two before disappearing behind the counter–two things ran through Yuki's mind.

The first was that, after today, SEES would have to go on a funds-finding expedition through Tartarus, just so Yuki could refill his wallet enough to afford Elizabeth's compendium summons. God, this woman had a stranglehold on his poor coffers…

The second… Was that Junpei had been correct. Yuki had no idea what he was getting into. He never did, with Elizabeth.

And that's what made it so fun.

… Plus, hey, if he could finally understand the weirdo kink that redheaded goblin had, maybe he could relate to her a little better. Maybe he could get a good grasp on just what she liked about it. What it was that appealed to her about a big, fat gut. Well, no, not fat. For some reason, she’d made it abundantly clear that her kink only applied to stomachs that were filled to the limit with food or drink. Or, oddly… Air. Blegh, Yuki would never forget that evening he walked in on her with the… Bike pump…

Ugh, gross, whatever. Yuki quickly put that image out of his mind–hopefully forever–and instead decided to focus on trying to sus out the ginger’s likes when it came to the tummy field. It’d certainly be nice to get to reach that common ground on anything with her. And if that common ground just needed to be the weird fetish she never shut up about, then so be it. Yuki would suffer through for the sake of bonding.

Especially considering that, despite how hard she pushed him to understand and bond with others, Yuki had never really understood her.

• -

Some time had passed, and Elizabeth had eaten her way through an entire bowl of edamame which was intended to be shared between them. Yuki hadn’t wanted any, but he hadn’t exactly expected her to eat the hulls along with the beans. Though, perhaps he should’ve, given how rigorously her stomach had been voicing its complaints.

Soon after the final pod had been sent down Elizabeth’s throat, the first bowl of Hagakure’s famous ramen had arrived–this time brought by another server, not ol’ Ace Defective Stupei.

Elizabeth made sure to get a good noseful of the heaps of steam rising from the bowl of savory delight. If Yuki didn’t know better, he would’ve assumed this was the first time Elizabeth had ever experienced the overwhelming umami that came with the territory of eating at this particular establishment. But no, he did know. He knew perfectly well how, on their last visit, Elizabeth had drained three entire bowls of soup, then hopped right up out of her seat, ready to move onto the next eatery. As if the nearly two liters of soup, noodles, and meat had no impact on her whatsoever. It certainly hadn’t impacted her waistline, at least…

But that was then. Today was different. Today, Elizabeth planned to “Sample” everything, from every restaurant in the area. On top of that, she’d taken something to give her normally non-existent appetite a buff. If that mix didn’t result in a food baby–or food triplets, more like–hanging off of Elizabeth by the end of the day, then nothing would.

… Yuki found himself oddly disappointed at the thought of her walking out of here without a tummy, as she had before. Jeez… Maybe he wouldn’t have to try as hard to relate to that ginger as he thought, if he was getting his hopes up over seeing Elizabeth bloat up.

He didn’t linger on the thought though, and just told himself that he was simply eager to try and understand such a foreign idea as getting turned on by a grossly distended gut. Instead of simmering on it, he just studied Elizabeth as the Velvet Attendant scanned her surroundings once more, then returned her gaze to him with that same smirk as always.

“You know, I may have… Overplayed the efficacy of those occult hunger-enhancing tablets I took earlier.” Elizabeth pawed at her belly below the table. “The sensation was intense while it lasted, but it seems to have subsided rather quickly…” Yuki thought it made sense. What good would human medicine be on an otherworldly being? “Oh well. My first dish has arrived nonetheless, and I still fully intend to send it right where it belongs.~” Elizabeth gave a chipper “Hm!” as she snapped her chopsticks and dove right into the soup.

Yuki remembered back during the first trip to the restaurants of Iwatodai Strip Mall. Back when he’d had to inform Elizabeth that you did not, in fact, use one chopstick to wrap the noodles around the other, then shove the resulting bundle of tied-up noodle into your gob all at once. He swore, for how proper her outward presentation was, Elizabeth could be downright childish at times. Oh well, being cooped up in a room with a weird guy with a huge nose for who-knew how long would do that to anyone, he supposed.

The first bite met Elizabeth’s lips, and the attendant slurped up every last bit that her chopsticks had grabbed. Even though it was red hot–having just come from one of the large, boiling pots behind the counter–Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind. She just gobbled it up, chewed, then swallowed the gob down.

“Ooh…” Elizabeth cooed, her smile getting an inch wider as her eyes narrowed at the bowl before her. “I believe I may have been mistaken. It isn’t so much that the effect has worn off… More like it has simply settled in, and made itself comfortable within the depths of my digestive system. I do believe this is what proper hunger feels like.” She nodded as her belly softly growled, politely asking for more now that it was finished with its tantrum. Yuki supposed it only made sense. He wouldn’t have been starving anymore if he’d eaten, like, sixty bean pods either. “And it does indeed seem to have an effect on the food’s flavor… A quite positive effect, I might add.~” She went right in for another bite, this time plucking up an entire slice of chashu pork and slurping it up as she had the noodles before it.

Then, she picked up the entire bowl, put it to her lips, and tipped the thing back.

Not even ten whole seconds later, the soup was gone, and Elizabeth elegantly sat the bowl back onto the table, as if she hadn’t just chugged the entire thing like a maniac.

Yuki just sat in silence the entire time, wondering how it was possible for Elizabeth to still find new ways to shock him. And wishing that he’d brought along a camcorder or something. That move she just pulled would be enough to kill that certain someone. Well, maybe if she’d burped afterwards, it would have.

“Mmh… Just as I remember, Hagakure’s ramen ‘Hits the spot.’ If I were a Shadow, Stupei and you would certainly be able to launch an All-out Attack on me at the moment, as my weakness has been thoroughly targeted.~” Was that… Flirting? It was hard to tell why Elizabeth said the things she did sometimes, and she did make comments that could come off as suggestive pretty often. The way she laced her fingers, rested her chin on them, and batted her eyes at him, seemed to say that her intentions were indeed meant to be taken as seductive.

… But, then again, Elizabeth had rather large gaps in how humans were supposed to behave in society. She could’ve just as easily thought that she was simply being polite by doing the things she was doing, rather than viewing them as a way to get to Yuki’s heart.

Regardless of her intent, it still brought the slightest of blushes to Yuki’s face. No matter the rough exterior he kept up at all times, Yuki couldn’t deny the power that feminine charms had on him. Deep down, despite all the ice, he was still a teenage boy.

… Even if he and–save for Ken, Koromaru, and technically Aigis–nearly everyone else in SEES were eighteen. Still counted as a teenager, he could still blame the dings in his armor on the hormones. S-Shut up.

While Yuki was still lost in his thoughts, and Elizabeth was rolling her chin against her fingers in a delightfully feminine way, the next bowl of ramen arrived. This time with a little platter of gyoza to keep it company.

This was a vegetable ramen, as could be told from its smell alone. The pork ramen had been rich, its delightfully savory aroma was easily picked up well before the bowl ever hit the table. Meanwhile the vegetable ramen was more light, with the bamboo shoots inside giving it a more hint of a more earthy, nutty smell. Yuki could see the steam wafting off of both the soup, and the little dumplings sitting beside it. Speaking of which, those smelled pretty delightful too. Sort of like the pork ramen had, but somehow more intense–as if they were more concentrated due to the fact that they hadn’t simmered in broth for a long while before being delivered. There was also an undeniable hint of ginger coming from them, which sort of reminded Yuki of the pickled ginger used to cleanse the palate at a sushi place. Kind of like the sort they’d encounter later at Wakatsu Restaurant.

After Elizabeth finished gulping down, like, three gallons of ramen.

Elizabeth cared about none of this, of course. She simply nodded to her server in an appreciative way, then grabbed two gyoza between the knuckles of her index, middle, and ring fingers, and plopped both onto her tongue at once.

“Mmh!” She squealed with delight. “Delightful! They’re so hot that my tongue is stinging, and the roof of my mouth is in a great deal of pain as well! My, I’ve always wanted to try spicy food…”

Yuki opened his mouth to inform her that temperature did not factor into how spicy a food was, but decided against it as Elizabeth suddenly shoved the remaining three dumplings into her mouth at once, then dabbed her lips with a handkerchief she pulled out of seemingly nowhere. She then decided that it would be a good idea to chase the gyoza with the small saucer of soy sauce she’d been provided for them, after not dipping a single one into the umami sauce. She just brought it to her mouth and took it like a shot.

… The thought of a drunk Elizabeth entered Yuki’s mind at that moment, and he didn’t know if he’d ever felt such dread in all his life. He didn’t even know if Velvet Room inhabitants could get drunk, but he never wanted to find out either. It sent shivers down his spine to think of all the mishaps a drunk Elizabeth could get herself into, considering what she was like sober.

“Hm… Not terrible, but I believe I would’ve preferred something to dilute it. Perhaps it would’ve been better used as an additive to something greater, rather than a dish all its own?” She cocked her head, intensely studying the saucer as she thought out loud.

“You don’t say?” Yuki said, thinking out loud as well, though he knew Elizabeth wouldn’t pick up on the annoyingly sarcastic tone he had delivered it with.

“But I just did?” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, but simply placed the saucer back onto the table and gripped the bowl of ramen with both hands, now that everything else had been dealt with.

“Wait, you’re not seriously-” Yuki began, but cut himself off as Elizabeth suddenly raised the bowl to her lips and began drinking. And not just the soup. As the bowl was tilted further and further back, Yuki took note of some rather large bulges sliding down Elizabeth’s throat.

Yes. Yes, she was seriously drinking the whole thing at once.

Not even large clumps of noodles, nor entire bean sprouts, mushrooms, or bamboo shoots could stop her. Elizabeth didn’t chew once during the entire time the rim of the bowl was placed against her plump lips.

After a few seconds of watching the scene in stunned silence, Yuki finally began breathing again as Elizabeth returned the bowl back to the table. Though, something had changed…

Beyond the bowl, barely visible below the table, Yuki spotted a slight curve sitting just below the larger curve of Elizabeth’s breasts. The meals were starting to show themselves on Elizabeth’s figure–no matter how slightly–and they weren’t even a quarter of the way to the finish line… After they’d not been apparent even after double this amount last time. Was Elizabeth intending to grow a food baby this time around? Yuki had been feeling some kind of ulterior motive in the air for a while now… If that was the case, and Elizabeth really did want to get all big and round, then that redhead would really be kicking herself over missing this…~

Elizabeth sighed after gulping down the last mouthful–which packed her cheeks to the point that she resembled a chipmunk storing food for later–settling back in her seat and allowing the smirk to come back to her face. She seemed to have noticed the tiny tummy she was now sporting, as she laid a hand against it and gave it a quick, gentle pat.

“Ooh. I say, that was just as delicious as the first, but I feel… Something…” She scrunched her eyebrows, allowing her hand to roam over the little bump. Then it happened.

BWRAAP!

“Oh! Oh, my, w-was that a belch? I didn’t even know I was capable of that…” Elizabeth’s free hand raised up to her mouth, her index knuckle pressed against her lips while her fingertips lightly pressed into her concealed tummy. “... However, it wasn’t exactly a displeasing experience either.~ Perhaps I should try and let those happen more often.” She looked up from her belly for the first time in a while, and Yuki subtly cleared his throat and adopted a straighter posture… Though the lingering blush on his cheeks betrayed the exterior.

“F-For experimentation, of course.” Elizabeth clarified with a smirk. “It’s good to know what you enjoy, after all. Perhaps it was a novelty–a one time enjoyment. The next one may disgust me, or it may feel just as… Delightful.~” Her eyes narrowed to a squint, as a pregnant pause broke out. “... And by that, I mean that it was… Delightfully relieving. To expel that gas. Yes.”

Finally, Elizabeth regained her usually proper posture, and adjusted her hat atop her head to ensure that it hadn’t been displaced in all the ruckus. Actually, now that Yuki thought about it… How hadn’t it fallen off as she chugged those bowls of soup?

It didn’t matter. The next bowl was here already, and Elizabeth had already gripped its bottom as she had the last. As she brought it to her mouth, only one thing was on Elizabeth’s mind. Well, two, technically–but they were both on the same subject.

The first was that he could see Elizabeth’s stomach rounding, little by little, gulp by gulp, becoming more and more spherical as it forced her dress to drape around it.

The second… Was that he was keenly aware of how much he enjoyed seeing that. Perhaps he’d be doing more than just understanding that ginger’s kink, by the time all was said and done…

Dorothea + Mercedes Succubus Story [UPDATED VERSION]

(Hey there! I'm not dead, lol. Here's an updated version of that story I shared a little while ago. Enjoy!)

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Lysithea was exhausted.

Hours and hours spent cooking, baking, and ordering enough takeout to feed an entire classroom full of hungry college kids would do that to a person, she supposed. No matter how many energy drinks they chugged down in order to keep their overworked body going. Ugh… Truth be told, she was even feeling kind of bloated from all of those sugary, taurine and caffeine filled drinks… So that was nice, at least.~

But she wasn’t all too interested in her own tummy at the moment. Well, technically she was. That was the entire reason she’d decided to do all of this in the first place after all–to better learn how she could improve her more… Gluttonous side. But in order to do that, she’d need a few other tummies to test and observe; to learn from, and see how best to tackle a feast of the magnitude she was surrounded by.

Cakes, pastries, steaks, cookies, Chinese, Thai, Mexican… Even Greek. Lysithea had pulled out all the stops for this occasion. No restaurant within a thirty mile radius had been spared from Lysithea’s all-out takeout spree. Lysithea didn’t know if it was because they thought she was scamming them, or if they simply thought she was crazy, but… They’d even begun warning each other about her calls after a certain point.~ As she’d found out, after that Jamaican place gave her name before she had a chance to respond to their inquiry.

But none of it was for her–aside from that yummy carne asada she ate a little while ago. No… You see… There was a reason that Lysithea had also purchased a rather unusually large amount of salt a week prior. And no, it wasn’t because she was planning to poison someone or build a bomb. Nothing as trivial and childishly foolish as that.

No. Instead, Lysithea found herself standing in a pentagram made of salt. One of her own creation. The occult was something much more mature.

With an old, tattered book in one hand–one which gave the description and rites of all sorts of demons and other various Hell-ghouls–and a raw steak in her other, Lysithea began chanting. An old ritual, meant to summon a pair of demons most frightful… Psh. If you’re a pastry, perhaps.

“O gulae dominae!” She began, waving the steak through the air with her eyes closed. She felt a chill run down her spine, a subtle light leaking through the crack in her eyelids… “Nunc veni ad me, et ventrem tuum donec disrumpant imple!”

There was a rumble, then a burst of energy that sent Lysithea stumbling backwards and out of the pentagram–and by some stroke of luck, she didn’t end up destroying the salt ring. Though she did take a rather rough tumble, and landed squarely on her rump with a thud… Ow…

Opening her eyes a crack, she realized that she’d dropped the steak in her fumbling as well. Though she didn’t focus on that for long, as she quickly noticed the thick smoke that had filled the room.

