Momori☆MeltedNSFW

Momori dropped to her knees, supporting herself with her hammer and coughing blood.

"D-do you not care if Momori dies?!" Momori yelled over her shoulder at Lucy, voice quivering.

"How much more can she take, I wonder?" the witch of the Misty Garden said with a sly laugh. "How does it feel to kill her by your own hands? She's going to die because of your choices..."

Lucy waited, watching to see how Momori handled herself. The witch was right - it wasn't looking great for Momori, or indeed for any of them. The chances that they would live to see the Time Shades assembled were looking thin. "Huz, just a little longer. Please take care of her."

Huz nodded, drawing back her whip. "I'll heal you with my whip!"

The whip cracked, and Momori yelped from the sudden sharp pain - but she got to her feet all the same. "Momori makes her triumphant return~"

"Hein, finish her off." Lucy called, pointing at the witch.

Hein growled, raising his sword over his head. "This damn butler doll is butting in! Get out of my way!"

Slice. The animated wooden doll fell in half, hollow wooden sounds resonating as its body and legs dropped to the ground in different directions.

The witch chuckled darkly. "Hmhm. How much longer can you do this, I wonder?" she asked, curling her finger to summon more of her monstrous puppets from the wood around them. "The Black Fog is coming, child. Your friends will waste away under the curses you place... and then they'll be ready to harvest~" She licked her lips slowly, indicating very clearly exactly what she wanted to do with the harvested Investigators.

"Shut UP, LOSER!" Momori roared, summoning a heroic burst of strength to bring the hammer down on the witch's head with all the fury of every indignity she'd suffered. The witch reeled from the blow, staggering back and falling to the ground in a heap as light gradually consumed her body. When she had gotten too bright to look at, she burst into a spray of tiny motes of light... and then there was nothing but the darkness and the dissipating Black Fog. "Hehe~"

Momori posed in front of where the witch was previously standing, sticking out her tongue and making an L sign on her forehead. "Loser, loser~" She was leaning quite heavily on her hammer, however - despite her smugness, the curse and the whipping had definitely taken their toll.

"We did it, everyone," Lucy announced, deadpan as ever. She stepped toward the plinth where the Time Shade was held, reaching up for it. It floated down to hover between her hands for a moment before tucking itself away in her bag. "Good work."

"Are you out of your mind, kid?!" Hein demanded. "You just kept stacking curses on her until she could barely stand! What would have happened if she had been cursed again?"

Lucy shrank back from Hein's aggression, but her voice didn't waver. "I thought Momori would be able to take it, because she's always bragging. If we spread it out, everyone would be hurting, and Huz wouldn't be able to keep up with her whip... is what I thought."

Huz sniffed, pushing past Hein to pat Lucy on the head. "You shouldn't get so attached to your fellow Investigators, Hein. We could all die at any moment." She nudged Lucy. "Come on, Lucy. Which way is the next Time Shade?"

"Wh-" Hein growled, hands curling into fists. "Who's getting attached? This bitch is supposed to be our front line, and the kid was trying to drown her in dark magic! I'm not wasting my life because some stupid kid was making shitty decisions because she has no idea what she's doing!"

"Yeah, since you cursed me so much, I'm gonna have to give you payback~" Momori taunted, hurrying to catch up as Lucy led the group through the woods. "What should I do to you~? I wonder~"

"Don't bully the Girl of Prophecy," Huz warned, grabbing Momori's jacket and pulling her back. "We're here to find the Time Shades and activate the Clock Tower to save the world - and we need her help for that. I didn't join back up for any old investigation of the Twisted Land. We have to succeed."

Momori sulked, following from a distance and whining. "Waahh haahhh... Momori hurts all over... Why did you have to curse Momori so much..."

Lucy just pressed on, ignoring Momori completely.

By midnight, the campfire burned low. The group had already eaten and Lucy was asleep in a sleeping bag nearby, but the adult Investigators were still awake and talking. Well... Huz and Momori were talking, anyway. Hein was standing guard over the sleeping Lucy, back to the fire and sword at the ready, glaring out into the darkness around them. Practicing sword strikes and muttering to himself.

