Tentacles Grasping Victory

Chapter 5: Arabian Nightmares

by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires

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Ursula’s Lair…

Just outside of Agrabah…

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“Hate… you…” Ariel rasped.

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before. I hate you, you hate me,” she said, singing the next words, “We’re a parody of family.” She rolled her eyes. “Really, dear, get some new material.”

“Never… stop saying it…” Ariel said, the older fat woman breathing heavily. Her heart attack had passed but she was still not in a good condition.

Ursula twitched her tentacles. “Well. Like I said, I can restore you. But I will need to destroy your current body to do it. Remake you from scratch, as it were,” she said.

Ariel groaned, knowing exactly what that would entire. “Just do it… Bitch…”

Ursula shrugged. She picked up Ariel by the legs, and turned her upside down, carrying her in her tentacles over to a stone grate over a bed of eternally burning hot coals, slapping her across it. Smiling happily, she produced some butter and began pouring it over Ariel’s body, ignoring her squirming in discomfort as her body was slowly roasted over the stone grill.

Had this even been here before? Ariel thought, shivering in agony as she felt her body sizzle, slowly browning, her skin tightening as she felt the hot butter wash over her.

Ursula hummed a cheerful song to herself, she roasted the unfortunate former mermaid, shaking spices onto her massively bloated body, flipping her over as if she was just some catch of the day. And in the end, she was. Although Ursula valued her for more than that. (For now, at least. Picking on her was just too much fun.) She flipped Ariel over and over, making sure that she was browned all over, tying her hair in a bun to make sure it didn’t sizzle away. Technically, she shouldn’t be eating hair, as there was the risk of it becoming a bezoar, but her stomach was too powerful not to digest everything she took in.

Once Ariel was nicely toasted all over, grill marks marring her once lovely skin, now brown and tight on her flabby body, ready to burst at the slightest impact. Ursula flopped Ariel on a plate, chuckling.

“I’m surprised you didn’t scream,” Ursula said. “My compliments, dear. You are certainly a hardy one.”

“Why aren’t I dead?” Ariel groaned. The heat had left her dizzy, and her brain meat was literally boiling inside of her skull. She couldn’t even see properly, Ursula just a blur of black and gray to her with a bit of white.

“Oh, that won’t happen until you’re completely devoured,” Ursula said, rubbing her hands together and licking her lips. At Ariel’s groaning glare in her vague direction, Ursula chuckled… and in the back of her head, heard another voice chuckling in sinister amusement.

Ursula shivered in pleasure. “Oooh, I think we found someplace very interesting,” she said softly. “Anyway. Bon appétit, as they say.” She picked up Ariel’s flabby arm and bit down, chomping away at the beautiful, perfectly browned flesh of the mermaid, perfectly rendered fat oozing out with every bit of Ariel’s meat. Indeed, with how blubbersome Ariel had become, it would be a while before she actually got to the meat within. But that was all right to Ursula, as she enjoyed the taste of fat as much as she did meat.

Ariel marveled a little – she wasn’t in pain. Granted, she was still being devoured by a horrible woman and she hated it, but still, she wasn’t in pain. Perhaps being cooked had burned away her nerve endings? She did remember the pain fading as she was being cooked, feeling more of a heat sensation. ...Still, the sensation of Ursula’s teeth sinking into her flesh, tugging her meat away… it was unpleasant. Especially the numbness growing in areas she finished off, the inability to move. She would have complained more, but her brain was still cooking from the heat, and she knew she needed the new body Ursula was giving her. Her heart and lungs were badly strained, and she lay wheezing on the plate as Ursula stuffed herself. (The smoke from the grill didn’t help any.) At least she smelled nice because of the butter and spices…

And indeed, Ursula was savoring Ariel’s massively fat form, enjoying the greasy meatiness of her body as she devoured the arm she was eating completely, crunching through the bones as if they were mere candy. And for the powerful sea witch, at this point they might be. She spun the plate around, and began eating Ariel’s other arm, eagerly gobbling up that rich, creamy fat and the marbled meat buried beneath it, slurping up the bones easily. She easily devours Ariel, teeth chewing through flesh, fat, and bone as if it were nothing.

And Ariel, with her mostly coherent thoughts, hated how easily Ursula was eating her, feeling her shift down to her feet. The dirty old woman licked over her soles, the lightly calloused feet twitching as she ripped them off and chomped them down. For Ariel, it was almost offensive. After everything she’s done, she’s still just a plaything to Ursula. After how far she’s fallen, she’s still just Ursula’s toy. She prayed to whatever god that still listened to wayward mermaids that she would find someone new, so she could be left the hell alone…

Funny you should mention that, said a voice in Ariel’s head, the former mermaid too far gone to properly hear it.

Ursula, meanwhile, would be greatly amused if she could hear Ariel’s thoughts. She did truly adore Ariel… as a plaything, and as a sign of how great a victory she’d achieved against Triton, once and for all corrupting her daughter into something dark and sinister. As she gobbled up Ariel’s legs, slurping the fat out of them and then devouring the sagging skin right off of the meat, which then met a swift end at Ursula’s teeth, she thought idly about what she’d left behind. She hoped her poopsies Flotsam and Jetsam were okay. She also vaguely remembered that Grimsby fellow declaring war on her. She wondered if she’d ever get to see the old fool again.

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Elsewhere…

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Grimsby stood before the floating yellow triangle, glaring at its one, staring eye. The triangle just floated there, one of his slim black arms making a nose picking motion underneath its eye, the top hat on the triangle jauntily leaning to one side.

“And you say, Lord Cipher, that if I swear myself to your service, you’ll give me a chance for revenge?” Grimsby asked.

“Yep,” the pyramid lied. “And please, call me Bill!”

“...I’ll stick with Lord Cipher,” Grimsby said. “...And I agree. I swear myself to your chaos. Chaos which I vow to bring down on Ursula.”