Then the twin figures in the smoke… The two… Rather curvaceous silhouettes.

Lysithea felt her heart thundering in her chest as she flattened her palms against the wooden floor below and used them to push herself upwards. Did it work? Did it really work?

Judging by the wet chomping sounds, and what looked like one of the figures licking its fingers one by one… As well as the distinct horns both sported, she figured that the summoning had indeed been a success.

“Mmh.~” Came a husky, sultry voice from within the fog. “Goodness. Haven’t had a tribute that yummy in a long while, eh Mercedes?~” One of the figures in the smoke scooted closer to the other, her chest pressing into the arm of the other silhouette.

“Oh, indeed…” This voice was rather… Sweet? It sounded like the voice of a mother–tender and kind, yet with an air of maturity behind it. It liked to hang on every final syllable for just a second too long… “I do so enjoy when the meat is still dripping. There’s nothing better than a steak, uncooked to perfection.~”

Both of the devilish women intertwined, and Lysithea saw their tails for the first time as they twirled together, settling in the form of a heart as their soft laughter filled the air, mixing with the sweet scents of Lysithea’s baking.

“Hm?” The one who went by “Mercedes” hummed, her head turning away from her companion and sniffing at the air. “My! Dorothea, I can hardly believe it. If it isn’t my very own recipes! Whoever our summoner is, they’ve certainly done their research.~”

“She, dear.” Dorothea replied, nodding to Lysithea. “I know the smell of your own sweets is rather distracting for you, but can you not smell the delicious femininity that has been radiating from her since the moment we arrived?~” Dorothea flashed a smile, which Lysithea was able to see for just a moment. The smoke was starting to dissipate…

“Oh, of course! How rude of us; you’ll have to excuse our lack of manners, dear summoner. It’s just that we don’t get called upon for our trademark skillset very often, and so we’re sort of… Giddy.” As if to prove her words correct, both women began chuckling at once–their laughter filling the air like a pair of schoolgirls whose crushes had just asked them out to prom.

Slowly, elegantly, the pair rose from the floor. Of nearly equal height, the two women were tall enough to tower over Lysithea. They’d probably be able to if I were standing as well… No surprise there. Hmph. Their tails whipped back and forth, their spaded tips helping to waft away the smoke as it finally began to lift enough for Lysithea to get a good look at her succubi…

Dorothea was beautiful. Just… Drop-dead gorgeous. Full, red lips, emerald green eyes, long, flowing hazel hair, and a cavern of cleavage so deep that if one were to fall inside, they’d likely never escape alive… Not that they’d ever want to leave, anyway.~ Not to mention her hips, which looked like they’d give any pair of pants they tried to squeeze into a good workout.

Not that she was wearing pants. Or anything even remotely modest. Dorothea was instead clad in a set of bra and panties so skimpy, so tight, that the straps of her bra squished into her boob-flesh at the sides, and her underwear looked as if it’d need to be cut off of her hips. Her garments were rather shiny as well, looking to be made of some kind of latex or perhaps a polished leather. Below these were a set of stilettos, and some thigh-high stockings that made her thick thighs pool at their rim so deliciously that Lysithea had to convince herself to not try and take a bite…~

Mercedes on the other hand… May have been even more attractive, somehow. It was hard to choose between Dorothea’s abject sexiness, and Mercedes’ restrained, mature, motherly allure…

Her hair was longer than Dorothea’s, though similarly wavy, and of a much brighter shade–so blonde it was nearly white. Her gray-ish silver eyes were kind in a way one wouldn’t expect from a semen demon, and her plump, naturally pink lips were curled up into a smile that could only be described as accepting. She was the kind of woman you just wanted to hug–to curl up with and never let go… Especially given those curves–good god. Dorothea had her beat in the breast-department, but her hips put Doro’s to shame. If you got hip-checked by those, you’d get sent straight to the moon. The things were broader than Lysithea’s many fields of knowledge, and only served to enhance Mercedes’ aura of maternity. Even through their loose, black silk coverings, those child-bearing haunches looked like they’d allow a baby to just slide right out…

Yes, that was something else… While she’d been in the fog, Mercedes had looked just as skimpy as her companion. Her curves had been fully on display. But now that the smoke had lifted–and by some miracle, hadn’t set off her smoke alarms–it became apparent that Mercedes was dressed far more conservatively than Dorothea. From neck to toe, her entire body was concealed by a thin, flowy, black robe. She also had a habit atop her head, with little holes for her horns to poke through–though its fabric was nearly entirely transparent, which allowed her elegant hair to be seen in its entire, voluminous beauty.

Lysithea supposed she shouldn’t have been shocked. There were demons with much stranger choices of attire and interests than a… Nun who liked to eat a lot. The cross that dangled at her neck was upside down, so it wasn’t too blasphemous.

… Or, no, it was. What was the term for unholy blasphemy? Blasphemy for demons?

Whatever. Mercedes was perfectly fine as she was. Heaven and Hell weren’t even all too bicker-y with one another. More like… Competing businesses than anything. So if a succubus wanted to dress up like a nun, who was Heaven to stop her? Succubi had rights, damn it. Lysithea knew all about it. A demon nun was just fine; even if the book hadn’t mentioned anything about Mercedes having a pension for the holy–must’ve been a new thing, she figured. As long as she ate all the same, Lysithea had no issue.

GrRrRRrOoOuUuUWwWwWW!~

rRRrRrRrRRRRRRRNnNNGGghHhHHhh…!~

… And from the sound of things, Lysithea doubted that’d be much of an issue at all.~ Though the succubi treated their roaring stomachs with nothing more than a few idle rubs; otherwise, complete nonchalance. Did wonders to show just how experienced these two succubi were with their particular field of intrigue.

“Well?” Mercedes extended a well-manicured hand to her summoner. “Are you going to introduce yourself? Or were we summoned simply to judge your cooking skills by sight and smell alone? It’d be quite the evil deed to waste two gluttony demons on such a tease…~” The way she phrased things made it seem like–while she’d certainly be disappointed–that wasn’t a horrible thing to do. Has someone done that to them before? What sort of monster would waste such a good tum-growing opportunity… And that much salt too!

Lysithea took Mercedes’ hand and quickly pulled herself to her feet, dusting herself off and coughing out a puff of smoke. God, had she held her breath for that long after seeing these two? Just how Bi was Lysithea?

“Sorry. My name is Lysithea von Ordelia. And I promise, I am not some kind of goth lolita; that’s my actual name.” Lysithea was glad she’d chosen to wear her purple skirt, tights, and gray checkered turtleneck sweater tonight… Instead of her black, corseted dress. Would’ve undercut her argument a bit. “So, now we’ve all been introduced, I have the upper hand since I know yours–very kind of you to give them to me first thing, by the way, thank you…” She nodded to both, and they nodded back. “... So, without further ado,” Lysithea scuttled over to the nearby coffee table, picking up the camcorder that rested atop it and turning it on. “Begin whenever you’d like.”

Both succubi were a bit taken aback by Lysithea’s camera, with each of them responding with a similar kind of curiosity-tinged smirk.

“You know, dear,” Dorothea said, taking a step forward. “It’s polite to inform those you wish to record beforehand…” She stepped closer and closer, her hips swaying side to side with each slow step… “... But I suppose we can let it slide. Just this once.~” Lysithea almost recoiled when Dorothea’s soft, warm hand slid against her chin as she walked past, her spaded tail lightly whipping against Lysithea’s chest and turning her cheeks a light shade of red. Just stay focused on your goal, Lysithea… Research, that’s all this is… Watch and learn from the best, and you’ll figure out how to grow your tum just like them…~

She turned back after Doro continued walking towards the table filled with food…

… Only to find Mercedes stripping.

The holy succubus had allowed her robes to slip from her shoulders, revealing a white nun’s collar that was attached to a bit of fabric that led down into her concealed chest… Then Mercedes let the robe drop to the floor, and Lysithea gasped.

So much for being conservative. Mercedes’ outfit was more risque than Dorothea’s! Those bits of fabric on her chest were the only things keeping the woman decent–the elongated triangles of white cloth hanging down in front of where her nipples would be, but allowing Mercedes’ breasts to sit unsupported. No bra or top to be seen otherwise. Around her stomach sat an X of loosely hanging chains, which attached to a fishnet that sat over her lower belly–just below her navel, and covering her pubic region. Her groin was left uncovered other than that, with only a C-string keeping her from being totally exposed. Her legs were entirely covered, but… Their coverings were somehow more lewd than if she’d been entirely nude down there! A pair of “Leggings”–more like stockings which came far too high on the legs–that seemed to be made of the same shiny fabric as Dorothea’s clothing. They did not cover Mercedes’ groin or inner rump, and only came up to her lower hips–where they squished into the bountiful flesh that had gathered there like dough tied with string–kept her legs covered. And her groin and ass exposed… Good lord…~

She smiled at Lysithea with that same motherly smile–which somehow seemed a little more electric now–and walked on past after politely thanking her. The sway of those hips, how that rump jiggled as she walked… It was like every last calorie the woman ate landed on her hips! Guh… And the tail of her C-string wrapping around the base of her tail too…

Lysithea didn’t falter. She was determined. These succubi were just doing their jobs, and she needed to do hers as well. Observe. Record. Experiment. Figure out what made them so good at what they did, then copy it.

And so, as Dorothea plucked up her first gingerbread cookie, and Mercedes used her tail to cut into a pumpkin pie… Lysithea joined them at the table, camcorder in her hands.

Knuckles white as snow.

• -

“I tend to start with smaller, more easily digestible things first. I find I can fit much more in later on that way.” Mercedes explained, taking a bite out of the large pie slice she held in her hand, and probably making its twin in her other hand rather jealous. “But tonight, I find myself willing to try my companion’s technique. Besides, I couldn’t resist getting a good taste of the pumpkin pie. It was always one of my favorites among my many recipes.~” She smiled, pushing the rest of the slice into her mouth all at once and allowing her tongue to lap up what remained on her hands after the bulge in her throat had moved to her stomach.

Dorothea had finished her cookies already, and had proceeded to wash them down with the entire half-gallon of milk that Lysithea had sat out for her two hungry guests. She thought for a moment that she had underestimated the succubi. Then she remembered the Greek place already having her card on file, despite the fact that she had never ordered from there before. No, there would be more than enough here to fill these two… And for Lysithea to record what she needed from them as well.

She wasn’t some kind of pervert. Absolutely not. She had summoned the pair to uncover how the best of the best gluttons in all the world managed to fill their bellies to bursting without cramping up halfway through. And she had explained this to them, after the pair had begun their routine teasing of Lysithea. Asking her to rub their bellies, subtly shaking their behinds or breasts in her face… Not what she needed. And so what if they didn’t believe her because she just so happened to be blushing? Anyone would blush in this context–it was a perfectly standard biological reaction!

Humph. Anyway. Dorothea hadn’t stopped there. She moved on from the sweets, and directly into a container of chili Lysithea had ordered from a nearby barbecue place. Speaking from experience, Lysithea knew just how mind-blowingly tasty–and spicy–that chili was. As such, it both shocked and hardly surprised her to see that Dorothea had already downed the entire bowl in under five minutes. And if the spice had phased her at all, she certainly didn’t show it; she didn’t take even a moment’s reprieve before cracking open a can of lemon-lime soda–the kind that was extra carbonated–and chugging the entire thing in seconds. Lysithea watched–and recorded–as Dorothea’s belly slowly swelled centimeter by centimeter as the gassy liquid fell down her esophagus like water down a waterslide. Its growth continued even after Dorothea had pulled the can from her lips and crushed it, only ceasing when the devilishly seductive succubus placed her fist at her lips and-

BWwWWWOOoOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUURRRRRRRP!~

“Pah!~ Ooh, nice one, me! Way to start the night off with a bang, girl.~” Dorothea cooed to her stomach, then giggled, as her free hand pawed gently at her slight curve of a belly. So much gas had erupted from inside her guts that the tum’s formerly-orb-ish shape had deflated back into a rather small food baby. And it was even growling again…

“W-What was that?” Lysithea’s voice cracked, and she tried to hide her blush with the camcorder. “That little exercise you just did. You… It was like you blew your gut up like a balloon by filling it with a bunch of gassy stuff all at once.”

“Why yes. That’s exactly what I did.” Dorothea’s smile peeked out from behind the hand at her plump lips–a much smaller burp coming up and proving her fingers effective at blocking the gas’ advances. “It’s a little trick I discovered not too long ago. About… Two centuries ago, I want to say?” She looked over at Mercedes–who was making quick work of a mixing bowl filled with… Was that chicken tenders and vanilla pudding?–and the un-holy woman nodded. “Basically, I fill myself with as much gassy food and drink as I can, then let it all build until I feel like a balloon seconds from unleashing confetti all over some ten-year-old’s birthday. Then I just let it all out.~” Another seductive giggle, another pawing at her tummy. Was Lysithea seeing things, or was it still slowly, subtly growing on its own…? “It helps stretch me out at the start of a stuffing or bloat–that way I can fit more later on.”

“According to someone I know, it also–Urp!~–quote, ‘Feels like the best thing in the whole damn world to feel all that gas roar out of you like you’re a fucking dragon spewing fire.’” Mercedes said in a single breath, with a semi-smug tinge to her maternal grin keeping it company.

“Well, yes, there’s that too of course.” It was Doro’s turn to blush–surprisingly–though she did her best to hide it, turning away from Lysithea and scanning the table for what was next to join the bubbling fun in her gut.

As she did–eventually settling upon a gyro–Lysithea turned her attention back to Mercedes. She had finished off that bowl of whatever-the-hell she had been devouring mere moments ago–and though her stomach was larger than Dorothea’s by a good inch or two–with her food baby being composed nearly entirely of just that, rather than Dorothea’s gaseous bump–she showed no sign of slowing in the slightest. Though she had indeed made good on her word, and was now working her way through a pan of mini-muffins.

“Good to leave room, you know?” She said with a wink, poking her tum and showcasing just how squishy it was. Not from fat–heavens no. All of the woman’s plumpness seemed to have settled on her hips. Instead, Mercedes’s gut was simply so elastic, so spacious, that the relaxed muscles and organs just squished inwards at the touch instead of putting up even a touch of resistance. “Oh!” Mercedes jolted a little as Lysithea suddenly stepped closer, her camera focused in on the “Nun”’s tum. “I suppose it might look rather odd, hm? I promise you, I am filling up, not fattening up. You can even feel all the food inside if you’d like to touch-”

“No thank you.” Lysithea blurted out. She then forced herself to blink the dryness away from her eyes, and regretted that she’d closed them even for a second. “As I said, I intend to study you two. Not b-bed you.” She grunted through warm cheeks, clearing her throat for… No reason in particular.

“Anyways. I do have some questions if you wouldn’t mind.” Lysithea backed away, letting the camera settle on a view of Mercedes’ face as she gulped an entire muffin in one piece, then gave the camera a quick, wholesome wave and smile. “S-Starting with… Erm… H-How are the two of you not full yet?” A rather embarrassing question, considering that… Well, Lysithea would’ve likely been curled up in bed, clutching her spasming stomach in pain before she ate even half of what these girls had.

