The normally proud and even somewhat vain heroine was very, very glad that nobody was around to see her at the moment. Her armor and mantle, normally bright and polished to a near-reflective luster, were strained and dulled and even mangled as though by the blows inflicted in a great struggle; her poise, normally flawless and graceful, was now anything but as she huddled trembling in the shadows behind the potion shop, sitting flat on her behind and crouching down, shaking with one hand clamped tight over her mouth, the other over her midsection... and her body, so smooth and lithe and desirable, was now hardly recognizable for what it once had been, her enticing and thin contours become enormously swollen and bloated. A soft, near-silent scream could still barely be heard, lingering in the air, but even this sound was almost drowned out by the constant and insistent gurgling and churning of her wide-stretched and hard-working belly around its recent meal. Of course, far more dangerous to her safety than the cries and struggles of her prey were the unbidden moans and cries of pleasure that threatened to burst forth unrestrained from her throat; without her hand keeping her mouth tight-closed, she would have given herself away some time ago... and it would be a long while until she would be safe. Almost unbelieving, she turned her gaze downward to stare once more at the taut-stretched and grossly distended dimensions of her stomach, her lower hand drawing and stroking over its surface, almost giving herself away with another squeal of pleasure as her victim sobbingly kicked and pushed back against those exploring fingers! She could hardly believe what she had just done; even now, it almost seemed like a dream...
Everything had started out so beautifully; like the opening of a child's tale, she had sprung forth from her egg, fully-formed, to emerge into the unfolding of her destiny. She was the Chosen One, the Destined Heroine, the Savior of her people; donning her gleaming suit of mail and taking her sword in hand, she had gone forth from the village, cheered by the thronging multitudes of her sisters, in the hope that by her heroism she could purchase for her doomed tribe a future. Bearing the fate of her people upon her shoulders, she set forth to fight an impossible battle against the raging evil that threatened to sweep over the land, devouring and wiping out every last trace of her race and kind. It was an unending and terrifying struggle; around every tree, lurking in every ruined building and stooping maliciously in every shadow, centauresses lay in wait to charge forth, their powerful arms stretched out wide to claim her, as the inhuman Kari crept from their places of concealment to capture and devour and the monstrous, slimy frogs leapt and bounded forth with every intention to turn her young and athletic body into nothing more than a wriggling, burbling lump of meat. Many times, she had torn herself with only moments to spare from the slavering, drooling jaws of a Kari, or squirmed free of a centauress's grasp through sheer fortune and luck... and she had lost count of how many times she had screamed and struggled to free herself from the hot, sticky tongue of an overeager frog. Still, with every challenge she overcame, she grew stronger; where once she had held the sword with a nervous and uncertain reticence, now she wielded it with the grace and certainty of a master, and her first clumsy and ineffective attempts at dodging and parrying had long since given way to an unshakable understanding of the tactics and strategies intrinsic to melee combat with foes far larger and stronger than herself. Boldly, she began to acquire new skills and new knowledge, diversifying her arsenal of techniques and improving the scope of her understanding; she dabbled in the arcane arts and became a disciple of esoteric ways, straining each day to outdo the last, returning after each excursion into the wilds a new and changed woman. Soon, she started to turn her discipline inward rather than outward, focusing her knowledge and experience upon the problem of making her body a more powerful and effective weapon... and that was when something went wrong.
Like so many times before, she stood victorious upon the battlefield; another attempted ambush upon her had ended in disaster, proven by the now-fallen bodies of equine and Kari alike. The two races, recognizing the danger she represented, were intelligent enough to put aside their differences and collaborate to bring her down... with no effect except that upon each excursion she now slew them together rather than separately. Contemptuously, she leaned down to wipe her blade clean upon the flanks of the defeated centauress, before turning her attention to the nearby writhing masses of slime-vines against which she had been forced into a dead-end. It would have been a brilliant plan, had she been unable to handle her assailants so expertly, but now it only meant one more task to perform as she stepped forward, gritting her teeth as she swung and slashed repeatedly, cleaving and snapping bunch after bunch of thick, clinging and fluid-covered vines. As her work continued, though, a familiar feeling began to grow and rise within her... and by the time her task was finished, she was grinning widely, practically beaming with the knowledge that she had once again reached a higher plateau of experience and power. Her body was stronger than before, more resilient and enduring, her stores of mana vaster and deeper, her technical focus upon her skills greater... and once more she reached a sort of epiphany of understanding, able to wrap her mind about a new concept and make its power definitively hers. This time, though, drawing upon a reserve of withheld advancement, she unlocked a power deeper and more primal than simple martial puissance or even thaumaturgical ability. Her body surging and flowing with a new and unexplored potential, she gazed about and upon herself, eager to learn just what new ability she had obtained...