He seems upset about what happened to Momori. But why? She was doing her job. We have to take risks sometimes to protect each other. This place is dangerous - any of us could die at any time. Shouldn't a crazy guy like that know all that and be fine with taking risks?

Huz turned her attention away from Hein, back toward Momori, whose attention and hands were wandering toward Huz's coiled-up healing whip. She brought a boot down on Momori's roaming hand, pinning it to the ground.

"Urk-" Momori withdrew her hand, pouting and shaking it. But she wasn't completely deterred. She tried again - this time with words. "Soo... Huz... About that whip you have..." At Huz's expectant stare, she quailed. "Umm... Never mind..."

"You want me to use it on you?" Huz teased, leaning forward and waving it tantalizingly under Momori's nose.

Momori reached for the whip with shining eyes. "F-For real? Right now?"

Huz pulled it back out of her reach, laughing. "You horny dumbass, as if that would ever happen. What did you expect? I'm not here to appeal to your kinks, this whip is just for healing. Besides, if I cracked it now, I'd wake up Lucy."

"Awwwww... But it hurts so much," Momori whined. "Poor Momori got cursed sooo many times..."

Huz settled herself back against her backpack, putting her boots up on a rock near the fire and closing her eyes. "If you need healing that badly, I do have other ways."

Momori scooted closer to her. "Like what?"

"Do you really need healing that badly?" Huz asked, opening one eye to look at Momori. "Or are you just lonely and trying to get me to talk to you?"

She sat, eyes gleaming and hands in her lap, like a puppy in front of Huz. "Uh-huh."

"Which one?"

"The first one," Momori insisted, bouncing in place. "I need healing!"

"This one isn't just painful, it's actually dangerous," Huz warned. "And it takes a lot longer than just getting whipped a couple of times."

Momori rolled her eyes, scooting up. "So what is it, then? Momori can take anything a little loser like you can dish out~"

She's just trying to antagonize you so you'll play to her kinks, Huz thought, letting it roll over her. Don't encourage her. If you want her to leave you alone with her subby little gay crush, you have to just keep your distance. Aloud, she said, "It's simple. I eat you."

"... What?" Momori sat back down, taken completely off guard by this.

"I have a slow-acting healing salve that Leryn and the other researchers made for me in case someone is very badly hurt and needs long-term care. But it only activates when it's mixed together with a powerful acid, and it loses its potency within a few hours." Huz sat up, staring Momori in the face seriously. "So, I swallow you, I drink the components, you roll around in there for a few hours, and the healing makes up for the acid contact. If you need healing that badly, we can do it."

Momori was quiet for long enough for Huz to sit back down and get comfortable. Then she was back to her bratty self. "Huz, do you have a vore kink or something?"

"Please don't make this weird, Momori. It's just making do with what we have." Huz blew out a slow breath, closing her eyes again. Don't get attached. Don't get attached. Don't get attached.

"I want to do it," Momori said eagerly.

Huz didn't like that framing one bit - especially since she hadn't really planned to actually do this in the first place, figuring talk of being eaten would scare Momori away. "You still want the healing?"

"What did Momori say?" Momori insisted, rapidly hiding her feelings behind her bratty shield. Not so fast that Huz couldn't see them, but fast enough that Huz questioned whether she'd really seen them. "Momori needs healing!"

Huz scoffed, narrowing her eyes and playing into her suspicion. "If this is an excuse to get inside me for your weird kinks, I'm going to digest you, and I'm not going to feel bad about it."

"Why would Momori want to get inside a little loser like you?" Momori laughed. "Momori wants the healing bad enough that she'll get inside you for it, even though she usually does the eating."

Another of Huz's expectant gazes met Momori's, but this time she didn't shrink away. "... You actually mean that, huh? Okay, then, start stripping."

"You want to see Momori naked?" Momori asked, half hopeful, half cocky.

"I want to not get your clothes acid-eaten full of holes when we don't have time to mend them," Huz reminded her. "I'll close my eyes."