Bill Cipher snickered as he began to change Grimsby into one of his servants. He didn’t know who this Ursula was, but he wished her well. The old man’s kingdom was in so much chaos that he didn’t feel the need to mess with the Coven that had taken up residence there. Have fun, Ursula, the demon god thought. This is one obstacle permanently out of your way.

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Ursula’s lair…

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Ursula decided it wasn’t important. If he ever showed up again, she’d make sure he saw Prince Eric again. Or worse. Instead, she focused on her meal, patting Ariel’s belly, the limbless, heavily fat torso wiggling at the sea witch. “How are we feeling?” she said, licking her lips. Her stomach was comfortably stuffed with meat and fat, although she could still eat a lot more.

“I’d spit at you if I could see you,” Ariel tried to say. Although with her brain cooking in its own juices, she could only slur her words, what came out was basically moaning.

Ursula chuckled, shaking her head. “You never stop being fun, do you Ariel?” she said, digging her teeth into the most delicious part of Ariel, her bellyfat. She ripped open her meal’s belly with her teeth, and began slurping up the fat, Ariel’s stomach visibly sagging. Once she could reach the organs again, Ursula reached in with her grease covered hands and started pulling them out. She ripped out her pregnant womb, gulping that down whole, and chewed up her stretch-marked stomach like it was beef jerky. Her kidneys and swim bladder were popped into her mouth like candy and eaten just as quickly, Ursula’s chins covered in blood and sludge. Lungs, heart, all of them were pulled out of the ripped open cavity, Ursula happily slurping up Ariel’s intestines like they were noodles. As she devoured Ariel’s entrails, she wondered briefly what was on her victim’s mind.

Mind being a generous term at this point. A part of her noted that she wasn’t having lung or heart problems anymore, but her brain was so broiled at this point (although the cooking itself had stopped) that she was barely having coherent thoughts. Psychedelic swirls of color danced through her version, Ariel laughing a little at how beautiful they were. She made noises vaguely like singing as a cartoonish-looking mouse and a cartoonish-looking rabbit appeared in her vision.

“...Well this is just fucked up,” said the mouse. “What do you think, Bugs?”

“Makes me glad we’re just hallucinations in this fic, Mickey,” Bugs said. “Good luck, merdoc. You’re on your own.”

The two strode out of Ariel’s hallucinations, Ariel making a sad noise as they left. They looked funny, and she wanted to see if they’d do something funny. Awww, so sad…

Ursula paid her little mind, eating her backmeat and ribs, stripping them of flesh before crushing the bones and pouring them into some soup stock in a cauldron near the grill. She gulped it down, holding the cauldron with her tentacles as she drummed her fingers on her massive belly. She was almost done, with her meal, Ariel almost completely gone by this point. She lifted up the woman’s head as she set down the cauldron, looking into Ariel’s dazed eyes.

“Tell me, my dear,” Ursula said. “What sort of philosophical statement could you make out of all of this? What sort of moral lesson could be taken from all of this?”

“Uraaarraaaahahrrauah…” Ariel slurred.

“...Good talk,” Ursula said, taking a bite out of the unfortunate mermaid’s head like it was an apple, chomping through her brain. She sucked her eyes out of her skull, and guzzled down the rest of her bones, slurping her hair up easily. She smacked her lips, strumming her fingers on her great, bloated belly. An entire fat person was inside her… and her stomach hadn’t gotten bigger. She could easily take so much more, but she was content for now. She felt delightfully stuffed, and with her favorite food no less.

“UUUUUUUAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!” Ursula belched, grinning. “Well now. That was a fine breakfast, I think.” She smacked her lips, using a slice of bread from her stores to wipe off her chins and face, getting up as much of the grease and fat and blood as she could before eating it. She then used one of the self-cleaning pools in the lair to wash off the fat, blood, and grease from eating Ariel, humming to herself. She poked her belly, feeling Ariel’s soul settling in.

“You good?” she asked her stomach.

That took FOREVER, Ariel complained.

“Like I said, you weren’t dying until you were completely inside me,” Ursula said, laughing. “I can’t help it if your skull got so hot it boiled your brains.”

That’s a lie and you know it you EVIL THING, Ursula said.

“Why hello there, kettle, I’m Mrs. Pott. Did you know that you’re black?” Ursula teased, waggling her black tentacles at herself as she sloshed her heavily overstuffed gut.

Ariel growled incoherently. Well, whatever, she said. Make me a new body.

“Eventually,” Ursula said.

WHAT!? Ariel shrieked.

“I’m… curious,” Ursula said, stroking her chins. “There’s a… a presence here of some kind. One that I find… intriguing.”

What are you talking about? Ariel demanded.

“Something is here… Something possibly on Maleficent’s level, if not a bit under…” Ursula said, astonishment in her voice.

On her level?! Ariel said, shivering in fear. One meeting with the evil dragoness had left Ariel quaking in fear. To think that something on her level might be out there…

“Yes…” Ursula said. “It’s exciting!”

“I’m glad you think so,” said a voice.

Ursula let out a shriek, whirling towards the entrance of her lair. Arriving through the tunnel was a massive, dusky skinned woman, with incredibly thick thighs that jiggled with the slightest movement, bloated calves that started to cover her feet, breasts bigger than her head and a thick, heavy belly that hung down almost to her knees. Her face was puffy and double-chinned, and her ass was thick and jiggly, her arms thick and heavy as well. Her long, blackish-brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she wore filmly red clothes that covered… well, what needed to be covered technically, but her boobs were spilling out to either side anyway.

She was sitting on a mobile throne made of sand, tentacles on the bottom of the throne moving it along. With the woman was a younger girl, who was also incredibly fat. Her breasts were only as large as her head, and her belly only hung down to her waist, but her thighs and arms were very thick, the double-chinned girl’s ass even bigger (by comparison) than the older woman’s. It jutted out behind her so much that it oozed out the back of the throne, very much a great shelf of ass flesh. Unlike Sadira, she was completely nude, all of her young, ridiculously fat body on display for Ursula to ogle.