And she discovered... nothing. She seemed exactly the same; she understood no new weaponry, comprehended no new spells, possessed no new skills or abilities... to all appearances, she had wasted a great deal of her study and practice upon an ability that would not even manifest itself. More than disturbed, she felt an unspeakable disappointment, and at the same time a deep and abiding fear. Thirsha was great and powerful and strong; to defeat her, every bit of skill and power she could muster would be needed... and to waste the chances she had to improve was only to invite eventual disaster and death, not only for her but for her race and her kind throughout the whole of the land. Her mind in a tumult, she returned to her home village, grumbling as her stomach started to growl and rumble as though in agreement with her voice. It had been a long, hard day spent training, all in hope of accomplishing what she just had; it was no wonder that she was hungry. Ravenous, even, come to think of it; by the time she espied the familiar walls and spaces of the humble place she called home, she was practically staggering with near-starvation. Scowling, she reminded herself that she would have to eat better; she might be a heroine, but that was no reason to neglect her diet. Strange, though; she could have -sworn- she had eaten and eaten well, that very day...
Unfortunately- or fortunately, as fate might have it- these thoughts were driven from her head... as a warm, friendly voice called out, and the Protector of her people turned to smile and wave back at the quickly-approaching figure of one of the many citizens among the village's populace. The somewhat smaller and less athletic girl threw her arms about the well-armored warrior-heroine to embrace and cling to her tightly, exclaiming in joy to find her alive and well; the adventurer herself, strangely, found that despite her hunger, an irresistable urging from within drove her to stay and talk to this older but more than bright and attractive creature... despite the fact that soon, she could not concentrate upon the conversation at all. The cheerful chattering and banter of the smaller girl was lost upon her; it was all she could do to keep from drooling as her hungry eyes traced their way over the cute and innocent face, the half-modestly clad body, the shapely, smooth, meaty legs... until she shook herself from her reverie to find the other girl gazing at her, hands upon her hips, with a rather annoyed expression. Clearing her throat, still trying hard so as not to seem like she was staring as long and hard as she was, she weakly offered, "I, um... Sorry, Mystri. I was... well..." She blushed heavily as she realized just what this must look like to the other girl, and shook her flushed head swiftly as though to combat that interpretation. "My mind wandered off! It's been a long, hard day; I can't keep my mind on anything..." Mystri only grinned, shaking her head. "That's just what I'm saying! The minute you step inside the town, you let your guard down. We may be nice around here, but out there... you just don't know. I'll say it again, since you didn't hear; it's generally okay over in the center of town, but out at the edges... Some of the clans out there, they say..." She swallowed rather nervously. "They say... They say that some of the girls will just... grab you, and swallow you alive, like a centauress! You really... REALLY shouldn't let your mind wander like that," she winks, "when you're talking with someone all alone..."
But the Savior of her kind wasn't listening anymore; after managing to hold herself still through the first few sentences, as something the smaller girl said just... clicked. Half of her still didn't even know what had been said; nobody could be expected to think, not with their rumbling, empty tummy putting up a fuss like this... but the other half of her knew, and understood, and rejoiced as it took control, making sure that this particular growing girl would get exactly what she needed. Stepping forward, breathing heavily, she started to bring her hands up and around; Mystri jumped in surprise, then only gazed upward, seemingly speechless, having suspected but not nearly expected to see confirmed that the heroine of the village really felt for her that way... allowing herself to be taken in a deep, warm hug, as the beautiful warrior woman's head descended slowly to meet hers. Already, Mystri was trembling with anticipation; steeling herself for whatever her gorgeous companion might say, she was already sure the answer would be yes... but when the battle-wearied girl spoke, the message was far different than what she'd expected! "You know... you're right. We really do have to be careful out here. After all..." She licked her lips, as Mystri gazed upward in near-worshipful appreciation. "...We're nowhere near the center of town. A cute little girl like you could be taken just like that; all someone would have to do..." For just a couple of moments longer, Mystri didn't seem to understand. That couple of moments was all it took, as the warrior leaned downward, closing her eyes, and Mystri hugged tightly back, her fingers starting to explore upward at her companion's soft and alluring body... before she finally realized the meaning of the young and enigmatic heroine's speech, but by then it was far, far too late.