She turned away from the fire and shut her eyes tight. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of cloth rustling as Momori stripped herself down, could hear the parts of her outfit hitting the ground and forming a pile. Her heavy fleece jacket, covered in patches; her impractical dress with all its buckles and chains; her shoes and fishnets; even her underwear.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Momori chirped, approaching her. The slapping of bare feet dancing on hot stones was audible. "Ow... Hot..."

"There is a fire right near there," Huz dryly noted, refusing to open her eyes and give Momori the satisfaction of being seen naked. "Alright. Just put your hands in my mouth and I'll take care of the rest."

It took only a few moments after Huz had parted her lips for Momori's fingers to find their way inside. Her long nails were proving to be a bit of a liability inside Huz's vulnerable mouth, and for a moment Huz wondered if she was going to regret agreeing to this. Still, she drew the two soft hands further inside, using her own hands to guide Momori's hands toward the back of her throat while doing as little damage as possible. To her surprise, some - but not all - of Momori's nails came unstuck against the influence of her saliva. The others seemed to be real, but why the fakes? Just some broken nails, or...?

As more of Momori's smooth, plush but muscular arms started to slip into Huz's throat, she noted with some surprise that Momori took shockingly good care of her body for someone who made such efforts to push other people away. But then, that wasn't completely unexpected; all of Momori's performative dismissal was just a call for attention, something Huz herself remembered from--

She stopped herself. Don't get attached. This is just a medical procedure. She's your patient, not your friend. She might not even survive this visit to your stomach, let alone this journey. She forcibly swallowed.

"Your tongue feels so weird on my arms," Momori whined, though she made no effort to fight it. A moment later, she added, "I've never been eaten before."

It made Huz pause for a long moment to hear Momori so... normal. She doesn't seem to be doing her character. She's actually quiet for once. Is this a moment of real vulnerability? Something I haven't seen from- No. No, Huz, don't get attached. Patient not friend. Instead, she reached up, grabbing hold of Momori's hair at the back of her head, between the two long pink-and-blue twintails. And she pushed Momori's face down between her lips, pushed her face into her tongue.

In contrast to Momori's grating personality, the girl tasted of faint salty-fruity sweetness - almost a little appealing. Not that Huz particularly wanted to make a habit of this... Especially considering that the Twisted Land around them was more than dangerous enough on its own.

A lesser woman might have gotten titillated by having Momori's generous breasts and titanic ass squeezing into her maw. But Huz was a professional. As a healer, her job was to deal with bodies - bodies of all shapes and sizes - in a careful and professional manner. And if this one was slipping into her mouth, or perhaps being crammed inside her mouth with all of Huz's tired muscle, that didn't change anything. It certainly didn't help that her mouth and throat and stomach being stretched out like this was painful, and Huz really hated being in pain...

But Momori didn't seem to appreciate the importance of the professional medical approach to this moment. Because the moans and squeaks coming from Huz's gut suggested that she was having way too much fun with this experience. Huz was getting the feeling that maybe Momori hadn't been entirely truthful when she denied being into this.

She slurped up Momori's thighs, nibbled along her calves as it grew harder and harder to cram Momori into her already swollen belly. With both hands and a tremendous push and an even larger gulp, she finally got the larger girl's feet down her throat and into her belly.

"uuurp~mmf..." Stifling a burp between her fingers, Huz resettled herself. She decided not to cause any more awkwardness by pressing Momori about the noises - they could have just been reflexive noises at being touched, even if in just a sterile medical way. "Alright. I'm going to drink the salve components now. You're going to have to move around a lot in there to mix it up, you know. Can you do that?"

"Easy," Momori replied, muffled though it was.

The salve mixture was bitter, almost like drinking soap in flavor - absolutely disgusting. But Huz choked it down as well as she could. She'd gotten Momori down, but her body was still uncomfortably stretched out - and the longer Momori stayed in there without the healing salve in there, the more her condition would deteriorate, reducing the odds that she would make it out.

And the last thing Huz needed was to have accidentally digested Momori alive and robbed them of another investigator on the most important Investigation Team outing she'd ever seen. In front of the Girl of Proph-

... Is Momori moaning as she writhes around in my belly?

"Seriously, Momori, this isn't kink play," Huz complained, sitting up against her backpack. "Are you actually getting off to this?"