And more than that… Ursula could tell from the way their stomachs were bulging, a firm, heavy lump in the sagging belly aprons they had hanging from their torsos… both women were pregnant. And were on the verge of birth. To her amazement and amusement, she could tell that they were both pregnant by the same father.

The older woman looked Ursula over, the sea witch staring right back, unafraid. “Our goddess was right,” the older woman said. “There is something interesting on the outside of the city.”

Ursula bowed. “Ah, a goddess then,” she said. “And you are her high priestess?”

The older woman chuckled. “No, no. I am high ranked among her servants, yes,” she said, “but I do not have the honor of being her high priestess. I am Sadira, the Sand Witch. The sands of the desert bow to my Mistress and my Goddess through my power. This is my apprentice, Dhandi.”

“Hiya!” the young girl said cheerfully. “I’d get up, but I don’t want to.”

Ursula laughed. “Oh, you are fun,” she said. “A pleasure to meet you both. I am Ursula, the Sea Witch.”

“You are certainly a long way away from the sea,” Sadira said.

“I have been traveling,” Ursula said. “Seeking out new frontiers of cuisine and chaos.”

“Hm,” Sadira said. “We try to avoid chaos here. Our goddess finally grew strong enough through worship to dethrone and devour the entity known as Chaos, but another creature has already taken his place as Chaos Embodied. We would not attract his attention.”

Ursula nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. “I seek hedonistic pleasures, overall. My apprentice, the daughter of an old foe, is accompanying me on this journey, albeit not willingly at this point.”

Dhandi snickered, kicking her chubby feet. “I can tell,” she said, staring directly at Ursula’s gut. “We heard you talking as we came in.”

The old sea witch snickered. “Yes, I suppose that would give me away. My apprentice is named Ariel. She was once the youngest child of King Triton, the merman himself chosen to wield the mighty Trident of Poseidon… For now, at least,” Ursula said. “I have PLANS for that trident.”

Or she did at any rate. That presence… That PRESENCE… whatever it was she was feeling was thrilling her greatly. And she wanted to meet it desperately. It might change her future plans for Triton, or make her abandon them altogether.

Sadira looked thought, stroking her chins. “Very well,” she said. She gestured, and the desert swirled into the cave, forming underneath Ursula and bringing her over to the others. “Come with us. We’ll give you the grand tour of our Goddess’ great kingdom. AGRABAH!”

“Was the melodramatic tone when you said Agrabah necessary?” Ursula said, smirking.

“No, but it adds an air of mystery. AGRABAH!”

“AGRABAH!” Dhandi said, giggling.

Ursula smirked, stretching out a little. The sand expanded the couch, turning and folding so that Dhandi could face Ursula and Sadira as they talked. “So what are your stories?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Sadira smirked. “I was once simply a thief. But then I met the hero Aladdin…” She sighed softly, one hand on her stomach. “He won my heart instantly. By sheer accident I stumbled upon the secrets of Sand Witches… and before you ask, yes, my title makes me hungry sometimes,” she added, making Ursula laugh, “and used them to gain power. I opposed the hero a few times, before our Goddess came and showed us the way…”

Dhandi grinned. “I was but one of the many street urchins that lived in Agrabah’s poor section outside the castle. When the Goddess came, I, like everyone else in the city, became protected and loved by her. I started gaining to this size when I became Lady Sadira’s apprentice.” She gestured, creating a sand sculpture of Ursula next to her on the sandy couch, which was surprisingly comfortable.

“Fascinating…” Ursula said. “And who is your Goddess?”

“She is Mirage,” Sadira said with adoring reverence. “Mistress of Morbia. Evil Incarnate. Through her benevolence, we are restored, our bellies filled. Through her grace, we live on.”

“How many times since becoming her servant have you eaten people?” Ursula asked, smirking.

“I’ve lost count,” Sadira said honestly, smirking and patting her massive gut. “It’s all a delicious blur at this point.”

Ursula liked this. This goddess, this Mirage… she was clearly using the people of this city as her puppets. But she changed her opinion once the entered the city, citizens moving around to accommodate them as the sand couch floated by.

EVERYONE was fat. Not to the extend of Sadira or Dhandi, but everyone was thick-bellied and jiggly. Men had moobs, women’s breasts were as big as their heads, asses were wide and wobbling with every step, guts hung over belts… it was a cavalcade of fat beauties and hunks, the beauties barely clad in clothes, sweat glistening on their bodies as heaved and jostled about. One particular scene caught Ursula’s eye, watching a pair of fat women, one with an extra bulge in her belly indicating she was pregnant, start gobbling down a large plate of lamb meatballs.

Actually, those looked rather good…

Sadira chuckled. “Kofta,” she said, pointing to the meatballs. “We can feed you them later.”

“Oooh, can we go to where I used to live before I became your apprentice, Lady Sadira?” Dhandi asked.

“Perhaps later,” Sadira said. “Our Goddess wishes to see Ursula, to see if she’s worthy of her direct presence.”

Ursula blinked, and scowled a little.

Sadira smirked at her. “Did you think it would be easy? That you could simply stroll in and we would accept you unconditionally?” she teased.

“...Maybe,” Ursula admitted.

Dhandi and Sadira both laughed merrily, Ursula fuming softly. She could feel Ariel’s smugness at the two of them dismissing Ursula. But she said nothing. The presence she felt was a strong one indeed, and she was determined to see it no matter what.

“Forgive us,” Sadira said. “We do not mean to mock.”

Dhandi nodded. “Your courage and audacity is commendable,” she said. “That audacity is what made Aladdin so great a hero.”

Sadira nodded. “And so dreamy a man…” she said, fanning herself and sighing. She coughed, quickly composing herself. “Ah, forgive me. Even after our Goddess took over the city, my love for the hero remains strong.”

Ursula nodded. “So what happened to this hero, anyway?” she asked.

“He was wed to Princess Jasmine, the heir to the throne,” Dhandi said. “Now, he and Jasmine rule as Sultan and Sultana!”

Sadira sighed, clutching her face and giggling. “And we have the blessing of being a part of his harem, bearing his children… Not quite how I wanted it before my Goddess started deciding what I should want, but I will take it.”