“Practice.” Both women spoke at the same time, their voices ringing out as one as their stomachs gurgled in sync. Then, both broke into a rather similar sounding giggle fit.

“Oh, apologies.” Mercedes wiped a tear from her eye after she’d settled. “We’ve been together for so long now, we might as well be each-other’s halves.” She smiled at Dorothea, whose tail subtly wagged in response. “But to answer your question… We do get full, of course. Why, we’re ‘Full’ right now, if by ‘Full’ you mean sated. But if you mean ‘Unable to stretch even an inch more without splitting in two…’ Then no, we aren’t full in the slightest.~”

Both women’s hands worked on their stomachs for a moment, allowing Lysithea to get a good shot of how they each handled their bellies. Mercedes’ touch was more gentle, as was to be expected. It was more like she was petting a beloved animal than she was attempting to soothe her belly into submission–though when it seemed to stretch so effortlessly in the first place, doing so seemed rather redundant. Apparently Dorothea didn’t get the memo however, as she really dug her palms and fingers into her gut, smushing it all around, bouncing it in her grasp–seemingly doing her best to keep things as upset inside as possible. What a strange method…

“And well,” Dorothea paused to burp before continuing on. “We’d be lying if we said our demonhood didn’t give us an advantage. Still, it isn’t like humans can’t get as big as we do–it just takes a good deal more determination and guile. Moore… Dare I say… ‘Guts?~’” She chuckled, and her stomach swelled outwards just a tad at each bounce the laughter forced it to endure. “Sorry, sorry, bad joke. Petra must be rubbing off on me. But yes, we’ll do our best to guide you in a direction that’ll allow you to grow your guts like the greats.~”

“Alliteration too, dear? Seems our little Annette is influencing you too.~” Mercedes’ smile pulled a little tighter as she took a few steps closer to Dorothea, settling in at her side. From this viewpoint, the sides of their tums looked like they could touch… Not at the moment. They were far too small for that–didn’t even reach past their impressive bosoms. But that was something to look forward to…~ F-For research’s sake. No other reason.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Dorothea rolled her eyes, then gave a half sigh, half laugh. Then she turned to her side, pulling Mercedes closer–the suddenness of the motion causing the cloth over Mercedes’ breasts to fly up for a second, exposing the black, heart-shaped pasties she was wearing underneath. Dorothea’s breasts and belly squished into her lover’s arm and side like a slime from a horror movie, doing its best to totally envelop its victim.

“But either way, we’re gonna do all we can to help your ‘Research.~’ We don’t get summoned for this type of thing often, and so it’s always sort of a special occasion. Almost like a renewing of our vows.~” She batted her eyes at Mercedes, and the other woman’s smiling lips trembled as a slight blush crept up on her cheeks.

“Indeed. And besides… It isn’t like your research has to be all stuffy and professional, correct? Surely you can get a little hands-on…~” Mercedes’s blush grew as she gave her tum a little smack, sending it rippling for but a moment.

Lysithea considered her options… But came to a conclusion rather quickly. There was just no other option, she had to do it.

“... I-If you two could get back to eating, p-please… Not to be rude…” She meekly said, fidgeting slightly behind her camcorder-mask.

The smiles faded from the summoned demons’ faces, and they took a half-step away from each other. They stood there for a moment, each studying Lysithea–looking her up and down as if they… As if they were looking for a weak spot. D-Did Dorothea even sniff the air?

… Then they shared a side-eyed glance, devious smiles appearing on both their faces. Even on Mercedes’, her motherly visage taking on the look of a parent who was doing a purposefully terrible job at hiding a secret from their child…

“If you say so…~” Mercedes said, turning around with a wag of her child-bearing hips… And tearing her hands into the blueberry pie. She shoveled handfuls at a time up to her mouth, and gulped them down whole–large bulges able to be seen traveling down her throat and settling heavily into her stomach. It only took a few minutes for the entire pie to disappear down Mercedes’ gullet–and for her part, Dorothea had masterfully done-away with a greasy bucket of chicken.

Both women looked dead-on at Lysithea as they licked the residue of their meals from their fingers… Then smeared the saliva on their guts, wiping their hands clean, giggled… And turned back for more.~

Oh god. What had Lysithea done?

• -

Lysithea watched with abject horror–and lust–as Mercedes’ hips bumped heavily into Dorothea’s smaller, yet still respectable, pair. The impact didn’t send Dorothea flying off through a nearby wall as Lysithea had expected it to, but it did cause Dorothea’s bubble-gut to grumble something fierce.

“Oof!” Dorothea grasped her tum in both hands, protectively cradling it with an eclair hanging out her mouth. She let it drop–the dessert landing, unsurprisingly, in the deep valley of her cleavage, and spattering her breasts with some rather improper-looking specks of cream. “Ok, no more hip-checks while I’m this full. Almost lost it there…”

“Oh dear,” Mercedes reached out to touch Dorothea’s tum with a gentle, loving hand. Which just so happened to have the remains of a black forest cake staining it. “How horrible it would’ve been for that big bubble you’ve been brewing in your belly to just burst out in the form of a… Rather boisterous belch.~” She giggled, giving Dorothea’s stomach a little pat. It didn’t jiggle even the slightest bit… Come to think of it, Mercedes’ has been rather rigid for a while now as well… And yet they’re still eating as if they’d just started!

It was true. For all of Dorothea’s complaining, the woman’s expression had remained rather devious. It was more like she had been annoyed that her hard work at brewing up a maelstrom of gas in her guts could go to waste, rather than being in pain or discomfort at just how much food, drink, and gas there was pushing her overblown belly outwards.

“Ugh.” The expression puffed past Dorothea’s smirking lips while she put a hand to her upper tum with a firm smack. “And no alliteration either. I think it annoys her–gives her some mean indigestion.~” Her hand smacked against her gut rather roughly–further going to show just how packed the woman’s insides were–and the pats left a slight red mark behind when Dorothea moved her hand away–sliding it further down the curve of her tummy and letting it settle in to give some subtle, circular rubs right above her pubic region. God, it looks like she’s bloated from just below her boobs, to just above her… Y-You-know-what…~

Lysithea blushed harder behind her camera mask, forcing herself to adopt a wide stance so that her knees wouldn’t knock together. She needed to focus! This was no time to get lost in the miasma of arousal that had flooded the room ever since Lysithea had finished her incantation. This was for the betterment of Lysithea’s own bloaty fun–the fact that Dorothea and Mercedes looked so goddamn hot while assisting her had nothing to do with anything at all!

… The fact that Dorothea had cupped her breasts together, and was now licking the cream from them and eating the eclair in between them as if it were a certain other object, did not help clear Lysithea’s mind.

Lysithea took a sharp breath as Mercedes suddenly twirled around and locked eyes with her–her breasts bobbing atop their belly-shelf for a moment, and her tum settling heavily above her hips. Her hands began to tremble, and she started to lower the camera and apologize for… R-Recording the woman’s ass, as she had been. Oh, sue her! Not all of the footage needed to be relevant to the research, did it? Not like she couldn’t just edit it out later, or something… Or not…

Mercedes took a step forward, smiling sweetly and nodding to the white-haired girl, and Lysithea held her breath as the woman’s hip-sway made her second-trimester bump bob from side to side while she walked. She tapped her fingertips against the sides of her tummy, and the sound that resulted reminded Lysithea of patting a drum with your bare hands. A thudding, hollow… Sort of fleshy, sound…

When Mercedes finally reached her–after what felt like hours–she wrapped her tender fingers around Lysithea’s wrist. Lysithea allowed the camera to drop, clicking it off with a press of a button. Before she could convince her lips to stop clenching and start moving, Mercedes began speaking in her usual, soft spoken tone of voice.

“Would you like to feel now? We’re quite full–I think it was the shepherd's pie that did me in, personally.” She winked, slowly easing Lysithea’s hand toward her bloated gut…

… And Lysithea didn’t resist.

When her fingertips reached Mercedes’ belly at long last, Lysithea was surprised to feel… Just how much give it still had. It was like feeling a rock through a layer of gelatin. Full, but… Paradoxically, with room left to fill. Pressing her fingers in felt like poking at a wooden desk, but sliding her hand over the soft, milky-white skin felt like rubbing velvet… It’s like… Like a non-newtonian fluid or something! I-Is it even possible for a human to do this…? That was the first time that Lysithea felt she might’ve underestimated the fantastical anatomy of a succubus… But they had said that humans could do what they do, hadn’t they? Lysithea shuddered to think how many bellyaches these two had suffered over their long lives…

“I had a feeling you’d enjoy it.~ But, of course, you’re just testing to see how full I am, right? There’s no particular reason you’re so dead set on avoiding my navel, is there…?~” She let her words hang in the air, and Lysithea’s cheeks felt a good deal warmer as the seconds ticked by. “Wouldn’t it be a good idea to see just how shallow it’s become? How… How close it is to popping out?~”

“Wuh-” Lysithea started, her eyes shooting up to find Mercedes’ pupils glowing pink as they looked down at her, over her generous breasts… Which Lysithea hadn’t even noticed were right in front of her face. Still… Were those hearts inside the inky black of Mercedes’ eyes? “I-I… Yes, I suppose you are right. It would… Be a helpful gauge of just how full you are, compared to how elastic your skin remains. I must admit, I’m rather surprised at how soft it is despite your lack of belly fat…” Lysithea braced herself as she slid the tip of her index finger into the succubus’ belly button…

I-It was so deep! Her finger was swallowed up until nearly the second knuckle! Just how much could these girls eat?!

Mercedes’ own blush returned as Lysithea dug around in her navel. “Well, I assure you that I’m not secretly chubby or anything like that.” She waved her hand in the air, her tail following the motion. “I simply take good care of myself. Lotions, oils, and… A pair of very eager hands to apply both.~ Sometimes both at once, even…~” She allowed her narrow, smiling eyes to look Dorothea’s way for just a moment before returning them to Lysithea. Damn… W-Why did that send a shiver up my spine? “Your hands remind me of hers, you know… So eager, yet hesitant. Afraid you’re going to press just a bit too far and make a mess of things.~”

“Hey!” Dorothea shouted from the tableside while slurping down a mouthful of noodles. “Don’t treat me like some belly-virgin. I just… Don’t want to hurt you.” Doro’s turn to blush now, it seemed… “I know how it feels to be on the edge of bursting, as your hands will remember. And your tongue.~

Mercedes loudly cleared her throat, and Lysithea found herself smiling at the silliness the two had just displayed. It seemed even demons weren’t immune to a good jab or tease.~

“Ignore her.” Mercedes said with a sigh, letting the embarrassment flow out of her, though the blush remained. “Back to what we were talking about: You have to take care of your belly–inside and out. Push it, but not too far. Listen to your mind, and when it says you’ve had enough, you’ve had enough. Stop eating, even if it’s before you’ve gotten as big as you’d like, and go for the lotions. Spend some good time just rubbing and praising your stomach… Or having it worshiped, if you’ve got anyone willing.” She huffed, pressing her stomach more firmly into Lysithea’s hands. S-So heavy too…~

“If, after a while, you feel you can fit more, then go ahead. If not, simply wait until another time. You’ll get nowhere by making yourself sick… Or worse. Though I don’t think humans can burst…?” She paused, looking up at the ceiling in thought… “... Either way, don’t risk it. It isn’t fun pulling yourself back together, and I doubt it’d be even less so for someone of a more mortal persuasion.” She giggled, though Lysithea didn’t find it quite as funny.

BrRrRRoOoUuUuRrRgGGGnNHHhhHH!~

Suddenly, Mercedes’ tummy violently rumbled into Lysithea’s hands. So loud! And I don’t think that was a digestive growl either…

“Oof, sorry dear.” Mercedes took a step back, running a hand along the uppermost curve of her tum. “Seems I’ve upset her. Shouldn’t have whet her appetite, then deprived her of more. Not quite full yet, after all…~” She smiled, gave another damned wink, then turned around and began wagging her thick ass back to the table. There was still a good bit of food there, even after all they’d eaten. Lysithea only hoped she’d ordered and baked enough…

She raised the camcorder now that her hands were free, and raised her recording mask once more.

“Note to self,” She whispered to the camera. “C-Check reviews for body lotion later…”

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Time passed, and tums filled. The two had continued to make rather quick work of all the goodies that Lysithea had laid out for them, gobbling them up without much issue, and even chatting with each other as they feasted. Teasing each other too… A-And, frustratingly, continuing to tease Lysithea as well.

Not to say the feast was over, though. There was still plenty more waiting for them–pies, macarons, boxes of takeout, you name it. Lysithea hadn’t ordered too much for these gluttony succubi, but she had definitely ordered a fulfilling amount, it seemed…~

One thing was odd though. Other than the whole “Two insanely hot women gorging like crazy in my presence” thing. Dorothea hasn’t belched in a while… She had been attempting to stretch out her capacity by holding the gas in, sure. But surely she was sufficiently stretched by now, right?

It certainly showed on her figure. While Mercedes’ belly was well rounded, looking utterly pregnant and ready to drop out a kid or two, Dorothea’s was undeniably more top-heavy. It looked… Almost painful? There was a tinge of redness to the upper curve of Dorothea’s tum–though Lysithea couldn’t tell if it had come from the internal pressure, or from how roughly Dorothea had been treating her poor belly.

Suddenly, just as Dorothea had straightened her back after leaning over to grab yet another cabbage wrap–which she had loaded to the brim with beans and onions–a loud, reverberating churn sounded throughout the room. Doro’s eyes widened, and she dropped a hand to her belly just as something loudly shifted inside with a BbBRrRgRRrRroOoUUuURrRShShHSHHhh!~ All at once, her lower belly surged outwards, becoming equal with her upper tum as all the gas she’d built up decided that Dorothea’s stomach just wasn’t providing enough room for it all. It needed to shift… Lower…

“M-Mph…~” Dorothea grunted, popping the cabbage wrap in her lips and biting into it, keeping it there as her hands diligently rubbed her newly bloated intestines, and her eyes scanned the dessert portion of the table for… Something. When they finally landed on it, Dorothea gave a subtle moan, leaning over and plucking up two of the tall, party-size whipped cream cans sitting near the pies. She quickly stuffed the rest of the cabbage wrap down her gullet, then panted, popping off one of the can’s lids with her teeth and sticking it in her cleavage for safekeeping.

“I-I’ll be back, gotta take care of some urgent business real quick, darlings.” Even with the distinct waddle in her gait, watching Dorothea’s hips and the sides of her gut as she strolled away from the dining room still sent a tingle through Lysithea’s body. A-And the way she called her “Darling…~”

“I-Is she gonna be okay?” Lysithea asked, still using her camcorder to hide the–now a bit intensified–blush on her face.