Momori stopped wriggling. "... No!" she protested. "Momori is just enjoying the healing!"

"Alright, well, be careful in there." Huz lay her head back against her backpack, getting a little bit more comfortable. "It might be full of healing salve right now, but it's still my stomach. If you're too reckless in there, you'll get digested."

"I know already!" Momori insisted. "I'm gonna be fine!"

Huz took a slow breath in, then blew it out through her nose. "Okay. I really need to get some sleep, Momori. Keep moving around in there to make sure it stays mixed and get it all over you, and then wake me up as soon as you start feeling any tingling."

An impatient growl issued from her stomach, and Huz wasn't sure if it was Momori or her body making that sound. "I can stay here until the morning. Momori can take it!"

"No, you absolutely can't," Huz cautioned. "Momori, listen to me. Once the salve loses its potency, all of that acid is going to be acid again - and there's still going to be a lot of it in my belly with you. You're going to start melting very quickly after that if you don't get out as soon as you can. Do you understand me? Don't try to treat my stomach like one of your kinky fantasies of punishment. I'm seriously not going to be sorry if I digest you because you were too horny to get out like I told you to."

"I'm not!" Momori whined, thumping the wall of the stomach. Huz winced from the strain - a predator she was not. "Go to sleep! Momori will take care of herself!"

You had better be right about that, Huz thought tiredly, curling up around her enormous gut and letting her weariness take over.

With her full belly to soothe her and the exhaustion of a long day in the Twisted Land to help guide her into dream, she was asleep quickly.

Momori would never have imagined this of all things to be her heaven. The stomach of the pretty but reclusive healer with the whip? She would have laughed that idea off just a few hours earlier. But now that she was inside, she reveled in the exasperation Huz had shown her, her own blissful helplessness, the humiliation of being crammed into this tiny space naked... the humiliation of Huz watching her strip, of having Huz's hands all over her bare body... The humiliation simply of being prey to the smaller, weaker healer in the first place...

The acid had initially stung against her skin, especially in the whip marks, but with the introduction of the salve and some squirming around to rub it in, that stinging had quickly turned to numbness and then relief. It was like taking a deep, soothing full-body bath. The salve mixture coated her skin everywhere... its scent was not unpleasant, though it was a little too medicinal to be really relaxing or turn her on at all...

As she heard Huz drifting off, the rushing air of Huz's breath all around her slowing, Momori's inner desires started to light up. Whatever. It's not like I'm going to get any other chances to be in such an intimate place with another woman anytime soon, so I'll at least have fun with it.

A fantasy started up in her head of Huz whipping her repeatedly for being such a bad girl, making her break down, tying her up and eating her alive. She squirmed against the stomach walls, feeling their resistance to her movement and trying to get her bearings again. No matter how she wriggled or moved, she couldn't find where the opening she'd come in through was - or even where the exit was. And no matter how much she stretched, she couldn't make a meaningful difference in the size of the gut.

I can't get out of here on my own, she realized, her heart racing with excitement at the thought. I'm completely vulnerable and totally at Huz's mercy...

In her fantasy, Huz laughed at her, told her that was what she deserved, that she was too incompetent and stupid to have her freedom and she would serve the Investigation Team much better as a meal.

"Can you calm down in there?" Huz asked her, exasperation clear in her voice as it resonated through the space around Momori. Oops - Momori hadn't noticed that Huz was starting to wake up. "Are you seriously so turned on by being in a stomach that you can't hold back? I'm trying to sleep, and my stomach hurts when you stretch it out like that. We both have a big day tomorrow..."

"You mean you can't handle Momori!" Momori replied excitedly.

Huz sighed in annoyance. "I'm trying to do you a favor because we're teammates, you little perv. Don't make me regret this."

"Or what?" Momori pressed, continuing her squirming, eager for more humiliation.

"Or I'm going to pull you out now and we're just going to have to risk moving forward with you still wounded."

Oh. Momori stopped her thrashing, going still with a pout. She definitely didn't want to be taken out of this comfortable tummy just yet. "Fine... Sorry."