Ursula smirked. “Why not fight? Take what you want. You certainly have the power,” she suggested, unable to resist stirring the pot a little.

Sadira and Dhandi both looked at her, and to Ursula’s alarm, they both had golden, catlike eyes. When they spoke, it was in perfect unison and with one voice. “What power they have they have because I allow them,” said a deep, rich, womanly voice that sent thrills through Ursula’s loins. “Do not speak the blasphemy of rebellion to them again.”

“...My apologies,” Ursula said. Before she could ask the name of the Goddess, the eyes of Sadira and Dhandi turned back to normal. They entered the palace grounds, passing hulking, zombified guards that were wrapped in black steel armor, black sand oozing from the gaps in their armor. Palace servants, all as fat and jiggly as the people of Agrabah, waddled about, waving to Sadira and Dhandi as they passed, watching Ursula curiously for a few moments before returning to their work.

“No one’s really questioning the tentacles, I noticed,” Ursula said, waggling her octopus tentacles in amusement.

“Even before the goddess came, you are hardly the strangest thing to enter the city,” Dhandi said. “Ah, here we are- Oh.” She looked around as they entered the throne room, the dais consisting of a single throne and a heavily padded platform. The only thing in the room was a slim figure clad entirely in dark blue robes, a flying eel of some kind floating around him. His face wasn’t visible in his hood, but Ursula could tell he was looking at her.

“Mozenrath,” Sadira said, glaring at the man. “Stop pretending you’re still scary and tell us where the Mistress and Master are!”

The hooded man bowed. “They are in the baths,” he said, his voice a barely audible rasp. “They felt it appropriate, considering where our guest was from.”

Sadira chuckled. “Indeed,” she said. “Thank you, slave. Return to your duties.”

Mozenrath shuffled away quietly, his eel following.

“Once a deadly nemesis of Agrabah,” Dhandi explained. “Now a punished servant, subordinate to even me.”

Ursula nodded, getting it. Sometimes you had to just take care of another villain before they took care of you. Certainly, she had made sure the Evil Manta would never bother her again. (He and his son were delicious.)

When they finally arrived at the ‘baths,’ Ursula realized they were VASTLY understating themselves. It wasn’t so much a bathhouse but an entire oasis, with glistening pools of water, beautiful trees and vegetation, many bearing fruit… and there were even fish. It extended far further into the room that would be expected, Ursula realizing that she was looking at a pocket dimension of sorts.

More and more she became excited to meet this strange, feline-eyed force.

Sadira dismissed the sand couch. “Go,” she said. “They will be at the back, in the highest point. We shall join you another time.”

Ursula chuckled. “I certainly hope so,” she said. “I would love to play with a pair of lovelies like you two.”

“Hopefully not as roughly as you do with your student,” Dhandi cracked.

Well fuck you too, Ariel thought, wishing she was solid enough to thump Ursula’s belly.

Ursula herself grinned, and dove into the nearest deep pool. To her delight and amazement, there was an entire underwater ecosystem. She swam about, tentacles moving her massive, blubbery form through the water easily. It felt good to swim after so long, the cool, perfect water flowing over her blubber easily. She would surface occasionally, grabbing a snack as she made her way to the back of the pocket dimension.

Finally, water flowing over her belly, she emerged on a large island, a great wall looming over the middle of it. Resting on the island were two figures. One was a handsome, muscular man with a thick beard and mustache. His dick was huge, and he wore a large white sultan’s hat and nothing else. To Ursula’s amusement, he was the only man in the city that wasn’t a zombie with abs.

Laying next to him, for laying was all she could realistically do, was a massive, dusky-skinned woman who was blobular in appearance. Her breasts were vast sacks of fat that lay against the soft grass of the island, her nipples a dark brown as well, constantly oozing milk into the water. Her ass was a ginormous hill of flesh that jiggled and wobbled with the slightest motion, her belly a great, bed-sized mass of blubber that spread outward before the woman. Her arms were buried in her fat, as were her legs, which were smothered underneath her belly, barely visible with her impossibly wide hips. If Ursula had to make a size comparison, the woman’s blobular, multi-chinned form was at least the size of a large, fully-grown elephant. The woman’s jet black hair was long, tied in several gold bands, resting comfortably on her platform-sized shoulders, a curious look in her eyes. Although how she could see out of her fat face was beyond Ursula’s ability to comprehend.

Honestly, it was kind of sexy.

Ursula crawled up onto the island and bowed. “I can assume I am in the presence of the Sultan and Sultana of Agrabah?”

The man chuckled. “You can assume so, yes,” he said. “What gave it away? Was it the hat? It was the hat, wasn’t it?” He sighed. “I love this hat.”

The woman rolled her eyes. She spoke with a deep, rumbling tone, her fat making her voice a little raspy. “I am Jasmine, Sultana of Agrabah and High Priestess of Our Lady Mirage, Evil Incarnate. This goofball is my husband, Aladdin. Hero and Sultan of Agrabah, and Chief Enforcer of Mirage’s Will.”

Mirage, Ursula thought. The name sent a chill of excitement down her spine. She knew that this would be a fun investment of her time. “A pleasure,” she said, introducing herself and Ariel.

“Not many who know how to keep souls alive inside them,” Aladdin complimented. “Mostly, souls get destroyed when they get digested.”

Jasmine licked her lips. “Those final gasps are quite thrilling…” she said.

Ursula just nodded, noticing that Jasmine’s great glob of a belly was squirming around, faces and hands pressing out from the thick fat of her body. Jasmine was a carnivore, like she was. (She hesitated to use the word cannibal, because she didn’t feel human…) She thought back, and realized that literally every female in the city of even close to breeding age was pregnant. And she understood what Agrabah was for the first time, a grin crossing her face.

“Agrabah is a larder, isn’t it?” Ursula said.

Aladdin and Jasmine paused, trading looks. After a moment, both Sultan and Sultana started chuckling. “Indeed,” Aladdin said. “Well met. Once, I saved them from Mirage – now I save them for her.” He smiled proudly.