“Oh yes.” Mercedes sighed, leaning back onto an empty section of the table and lazily draping her hand over her belly. “Believe me, this is nothing if not a common occurrence. I do love my dear Dorothea so, but she does have a tendency to go a bit overboard when it comes to her gas-inducing escapades. I’m half convinced she prefers burping to bellies, at this point.” Mercedes giggled, though her laughter was interrupted by a burp of her own. A small one, but one that sounded like it had risen up from the bubbling deep. “Ooh, so full…~”

Lysithea gulped, watching diligently as Mercedes rubbed her gurgling gut, cooing to it and herself, congratulating it on how much it had grown, but preparing it for what was still to come… What was Lysithea learning from this, you ask? W-Well… S-She was learning how to care for a properly overfilled tummy! Surely the things she was saying to it had some merit to them, right? Surely they weren’t just horny little musings that Mercedes was muttering to herself, getting herself more into the mood, lustily enjoying herself as her long, elegant fingernails dragged across inches of stretched, drum-taut gut…

… Lysithea wasn’t hyperventilating. She wasn’t!

Her incoming gay-attack was intercepted by a rather loud moan, then a subtle metallic clanging sound. T-Then a fleshy SMACK!~ And another, that sounded… Like it was getting closer…

By the time the third came, Lysithea could tell where it was coming from. She had her camera pointed right at the source, after all.

Dorothea had returned, eyelids fluttering and bottom lip bitten. With one hand she clutched the underside of her belly. With the other…

SMACK!~

There was a visible, red handprint left behind after each and every impact. Lysithea could track when each of them had happened, from which had started turning back to its natural pink first. She started spanking at the bottom of her gut, it seemed…

… And it was more than clear to see why.

Dorothea’s tummy had started top-heavy, full of held-in burps and enough food to choke a platoon of soldiers. Then it had shifted, becoming more rounded out–pregnant-looking, like her partner’s. Now… Now it hung low.

To say it was bottom heavy… Well, it was only fitting. It certainly seemed rather heavy. It certainly wasn’t all gas in there, blowing up her intestines like a balloon. It was as if… Dorothea had noticed an internal shift, something heading in a direction she didn’t approve of. And so, she took it upon herself to correct its course… Her hand dropped lower, shifting her underwear and making certain it was nice and flossed between her thick ass cheeks. A-As if she was hoping to keep something more substantial inside…

She returned her hand to her belly, lifting it up, an audible, thick slosh coming from inside.

“Crisis averted. Leak plugged… Mmf, and how.~” She gave her belly a proud pat, letting the liters of cream inside slosh around. Once they’d settled in, starting to firm up and really solidify things in there, Dorothea made her way back to the table.

Plucked up a slice of pizza.

Supreme. Extra cheese.

I-Is this woman trying to explode all over my kitchen? A-As if I won’t “Explode’” first…

To Lysithea’s surprise–and, honestly, horror–Dorothea curled the slice into a cone… Then slid the entire thing into her mouth at once, and gulped it down without a single chew.

“Ooh, moving onto-HURP!~-stage two, are we?~” Mercedes cooed, patting the front of her belly and raising a bite of banana cream pie to her lips.

Dorothea slurped up another slice before continuing. “Mhm. Primed and ready.~ Now we’ve just gotta set this baby off…~” Another slice of pizza, another inch added to her waistline. Lysithea began to wonder just what sort of way that “Baby” would be going off, as the taut skin of Doro’s abdomen stretched even tighter around the ball of food and caustic gas that had become her digestive system…

Both of the utter demons that Lysithea had foolishly summoned into her shared residence giggled at once. Lysithea considered in that moment that, perhaps, she had bitten off a bit more than she could chew. There was just no way she could ever hope to reach the heights of these two goddesses of gluttony, was there? This whole episode was probably for naught, just an exercise in futility… At least she’d get some amazing horny time footage out of it, if nothing else. Aw, now she was getting all sad-

What was that? Lysithea’s heart started thundering, her body having registered it faster than her mind. A wink. A simple wink had done this to her. It came from both women simultaneously, after Mercedes had planted her hands firmly on the sides of Dorothea’s tummy and given a little squeeze, letting a sharp, howling gurgle fill the air. And afterwards… Both women simply turned back to the table and continued eating.

S-Stop with the self pity. Lysithea grit her teeth, concentrating to keep the camcorder steady. She’d have to edit out the sharp gasp she’d given following the wink. You’ve got two amazingly beautiful women goringing like there’s no tomorrow for you, and all you wanna do is feel sad? No. Even if nothing comes from this, you’re gonna enjoy it, damn it.

Lysithea took a deep breath, locked her knees to keep them from knocking together.

Then a smaller growl came. And not from either of the two women currently slurping down noodles or chugging soda and entire candy bars.

Lysithea was hungry. It was stupid, but she realized that during all that time she’d spent ordering and baking, she hadn’t had a single bite to eat. She felt so silly now, but what was she gonna do? Go and take something from the table? Yeah right, Dorothea would probably chug her down with the soda if she tried something like that.

She’d just have to grin and bare it… She was more invested in the succubi’s bellies anyway.

… The way they devilishly looked over their shoulders, a slight smirk on their lips–even with their mouths full–after Lysithea’s growl tapered off…

… Lysithea suddenly understood what it was like to be prey. Like a rabbit, being stared down by a pair of hungry coyotes.

Except, for some reason… Instead of fearing what their glares could mean… She felt excited.

Whatever they were planning, it’d come after Dorothea’s gas bomb went off. And from the way things were looking–with Dorothea seemingly wanting to be as packed full of gas as she could possibly be before letting any out–she’d have a bit of time yet before that happened. A bit of time to prepare.

God, She thought. Do I need that time. Desperately.

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Lysithea didn’t have as much time as she thought.

Dorothea kept burping, though she wouldn’t let them out. No, her cheeks would puff up, filling with the acrid gas that she’d been brewing all night long, but she wouldn’t let her lips part. She’d just put the back of her hand right up to those plump, rosy lips of hers, and send it all right back down. Lysithea swore she could see Doro’s belly swell another inch each time she recycled a burp…

Mercedes wasn’t helping matters either. The devil-nun’s hands were dutifully attending to her partner’s middle, rubbing, poking, squeezing and patting all over the orb at Doro’s waist. It seemed like she was trying to break up everything inside, so that all that Dorothea’s digestive system had to focus on was digestion, without any pesky little gas pockets trapping themselves underneath all the chime. She was trying to burst every last bubble, open all the pockets of gas… Trying to turn Dorothea’s gut into a truly ripened gas-bomb.

And she was succeeding.

The sounds coming from Dorothea’s tummy sounded like a concrete mixer. Heavy, swirling churns, mixed with an undeniable bubbling. They moved along with the motions of Mercedes’ hands, the delicate little things pushing Dorothea’s gut this way and that, manipulating it masterfully. Despite how hard it was, the belly moved like water under Mercedes’ oiled touch… Lysithea couldn’t even recall where the little bottle of oil had come from, but she had some… Suspicions.

Either way, it wouldn’t be long now. Dorothea had stopped eating, simply letting her belly stew up what it’d consumed already, letting it steadily swell up in her lover’s touch, moaning as she arched her back, and Mercedes whispered something that the camcorder couldn’t quite pick up. The amount of dirty talk these two had subjected Lysithea to was almost enough to make the little woman sick, but given what they were… Well, it was to be expected, really. A-And it wasn’t like Lysithea wasn’t enjoying it, to an extent…

The time seemed to have finally come, as Doro’s belly pushed outward just an inch further, and a visible bulge traveled its way up the lusty demon’s throat. She slapped both hands over her mouth, her cheeks looking like those of a chipmunk who had overprepared for the coming winter. However, Mercedes didn’t stop her assault, even as her girlfriend… Wife? Whatever. Even as Dorothea was on the verge of breaking open, releasing everything she’d worked so hard to build up, Mercedes just kept poking, prodding, slapping… Then, finally, when Doro clenched her eyes shut, a little squeak coming from her overloaded throat, Mercedes wrapped an arm around Doro’s waist and pulled her close, smashing the faces of their guts together, and allowing their navels to kiss.

GgWWwRrrrRRrRRRROoOoOOOOoOOOUuUUuUUUURRRRRRNNNH!~

The straw that broke the camel’s back…

And boy, what a load that camel was carrying.

GHOUUUUUUUUUUU-WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAP!~

H-Hooohh, my gahd…~

The belch was unleashed right into Mercedes’ face, the “Nun”’s hair rippling in the biological breeze that bathed her in memories of everything Doro had consumed all night long. Lysithea could almost feel it from all the way back where she was standing…~ And even after the initial burst tapered off, the burps didn’t stop. Little, rapid fire things… Quick half burps, half hiccups… Even some of the longer variety, which sounded like they were forcing their way out of Dorothea–like her very soul was trying to escape through her mouth.~

… Do demons even have souls? Whatever, didn’t matter. What did matter was how Dorothea’s tongue lolled right out of her mouth, letting each burp roll out as if they were coming off a red carpet. What spectacular premieres they all were, too…~

Dorothea soon put that tongue too good use, suddenly wrapping her leg around Mercedes’ and pulling her even closer, her hands sweeping around the bloated nun’s tum and diving straight for her ass, taking two good handfuls–more than handfuls, the flesh spilled through the gaps in Doro’s fingers as if she’d just tried to grab big balls of uncooked dough–as her lips met Mercedes’. Her spaded tail flicked in the air a few times as they moaned into each other's mouths, then it began to slip between the gap in their legs, heading for-

“Dear,” Mercedes said, breaking the kiss and giving a quick burp now that it would end up on Doro’s face instead of in it. “I don’t think that kind of thing is appropriate at the moment. We’re guests, after all.”

Dorothea was panting, her eyelids heavy. Even after unleashing that monster of a burp, her middle hadn’t really deflated all that much. It had become noticeably more squishy–all the empty room that burp had cleared up–but the overall size hadn’t changed much at all. Doro brought a hand to it, rubbing it as it gently gurgled against her touch. A drastic change compared to the roars that had been coming from it before.

Overall, Dorothea appeared to be in a stupor. But one she was quickly trying to break herself from. She blinked again and again, cleared her throat.

“Y-Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She turned to face Lysithea, her belly glistening in the low light of the kitchen from all the oil it’d been doused in… Her thighs glistened for a slightly different reason. “My apologies, Lysithea. It seems the two of us have… Gotten away from ourselves, just a bit.”

“Oh? The both of us?” Mercedes smirked devilishly, something quite uncharacteristic for the usually rather sweet woman. “Dear, I believe you were the one who shoved two liters of whipped cream up your rump to keep yourself from farting.”

Doro’s tail went stiff, her eyes wide. “W-Well, you didn’t have to come out and say it like that right in front of our summoner…” She crossed her arms in the space between bust and belly, her cheeks going red.

What did she think I assumed she was doing with those cans?

Mercedes sided up to her companion–Lysithea took delight in seeing how their tummies now touched at the sides when she did so–and wrapped an arm around her waist yet again in order to give Dorothea’s belly some more love. Having both of these women–these succubi, these absolutely glutted masters of the tum-arts–standing before her, side-by-side, staring right at her… It was almost enough to make Lysithea’s knees buckle on the spot.

She hadn’t been doing alright for a while now. Since well before Dorothea’s burp, the purpose of the night’s events had shifted in Lysithea’s mind; from data collection to… Well… “Material” collection. It could be both, after all! There were porn-y sex-ed videos… Don’t ask how Lysithea knew that.

Lysithea stepped back as both women took a slow step towards her.

“It’s fine, dear. I don’t think the two of us should try and hide anything from our cute little summoner.~” Mercedes said, her sweet voice dripping with a different sort of honey. “The point of all this is to help her improve her own capabilities, after all. And I do believe we’ve done quite the demonstration of our own…” Another step forward, timed with a pat to the side of both women’s guts from Mercedes. Then another.

Then another.

Dorothea’s expression changed from looking a bit puzzled… To clearly mischievous.

I’m gonna die. The words repeated in Lysithea’s head, with varying levels of sincerity behind them. Surely they weren’t actually going to kill Lysithea–it was well known in occult circles that old stories about succubi stealing souls were nothing but myths. But that look in their eyes… That glimmer. Just what are they gonna do to me?!

“I-I’m a virgin!” Lysithea blurted out, then cringed as a wave of heat came to her face. Why did I say that?!

The devilish duo simply gave a few soft laughs in return.

“Aw, Lysithea, it’s not that, darling. Don’t worry. You summoned us to help you,” Lysithea abruptly felt her back hit something, then her heels. A wall. Stupid; she’d cornered herself in her own home! A-And then, to make matters worse… Mercedes and Dorothea used their tummies to pin her against it. They looked down upon her as she squirmed between their bloated bellies, soft smiles on their faces and a sort of fire in their eyes. “And so, that’s just what we’ll do.~” Mercedes sealed it with a small burp, then settled her hand atop Lysithea’s head and gave it a little pat.

Lysithea had never been more terrifyingly aroused in her entire life.

Mercedes backed away, leaving Dorothea’s warm, malleable tummy alone to keep Lysithea trapped in place against the cold wall behind her. She straightened out her outfit, making sure the flaps atop her breasts were keeping her minorly decent, now that her belly had forced the orbs upwards like a bra they desperately needed. The C-string could hardly be seen anymore, giving the illusion that Mercedes was nearly n-nude, looking heavily pregnant and prepared to birth the spawn of whatever lord she served…~

I really am gonna die. Of horny.

“I’ll go and round up” Mercedes gave her belly a long, circular rub as she spoke. “All the things left on the table. You go through the fridge and see what little pickings we have at our disposal. Alright, my love?” The two women looked as if they were about to kiss yet again, but settled for a set of shared smiles, and gentle nods.

And a whisper. Just as Mercedes was about to walk away. Lysithea could barely make it out over the sounds of all the tummies in the room–even her own–but she finally managed to hear what they’d been whispering about.

“Not too rough, not too much food at once. Just like we planned, love.”

They’re gonna stuff me. Lysithea went cold, despite the overwhelming warmth of the delightful tummy keeping her prisoner. Oh god. I’m gonna burst, aren’t I? So anxious… But how could she not be? She would’ve exploded long before she consumed even a quarter of what Dorothea had–and she’d eaten less than Mercedes!

One of Lysithea’s last bits of comfort was swept away as Dorothea plucked the camcorder from her grasp and turned the lens to face her instead.

“No need to record us anymore. Time for a bit of in-person instruction, Lysithea.~”

Lysithea hoped the camera didn’t capture just how aroused she was. It’d be so cringy to go back through this footage, and find herself constantly on the brink of losing it.

Oh, who was she kidding. She could feel how hard she was panting in her chest; it wasn’t like her own ears were deaf to the little, pitiful moans she was giving either as she squirmed beneath Dorothea’s hefty gut. She wanted this all along, deep down, and now that she was getting it, it scared her so much it was unreal.

“J-Just how much are you gonna feed me? Did she say not to be rough? H-How rough does she mean? A-As I explained, I can’t eat very much, so please-”

Dorothea shushed her, putting a finger to her lips and her other hand to her cheek. An almost motherly expression, for a woman who was looking quite motherly indeed.