Once Huz was quiet again for long enough, Momori decided to continue her fantasy. It was fine - she didn't need full-body stimulation. She just needed some careful attention to herself with her own stomach-slime-covered hands, imagining Huz rubbing her stomach and laughing... the heat was building...

"Are you seriously- Oh my God. I knew you were a thirsty little lesbian, but I had no idea it was this bad," Huz cut in, laughing. "Wow. Just... wow. You seriously can't restrain yourself where my belly's involved, can you? Are you that attracted to me, or is it just being in a stomach that gets you this excited?"

You should try to hold me then, Momori thought, but out loud she opted for some obvious lies instead in hopes of getting humiliated more. "Momori wasn't doing anything!" Momori protested. "Momori was just rubbing the salve on her body, like you said!"

It was a roaring success. "Yeah, no, don't try to weasel out of this, you little creep. I can feel you in there, I know what those motions are. Wait for me to go back to sleep first if you're going to do that. Or, y'know, just don't masturbate to the thought of being in my belly until you're out again? I don't really care what you do in the privacy of your sleeping bag, or in your head. Fantasize about me digesting you all you want. But next time I catch you doing that while you're in there, I'm telling Hein you're a perv and he needs to help me pull you out."

"Okaaaaay..." Despite everything, Momori couldn't help getting even more excited. All this condescending talk of Momori's perversion, the threats of exposing Momori's secret (and her naked body) to Hein, and especially the explicit permission to fantasize about Huz... It was the most attention - the most action - she'd gotten, ever.

Still, she didn't want to actually be pulled out. So she curled herself up tight, tucking her arms behind her back and her knees under her chin. Pretending that she was gagged and bound in an uncomfortable position, unable to touch herself or struggle much.

Just putting herself in this pose made her body heat up quickly. She did little but twitch, squirming a little in place at the delicious sensation of Huz's body wrapped tightly around her.

You tied up the brat and ate her and forgot about her and went right back to sleep, Momori thought, feeling little twinges of lightning run through her body with every word. Poor Momori is so sorry, but you don't even care to hear her words, that's why you gagged her...

Caught up in her fantasies of being helplessly bound inside the smaller girl's belly, Momori didn't move much. Ten minutes passed, thirty minutes, an hour. Momori was still drunk on the pleasure of her situation, of her fantasies, and the time flew past.

And then the tingling began.

Trapped in bliss as she was, Momori was only dimly aware that this was a dangerous thing. That Huz had told her that her life was soon to be in danger. And the idea that things were getting dangerous... only excited her further. The idea that every grooouuann or burrrrble from the stomach around her could be her end... It sent adrenaline surging into her blood, made her want to stay longer.

Come on then, Huz, let's see what your tummy can do to Momori, Momori thought, wriggling herself around. Little loser's tummy can't even hurt me~

But the longer she waited, the more the tingling built up. Her body was starting to feel floaty and funny all over. Didn't Huz say that it'll last for a few hours? It hasn't been a few hours yet! ... I think... But it doesn't hurt... I can wait a little longer, right? I'm so close, I don't want this to be over yet...

As Momori turned her imagination back to a sweeter, more intimate domination from Huz, the real Huz slept on, blissfully unaware of Momori's misadventures inside her. And more and more acid leaked into Huz's gut, determined to finally put an end to this stubborn meal. The healing salve, once strong and potent, slowly reverted to mere acid and enzymes as the soothing properties faded away.

And Momori's muscles started to weaken. It was subtle at first, just a slight sense of discomfort mixed in with the floatiness. Then the sense that the stomach was much too tight around her. That her knees were pressed too far under her chin, that her arms were trapped behind her. Then the realization that she couldn't push out against the stomach walls anymore. That she couldn't wriggle out of the position she'd put herself into so easily anymore.

At first this discovery was thrilling. A new challenge! Finally. A worthy challenge, something that would make her feel like she was actually being dominated.

... But then something pierced through the blissful fog in her mind. Wait. If I can't upset her stomach by wriggling around anymore...

She applied her full strength. Pushed as hard as she could. But the stomach walls pushed harder. She was trapped, now, genuinely bound in the position she'd pretended to bind herself in.