Jasmine nodded as best she could. “You’ve noticed that everyone in the city is pregnant, from me on down the line, hm?” she said.

Ursula nodded, snickering. “I’ve noticed that you’ve not gotten a lisp despite how fat your cheeks are,” she teased.

Jasmine smirked. “I have had much practice speaking in public,” she said. “I will need to sink further into my face before it affects my speech.”

Ursula clapped. “Well done, then,” she said.

Jasmine chuckled. “But yes. All are pregnant, so there will constantly be an influx of new food into the kingdom for Mirage and I to enjoy, including anyone we reward with the flesh of humans. We shall keep the women of this city perpetually pregnant and producing, all for the glory of Mirage.”

Ursula shivered in delight. “I must say, this is certainly several of my own evil fantasies come to life,” she said. “You’ve done very well for yourself here.”

Jasmine bowed. “Come,” she said. “Show our Lady of Wickedness how you kiss.”

“Forward,” Ursula said, turning to Aladdin. “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

Aladdin shrugged. “All goes as my Lady wishes,” he said.

Ursula chuckled softly. Broken. They’re all completely broken. I wonder how it happened, she thought, waddling her way up to Jasmine. She clambered up the side of the massive woman as best she could, pressing her massive gut against Jasmine’s great glob of a belly. Closing her eyes, she leaned in and kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwining as they made out, flabby cheeks pressing against one another.

Ariel, curious, reached out with her own magic, wanting to see Jasmine’s soul. What she did see shocked her… Jasmine’s soul, a light blue, was in her body. But there was a ghostly, dark brown hand wrapped around it, clenching it tightly. Mirage, Ariel realized.

Yes, said a voice, a green aura manifesting next to Ariel. And you are the daughter of Triton, blood of Poseidon.

Ariel ‘blinked.’ H-huh!? How did you… She paused, sensing the great strength coming from the glowing ball next to her. You’re Mirage…

I am. You shall see my body shortly. I am just wondering if you would like a chance to strike back against Ursula… Mirage offered.

...You would do that for me? Ariel said.

I would do that because I am bored. Mirage said. I require entertainment. I still wish to maintain order in my kingdom and not draw in the current Chaos Incarnate, but I’m not above having a little fun.

Ursula could be a strong ally, Ariel said, playing devil’s advocate.

Indeed. From what I have seen so far, I like her. But I am Mirage. I am Evil Incarnate. And I am not above hurting even my allies, she said.

The bluntness in the spirit’s voice left Ariel chilled. And yet she could feel the truth in them. And honestly? A chance to possibly fight Ursula on even ground sounded wonderful. I’m in, she said.

Mirage manifested a toothy, cheshire cat grin on her spirit orb. We’ll talk later, she said, vanishing from Ariel’s ‘sight.’

After a long moment, Jasmine and Ursula broke the kiss, Jasmine looking thoughtful. “Not bad,” she said. “Reminds me a little of one of my first meals when I became High Priestess… What was her name… bigger lips than Ursula here…”

Aladdin thought for a moment, and brightened. “Ah! Mehrunisa,” she said. “She was a merchant. Her sister Bakhtawar was head of the harem quarters in the city.”

Ursula looked amused. “A brothel? In the city?”

Aladdin and Jasmine looked confused for a moment, and then laughed. “The European mistake,” Aladdin said, chuckling. “No, a harem is simply where the female members of a household stay. Certainly there were concubines among Bakhtawar’s staff, but it wasn’t what most Europeons imagined it to be.”

Ursula nodded. She’d heard stories from a few men she’d seduced as a siren about the harems of the Middle East. Apparently they’d gotten rather romantic ideals in their head.

Jasmine licked her lips. “Mmmm, fond memories,” she said. “Mehrunisa was an especially delicious meal… Such a regret that there was only one of her…”

Ursula raised an eyebrow. “I do so hope you’re not getting ideas,” she said.

“You are quite tasty as well,” Jasmine teased. “But no, my Lady commands that you live for now. She says the fight you’d put up wouldn’t be worth it.”

Ursula shivered again. The power here was palpable, she could feel it. Right behind that wall was something impossibly strong. She just had to behave until she earned her attention.

“Still, I’d like another sample,” Jasmine purred. “Kiss me again…”

Even if she wasn’t in danger, Ursula wouldn’t have said no. Jasmine was an amazing kisser. She should have her give lessons to Ariel.

Haha, fuck you, Ariel snarked.

Their lips met again, Ursula closing her as as the two made out, tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. But halfway through, things changed. Jasmine’s lips became furrier, and her tongue became rougher, almost sandpaper-esque. She pulled her head back…

...and found herself looking into the heavily fattened face of Mirage.

Mirage herself was even more massive than Jasmine. She was the size of a building, her blubber mountainous. Arms and legs weren’t even a suggestion, her breasts massively thick mounds that extended out into a moat of breast milk that flowed around the golden platform they lay on. The feline’s ass was a great pyramid of bootyflesh, rising far above where her head was. Her belly actually overflowed the platform, oozing out into the void of stars surrounding them, nearly all available space on the platform taken up by Mirage’s great, fat body. Her head, multi-chinned and puffy-cheeked, lay in a valley of dark brown-furred flesh, her long black hair covered by a golden cap with a serpent on it. The platform itself had fiery torches at each corner, warming Mirage’s titanic form.

When she spoke, it was a deep, almost bassy rumble. “I am Mirage,” she declared, her voice having a slight lisp to it. “I am Evil Incarnate. Welcome to Morbia. You have come to my chity. Why?”

Ursula couldn’t resist. “Your ‘shitty?’ Have I come to a great mound of feline fecal matter?”

FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT

Even Ursula gagged at that, a smirk crossing Mirage’s face. “Lesh’t jusht shay there’s a reason I let my assh dangle into the void,” she teased.

Ursula, coughing from the mega stank, grinned despite the stench. “Oh, I like you…”

Mirage chuckled. “But there ish shtill my quesshon. Why are you here?”