“It’ll be alright. We’re not gonna hurt you. Well, it might hurt, but you will be fine. We’re just gonna try and get that tummy stretched out a little, nothing to worry about.~ You’re gonna look back at this footage and smile, remembering how little your tummy used to be.” She stroked Lysithea’s cheek as she spoke, her gentle smile reassuring, even when a gurgle caused her to bite her lip for a moment.

For all of Lysithea’s fears, and all of her worries regarding these two… They’d been nothing but supportive and kind so far. What did she have to fear? A little tummy ache? That was nothing new. And if these two could help her overcome that–so that instead of lying in bed, clutching her little, tiny bump in agony, she could instead finish a whole pie and have room for seconds…

Well then… She couldn’t wait.~

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[EXCLUSIVE/UNFINISHED STORY] Rock-A-Belly

(So. This story is a bit of a mess, lol. It was based off a very simple concept: What if a rockstar hottie belched really loud on stage one time, and decided to use it in her music afterwards? From there it unraveled, and turned into a whole thing about this dude who is in love with her, and, quite frankly, too much damned detail into shit that just doesn't matter. It was also supposed to be my first realistic stuffing story, and was written before any of my other OC stories. So, technically, it's also my first OC story. I doubt it'll ever be finished, but if you guys like the concept enough and think I should give it another go, let me know. I hope you find some kind of enjoyment out of it nonetheless, lol.)

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Ed sat in a nearly empty pub, sipping on his rum and coke with his back hunched over, his elbows propped up on the bar in front of him. It was around ten-thirty last he’d checked, around ten minutes ago if he had to guess, and this drink was probably gonna be his last one. Hard to drum with a nasty hangover stabbing you in the brain.

He wasn’t even at the bar to get drunk in the first place. He just enjoyed the atmosphere of this dingy, run down bar operated by a woman who looked like she could kick his ass in about seventy different ways. It was better to wind down after a show and watch some garbage TV here than in his spotless hotel room if you asked him. Even if most of his other bandmates would’ve already gone to bed by now.

One hadn’t, though. Ed was sure of that, it was the reason he’d been bothering to pay attention to the television at all. Coming up after this shitty dime-a-dozen cop show was the “Too-Late Show” with some clean cut celebrity that Ed had never bothered to remember. Normally Ed wouldn’t have cared about such a show, and would’ve just retired back to his room like the bassist and rhythm guitarist had. But Ed had special interest in the starring guest of tonight’s program.

The show began just how Ed had expected it to, with roaring applause from the audience, no doubt due to a light telling them to cheer just off camera, followed by a few minutes of stand up style “Comedy” from the middle aged woman on the screen. Seeing Ed’s grimace, the bartender offered to change the channel. Though Ed quickly informed her that he actually wanted to watch the screen he’d been scowling at, and with a confused look, the older lady sat the remote back down behind the bar.

Ed pushed through a few other segments and interviews with influencers and big name celebrities, then the host finally announced that it was time for the special guest to make her appearance. She pushed her way past the red velvet curtains blocking the soundstage from the rest of the production, wearing the band’s signature getup of a pinstripe suit and pants, both of which hugged her curves in a way that Ed couldn’t look away from. Fuck, he felt like slapping himself for that. That was his lead singer, Natalie Ramone; he should’ve had a more professional, or at least friendly, view of her in his mind.

Ed hadn’t been with Devourer for long. He’d been brought in to replace their former drummer, who split with them amicably in order to pursue a solo career. The fandom’s reception to a wild, vibrant haired, young and spry drummer being replaced by an older one with slicked back, black hair and a full beard had been… Mixed, shall we say. That was Nat’s reason for going on the show in the first place, to assure the fans that their sound wouldn’t be changing even if their drummer had.

Or, at least, that had been the plan. From the looks of it, Nat had downed a few before going on air. It wasn’t like she was a mess or anything, but she’d stumbled on her walk over to the plush chair next to the host’s desk, and it took her just a second too long to respond to her questions.

A few had been related to the band, sure. If they were planning on changing things up with their new album, how they’d picked Ed out from all of their potential candidates to replace the last drummer. But the interviewer seemed more focused on getting clips out of Nat than she did actually asking her any meaningful questions.

Things like if she’d had any fun stories from this tour so far, her favorite restaurant she’d eaten at on the road, how she managed to stay so gorgeous despite traveling all around the US on a bus with shitty AC. Nat’s eye twitched subtly at that last one. Ed might’ve been new, but even he knew that asking Nat about things like her makeup or making a point of talking about her beauty at all, really, irked her to no end. She preferred to talk about what came out of her lips, not what shade she was wearing on them.

It seemed that Nat didn’t mind answering, since she was on live TV in front of millions of people, but she still had a bit of a grumble in her voice as she spoke.

“Well, ahem.” She cleared her throat and sat up straight in her chair, lightly gripping its armrests. “I really do my best to get some good sleep in. It can be pretty dam- dang hard to do when you’re sleeping on a bunk with a big hairy dude snoring right below you, but it’s important if you wanna look your best in front of a crowd of thousands of people.”

Said hairy dude would be Ed. The tour bus they’d often sleep in had two bunks in the back on each side; which meant that no matter what, someone would always be sleeping on top of somebody else. Ed had always been a bit of a bad bedfellow, and now everyone in America knew it. He tried his best to hide his blush by raising his glass to his lips and taking a long swig.

Nat brushed a crimson highlight of her mid-back length hair out of her eyes, then continued on. “So, I do things to help me sleep. I don’t drink, take sleeping pills, none of that stuff.” Nat chuckled for a second, shooting the audience a look before continuing. “Uh, some of you more attentive fans out there might’ve seen a clip of me burping into the mic on stage.” Nat covered her mouth with her hand, letting a little laugh out into it as a few audience members followed in her footsteps.

Saying that “A few” of them might’ve seen it was an understatement. It had been a slow news day following the night of the burp incident, and so Nat’s jet-black-and-red haired face had been plastered all over every TV and smartphone screen in the country as she belted out something other than their typical punk rock lyrics. Nat hadn’t really been too embarrassed by the coverage, and even played into it by chugging a beer on stage at their next show. The resulting belch had been even louder than the original one, and led nicely into one of their songs which started out with a growling screech. Ed didn’t think he’d ever heard an audience cheer louder.

“Well, that happened because of one of the things I like to do. I was pregaming that night, but still, anyway. I kind of, like… Eat myself to sleep, if that makes sense?” Nat looked over to the host, who responded with a nod. “Basically, after every show, I have the organizers come and bring a fuckton of takeout food and stuff to the dressing room. Then I just kinda pig out until I get sleepy and burn the calories at the next show.” Nat hadn’t even registered that she’d said the “Mother of them all” until the audience began “Oooooh”-ing. Once she did, she laid her ringed fingers back over her lips. A muffled “Whoops.” came out afterwards, followed by a swift cut to commercial break.

Ed chuckled, finishing off his drink and paying the bartender, with a little extra bit of a tip for letting him watch nearly twenty minutes of trash TV in order to get to that golden moment. He stood and began to walk back to his hotel, which was only a few blocks away. He was quite the burly man–having played the drums for a living since he was fifteen years old–so he was confident that no wannabe punks would be coming around to try and mug him on his way back through the dim streetlight.

He got to thinking about what Nat had been saying towards the end of the interview as he walked. She would always take the dressing room for herself after every show, true. But Ed always assumed that she’d done it in order to take off her makeup, change out of her suit and tie, that sort of thing. The thought that she’d be in there pigging out on a ton of chinese food hadn’t even crossed his mind. Though, if it helped her sleep through his bear-like snoring, he didn’t mind having to walk all the way back to the bus or hotel in order to change.

Something soft suddenly wrapped itself around Ed’s arm, and he began to jerk it away before he caught a glimpse of a streak of red just below his chin.

“Hey dork.” Nat said, staring up at him. Ed just loved that nickname, given to him because of his uncharacteristic affinity for a good campaign of D&D. “That sucked.”

“Seemed like it.” Ed responded, looking down at her without bowing his head. “You mind letting go? You even wearing a bra under there?”

Natalie scoffed. “Of course I am! What, you think I’m just gonna walk out on stage and bounce around like some fuckin’ bimbo? Here,” She hugged even tighter onto Ed’s arm, her twins wrapping around his forearm. “Feel it now?”

Ed just rolled his eyes and shook his head, letting a hearty laugh break from his lips. According to their bassist, Jeremy, Nat just loved messing around with the new guys. Ed had been with Devour for just around three months now, and he’d already woken up with cat whiskers drawn on his cheek, had the salt in the shakers replaced with sugar, and received a bunch of texts of Nat wearing his clothes and calling him a “Fucking neanderthal” as they hung limply off of her. Also according to Jeremy, Nat had never done anything like that last “Prank” before.

Nat smirked at his laughs, then backed off of his poor arm. “Told you.” She sighed and kicked her feet against the concrete as she walked. “You mind if I tag along with you back to the Hilton? Have a big strong man around to protect me on the way?”

Ed blew a raspberry. Yeah right; as if he hadn’t seen her break two noses in one night after a couple of “Fans” decided to make a moshpit at a post-punk show and group up on people in the audience.

“Whatever you say lady.”

• -

Nat allowed Ed to open the door to his room for her, and slid past him with a nod. Apparently, somehow, their dogshit booking company had managed to only reserve three rooms. Which meant that Nat and Ed would be bunking up yet a-fucking-gain. Nat wouldn’t have minded if they hadn’t also forgotten to tell the organizers to order the food she needed after she’d finished with that embarrassment of an interview.

Holy shit, she needed to cool off. Nat was good at keeping her emotions bottled up, but she was sure that at least her eyelids were twitching or something by now. She walked over and planted her ass on the bed, undoing the buttons on her suit jacket and letting it fall off her arms and onto the bed behind her. Edd approached just as soon as she was finished, a can of beer in one hand, a soda in the other. She took the soda and cracked it open. Beer was gross, made her belch too much.

“So I’m taking the…” Ed paused to look around the tiny room, finding that the only other piece of furniture in the room was a desk chair seated in front of the aforementioned desk. “... Floor, then?”

Nat pulled the soda away from her lips, shaking her head slowly and holding a burp down. “Fuckin’ pricks… I’ll give you the pillows at least, not letting you sleep on that dirty-ass carpet.” Natalie was one-hundred percent going to have a long talk with their record label on their bus ride tomorrow.

Grrrrow…~

Natalie groaned, resting a hand on her stomach and grimacing. She hadn’t eaten since lunch in anticipation of her big, food-coma inducing meal at the end of the day. She was kicking herself for that now, but what was she gonna do about it? Go out at midnight and pick up some takeout from all of the shops that would surely still be open? Eat a fuckin’ pillow?

“You hungry?” Ed asked, wiping his beer mustache away with his sleeve.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock…” Nat said, and immediately regretted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come off so bitchy. It’s just…” She sighed again. “First I mess up in front of millions of people, then I come back and find out that we’ve been royally screwed over. Plus, I’m hangry as hell.” Nat took another long swig of her (Root) beer, then sat it on the nightstand and flopped backwards into her jacket. “Just wanna go to sleep.”

“Aw, come on now.” Ed sat next to her, patting her on the knee a couple times. “The interview wasn’t that bad. Hell, they’re probably the ones who’ll end up getting in trouble for not bleeping you.”

Nat’s eyes shot open and she sprung upright. “T-They didn’t fuckin’ bleep it?"

Ed just chuckled and shook his head with his lips pursed. Nat didn’t know whether she should be embarrassed or proud. On one hand, she’d just broken a bullshit rule that was outdated by about sixty years. On the other, she’d be getting DMs from zealots telling her how she was trying to turn their kids into devil worshippers by saying the fuck word on TV for months.

She collapsed back again, letting out an extended grunt and folding a forearm over her eyes. Slowly, however, the grunting and groaning broke into laughter. “Fuck, I’m so stupid! I even caught myself when I was about to say 'Damn' and everything. That’s not even the part of “Goddamn” that they bleep!” Nat whined while she laughed, with Ed graciously accompanying her.

Rrrrouuu…~

“Shut up.” She said, poking a finger into her concealed belly. It squished in just a little; Nat never claimed to be a skinny girl. Though she was internally grateful that most of her fat had settled in places that most guys and gals would enjoy.

“I can go out and get you some stuff.” Ed said, crunching his empty beer can.

Nat peeked out from behind her arm, expecting to find him smiling at her. Nope, straight faced. Not joking.

“Nah man. It’s like, almost twelve-thirty. We gotta be on the road in like six hours.” Nat’s tummy seemingly disagreed with her, letting out a hollow sounding, airy growl which reverberated off of the small room’s walls.

“Nat, I watched the interview. I heard what you said about my snoring.” Natalie went pale, a sharp pain hitting her in the chest. She slid her arm off of her face and used both of them in order to prop herself up. She knew that she shouldn’t have said that. Damn her drunk brain, even if the walk over had sobered her up. “I heard what you said about eating enough to conk out too. Kind of a weird way to go about it, but if it works, it works.”

Okay, at least he didn’t seem mad. Natalie was worried that she’d have to spend the night not only with a man whose normal voice sounded like he was imitating a bear's growl, and whose snores sounded like the real thing, but that she’d have to spend the night with him upset with her as well. Having him mad at her was the last thing she ever wanted, and not because she was scared of him; she wasn’t. Natalie puffed a sigh out of her nose in relief.

“I don’t mind Nat, really. I’ll just go walk around for a little and see what I can find that’s still open. And even if we’ve gotta be up soon, it isn’t like you’re gonna be getting much sleep otherwise.” Ed laid a gentle hand on her thigh, though Nat had enough time to see it coming in order to keep her breath from hitching. “You can even get some shuteye while I’m gone.”

Nat wanted to say no. She really did. It would’ve been shitty of her to make him go out this late for her. But he was right, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep, and she was too anxious to go out alone at night in a big city. She thought about telling him to just forget about it, that she didn’t mind staying up. That was an obvious lie, and she knew he’d respond by saying that their frontwoman needed her sleep.

“Fine. But I’m paying for it, take my-” She reached into one of her pants pockets, finding it empty. “Uh.” Then the other; same thing. “Shit!” She scrambled off of the bed, sticking her hands down her interior back pockets, making Ed turn his head. Nothing. Her wallet wasn’t there, she’d left it on the damned bus.

Ed chuckled, standing from the bed and pulling his own wallet from his pocket. “So I’m payin’ then?”

Nat stared at him for a moment, her hands still down in the ass of her pants. She quickly pulled them out, not wanting to look like she was fondling herself in front of him, then crossed them underneath her chest.

“Yeah, you’re fuckin’ payin’...” She said, defeated, then plopped back down on the bed. "Sorry, stupid rookie mistake. Can't believe this shit…"

Ed turned with a smile. "Don't worry about it, I don't mind. Lucky for you, your elder can keep track of where he leaves his shit." He said with a bit of a mocking tone, then walked over to the door, waving goodbye with his wallet and peeking over his shoulder in order to speak to her. “Be back in a bit!”

Nat flipped him the bird. “Oh, please hurry back!” She said, in her best “Damsel in distress” voice. “I’ll miss you so much!”