Her heart pounded. Okay. Time to fall on the only other thing that works.

"Huz!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, applying her sad girl voice at maximum intensity. "Huz, time to get up and free Momori!"

Huz's sleep must not have been very deep, because the healer jerked awake around her, and her stomach flexed, squeezing in on her and squishing her into an even more uncomfortable position. "Wh... Oh, Momori... Mmh... alright, you're sideways, can you sit up straight? Makes this easier..."

"Um... No..." Momori admitted, pouring her entire self into sounding like a wet cat looks. "Momori is so sorry... She's a little stuck... Please help..."

Silence for a few moments. "Momori. How long have you been trying to wake me?"

Momori didn't answer.

"Okay, different question. How long has it been since the tingling started?" Huz asked, her hands groping over her stomach to feel over Momori's body.

Cough. "I dunno... ten minutes? Or like... thirty minutes? Tops?"

Huz sat up, sending acid splashing over Momori, and called out. "Hein! Where are you? We have a problem."

Momori couldn't see Hein's face, but she could hear the horror in his voice. "What the fuck?! I saw her stripping, I thought you two were doing it!"

"Hahaha, you're joking, right?" Huz laughed, and agonized ecstasy seared through Momori's submissive lesbian heart as she mentally added No, my belly is the only place any part of Momori is fit to go. Aloud, Huz continued in a more serious tone. "No. I was trying to heal her, but she was too turned on by being in my stomach to get out when I told her to."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Hein demanded, clearly not seeing the humor in the situation. "You were trying to heal her, so she's crammed in that bulge that doesn't even look like a person? That whip of yours is already messed up enough, now you're healing people by- by eating them? Your stomach is messed up too? And it... turns them on, and you digest them? What are you? Are you fucking Pharos?"

"It's not my stomach, it's- Leryn gave me a thing. And it doesn't turn people on, it turns Momori on. Cause she's such a huge pervert that-" Huz started, then shook her head. "No, look, that doesn't matter right now. We don't have a lot of time. So, bad news, we're going to be down one pervy investigator. Although based on her performance during the fight with the witch, my suspicion is she wouldn't have lasted long anyway. I need a little privacy to take care of some last things for Momori, if you would."

"Wait! Wait wait, what do you mean, down an investigator?!" Momori demanded, sudden fear in her voice. "Momori is still here!"

Huz continued, ignoring her. "I'm sorry, but there's no way for us to get her out now. She's too far gone."

Momori was starting to actually worry about her chances of escape now. "No no no no, I woke you up! I-It hasn't been that long! I'm sorry for acting up... Please don't digest me..."

"What's going on?" Lucy asked from the distance, drowsiness in her muffled voice. "Why's everyone yelling?"

"Go back to bed, brat. This is a matter for grown-ups," Hein snapped. To Huz, in a low, dangerous tone, he snarled, "If I find out you did this on purpose..."

"Trust me, I didn't do it on purpose," Huz assured him. To Momori, she added, "We'll talk in a second."

That was no comfort at all.

"So you're saying she wanted you to do this?" Hein pressed. "I'm not giving you shit until you explain this. Momori, is all of this true?"

"Yes... It's true... Momori was a bad girl and played around in Huz's stomach for too long," Momori whimpered, playing up her pathetic and tearful sad-girl persona to try to garner sympathy. "Please get me out..."

"Okay. Okay, I don't know which one of you is more fucked up," Hein announced, "but I don't care anymore. You two freaks do whatever you want. I'm going back to bed, and I'll keep going with whoever's around in the morning, I guess."

"So harsh. Coming from you, Mr. Psycho Killer!" Huz called after him, performatively hurt. "I just wanted to help out my fellow Investigator! She's the one who decided not to wake me up until she was already half-digested because it got her all excited to be inside me."

"Don't care!" Hein yelled back. "Don't talk to me."

It was hard to make out over the increasingly loud sounds of gurgles and sloshes that seemed to be drowning out more and more of the outside world, but Momori could distantly hear Lucy saying, "What happened? Hein, what's going on?" and Hein responding "Don't even ask."