“For fun,” Ursula said. She stroked a hand down Mirage’s chins, cooing sensually. “And perhaps for romance.”

“Love…” Mirage muttered. “Not a conchept I am too fond of.”

“So who says there has to be love?” Ursula said defensively. “I run on lust for the most part. You can ask my bellypet here.” She gestured, and Ariel meeped as her spirit was brought out of Ursula’s belly, a floating orb of reddish blue that both goddess and witch stared at with fascination and amusement.

After a moment, Ariel formed her soul into a hand making a rude gesture.

Mirage and Ursula both went wide-eyed for a moment. And then they both laughed, Ursula tossing Ariel back down her throat like a piece of popcorn. “I must say,” she said, watching with amusement as Mirage’s laughter made her great mountain of fat wobble around. “I am impressed with what you’ve done. You’ve completely taken over this city.”

“It wash difficult,” Mirage admitted. “Aladdin is a frushtratingly competent hero. Espechially with the array of allies he had.”

“Oh?” Ursula said.

“A genie, a magic carpet, a well-trained pet monkey, a parrot that could funcshun at human intellect that was the minion of a previous enemy, and on occasion Jashmine hershelf…” Mirage said.

Ursula blinked. “A genie?! Well no wonder. With a powerful slave like that…”

Mirage rolled her eyes, ughing. “No. The genie wash FREE. They were friends.”

Ursula faceplanted in Mirage’s thick fat. “Ack. I know it works, I’ve seen it happen, but damn it, the Power of Friendship is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard of…”

Mirage smiled. “How the heroesh keep getting away with using it drives me nutsh,” she said. After a moment’s thought, she manifested some walnuts and let them drop into her mouth, crunching them up shell and all.

Ursula chuckled. “But still, many compliments on putting an end to all resistance. What happened to the genie, anyway?”

Mirage licked her lips. “Devoured. Shame as the magic carpet. I devoured another genie as well, a female one. Dhandi happily turned that one over to me.”

Ursula smiled. “Ah, that’s something I would like to see,” she said.

Mirage gave her a look. “Truly? Would you like to see how I broke this city once and for all?” she asked.

Ursula nodded. “Certainly, if its possible.”

Mirage’s eyes glowed, Ursula’s glowing a moment’s later.

Soon, Mirage and Ursula were standing side by side, Mirage having shrunk down to Ursula’s side, her feet buried under thick trunks of fat, her ass having gone from a pyramid to a massive shelf of blubber, her boobs hanging down past her waist, her glob of a belly hanging down past her knees. “Then let’s see, shall we?” Mirage said, grinning.

“Ah,” Ursula said, smiling. “Phantoms of the past. We can see and move about, but we cannot interact with anything. Correct?”

“Very good,” Mirage said.

Ursula bowed. “My magic knowledge is seconded only by that of Maleficent.”

“I know of her,” Mirage said, stroking her chins. “A fine woman, and while I am stronger, she is one who’s orders I would follow if called upon.”

Which just made Maleficent more frightening and impressive to the sea witch, hearing that a goddess would bow her head to her.

The two of them were at a great, vast temple shaped like a sphinx. One with Mirage’s face, Ursula realized with amusement.

A great battle was going on, a shockingly skinny Jasmine trapped in a crystal prison. To the Princess’ credit, she was fiercely fighting to free herself, punching and kicking at her prison.

Mirage herself was doing battle with Aladdin and his allies. He buzzed around on the magic carpet, slashing with an enchanted sword. The Genie, a great, blue, gregarious goof, had put on a luchadore outfit and was attempting to grapple with Mirage, leaving him open for Aladdin’s attacks. The monkey and the parrot were wielding crystal tools, the parrot sporting the most obnoxious voice Ursula had ever heard, trying to free the princess.

“ARRIBA LA RAZA!” Genie declared in an awful Spanish accent, holding Mirage in a full nelson. Mirage desperately struggled to free herself, dodging Aladdin’s slashes by pure dumb luck. Finally, he came close with one of his attacks, slicing open her top and freeing her breasts.

Everyone stopped and stared, blushing brightly, for a quick moment.

Ursula whistled softly. “An impressive rack, even back when you were skinny,” she said.

The fatter Mirage shook her head, scowling. “I liked that top,” she said. “I haven’t worn clothes in two years, but still…” Ursula patted her shoulder, understanding.

“ENOUGH!” the skinny Mirage said, generating a burst of energy from her body that sent everyone flying.

Genie was the first to recover, the magic carpet having to go retrieve a dazed Aladdin as he fell into the void, the magic sword lost. He turned into a character from a popular hero shooter, a blue uniform, flak vest, skull cap, and eyepatch appearing on his head. “I’LL BLAST YE TO BLOODY SMITHEREENS!” he shouted, firing pipe bombs from a grenade launcher that appeared in his hands.

Mirage, still topless, tanked each blast, running on all fours towards the Genie and pouncing on him, slashing him into chunks of blue with her claws. Fortunately for the Genie, destruction on that level was merely an inconvenience, although he’d need a few moments to reassemble himself.

His head was the first to piece itself back together. “I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again – You’re a sick kitty,” he declared.

“You have no idea,” Mirage said. “I am DONE with this. I am DONE WITH YOU ALL.” Leaving the Genie to wield his chunks back together (and indeed, his still intact hand produced a welding torch), she teleported over to the crystal, grabbing the monkey, clad in a vest and fez, and the parrot.

The monkey fought fiercely, screeching and thrashing and biting at her hand. The parrot immediately began simping.

“ALL HAIL THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MIRAGE!” the parrot declared. “Listen, if you’re in the market for an evil minion, I can give you GREAT recommenda-”

“From the wizard you betrayed and killed?” Mirage snarled. “Be silent, fool. You’re about to die anyway. In horrible fashion.”

The fatter Mirage grinned. “What is about to happen is one of the most satisfying moments of my life,” she said.

