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Dorothea + Mercedes Succubus Story [UPDATED VERSION]
🕑 Added 2024-02-16 01:13:08 +0000 UTC(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.
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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 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…”
- -
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.
- -
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.~