"Well, sounds like it's just the two of us," Huz said. "I'm gonna be honest with you, Momori, I remember you from Lian's training. You dropped out of training and you haven't done anything with us until today - and you thought you could handle the Twisted Land with us? You were obviously going to get eaten sooner or later, acting like that. So I guess this is a kindness."

Forgetting the pain of her impending digestion, Momori felt her body flush with shameful ecstasy. Yes! This is how I want you to treat me, Huz! Tell me I'm pathetic... Tell me I'm not good enough... "N... No... Momori is strong..."

"Are you, though? You didn't even fight back - didn't even want to get out of my stomach. I told you what would happen and you didn't resist. It seems to me like this is what you wanted. Is that right? You thought, in your pervy little head, that you could get intimate with my insides and that would be enough. Sounds pretty weak to me, Momori~" Huz stroked her stomach - at first Momori felt the motions were weird, but then she realized that Huz was gradually sitting her back up and getting her arms out from behind her back, careful not to squish her. "And you know what? I don't even care anymore. If you're a pathetic little brat who can't even ask for what she wants, who wants to play with herself inside me, go right ahead. You're totally beneath my notice now. You're just another meal for me."

Momori's hands moved over her body again, driving home the delicious shame and helplessness. "Nn... nnn.... H-Huz... Please... Let Momori go... She's sooo sorry..."

"Sorry's not going to take all this extra fat off my hips," Huz scolded. "I don't want you sorry. I want you melting down for me like a good meal should."

"Mmmm... I'm a g-good meal," Momori panted, her body writhing and undulating against the stomach walls to get more and more of that delicious sensation all over her body. It didn't hurt anymore; it was just pure bliss. "I'm n-not good enough... for anything else..."

"That's right," Huz told her, squeezing her lightly through the stomach walls. "This is where you belong, Momori. In my belly. Being broken down so you can make your way onto my chest. You think I didn't notice how fat your tits are compared to mine? I didn't particularly want to sacrifice you, but since you sacrificed yourself for me, I'll happily go up a cup size or two."

Some distant part of Momori's head recognized that Huz sounded totally different from normal. Was this just pity? But that was even more humiliating. To be pitied by Huz for being so pathetic, to be given what she wanted by Huz just because of that pity... It was humiliation on a whole other level. Freezing-cold shame sent shocks through her veins.

"You don't really mean any of this, do you? You're just trying to be nice because I'm going to melt away in you," Momori said, abruptly confrontational.

"Okay, I don't know what you want," Huz confessed, just as Momori had thought. "Yes, I just thought I'd try to be nice to you, since yeah, you're about to die inside me and all. Don't get so horny you forget about that part."

"Hmm~ Well. Thank you," Momori purred, reclining back in the slop at the bottom of Huz's stomach as blissful agony blossomed in her chest from the rejection. Slop, she realized, that was rapidly thickening as more and more of her body joined the puddle. A Momori soup... That would certainly explain why Momori didn't have much energy left to fight. "You can continue."

"You're a weird little perv, you know that?" Huz said, and Momori could tell she was rolling her eyes. The sound gave her life even as it ached.

"... Did you mean the... thing about going up a cup size?" Momori asked, feeling her senses wavering. Her consciousness was being threatened as more and more of her pleasure-drunk body melted away...

Huz groaned. "... Oh, that... I'm... really not looking forward to having to go bra shopping again... And I'm going to have to go save the world without a bra that fits right... Couldn't you have just gotten out when I asked you to...?"

Momori didn't have an answer ready - the ecstasy of being humiliated by Huz was making her head swim. This was it, then. Her life was really going to end as a meal for a girl who didn't enjoy the process, didn't even want to digest her in the first place. A girl she had a hopeless crush on...

The perfect ending for a girl like her...

"Alright. No answer... I think that means you're done," Huz muttered. "I really do need to get some sleep - the Twisted Land is way too dangerous to be sleep deprived in. So... I guess enjoy the rest of your digestion, Momori? Thanks for the... meal? I don't really know what people say in this kind of situation. I don't even know if you're still conscious... Sheesh. Well, I hope you're happy this is how it turned out..."

Of course, Momori was still conscious. Motionless and wordless, completely helpless... but conscious.