“ALADDIN!” the skinny Mirage roared. The hero was rapidly coming back, riding on the magic carpet, desperately trying to get to his friends to rescue them. “THIS IS THE PRICE FOR CHALLENGING ME!”

And then she stuffed both animals into her mouth headfirst.

Jasmine, Genie, and Aladdin gasped in shock, watching as Mirage swallowed the two of them whole. She roughly stuffed the two frightened, screeching animals down her gullet, her mouth and throat distending to take them in. Any scratches they did to her had no effect, the feline goddess of evil easily gulping the two of them down, the bulges passing through her ribs, bulging her breasts out, and settling in her stomach, forming what would be a cute potbelly once they stopped moving.

Aladdin had been flying forward the entire time, hoping to get there to save his beloved animal companions. But he was too late. He could only watch as Mirage’s belly wriggled and thrashed around, the monkey and the parrot slowly succumbing to her powerful digestion.

Mirage shivered in pleasure as she felt them dying inside her, her thoughts playing to her future self and her guest. Feels good… feels better than I imagined, to have them inside me… She licked her lips, grinning. And I’ll absorb their souls, too. Erase their existence and use it to fuel mine… I did this on a whim, but I think I’ve found the perfect method of torture…

The fat Mirage chuckled. “The start of something grand,” she said.

Ursula nodded. “I remember my first time…” she said.

“Perhaps after my show we can see yours,” Mirage said.

“We’ll see,” Ursula said, grinning in amusement at Ariel’s curiosity.

Aladdin, screaming in rage, launched himself off of the magic carpet, tackling Mirage to the ground and punching her in the face repeatedly. “Give them back! GIVE THEM BACK!” he screamed, desperately trying to hurt her in SOME way.

“FOOL!” Mirage sneered, overpowering Aladdin easily and forcing his head up against her belly, which was steadily growing still as she digested the monkey and parrot. “Feel their deaths! There will be no afterlife for them, for they are mine forever!”

Aladdin, pounding her legs, desperately tried to free himself. He sobbed openly as the monkey and parrot slowly died. “Iago… Abu… I’m so sorry…” he moaned.

Abu gently pressed a hand out against Aladdin’s cheek, Mirage’s bellyflesh keeping them from actually touching. Iago, barely alive, coughed. “Knew it had t’end someday, Al… didn’t think it’d be like this… Thanks for… giving me a chance…” he said, trailing off as he died, Mirage shivering as she absorbed their souls.

Aladdin shuddered as he felt his friends die. “You bitch… You evil, evil bitch…” he sobbed.

Jasmine slumped over in her crystal prison, weeping openly. The magic carpet was shaking with fury. And Genie…

“No more games,” he said coldly. “No more references, no more jokes.” Mirage, patting her bulging, lumpy belly, turned.

The Genie had pieced himself together, his eyes glowing white with fury. His blue body was cast in shadow as he grew to massive size, fists radiating power. “No more suffering. I’ve held back for too long.”

Mirage just belched in his general direction. “BBBBAOOOOOOOOOORRRRRP!”

Genie fumed, grinding his teeth. “I’ll rip out your spine and make decorations out of it!”

“And here I thought genies couldn’t kill,” Mirage snarked, chuckling.

“You’d be surprised what you can live through,” Genie said, raising his massive fist.

“Fool,” Mirage said. “All genies have the same weakness.”

“Nice try,” Genie said. “I’ve been freed of my lamp. I only keep it around for nostalgia purposes and a place to stay. You won’t kill me by destroying it.”

“Who says I need your lamp?” she said, creating a dark green lamp in a swirl of magic.

Genie’s eyes widened in fright. “No… NO!!”

“STOP IT!” Aladdin said, grabbing at her arm. Without looking at him, Mirage teleported him into the crystal prison with Jasmine. Cackling, the feline goddess held out the lamp, and began to chant in an ancient language. Genie’s misty body started to get drawn into the lamp, Genie screaming in fright as he struggled to get away.

“Not again!” he shouted, golden manacles forming over his arm. “NOT AGAIN!!” He shot blast after blast at Mirage, accidentally destroying the magic carpet in his fearful attacks, Mirage not breaking her stance even as her body was battered by the powerful magic, destroying her clothes and jewelry, leaving her completely nude. Aladdin and Jasmine, hugging each other, could only watch in horror as Genie, scrambling at the air, was pulled into the lamp. His hands, clutching desperately for something to hold onto, were the last to get sucked into Mirage’s lamp.

“Phenomenal cosmic power… itty bitty living space,” Mirage said, chuckling as she sauntered over to Jasmine and Aladdin. “Well, this has gone better than I thought.”

“We’ll stop you,” Aladdin said. “You just made a mistake! I’ll get the lamp away from you!”

Jasmine said. “And our wishes will be your undoing!”

Ursula just stared incredulously. “Did… did they just blurt out-”

“WOW,” the past Mirage said, laughing at them. “And here I thought it was villains that blabbed their plans out like that.” She snickered, looking at the lamp. “Still… The genie is a threat… I suppose someone should take care of him.” Before Aladdin and Jasmine’s horrified eyes, Mirage raised the lamp to her lips and began to suck on it. A blue mist emerged from it, going down her throat and into her stomach, which began to bulge out.

“No… NO!” Aladdin screamed, tears in his eyes.

“What… What are you doing!?” Jasmine wailed.

Mirage ignored them, literally guzzling down the genie’s body, his misty form turning into pure magical essence inside of her, bloating out her midriff more and more as she drank him like milk. She rubbed her stomach, which began to glow blue as she consumed more and more of the genie. Drinking him like this, it was empowering. It made her feel amazing as she consumed him. Truly, this was the most fun she had had in a while. Plus, it was satisfying a primal need she realized she’d been ignoring for quite some time.

She could feel the desperation of the genie as he struggled to reform his body inside of her. Each subtle movement sent a tingle of pleasure through her womanhood, the swelling of her belly arousing her more and more. She was… happy. Truly and purely happy. She credited that feeling to the absolute, utter victory she had just won.