Ed rolled his eyes with a smirk as he passed the threshold. A second later Natalie heard the door clicking shut. She waited for a moment, then grumbled to herself and gathered up her jacket. She took it and hung it on the back of the desk chair, then dove onto the bed as if she were a professional swimmer.

“Fuckin’ dork…” She said with a smile, resting her head against a pillow and allowing her eyes to close… Just for a sec…

• -

Nat felt something touching her arm. Her eyes were shut tight, and she didn’t really feel like opening them. But when the thing started shaking her, it crossed a line. Her eyes flew open, staring down at the hairy hand on her upper arm. Connected to it was a heavyset, burly man wearing a black button up and pinstripe suit pants. He had a short yet thick beard on his face, hiding his lips almost completely, and his hair would’ve been on the longer side for a dude if he hadn't kept it slicked back all the time.

Natalie’s eyebrows curled in anger at being woken up, then promptly uncurled once her eyes registered that Ed had returned. Seemingly empty handed.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead.” Ed said, crossing his arms as his bassy voice tickled Nat’s inner ear and sent a slight shiver down her spine. “I’m back with your stuff. Though, uh, I don’t know how happy you’re gonna be with it.”

Natalie rolled over onto her back and quickly sat up, blowing a few stray strands of hair out of her mouth. She sat cross-legged on the bed, looking around to see what Ed had so kindly ran out and gotten her. It only took a few seconds for her eyes to lock onto the convenience store bags taking up every last bit of space on the table diagonally facing the bed. She held back a disappointed sigh, though the emotion came out instead as a long blink as she looked up into the much taller man’s eyes.

“Thanks. But, like… Those are Seven-Eleven and Wawa bags.” She pointed to them, as if Ed hadn’t been the one to haul them into the room in the first place. “I know this is kinda a smaller city, but are you really telling me they don’t even have a fuckin’ McDonalds?”

Ed shrugged. “They do, of course. Can’t go two steps in America without walking into one of those clown houses. But the one I went to was backed out the door.” Ed walked over to the chair and grunted as he sat down in it. “Wanna guess whose shirts the people in line were wearin’?”

“Ours, yep, got it. Makes sense, I guess. There were a fuckton-” Nat took a second to cringe as the word left her mouth. “-Of people at the show. Makes sense that they’d go out for a quick bite after the fact.” She scooted over to the bottom edge of the bed, unintentionally taking the comforter of the bed with her due to the fact that she refused to lift her rump from the mattress. “Even still, no takeout places?”

Ed shook his head at that, and Nat scoffed. “Believe me, I looked. Searched on Google and everything. Boggles me how this place can have a full on stadium, and yet no chinese or indian places in sight.” He reclined in his chair, letting one arm hang off the back of it. “This was the best I could do, I promise you.”

He did seem genuine… And for all of the “Pranks” that Nat had pulled on him, he’d never even tried anything in retaliation. She doubted that, if he was willing to go out in the dead of night in order to get her something to eat, he’d also intentionally get her the shittiest stuff imaginable on purpose. Ed just wasn’t that kinda guy. With a slight smile, Natalie pushed herself off the bed. The resulting pop from her knee made her wince for a second. She was only twenty-five; was her body really already falling apart like Ed’s? Ed was old! He was, like, thirty!

Ed smirked at her as she had a bit of a momentary internal crisis, tapping his fingers against the back of his chair and blowing an amused huff out of his nose. She growled at him, rolling her eyes. “Shut it, dork.” She walked right past him, grabbing as many of the bags as she could and turning-

Oh fuck. They were heavy! So goddamn heavy! Nat was used to carrying around hefty loads: what with being a guitarist, and the four-pound weights strapped to her chest. But these bags felt like the type of shit she’d see those tryhards at the gym struggling to lift. She huffed, pursing her lips and doing her best to not let Ed see her fighting to stay upright. It obviously didn’t work, as he quickly scooped the handles of the bags out of her grip and walked out in front of her.

He’d also grabbed up the ones she’d left behind on the desk. In total there were five, three in his dominant, right hand, two in his left. It was no easy task for him to carry them either. The veins on his arms were popping out, the definitions of his muscles bulging through his skin. He grunted, then lifted them higher in order to sit them in the center of the bed. After all was said and done, he clapped his hands against each other and turned to Nat.

“Sorry about that. You shoulda just let me carry them. Y’know, ‘cause…” He paused, flexing his right arm. Though the cracking of his elbow betrayed the machismo he was trying to pull off, causing him to grab it and break into pained laughter. “Ah-hah-ow, fuck me.”

Nat blew a raspberry, then drank up the schadenfreude from seeing this big, manly man~ be brought low by a simple bone popping. “Aw, my heeeeroooo!” Nat skipped over, patting him on the back while he remained hunched over in pain. “I dunno what I’d do without you, dork. Things would definitely be a lot more boring.”

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up. Five more years and you’ll be falling apart just like me. Don’t think I forgot your knee’s little squeal of pain.” Ed smiled up at her, though she just waved him off.

“My knee popped because- fuckin’, look at me!” She backed away, then quickly twirled around in order to give Ed a good 360 view of her curvy body packed into a button up and suit pants. “If you had to lug all this shit around all day, your bones’d be creaking all the damn time!”

Ed finally straightened his back, reminding Nat that he was a full head-and-a-half taller than the 5’2 punk that she was. “Dude, I weigh like a hundred pounds more than you do. I don’t think you get to play that card.”

Nat was about to say something witty about how he was calling her fat proportionally, but couldn’t manage to break through the fog that having him towering above her had sent pouring into her mind. Instead, she just let out a smug “Hmph!” and dropped back down onto the bed. One of the bags tipped over once she had, spilling out a bunch of snack-sized chip bags and various candies. Most of it was your standard fare; though one, tubular shaped thing caught Nat’s attention, pushing a gasp up her throat as she dived right for it.

“Oh my god, are you shitting me? I thought they stopped making this stuff when I was a kid!” In her trembling hands she held the nectar of the gods.

In sour apple form.

It was a gooey, thick candy that she remembered fondly from her early years; she'd even incorporated it into the lyrics of one of their songs. She remembered it being made by some gum company, and this definitely looked like an off brand. But she did not give a shit in the slightest. She unscrewed the cap on the “Ooze Tube” with her teeth, then stuck the bulb-shaped opening into her mouth and squeezed.

“Mph!” She squealed, her eyes rolling back, the corners of her mouth curling upwards just a tad. It was every bit as good as she remembered. The sour from the sour apple was palpable, but not overpowering the sickly sweetness that came from what was almost surely just flavored corn syrup. It coated her teeth, stuck to the roof of her mouth, hid underneath her tongue, and she was loving every last second of it.

Memories of spring break, her mom giving her a couple of bucks to go walk down to the nearby Marathon and pick out any snack she’d like in return for doing all of her chores before she got home from work, road trips with her brothers… It was odd how little things could affect her in large ways.

But just as it had begun, it ended. Nat found herself rolling the tube as if it were toothpaste, desperate to get just a drop more out of the holy receptacle. Alas, it was for naught. Nat chose to be glad that she’d gotten to take a trip down memory lane with her favorite candy ever, instead of being sad that she’d run out of it. That made it even more special, she supposed.

Now that the tube was dry, she tossed it away, letting it slide off of the opposite side of the nightstand and into the carpeted floor. Nat sighed, shaking her head. “I could drink ten gallons of that stuff, and still want more.”

“So I take it you’re not upset anymore?” Ed cocked an eyebrow at her, having watched her down the entire tube before making the decision to retire back to his chair.

“Remains to be seen. If these bags’ve got more shit like that though, I’ll let you take the fuckin’ bed.” She giggled, then grabbed up another bag and rooted around for more.

Cheetos, chex, little cups of cereal, Slim Jims and beef jerky abound… Instant fucking mashed potatoes? “What? Who stops at a gas station and says ‘Oh, yeah, I’d really like some goddamned mashed potatoes right now?’” Nat cracked up, tossing the mini-mash cup aside and looking through piles of instant noodles and mac and cheese.

Eventually, she settled on a bar of bland, waxy chocolate. People liked to say that pizza was like sex. “Even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good” and all that. Well, Nat had suffered through some pretty damned lousy sex, and pizzas that had both olives and pineapples on them; but if the saying was about chocolate, she would’ve been more inclined to agree.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I kinda ended up shooting myself in the foot by not asking you about the kinds of stuff you like.” Ed said, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t wanna text or call and wake you, so I just bought a bunch of shit. Nearly one of each snack and shitty instant food those two places had, I think. There should be some drinks and stuff in there too: those Smirnoff things you like and all that.” Ed chuckled. “Didn’t even have to card myself, the kid working the register knew who I was. Gave me one hell of a death-stare too…” His head dropped in order to let him get a good look at the shitty carpet of their tiny room.

Nat swallowed the last square of chocolate just as Ed had finished talking. She felt bad. Really bad. They’d handled Ed’s joining of the band terribly. First came the rumors that their last drummer had left because he and Nat had broken up, when they’d never been going out in the first place. Then, once they revealed Ed as the replacement, people started saying that he was the guy she’d cheated on the former drummer with.

Obviously, none of that was true. Nat may have teased around with the others in the band, but she never once made an actual advance on them before Ed joined. To her, the rumors were offensive, nonsensical, and mean spirited. So she, and thus the band, chose to ignore them, hoping that the fire would burn itself out. But over time, the quiet voices became louder, and the fire spread as if it had ignited a pile of dead grass. This whole tour was really just an excuse to try and crush the gossip with their sound, and it seemed to be working. But hearing stories like that from Ed, which were far more common than she’d like, still hurt.

Ed suddenly looked up at her. His eyebrows drooped, and he leaned forward in his chair. “Uh, Natalie? You alright girl?”

Nat sniffled. Fuck. She’d gotten so caught in her own head that she hadn’t even registered the tear rolling down her cheek.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She wiped it away, taking a deep inhale and dragging the bag over to sit beside her thighs. “Just, y’know. Allergies are killing me. Didn’t you hear Suzi talking about how bad the pollen is here?”

Suzi was the rhythm guitarist of Devourer, Nat’s half sister, the runt of both her family and the band, and she had infamously terrible allergies. They’d needed to stop a show for a bit one time because Suzi kept sneezing and fucking up her strums. It had become a bit of a running gag in their fandom that any time a show had to be delayed or canceled, it was because of Suzi’s allergies.

Nat’s weren’t quite as bad, though they were still present. And luckily, Ed seemed to buy the excuse. “Shoulda told me. They had Claritin or some shit at the Walgreens I went to.”

Nat pulled a bag of Funyuns free from the overstuffed bag and popped it open, then cocked her head at Ed with a smirk. “Walgreens? Fuck kinda food were you trying to buy at a Walgreens?”

Ed shook his head, sitting back in his chair. “Nah, I just forgot to bring some condoms from the last place. Left them in the hotel room.”

Nat froze with a ring halfway in her mouth. She flushed a tiny bit as she bit down into it and began to chew. “O-Oh. I shee.” She said with her mouth full, her lips corners threatening to twitch into a grin.

Ed nodded solemnly a few times, then began to crack up. He chortled for a bit, then sighed. “I’m just fucking with you. I wanted some Tylenol, bought some of those little travel packs.” He crossed his arms. “No time for that kinda stuff on the road anyway. And besides, who am I gonna get with? I wouldn’t dare touch most of the chicks who come to our shows, most come driving their parents’ car.” And thus the deep, rumbling chuckles resumed.

‘... Me?’ Nat thought; though she would have preferred a bolt of lightning to come from the heavens and strike her dead rather than to say it out loud.

“Yeah, you got me. Your turn to do the yuckin’.” She placed the corner of the small bag against her lips, then upturned it, letting the crumbs and broken bits pour into her mouth. Then she giggled when a lightbulb flashed in her head as she chewed. “But yer not gunna be doin’ any fuckin’!” She was proud of that one. Good rhyme, good timing, contextual: good all round.

Ed didn’t mind it either, another huff coming from him, his smile barely visible through his beard. His arms relaxed, then dropped to rub his knees. “What are you, twelve?”

“Plus seven, baybee! Fuck yeah, I love math.” She had to wait until she was done chuckling in order to swallow.

“Uh… You know that’d make you nineteen, right?” Ed paused as Nat finally finished gulping down the last bit of onion flavored mush. “Pretty sure your driver’s license says you’re twenty-five. Or did you just flash your tits at that bartender the other night? Y’know, when you got that whole bottle of Fireball for yourself?”

Nat scoffed, crumpling up the bag of Funyuns and tossing it at Ed’s head. “Prick.”

Though he did have a point. Math had never been Nat’s strongest subject, but if 12 + 7 somehow = 25 in her mind, then those Jager shots she downed before the interview might not’ve been out of her system yet after all.

Nat knew a good way to get them gone, however. Salt, protein and carbs had worked like a charm to kill any drunkenness she’d ever had in the past, and it was a good way to prevent a hangover too. So, after taking stock of her options, Natalie gathered up a bowl of instant noodles, a huge Slim Jim with an equally huge stick of processed “Cheese,” and some kettle cooked potato chips. Then she headed to the tiny kitchen to work her culinary magic.~

• -

Ed had watched Natalie try to chop up the Slim Jim and cheese with one of the plastic forks he’d brought back, only to give up and tear them apart with her bare hands. Then he’d watched as she assembled her hellish creation. She crushed up the chips a bit, then poured the salty, potatoey bits in with the uncooked noodles: immediately following that up with the torn up bits of overly processed meat and cheese. After shooting him a shit eating grin upon noticing the look of disgust on his face, Nat poured some hot water into the cardboard cup and set the microwave to go until the noodles would come out al dente.

“What? Did you forget that I was a college kid before Devourer of Norms got picked up?” Nat dropped to the floor, sitting with her legs crossed and rocking back and forth like an impatient child. “I’ve got all kinds of bootleg ass recipes in here.” She said, tapping her temple. “You don’t even wanna know about toilet nachos man.” Nat shuddered, though her stomach growled hungrily. Seemed it remembered them more fondly than Nat herself did.

“Uh, nah. If it’s anything like that mess you just ruined the microwave with, then probably not.” Ed cocked an eyebrow, noticing a foam of some sort forming in the rotating bowl inside of the nuke machine.

Nat clicked her tongue with a smirk. “Suit yourself man. You don’t know what you’re missing until you’ve had plain tortilla chips covered in pinto beans and american cheese.”

“Didn’t I just say I didn’t wanna know?”

Nat stood as the microwave began whining for attention. “And when has that ever stopped me before?” She stirred the horrendous looking and smelling mixture with her fork, then brought it over to the bed with her and used the nightstand there as a makeshift dining table. She brought a few noodles to her lips and slurped them up, sending them down without chewing at all. “Mmh, still as good as I remember!~ I was worried it wouldn’t have the same effect without boiling water in a kettle, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t.” She noticed Ed’s unbroken stink eye directed right at her and raised her fork to him. “Want some?”