All she could do, then, was lay her head back and listen. Listen to Huz's body processing hers. Listen to the gurgling sound of air bubbles getting trapped in Huz's intestines - the place where she would soon be going. She imagined what it would be like to still be conscious as she was absorbed... Huz may not have wanted her, but her body would still happily accept her, use her up for fuel... The idea made Momori's body feel tingly.

She listened to the beating of Huz's heart, the steady rhythm that ruled everything that surrounded her. It had raced while Huz was waking up and finding out that it was too late, wasn't it? So in some way, Momori had made Huz's heart beat fast... Wasn't that kind of like falling in love? Yeah...

Proud of her accomplishments, Momori let her eyes drift shut and sank into the acids. Her consciousness didn't fade immediately, but as it did, it warped ever further, into a happy ending where Huz was so madly in love with her but so unable to show it that she couldn't turn her down, even if it was only as a meal...

A pain in her thigh made Huz jolt awake. It was a kick - a kick from Hein's boot, which he promptly repeated even though he'd seen her eyes open.

"Get up. It's time to move," Hein barked. "The girl's already ready. My blade hungers."

"Come on," Lucy said, voice deadpan as ever. It felt comfortingly normal after the absolutely insane dream Huz had been having. "It's late in the morning."

As Huz reached up into a stretch and gradually woke up, she couldn't help noticing that her clothes felt way too tight. Her previously skin-hugging shorts now bit deeply into her thighs, squishing the fat down around them. The belts around her legs were sized way too small, to the point where it really felt like her legs were losing blood flow. Her shirt rode up, exposing an embarrassingly large muffin top that hung over her shorts - constrained only by another belt that was desperately hanging on for its life. A fourth belt that had previously been supporting her chest now threatened to asphyxiate her if not removed.

And as Huz's stretch reached its peak...

SNAP
SNAPSNAPSNAP
RIIIIIP

The belts gave way, bursting open and relieving all that stress. Now Huz's paunch hung out in the open for all to see, only halfway covered by her shirt, whose zipper had burst open in places. Her shorts had torn open at the legs and down the back, too, and the straps dangled uselessly at her sides.

"Nice curves," Hein said, a twisted grin on his scarred face. He was clearly making fun of her for bursting her clothes... and to be honest, Huz was pretty shocked by the experience too. "Those your parting gift from Momori?"

Momori! Huz remembered, the flash of memory suddenly bursting into her. The whole night had blended together with wild, absolutely nonsensical dreams of performing as a silly character for an audience she couldn't see and having them give her money through a window on her desk that wasn't connected to a wall. Eating Momori had seemed like part of the dream, too, but to her great chagrin, that part was real - along with its consequences.

Her chest was in agony from the too-tight bra she was wearing, which had - to her great dismay - held out against the assault the rest of her clothes had fallen to. "Ngh... Hein, give me some privacy. I need to change. Not that I have anything to change into..."

"Why, is your rack gonna pop out next?" Hein asked. Not a horny question, just a crass one.

Huz sighed. "Yes," she said, "which is why I need to change. Look the other way."

"Alright, but if you start eating Lucy, I'm splitting you in half."

As Huz removed her bra, Lucy was deep in thought. "Maybe a scarecrow store will have some new clothes..."

"I don't think scarecrows have clothing departments," Huz said, grunting as she struggled to close up her shirt's zipper even a little.

Hein lit up. "I could kill some Pharos. They wear clothes. Might be a little bloody, though."

"And I'm the freak, he says," Huz snarked. "I think I'll pass." She dusted herself off, rejoining the group - only her loose-fitting overcoat still hanging undamaged on her body, and then only because it hadn't been closed to begin with.

"What about taking the scarecrow's clothes?" Lucy offered.

Huz shook her head. "I wouldn't know what to pay for them, and I think they'd curse me if I tried to steal them. You know what? I'm decent enough. Let's just go, we'll figure something out on the way."

She fell into step behind Lucy, who was still coming up with scarecrow-related ideas.

I told you not to get attached, her mind reminded her.

She sighed deeply. Well, at least no one's taking her from me now...