Collaborant Consumption Anonymous 2009/10/29 (Thu) 01:11 No. 101359 It's that day again—she thought—the weekly date that had persistently set itself in all of their schedules, and came back every time to mock the boy-loving kidneys out of her innards, every time would it drive her nuts as the two of them—two adolescent lads who always remained oblivious to her irritation—would come together, and in their immature innocence, enjoy the time, wasting it on pointless pleasures, legally forbidden by the law of somewhere far away, but insignificant inside the Border, the one of the things that no man could in his sanity call not entertaining.
Video games.
Wondrous worlds of virtual adventures had proven to draw alike souls closer to each other in the past, had they not? So and so, the unusual hobby had also conjured a certain bond of friendship between two youngsters who would otherwise pass by one another in the street, and never turn back, thinking — I could be friends with that guy. It was only by an accident the two even met, and only due to our girl's shameful inattention did she get caught by Houraisan Kazuma—her host—whilst trying to sneak past the said's room at night with another guest—a writer-wanna-be boy from the village named Hieda Aki—following her stead. Why?—the question is yours to ponder.
In any case, despite the girl's worst fears—and perhaps concealed wishes—the two young boys never held any jealousy over their female friend's fondness of the both of them, and seemed to get along just fine, as any shut-in pair of people with unusual hobbies would do. Aki quickly caught the virus of gaming from Kazuma, as the latter persistently refused to contract the disease of writing down facts for the use of next generations. In their own rights, they were two souls at odds, connected by a pure coincidence.
The damage done—as they say—and the pain subsides. Long session of blowing the heads of unreal enemies off their necks finally over, the curious trio—Aki, Kazuma and Fukuzai, our heroine—had gathered and sat in what was usually utilized as a dining room for the Clinic's staff and inhabitants. Now empty and desolate, Kazuma's caretaker out on a journey to visit a sickly patient faraway, and his subordinates enjoying their day off in the village, the table felt overwhelmingly great and unfriendly for the girl, while her two companions paid no heed to such things, and instead concentrated on devouring the unhealthy snacks Aki had brought. Candy, pizza, chocolate, chips, what have you; the two of them looked happy enough with gorging their already large bellies Fukuzai didn't interfere.
"Those Dumbines sure had it coming!" Kazuma said joyfully, not swallowed bits of potato chips flying left and right as he chuckled.
" Co-op really is the way to go!" His comrade in arms agreed. "I will never forget that action with the grenade!"
"When you threw one, and I lobbed it with the Gravity Gun at a Strider? That was awesome!"
"Completely unbelievable!"
"In their faces!"
At their overenthusiastic behaviour, she could only sigh and look as the piles upon piles of junk food slowly grew smaller and smaller, faced with the two boys' appetite and seemingly indestructible good mood. At this rate, they would have a hell of a problem next night...
" So the other day," Aki prodded into the gap of Kazuma's silence. "I heard my mom talk with our butler about nuts."
"Nuts?" Kazuma queried at his friend holding up a large walnut as though it was a trophy of some sorts. "What's so special about nuts?"
"They're an afro... afrobysiac, or something like that."
Let's imagine Fukuzai's ears quivered at the sound of the word.
"... Aphrodisiac?" She turned her heterochromic eyes to the boys.
"Mhm, I think so." Aki nodded, albeit a bit unsure. "But I don't know what that means. Well, I know Victor didn't really like what she said..."
"It's simple," Fukuzai let her lips curve up in response. "An aphrodisiac is something that makes you want to hump the other person senseless so hard you can't resist."
"Wait, are you sure you want me to do this?" Someone would ask. "This isn't exactly..."
"Yeah," Someone else would reply. "But you've already started, why drop it now?"
"... you're kind of right, I guess."
"Get on with it, then."
Imagine the two boys look at the girl with confusion in their eyes; imagine how they glance at each other, and likely shrug each other in mute agreement. The satisfaction of corrupting the pure disappears from Fuku's face like a Summer Night's Dream off the theatre posters after the season, letting a dissatisfied scowl take its place.
"Hump...?" Aki grimaces at the apparently incomprehensible explanation. "Why hump..."
"So you mean," Kazuma snatches the nut out of his friend's hands. "If I ate this, you'd want to hug me really hard or—"
"Something along the lines," Fukuzai cuts in, trying to hold back the irritation telling her to storm out of the room and weep over the boys' innocence that drives her insane every time they gather together. "Say," She shifts forward a little. "Why don't you try and see what happens?"