The kiss had barely begun, Mystri's lips exploring their tight-pressed embrace as they received the attentions of the warrior-woman's tongue, when the smaller girl's eyes flew wide, her body trembling with the realization, and her gentle-caressing hands instead tried desperately to end their fatal contact with her larger and more powerful companion! As she tried to break the kiss, though, squirming and making muffled sounds of protest through her captured lips, her protector's belly gave a soft and ominous growl... and the heroine herself gave voice to a low and intensely needful moan, as she squeezed tighter... and pressed inward and downward, seeming to embrace her lesser counterpart with an increased affection and even lust. Soon, though, the deadly nature of that contact became apparent, as the larger girl's full and crimson lips began to spread wider, encompassing more and more of her companion's face.. as with a desperate, throat-muffled shriek, Mystri found herself staring into the yawning crimson darkness of her once-protector's gaping maw, thick strands of saliva bridging from the pearly upper teeth to the strong lower jaw, before that cavernous darkness spread forward to encompass her head entirely, leaving her blind and helpless before her companion's hunger. Her face hot and slick with saliva, Mystri screamed in horror, begging one last time for mercy... but her only answer was yet a further tightening of those strong hands about her, starting to lift her from the ground, and a slow, terrifying constriction and squeezing of the thick, muscular tongue and the slick, velvety mawflesh about her head, before a long, powerful swallow echoed within the narrow space of the maw... and Mystri knew that she was lost.
And yet the same experience brought to the conquering heroine not terror and desperation, but rather ecstasy and delight as she continued to greedily devour the kicking, squirming body of her friend turned meal! Her athletic, powerful body gave a slow and irresistable shiver as the rich, delectable flavor of the other girl's flesh washed over her tongue, like nothing she had ever tasted, as her hungry throat bulged softly as it filled satisfyingly outward with the thickness of her companion's head and shoulders... and before Mystri's struggles could bring her any hope of escape, the newly-discovered predator lifted her higher, yawning her lips wide as she plunged her hot, moist mouth down further over the innocent victim's body, her pert and generous bosom quivering just past the lips before a long, satisfied slurp drew them inward. Even that delicious portion of her meal caused the stronger girl little delay, though; slowly realizing the need for greater haste, she gulped with abandon, cramming her meal mercilessly and rapidly upward and inward, as a slow, easy rhythm of swallows and gulps served as a grim counterpoint to the softening and quieting litany of wailing and sobbing coming from lower and lower in her smoothly-bulging body. Already, her lips eclipsed the hips of her succulent and healthy prey, her tongue still probing and exploring the hidden curves and clefts of her weakly-wriggling form, and as much as she desired to linger there for just a little longer to enjoy what her meal's body had to offer, she regretfully swallowed again, and the deep, fleshy contraction of her throat thrust her captive down deeper inside, her head already starting to enter the loudly-gurgling chamber of her sweltering and eager stomach. With only the legs protruding from her maw, it was obvious that Mystri was not long for the world...
And Mystri was determined not to go quietly. Her body, soaked and thickly coated with the sticky saliva and the heavy, lubricative slime of the larger girl's throat, twisted and writhed like a landed fish, squirming and arching against the muscular interior of her captor's esophagus, but she only earned herself a swifter and more easy trip downward as the long, muscular ripples of the ringlike bands of flesh that surrounded her seized upon her struggles and used them to more easily thrust and drive her downward. She still kicked her legs and screamed for someone- for anyone- to come and help her, but her resistance was growing less, her legs starting to falter in their kicking, her voice growing hoarse and choked... before with a final, gasping moan, she shuddered and found her body lying still, unable to resist the forceful consumption of her frame, being slowly but surely emptied into her captor's churning, groaning gut with each heavy, disgustingly wet and thick gulping sound the echoed around her. She could feel the lips pressing and sucking upon her thighs as her head and shoulders surged messily past the sphincter that guarded the stomach, and then she was helplessly slithering inside, staring into the darkness as she sloshed inward, thrust into the gooey, hot layer of flesh that lined the heroine's stomach... and she could only whimper and squeal in soft and incoherent protest as she was forced to curl up inside, squeezed and mashed from all directions by the relentless action of the belly's walls as hot, slimy fluids drizzled and coursed over her defenseless body. Other than the heat, she felt, for the moment, perfectly fine... but already, the fabric of her clothing was weakening and coming apart, dissolving to become just another part of the increasingly-caustic soup that surrounded her, soon to process and render her own flesh and blood into nothing more than another part of that thick and soupy mess. Crying openly now, unable to distinguish her salty tears from the gastric juices that coated her flesh, she beat her hands uselessly against the interior surfaces of the fleshy sac that contained her, pressing out in desperation... but she only succeeded in producing a grotesque outline of her struggling body against the flesh and the armor of her better-prepared companion. She knew that even was the act discovered now and the guard summoned, she herself would be impossible to save... but still she struggled and fought, sobbing and wailing in savoring the exquisite injustice and betrayal of being utterly and thoughtlessly devoured by the one girl charged with saving her.