Ed scoffed. “Not if it was the last thing on earth.” He paused, watching her slurp up more noodles coated in melty, plastic cheese. “Well, maybe if the only other thing left was a Twinkie or something.”

Nat grumbled with her mouth full of noodles, quickly bobbing her chin upwards in order to help her swallow faster. “Dude, I fuckin’ love Twinkies. You’d better put some respect on Hostess’ name right now.”

Ed shook his head. “Of course you love Twinkies. Eating a whole box of those things right after a show seems like just the kinda shit you’d do.”

Nat froze with a bite in her mouth after hearing this, quickly slurping up a noodle that had been sticking out just past her puckered lips. “You been peekin’ in tha dresshing roomb, fugger?” She said, then swallowed. Her stomach groaned after she did, dearly wishing that its owner would chew her food before making it its problem.

“What? No, I didn’t even know what you were doing in there before you talked about it with Sara-What’s-Her-Face on her plastic late night show.” Ed uncrossed his arms, sliding them in his pockets. “You always keep ‘em locked anyways, couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Mmh!” Nat pulled the bowl she’d been slurping soup out of away from her grinning lips. “How’d you- Urp!~ -know it was locked then?” She gave no attempt to excuse herself whatsoever. “D’you try the door?~ Huuuh?~”

Ed just scoffed and looked away from the succubus sitting across from him. Though he couldn’t conceal the little bit of redness on his cheeks.

“Oh my god! You did! Ha- Ourp!~" Nat's coy, teasing demeanor was undermined by a sudden gassy interruption. "Ough, Jesus. That was a rough one." Ed began to crack up at Nat's expense right away. "S-Shut up! Goddamn, you're so annoying." Nat growled, though Ed caught a glimpse of her slips curling into a smile just before she put the bowl back to her lips and drained what little remained of its contents.

When she lowered the empty bowl, she let a muffled burp puff out her cheeks, then slapped her free hand onto her stomach. It looked like it had rounded out a bit underneath Natalie’s form fitting button-up, like she’d cut a bowling ball in half and stuck it under her shirt. Though Ed could see that it wasn’t quite as solid as a bowling ball, rippling the tiniest bit as Nat softly patted it.

“Haah.~ The melty cheese sticking to the noodles, the beef jerky giving it just a little bit of a smokiness, and the kettle chips…” She paused, pursing her lips. “Well, honestly, the kettle chips don’t do much. They get soggy kinda fast. But at least they’re filling.~” Nat smiled down at her own stomach, drumming her fingers against it in a rhythm, one after the other.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Ed said, leaning forward. “So you’re full then? Guess I bought a little too much, huh? Got kinda carried away.” He nodded to the still-full bags of goodies he’d brought back from different gas stations and convenience stores and frowned. Nat turned her head to them as well.

Rrrroooowww…~

“Nope, still hungry.” She reached for the bag she’d been eating out of, cooing in delight when she found a package of sour straws waiting for her. “Oh hell yes, just what the doctor ordered.” She tore open the package with reckless abandon, causing sugar to go flying all. She dusted it off of her gothicc-professional styled clothing, then held one of the straws above her lips and slurped it in like the noodles that had come before it. Though, these would’ve been a bit too difficult to swallow whole, what with the crystalized sugar and citric acid coating them. So Nat took her time chewing it, then stuffed another in her mouth before she’d swallowed the first.

“Damn. I see why you need the dressing room all to yourself now. You’re too embarrassed to make an absolute pig of yourself in front of the rest of us.” Ed sat back, crossing one leg over the other. Natalie didn’t respond, too preoccupied with stuffing her face to care.

Once she’d finished off the sour snacks, that changed. “Yeah, well, at least I’m not the one trying to perv on girls who he should be looking up to.” She snapped, smiling all the while. “So why’d you try it anyway? Thought you’d catch a peek at my ass while I change out of these pants?” She slapped her ass lightly for effect, her stomach gurgling due to the impact as Ed averted his eyes.

“As if.” Ed said, tapping his foot to an imaginary, incessant, annoyed beat. “I lost a bet with Suzi. She bet that I couldn’t do a drum roll faster than she could strum. I agreed to the bet, we counted them up, and she beat me by ten.”

Nat tore open and poured a bag of jelly beans into her mouth, though the stupid, gorgeous grin on her face was still plain as day. Really shouldn’t be thinking of her like that, Ed… “You took a nineteen year old up on a bet? How old are you again? ‘Twelve?’” She said, imitating Ed from earlier in the night. It didn’t take long for her to move on from jellybeans to a small pack of cookies. “Bought a lotta sugary shit, Eddy. You tryin’ to plump me up? That how you like your women?”

Ed didn’t dignify that obvious tease with a response of any kind. He simply pumped his eyebrows at her and moved on. He rather enjoyed these little play-arguments they often shared. No one came out of them hurt, though there did always seem to be some kind of tension lingering in the air after each one. It was thick, like Nat’s thi- Fuck. Did it again.

It wouldn’t take much longer for her to fill up, surely. Her stomach was audibly gurgling through everything she’d already eaten; all the carbs, salt and sugar she’d apparently need in order to knock herself out. It visibly swelled outward just a hair when Nat finished off the cookies. Her shirt was starting to look a little tight, not to mention her pants. She had gained a muffin top from how much she’d eaten. It was pushing out against her belt and waistband, her upper belly poofing over it just a little bit. If Ed didn’t know any better, and couldn’t see how solid it was getting from the way it rippled less and less with each of Nat’s pats, he would’ve thought she was full on chubby instead of curvy.

Nat sighed, tossing her empty containers onto the nightstand and digging through a different bag. “Aha! Finally.” She pulled out one of those Smirnoff Ice drinks, the kind that were popular with white women from all societies and cultures. She popped the cap off of it, with help from her sleeve, then shoved the entire tip of the bottle past her lips and pointed it skyward.

The sweet liquid flowed out of its container like a whirlpool had opened up at the bottom of it–which wasn’t far from the truth. Nat was swallowing every few seconds, letting her cheeks bloat up with liquid before chugging it down in one big, audible gulp. She took big, heaving breaths through her nose, grunting involuntarily with each swallow.

It wasn’t long before she’d completely emptied the glass bottle, and she held it to her stomach along with her other hand in order to clutch both of its sides. Her gut was now sticking over her waistband by a few good inches–bloating out underneath her waistband a noticeable amount as well. She winced as a particularly nasty, wet sounding gurgle filled the air.

GurRooUoUuuuublh!~

She hiccuped right after, and Ed saw a concerning look in her eyes. He’d seen it hundreds of times in his life, especially whenever he and his pals would go out for drinks. Something was coming up Natalie’s throat, and it was too late for her to stop it. He bolted out of his chair, preparing to dash off and grab the garbage can from the bathroom, when-

BWAAAAAAAAAARP!~

-Natalie’s throat decided it couldn’t hold it anymore, sending the belch shooting up and out of her mouth and making her sound like some sort of demonic sheep. Ed broke up right away, walking over and sitting right next to Nat. It took a few seconds of rubbing her upset tum for Natalie to join him, but she eventually did.

“Damn, girl! We should’ve been recording that, could’ve played it at our next gig.” Ed poked her in the side, feeling how firm it was and drawing an unpleased groan from Natalie’s stretched insides.

“Careful dude. Contents under pressure here.” She giggled and patted her stomach for emphasis, the sound the impact of her hand made resembling a kickdrum. “God, I actually thought I was gonna hurl there. Don’t let me chug anything else, please.” She slid the bottle across the nightstand where it knocked off the empty tray of cookies like she was playing shuffleboard.

And her belly resembled one of the pucks you’d find in that game as well. If only they were larger. And a bit squishier; her pants were still digging into her... Still, the roundness was correct, at least. Even if it was a shitty metaphor.

The two of them shared some good laughs together, with Nat taking the time to relax her belly and allow it to settle. Once she’d gotten some good burps up, and mentioned that she didn’t quite feel like her pants were about to cut her in two anymore, she went back to digging for the good stuff.~

Dorothea and Mercedes succubus AU

(Hey there! This is a kind of silly story that came about because of a joke in a discord I'm in with some other tum writers/drawers. The basics are that it's a Fire Emblem: Three Houses AU where Lysithea is an occultist who is obsessed with bellies--taking from KiwiAnon's series--and Dorothea and Mercedes are a sapphic succubus couple she summons, who are known for their tum lust. Like I said, it's kinda silly, but I hope you enjoy what there is so far! Also lemme know any suggestions you have for it.)

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Lysithea was exhausted.

Hours and hours spent cooking, baking, and ordering enough takeout to feed an entire classroom full of hungry college kids would do that to a person, she supposed. No matter how many energy drinks they chugged down in order to keep their overworked body going. Ugh… Truth be told, she was even feeling kind of bloated from all of those sugary, taurine and caffeine filled drinks… So that was nice, at least.~

But she wasn’t all too interested in her own tummy at the moment. Well, technically she was. That was the entire reason she’d decided to do all of this in the first place after all–to better learn how she could improve her more… Gluttonous side. But in order to do that, she’d need a few other tummies to test and observe; to learn from, and see how best to tackle a feast of the magnitude she was surrounded by.

Cakes, pastries, steaks, cookies, Chinese, Thai, Mexican… Even Greek. Lysithea had pulled out all the stops for this occasion. No restaurant within a thirty mile radius had been spared from Lysithea’s all-out takeout spree. Lysithea didn’t know if it was because they thought she was scamming them, or if they simply thought she was crazy, but… They’d even begun warning each other about her calls after a certain point.~ As she’d found out, after that Jamaican place gave her name before she had a chance to respond to their inquiry.

But none of it was for her–aside from that yummy carne asada she ate a little while ago. No… You see… There was a reason that Lysithea had also purchased a rather unusually large amount of salt a week prior. And no, it wasn’t because she was planning to poison someone or build a bomb. Nothing as trivial and childishly foolish as that.

No. Instead, Lysithea found herself standing in a pentagram made of salt. One of her own creation. The occult was something much more mature.

With an old, tattered book in one hand–one which gave the description and rites of all sorts of demons and other various Hell-ghouls–and a raw steak in her other, Lysithea began chanting. An old ritual, meant to summon a pair of demons most frightful… Psh. If you’re a pastry, perhaps.

“O gulae dominae!” She began, waving the steak through the air with her eyes closed. She felt a chill run down her spine, a subtle light leaking through the crack in her eyelids… “Nunc veni ad me, et ventrem tuum donec disrumpant imple!”

There was a rumble, then a burst of energy that sent Lysithea stumbling backwards and out of the pentagram–and by some stroke of luck, she didn’t end up destroying the salt ring. Though she did take a rather rough tumble, and landed squarely on her rump with a thud… Ow…

Opening her eyes a crack, she realized that she’d dropped the steak in her fumbling as well. Though she didn’t focus on that for long, as she quickly noticed the thick smoke that had filled the room.

Then the twin figures in the smoke… The two… Rather curvaceous silhouettes.

Lysithea felt her heart thundering in her chest as she flattened her palms against the wooden floor below and used them to push herself upwards. Did it work? Did it really work?

Judging by the wet chomping sounds, and what looked like one of the figures licking its fingers one by one… As well as the distinct horns both sported, she figured that the summoning had indeed been a success.

“Mmh.~” Came a husky, sultry voice from within the fog. “Goodness. Haven’t had a tribute that yummy in a long while, eh Mercedes?~” One of the figures in the smoke scooted closer to the other, her chest pressing into the arm of the other silhouette.

“Oh, indeed…” This voice was rather… Sweet? It sounded like the voice of a mother–tender and kind, yet with an air of maturity behind it. It liked to hang on every final syllable for just a second too long… “I do so enjoy when the meat is still dripping. There’s nothing better than a steak, uncooked to perfection.~”

Both of the devilish women intertwined, and Lysithea saw their tails for the first time as they twirled together, settling in the form of a heart as their soft laughter filled the air, mixing with the sweet scents of Lysithea’s baking.

“Hm?” The one who went by “Mercedes” hummed, her head turning away from her companion and sniffing at the air. “My! Dorothea, I can hardly believe it. If it isn’t my very own recipes! Whoever our summoner is, they’ve certainly done their research.~”

“She, dear.” Dorothea replied, nodding to Lysithea. “I know the smell of your own sweets is rather distracting for you, but can you not smell the delicious femininity that has been radiating from her since the moment we arrived?~” Dorothea flashed a smile, which Lysithea was able to see for just a moment. The smoke was starting to dissipate…

“Oh, of course! How rude of us; you’ll have to excuse our lack of manners, dear summoner. It’s just that we don’t get called upon for our trademark skillset very often, and so we’re sort of… Giddy.” As if to prove her words correct, both women began chuckling at once–their laughter filling the air like a pair of schoolgirls whose crushes had just asked them out to prom.

Slowly, elegantly, the pair rose from the floor. Of nearly equal height, the two women were tall enough to tower over Lysithea. They’d probably be able to if I were standing as well… No surprise there. Hmph. Their tails whipped back and forth, their spaded tips helping to waft away the smoke as it finally began to lift enough for Lysithea to get a good look at her succubi…

Dorothea was beautiful. Just… Drop-dead gorgeous. Full, red lips, emerald green eyes, long, flowing hazel hair, and a cavern of cleavage so deep that if one were to fall inside, they’d likely never escape alive… Not that they’d ever want to leave, anyway.~ Not to mention her hips, which looked like they’d give any pair of pants they tried to squeeze into a good workout.

Not that she was wearing pants. Or anything even remotely modest. Dorothea was instead clad in a set of bra and panties so skimpy, so tight, that the straps of her bra squished into her boob-flesh at the sides, and her underwear looked as if it’d need to be cut off of her hips. Her garments were rather shiny as well, looking to be made of some kind of latex or perhaps a polished leather. Below these were a set of stilettos, and some thigh-high stockings that made her thick thighs pool at their rim so deliciously that Lysithea had to convince herself to not try and take a bite…~

Mercedes on the other hand… May have been even more attractive, somehow. It was hard to choose between Dorothea’s abject sexiness, and Mercedes’ restrained, mature, motherly allure…

Her hair was longer than Dorothea’s, though similarly wavy, and of a much brighter shade–so blonde it was nearly white. Her gray-ish silver eyes were kind in a way one wouldn’t expect from a semen demon, and her plump, naturally pink lips were curled up into a smile that could only be described as accepting. She was the kind of woman you just wanted to hug–to curl up with and never let go… Especially given those curves–good god. Dorothea had her beat in the breast-department, but her hips put Doro’s to shame. If you got hip-checked by those, you’d get sent straight to the moon. The things were broader than Lysithea’s many fields of knowledge, and only served to enhance Mercedes’ aura of maternity. Even through their loose, black silk coverings, those child-bearing haunches looked like they’d allow a baby to just slide right out…

Yes, that was something else… While she’d been in the fog, Mercedes had looked just as skimpy as her companion. Her curves had been fully on display. But now that the smoke had lifted–and by some miracle, hadn’t set off her smoke alarms–it became apparent that Mercedes was dressed far more conservatively than Dorothea. From neck to toe, her entire body was concealed by a thin, flowy, black robe. She also had a habit atop her head, with little holes for her horns to poke through–though its fabric was nearly entirely transparent, which allowed her elegant hair to be seen in its entire, voluminous beauty.