The quivering of her lips would probably unman anyone with at least a little bit of experience with women like her, but lo—Kazuma only nods obediently and reaches for a yellow nutcracker laying ahead. The poor shell quickly surrenders and gives birth to four pieces of nut that Kazuma promptly picks up. Giving the one who dared him a brief glance, he puts them in his mouth... And precariously chews them through. It takes a whole thirty seconds before his throat finally lets out a loud 'gulp', and the nuts go to the cauldron that stews tonight’s unhealthy feast.
"... so," Says Kazuma. "I don't feel any more... huggable." Picture it as the girl smirks to herself, standing up lento, and having wiped the treacherous expression off her face, potters towards the unexpecting boy, while he observes in careful, maybe a bit frightened curiosity. Try to think how the sigh she let out when her butt hit the pillow behind the boy felt against his neck. Imagine every single hair on his body stand at attention when that happens. Imagine him jerk up in surprise when the girl shamelessly reaches under his shirt. "—Wah?!"
"Look at this," Says Fukuzai as she rubs the boy's now exposed belly. "All this bad food is finally getting to you."
His cheeks red beyond belief, he tries to look back, but seeing the seductive eyes pronged in his neck, quickly turns away, clenching and relaxing his fists repeatedly.
"F-Fuku?" He stutters. "What are you..."
"Mhm," But the girl only moans under her nose, doing her best not to bite the boy on the ear, like the whole of her body seems to urge her to. "Really, really it is." Nibble, nibble, her fingers play with what tons of potato chips have earned the boy in the stomach area. Funny how an usually disgusting feature only made it nicer for her when on Kazuma. One could question the morality of such behaviour, but... Well, Fukuzai is too selfish of a girl to care. Even now, right now, under Aki's baffled stare, her hands both seem to be inclined on reaching to Kazuma's pants' zipper. Lewd, isn't it? But why would she care? On the other hand, rather than jacking the boy off on his friend's eyes, wouldn't doing something else be more interesting? Yes, indeed, that's what she thought. "I wonder if you taste the same as all this crap you've eaten." She whispers.
Whispers right into the boy's ear, who can only try to avoid his buddy's violet gaze, trying to hide the embarrassment. But deep inside...
"L-let me go..." He says, while his palms diffidently reach for the pair of long, warm legs wrapped around his own. "Please, Aki is—"
"You smell so nice," Fukuzai cuts in. "I could eat you."
And she does.
Let us switch the perspective here for a moment. Let us position the camera beside Aki's confused, little head, who still at sea, continues to observe the whole incident. He watches carefully as Fukuzai opens her mouth. He sees her jaws stretch unnaturally, as her hands, powered by some unearthly force, lift his round friend high in the air. Rows of teeth glimmer in the light of lamps as Fuku raises screaming Kazuma over the cave that her mouth has become.
Then, without any hesitation, as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world, she inserts him—literally—into her oral cavity, her throat expanding greatly to compensate for the massive load, popping buttons off her shirt as her belly expands. A pair of legs keeps flinging in the air helplessly as the whole body slowly slides down the throat of the monster that came out of the girl who would caress Aki's head whenever he fell asleep in her lap. The same monster lets out a chuckle when the whole of Kazuma disappears inside its body, its colossal stomach bulging as its helpless captor struggles for freedom. The face returned to normal, the pair of heterochromic eyes fixated at poor Aki, the boy backs away, as far as the walls let him while it just absentmindedly strokes its bloated belly.
"Aaaaki..." The monster moans, almost sexually. "Teeell meee..."
He swallows hard when it starts walking forward.
"W-what—"
"Ninety plus fifteen iiisssss...?"
Gulp, again.
"One hundred and five-- "
***
Let's imagine the morning sun doesn't give a damn about what happened, and simply continues to raise, oblivious of our girl waking up to its light. Let's imagine her sitting up, yawning like a satiated lion. Let's imagine her eyes quickly sweeping the shambles of the room. Let's imagine her looking down at her strangely tight clothes, and in place of a sunken belly she would always see, notice a mountain of flesh, rapt under the pressure from beneath. Let's imagine her groan as she stands up, the hill of meat swaying with every slightest move.
Let's imagine her pat it with utmost delight and mutter to herself.
"... I wonder how that horned boy is faring... Might as well pay him a visit."
"Okay, this is bullshit. Stop masturbating on my carpet."
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Had this sitting on my HD since you-know-who left all those months ago. He never even finished the damn thing. Oh well, enjoy.
And before you complain you said I could do whatever I like with this so don't come crying to me on steam.