Meanwhile, the heroine herself was in heaven. Cradling her massively-distended gut, her head tilted back and her body gloriously bulging, she continued to swallow down the smooth, milky legs until only the now-bare feet of her meal protruded from her bulging cheeks and full, bright lips. A soft, satisfied groan escaped her, as she watched the toes wriggle, giggling as she casually kicked her prey's discarded footwear to one side, curling out her tongue to wind between the toes, capturing and pulling them inward, one by one... and then one long, lingering swallow was proved to be all it took to finish her meal. The massive, still-moving bulge of her living prey slithered in most satisfying fashion down her throat, stretching its sides and filling her with a deep and abiding sense of comfort and satisfaction and fulfilment; indescribable and incomparable, her meal simply glid down the last few feet, filling out her monstrous stomach as it burbled and churned in preparation to deal with its latest and most nourishing meal... and then, with a soft rumble and a rippling of the surface of her distended belly, the sated heroine opened her mouth and gave a loud, breathy belch, as her digestive tract contracted around its contents. Gazing down and patting her armor-stretching stomach, she giggled quietly, almost unable to comprehend the enormity of what she had just done, as her victim still silently sobbed and begged, writhing and convulsing in the boiling depths of her belly... but that delight was all too short-lived, as at the sound of her distinctly predatory belch the sudden clamor of a few unluckily-placed members of the guard was heard. Suddenly realizing her own vulnerability- made suddenly clumsy and slow by the same massive gut that marked her inescapably as the perpetrator of this unheard-of crime- she turned desperately left and right to seek an avenue of escape... and staggered, poorly balanced, toward the narrow alley behind the potion shop as the sound of clanking mail and hunting voices drew nearer. Throwing herself around a corner, collapsing down onto the ground, she trembled in sudden trepidation as she clamped a hand over her mouth lest she betray herself again, reaching down with trembling fingertips to work and rub and stroke her other hand slowly across the massively swollen surface of her stomach, as it jiggled and shifted with a life of its own, churning and clenching tightly about the body of poor Mystri, now reduced to nothing more than a snack for the recent-born savior of her village.
Mystri could hear the tramping footsteps of the mailed boots of the girls of the Guard; finding a new strength, she reached out, plunging her hands deep into the gooey lining of the stomach, pushing and straining and opening her mouth to cry out, ignoring the thick, slimy fluids that trickled inside... but her hoarse and shrieking cries were voiced in vain, the sound barely loud enough to register even to her silently-huddled captor. Unfortunately for her, she never knew how close to alerting the guards she really came; her own noises were lost long before they ever escaped the deep and thickly-churning pit of the stomach, but she practically drove her predator wild with bliss and ecstasy as her fingers pushed and plunged inward against the heavy-pressing walls of the stomach. A few more seconds, and the heroine could have held her voice no longer, and with the sounds of her moans and cries of ecstasy her discovery would have been imminent... but as Mystri heard the incoherent voices of the Guard-women reconvening, then the tramping boots starting to rush in another direction, the strength to resist left her and with a last, piteous whimper she sank down into the depths of the gooey pit that held her body. Her senses swimming, her body's defenses finally overcome, she reached out one last time to desperately drag her fingers down the edges of her sweltering, pitch-black prison... and then with a long, disgusting gurgle, her captor's body started to go about its more grisly work.