Lysithea supposed she shouldn’t have been shocked. There were demons with much stranger choices of attire and interests than a… Nun who liked to eat a lot. The cross that dangled at her neck was upside down, so it wasn’t too blasphemous.

… Or, no, it was. What was the term for unholy blasphemy? Blasphemy for demons?

Whatever. Mercedes was perfectly fine as she was. Heaven and Hell weren’t even all too bicker-y with one another. More like… Competing businesses than anything. So if a succubus wanted to dress up like a nun, who was Heaven to stop her? Succubi had rights, damn it. Lysithea knew all about it. A demon nun was just fine; even if the book hadn’t mentioned anything about Mercedes having a pension for the holy–must’ve been a new thing, she figured. As long as she ate all the same, Lysithea had no issue.

GrRrRRrOoOuUuUWwWwWW!~

rRRrRrRrRRRRRRRNnNNGGghHhHHhh…!~

… And from the sound of things, Lysithea doubted that’d be much of an issue at all.~ Though the succubi treated their roaring stomachs with nothing more than a few idle rubs; otherwise, complete nonchalance. Did wonders to show just how experienced these two succubi were with their particular field of intrigue.

“Well?” Mercedes extended a well-manicured hand to her summoner. “Are you going to introduce yourself? Or were we summoned simply to judge your cooking skills by sight and smell alone? It’d be quite the evil deed to waste two gluttony demons on such a tease…~” The way she phrased things made it seem like–while she’d certainly be disappointed–that wasn’t a horrible thing to do. Has someone done that to them before? What sort of monster would waste such a good tum-growing opportunity… And that much salt too!

Lysithea took Mercedes’ hand and quickly pulled herself to her feet, dusting herself off and coughing out a puff of smoke. God, had she held her breath for that long after seeing these two? Just how Bi was Lysithea?

“Sorry. My name is Lysithea von Ordelia. And I promise, I am not some kind of goth lolita; that’s my actual name.” Lysithea was glad she’d chosen to wear her purple skirt, tights, and gray checkered turtleneck sweater tonight… Instead of her black, corseted dress. Would’ve undercut her argument a bit. “So, now we’ve all been introduced, I have the upper hand since I know yours–very kind of you to give them to me first thing, by the way, thank you…” She nodded to both, and they nodded back. “... So, without further ado,” Lysithea scuttled over to the nearby coffee table, picking up the camcorder that rested atop it and turning it on. “Begin whenever you’d like.”

Both succubi were a bit taken aback by Lysithea’s camera, with each of them responding with a similar kind of curiosity-tinged smirk.

“You know, dear,” Dorothea said, taking a step forward. “It’s polite to inform those you wish to record beforehand…” She stepped closer and closer, her hips swaying side to side with each slow step… “... But I suppose we can let it slide. Just this once.~” Lysithea almost recoiled when Dorothea’s soft, warm hand slid against her chin as she walked past, her spaded tail lightly whipping against Lysithea’s chest and turning her cheeks a light shade of red. Just stay focused on your goal, Lysithea… Research, that’s all this is… Watch and learn from the best, and you’ll figure out how to grow your tum just like them…~

She turned back after Doro continued walking towards one of the tables filled with food…

… Only to find Mercedes stripping.

The holy succubus had allowed her robes to slip from her shoulders, revealing a white nun’s collar that was attached to a bit of fabric that led down into her concealed chest… Then Mercedes let the robe drop to the floor, and Lysithea gasped.

So much for being conservative. Mercedes’ outfit was more risque than Dorothea’s! Those bits of fabric on her chest were the only things keeping the woman decent–the elongated triangles of white cloth hanging down in front of where her nipples would be, but allowing Mercedes’ breasts to sit unsupported. No bra or top to be seen otherwise. Around her stomach sat an X of loosely hanging chains, which attached to a fishnet that sat over her lower belly–just below her navel, and covering her pubic region. Her groin was left uncovered other than that, with only a C-string keeping her from being totally exposed. Her legs were entirely covered, but… Their coverings were somehow more lewd than if she’d been entirely nude down there! A pair of “Leggings”–more like stockings which came far too high on the legs–that seemed to be made of the same shiny fabric as Dorothea’s clothing. They did not cover Mercedes’ groin or inner rump, and only came up to her lower hips–where they squished into the bountiful flesh that had gathered there like dough tied with string–kept her legs covered. And her groin and ass exposed… Good lord…~

She smiled at Lysithea with that same motherly smile–which somehow seemed a little more electric now–and walked on past after politely thanking her. The sway of those hips, how that rump jiggled as she walked… It was like every last calorie the woman ate landed on her hips! Guh… And the tail of her C-string wrapping around the base of her tail too…

Lysithea didn’t falter. She was determined. These succubi were just doing their jobs, and she needed to do hers as well. Observe. Record. Experiment. Figure out what made them so good at what they did, then copy it.

And so, as Dorothea plucked up her first gingerbread cookie, and Mercedes used her tail to cut into a pumpkin pie… Lysithea joined them at the table, camcorder in her hands.

Knuckles white as snow.

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“I tend to start with smaller, more easily digestible things first. I find I can fit much more in later on that way.” Mercedes explained, taking a bite out of the large pie slice she held in her hand, and probably making its twin in her other hand rather jealous. “But tonight, I find myself willing to try my companion’s technique. Besides, I couldn’t resist getting a good taste of the pumpkin pie. It was always one of my favorites among my many recipes.~” She smiled, pushing the rest of the slice into her mouth all at once and allowing her tongue to lap up what remained on her hands after the bulge in her throat had moved to her stomach.

Dorothea had finished her cookies already, and had proceeded to wash them down with the entire half-gallon of milk that Lysithea had sat out for her two hungry guests. She thought for a moment that she had underestimated the succubi. Then she remembered the Greek place already having her card on file, despite the fact that she had never ordered from there before. No, there would be more than enough here to fill these two… And for Lysithea to record what she needed from them as well.

She wasn’t some kind of pervert. Absolutely not. She had summoned the pair to uncover how the best of the best gluttons in all the world managed to fill their bellies to bursting without cramping up halfway through. And she had explained this to them, after the pair had begun their routine teasing of Lysithea. Asking her to rub their bellies, subtly shaking their behinds or breasts in her face… Not what she needed. And so what if they didn’t believe her because she just so happened to be blushing? Anyone would blush in this context–it was a perfectly standard biological reaction!

Humph. Anyway. Dorothea hadn’t stopped there. She moved on from the sweets, and directly into a container of chili Lysithea had ordered from a nearby barbecue place. Speaking from experience, Lysithea knew just how mind-blowingly tasty–and spicy–that chili was. As such, it both shocked and hardly surprised her to see that Dorothea had already downed the entire bowl in under five minutes. And if the spice had phased her at all, she certainly didn’t show it; she didn’t take even a moment’s reprieve before cracking open a can of lemon-lime soda–the kind that was extra carbonated–and chugging the entire thing in seconds. Lysithea watched–and recorded–as Dorothea’s belly slowly swelled centimeter by centimeter as the gassy liquid fell down her esophagus like water down a waterslide. Its growth continued even after Dorothea had pulled the can from her lips and crushed it, only ceasing when the devilishly seductive succubus placed her fist at her lips and-

BWwWWWOOoOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUURRRRRRRP!~

“Pah!~ Ooh, nice one, me! Way to start the night off with a bang, girl.~” Dorothea cooed to her stomach, then giggled, as her free hand pawed gently at her slight curve of a belly. So much gas had erupted from inside her guts that the tum’s formerly-orb-ish shape had deflated back into a rather small food baby. And it was even growling again…

“W-What was that?” Lysithea’s voice cracked, and she tried to hide her blush with the camcorder. “That little exercise you just did. You… It was like you blew your gut up like a balloon by filling it with a bunch of gassy stuff all at once.”

“Why yes. That’s exactly what I did.” Dorothea’s smile peeked out from behind the hand at her plump lips–a much smaller burp coming up and proving her fingers effective at blocking the gas’ advances. “It’s a little trick I discovered not too long ago. About… Two centuries ago, I want to say?” She looked over at Mercedes–who was making quick work of a mixing bowl filled with… Was that chicken tenders and vanilla pudding?–and the un-holy woman nodded. “Basically, I fill myself with as much gassy food and drink as I can, then let it all build until I feel like a balloon seconds from unleashing confetti all over some ten-year-old’s birthday. Then I just let it all out.~” Another seductive giggle, another pawing at her tummy. Was Lysithea seeing things, or was it still slowly, subtly growing on its own…? “It helps stretch me out at the start of a stuffing or bloat–that way I can fit more later on.”

“According to someone I know, it also–Urp!~–quote, ‘Feels like the best thing in the whole damn world to feel all that gas roar out of you like you’re a fucking dragon spewing fire.’” Mercedes said in a single breath, with a semi-smug tinge to her maternal grin keeping it company.

“Well, yes, there’s that too of course.” It was Doro’s turn to blush–surprisingly–though she did her best to hide it, turning away from Lysithea and scanning the table for what was next to join the bubbling fun in her gut.

As she did–eventually settling upon a gyro–Lysithea turned her attention back to Mercedes. She had finished off that bowl of whatever-the-hell she had been devouring mere moments ago–and though her stomach was larger than Dorothea’s by a good inch or two–with her food baby being composed nearly entirely of just that, rather than Dorothea’s gaseous bump–she showed no sign of slowing in the slightest. Though she had indeed made good on her word, and was now working her way through a pan of mini-muffins.

“Good to leave room, you know?” She said with a wink, poking her tum and showcasing just how squishy it was. Not from fat–heavens no. All of the woman’s plumpness seemed to have settled on her hips. Instead, Mercedes’s gut was simply so elastic, so spacious, that the relaxed muscles and organs just squished inwards at the touch instead of putting up even a touch of resistance. “Oh!” Mercedes jolted a little as Lysithea suddenly stepped closer, her camera focused in on the “Nun”’s tum. “I suppose it might look rather odd, hm? I promise you, I am filling up, not fattening up. You can even feel all the food inside if you’d like to touch-”

“No thank you.” Lysithea blurted out. She then forced herself to blink the dryness away from her eyes, and regretted that she’d closed them even for a second. “As I said, I intend to study you two. Not b-bed you.” She grunted through warm cheeks, clearing her throat for… No reason in particular.

“Anyways. I do have some questions if you wouldn’t mind.” Lysithea backed away, letting the camera settle on a view of Mercedes’ face as she gulped an entire muffin in one piece, then gave the camera a quick, wholesome wave and smile. “S-Starting with… Erm… H-How are the two of you not full yet?” A rather embarrassing question, considering that… Well, Lysithea would’ve likely been curled up in bed, clutching her spasming stomach in pain before she ate even half of what these girls had.

“Practice.” Both women spoke at the same time, their voices ringing out as one as their stomachs gurgled in sync. Then, both broke into a rather similar sounding giggle fit.

“Oh, apologies.” Mercedes wiped a tear from her eye after she’d settled. “We’ve been together for so long now, we might as well be each-other’s halves.” She smiled at Dorothea, whose tail subtly wagged in response. “But to answer your question… We do get full, of course. Why, we’re ‘Full” right now, if by ‘Full’ you mean sated. But if you mean ‘Unable to stretch even an inch more without splitting in two…’ Then no, we aren’t full in the slightest.~”

Both women’s hands worked on their stomachs for a moment, allowing Lysithea to get a good shot of how they each handled their bellies. Mercedes’ touch was more gentle, as was to be expected. It was more like she was petting a beloved animal than she was attempting to soothe her belly into submission–though when it seemed to stretch so effortlessly in the first place, doing so seemed rather redundant. Apparently Dorothea didn’t get the memo however, as she really dug her palms and fingers into her gut, smushing it all around, bouncing it in her grasp–seemingly doing her best to keep things as upset inside as possible. What a strange method…

“And well,” Dorothea paused to burp before continuing on. “We’d be lying if we said our demonhood didn’t give us an advantage. Still, it isn’t like humans can’t get as big as we do–it just takes a good deal more determination and guile. Moore… Dare I say… ‘Guts?~’” She chuckled, and her stomach swelled outwards just a tad at each bounce the laughter forced it to endure. “Sorry, sorry, bad joke. Petra must be rubbing off on me. But yes, we’ll do our best to guide you in a direction that’ll allow you to grow your guts like the greats.~”

“Alliteration too, dear? Seems our little Annette is influencing you too.~” Mercedes’ smile pulled a little tighter as she took a few steps closer to Dorothea, settling in at her side. From this viewpoint, the sides of their tums looked like they could touch… Not at the moment. They were far too small for that–didn’t even reach past their impressive bosoms. But that was something to look forward too…~ F-For research’s sake.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Dorothea rolled her eyes, then gave a half sigh, half laugh. Then she turned to her side, pulling Mercedes closer–the suddenness of the motion causing the cloth over Mercedes’ breasts to fly up for a second, exposing the black, heart-shaped pasties she was wearing underneath. Dorothea’s breasts and belly squished into her lover’s arm and side like a slime from a horror movie, doing its best to totally envelop its victim.

“But either way, we’re gonna do all we can to help your ‘Research.~’ We don’t get summoned for this type of thing often, and so it’s always sort of a special occasion. Almost like a renewing of our vows.~” She batted her eyes at Mercedes, and the other woman’s smiling lips trembled as a slight blush crept up on her cheeks.

“Indeed. A-And besides… It isn’t like your research has to be all stuffy and professional, correct? Surely you can get a little hands-on…~” Mercedes’s blush grew as she gave her tum a little smack, sending it rippling for but a moment.

Lysithea considered her options… But came to a conclusion rather quickly. There was just no other option, she had to do it.

“... I-If you two could get back to eating, p-please… Not to be rude…” She meekly said, fidgeting slightly behind her camcorder-mask.

The smiles faded from the summoned demons’ faces, and they took a half-step away from each other. They stood there for a moment, each studying Lysithea–looking her up and down as if they… As if they were looking for a weak spot. D-Did Dorothea even sniff the air?

… Then they shared a side-eyed glance, devious smiles appearing on both their faces. Even on Mercedes’, her motherly visage taking on the look of a parent who was doing a purposefully terrible job at hiding a secret from their child…

“If you say so…~” Mercedes said, turning around with a wag of her child-bearing hips… And tearing her hands into the blueberry pie. She shoveled handfuls at a time up to her mouth, and gulped them down whole–large bulges able to be seen traveling down her throat and settling heavily into her stomach. It only took a few minutes for the entire pie to disappear down Mercedes’ gullet–and for her part, Dorothea had masterfully done-away with a greasy bucket of chicken.

Both women looked dead-on at Lysithea as they licked the residue of their meals from their fingers… Then smeared the saliva on their guts, wiping their hands clean, giggled, and turned back for more.

Oh god. What had Lysithea done?

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