Still staring at her stomach, dizzy with worry, weak with relief, and dazed by the sheer depth of sensation erupting from within, the warrior-woman finally lowered her hand from her mouth, giving a soft, relieved sigh and taking a long, relaxed breath. The sense of contentment that came in the wake of her meal still suffused her body, helped by the struggling form of Mystri's once-clothed body having deadened to a motionless but still-living quietude within her tight-bulging stomach. It was obvious that her prey's journey was only just beginning, though; the wet churning and sloshing that had arisen before from her belly was now replaced by a deep and messily loud and pervasive gurgling and blorping, as the smooth-rounded bulge began to visibly soften and reduce. The predator felt, for just a moment, a pang of pity and regret; the poor girl had been so kind, so trusting, and so very, very sweet... but as another quiet belch welled up from her throat as her tummy burbled and churned, she licked her lips, shivering in pleasure rather than any sort of pity or remorse. It was too right, too perfect; from the moment she had first began her meal, she had -known- that this was the way it was supposed to be... and she knew that from this point, she would never go back. Flushed with excitement and eagerness, she hardly noticed when the softened, rounded lump in her belly began to migrate downward; she only realized with a start that her body was well on its way to processing its load when a loud, fluid draining and flushing could be heard from inside, the mush that was once Mystri slithering and being pumped downward and into the lower reaches of her body's tract. The feeling was as strange and foreign to her as the rest, but no less pleasant; she was tempted to continue to stay there, to experience the rest of the process in peace... but the risk of discovery was still too great, and now that Mystri had taken her rightful place as a descending mass of nutritive sludge sluicing through her intestines, the warrior was free to take herself somewhere less public. Creeping slowly southward, she made her way unnoticed until she had passed beyond the row of intermittent trees that marked the unofficial edges of the main portion of the township. In the short time that task had taken, though, Mystri seemed to have made the rest of her unscheduled journey. Her heavy, slimy remains had wound their long and erratic course through the predator's internal tract, growing quieter along the way as they packed together and solidified, their nutritive content drawn out to feed and sustain the heroine's body... and the warrior herself, by the time she gave herself pause to lean back against one of the many nearby trees, was rather strongly feeling the pressure from within her latest meal now exerted upon her. Grunting in discomfort, squirming a little as she stood, she gazed downward... and with a quiet groan, she suddenly flopped down to sit upon the grass, desperately starting to tug and work at her armor as she wriggled like an overfull child on an overlong trip with no opportunity for relief along the way. "I... ooh. I hear you, I hear you; stop being so... impatient! There we go...!" Muttering to herself- or, rather, to the now-absent creature who so recently occupied her digestive tract- the well-toned and firm-muscled heroine reached down, moaning softly as she wriggled right and left, teasing her tight-fitting and unrestrictive undergarment out of the way after her successful attempt to remove her armor, before she squatted down at the base of the tree, clenching and grunting in concentration. "You sure didn't stay in there long; can't say I blame you, though.."
The bulge in her stomach was long-since gone; now, the swelling of her body had moved to her lower abdomen, the temporary resting place of what little was left of Mystri... and as the heroine strained and pushed, venting a rather voluminous pocket of gas, it became obvious that the unfortunate victim was due for one last trip before her journeying ended forever. Moments later, the dark, thick-packed and malodorous column of waste that represented the endproduct of Mystri's trip through her larger friend's body began to pendulously descend from between her well-sculpted lower set of cheeks, and with a long, satisfied sigh of relief and contentment the heroine let her once-companion make her way outward, an easier and more peaceful journey than the entrance to the body had been. Rather than laboring long and hard at the process, though, the warrior's body seemed well-suited to its new task, and the sludgy remains slid forth as though powerfully pumped and driven from within, coiling and winding and piling up over the ground, steaming and moist, only a shred of fabric here and there hinting at the once-identity of the swiftly-growing pile... until with one last, satisfied sigh, the, heroine stood, turning around and tugging her gear back up into place, gazing down at the monstrously large load of waste that now slowly cooled and hardened at the base of the tree. Her voice caught in her throat for a few moments, she could think of no suiting eulogy for her unfortunate prey; shaking her head, for the moment uncertain again, unsettled by the sight of the load of shit that represented what was once so close and kind a frined, she started to wander off into the village, her hunger for the moment sated, but her mental qualms far from stilled...as what was left of Mystri was simply left there, unknown and unmourned, no more an object of thought or consideration than the result of any other moving of the bowels. Save only for her final role in fertilizing the tree and surrounding plants, her story was well and truly over.
For the heroine, though, this chapter in her history was only just beginning. For some time, she wandered aimlessly through the village, worried and unsettled; wondering if it had all been a mistake, some strange fluke of nature, she couldn't decide whether to try to get her long-delayed rest or whether to try to come to terms with the other side of herself she had revealed... until, quite by accident, she bumped suddenly into the back of another familiar face.
"Hey! Watch wh- ...Oh. It's you. Are you alright? You look terrible...!"
In front of the warrior-woman stood none other than Tanna, headwoman of the village and moreover the first creature the heroine had ever laid eyes upon. Normally upbeat and optimistic, though, now she showed nothing but worry and concern for the beleagured-looking guardian of her people. As Tanna stepped forward, however, the heroine could feel her uncertainty and worry melting away effortlessly. Where was the use in denying it? This wasn't something she needed to think about...
"No! No, I'm fine. I've just... been thinking, that's all. Honestly, come to think of it, I could use your advice! Do you think we might... talk somewhere private, just for a little while...?"
Tanna seemed a little taken aback, but quickly acquiesced to the unusual request. The heroine gave a disarming and friendly smile bright enough to dispel any doubt.
Only her stomach's soft, ominous gurgling signaled the truer nature of the fate about to befall her people...