Finally, she finished draining the lamp. Her belly was now a pregnant-looking bulge, making her look a couple months overdue with twins. Her gut glowed blue as she steadily absorbed the genie’s life and magic into herself. She panted softly, her pussy tingling with delighted need as she looked around the battlefield. She looked up at Jasmine and Aladdin, the two of them hugging each other tightly.

She pulled the crystal down towards herself, and dissolved it. The two heroes collapsed, picking each other up, staring helplessly at Mirage’s belly as it twitched and squirmed about, genie desperately fighting for his life. Roughly, Mirage grabbed their hands, making them both rub her belly as she digested the genie. She deliberately got in close to the two of them, and let out a sick, rancid belch in their faces.

“BBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!”

Aladdin, tears in his eyes, glowered at her, Jasmine weeping openly, struggling to get her hand away from Mirage’s bulging belly. “I hate you!” she screamed.

“I know that,” Mirage said. “And its a beautiful emotion. It looks good on you.” She licked her lips. “But I’m not done yet.”

Aladdin snarled. “What more could you do to us?! What more could you take from us!?”

“Agrabah,” Mirage said, smirking.

Aladdin and Jasmine gave her a horrified look. “Please…” Jasmine begged. “Please, don’t hurt my people.”

“They’re innocent, Mirage! They’ve done nothing to you!” Aladdin said.

Mirage purred as she forced the two of them to rub her bulging, heavy, steadily calming stomach. “I know that. I’ll hurt them because I want to, not for punishment.”

“Mirage… Mirage please, there has to be something we can do!” Jasmine begged.

Mirage paused. “…Serve me,” she said.

“What?” Jasmine and Aladdin said, shocked.

“Serve me, both of you,” Mirage said. “Jasmine, become my High Priestess. Aladdin, become my Chief Enforcer. Turn your city into my temple. For if you do not…” She let go of their hands. “It will become my buffet. And I will drown you both in the bowel movement that used to be the citizens of Agrabah.”

Aladdin and Jasmine staggered back. They looked at each other, each looking to the other for something, ANYTHING they could do to fight. But there was nothing. They had lost. Mirage had beaten them completely and utterly. Tears in their eyes, they both got down on their hands and knees, vowing to serve Mirage.

Mirage licked her lips, grinning. “What a day. What a lovely, lovely day.”

Well, this feels familiar, Ariel muttered. Ursula shushed her, the scene continuing.

Mirage snapped her fingers, and the trio left Morbia, reappearing in the throne room of Agrabah. Mirage, still nude, rubbed her belly contentedly, purring softly, Jasmine and Aladdin still on their hands and knees.

Razoul, head of the guards, ran in at the sound of magic, some of his men following him. At the sight of Mirage, he drew his sword. “Say the word, Princess, and we attack.”

“Wait!” Jasmine said. She wasn’t surprised that Mirage had done this. She seemed like the type to rub it in.

“Enough, Razoul. Don’t attack her,” Aladdin said.

Razoul blinked. “What?! WHY!?” he demanded.

“Because she’s won,” Aladdin said, visibly broken. “Genie, Carpet, Abu, Iago… they’re gone. We can’t beat her.”

Jasmine closed her eyes briefly, tearing up. “Spread the word, Razoul. All of Agrabah now serves Mirage, the Evil Incarnate! BOW DOWN AND PAY RESPECT TO YOUR NEW EMPRESS!”

Mirage just folded her legs, making her heavily bloated belly slosh. She grinned wickedly at Razoul as he wrestled with anger, his fingers going white as he clutched his sword… and then he slumped, giving in and kneeling, his frightened guards kneeling with him.

The current Mirage paused the flashback, smirking at Ursula, who applauded. “Well done, my dear, well done! A fine conquest. And off of another plan thwarted as well, apparently…”

Mirage shook her head. “Believe it or not, when I was attacked, I wasn’t doing anything evil. They had found a godslaying sword and planned to use it on me,” she said. “As you can imagine, I wasn’t too happy with that.”

“And the sword itself?” Ursula said.

“I tracked it down once Jasmine was fully converted into becoming my slave,” Mirage said. “Seeing her reaction to her first prey…” The feline goddess made a chef’s kiss gesture. “Ah, bliss. You’ve got to love that moment when you see someone fully embrace their evil nature.”

“Oh, I know,” Ursula said. “Mind if I borrow this little mindscape?”

Mirage let her, watching with vicious glee as Ursula showed the moment when Ariel decided to give up on holding onto her morals and just give in to decadence. “Of course, this also comes with her swearing to do me great harm someday. Although I’m reasonably certain I can make her give up.”

I will get SOME SORT of revenge before this is over! Ariel declared.

Mirage purred. “You are a delightful woman, Ursula. Plus you’re carrying kittens in your womb, so that’s also a plus for me.”

Ursula grinned, sensually rubbing her massive stomach. “Want to put some kittens of your own in there?” she teased.

“Certainly,” Mirage purred. “I think we can make room for them.”

Ursula blinked. “...What, get me pregnant while I’m already pregnant?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done such a thing,” Mirage said, grinning. “I have made it a personal goal in life to keep Jasmine in a perpetual state of pregnancy for the rest of her life.”

Ursula got so many luscious ideas from hearing that, images of keeping Ariel constantly pregnant, knocking her up further at least once a week so her belly would always be tight and bulging with life.

NO, Ariel shouted. NOT HAPPENING. I AM NOT BECOMING A SQUID FACTORY.

“It’s not like you can stop her, Ariel,” Mirage said.

YOU’RE NOT A PART OF THIS DISCUSSION, MIRAGE!! Ariel shrieked.

“I say she is,” Ursula said. “Mirage here is one of the most fascinating, most beautiful women I’ve ever met. Be nice to me, Ariel, because I’m pretty sure that you’re going to be second favorite when this is over.”

Oh no, I’m so scared, Ariel snarked. Can I have my body back, please?

Mirage snickered. “Might as well,” she said.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Ursula said in a long, drawn out whine. “Let’s do this, then.”

Mirage decided to help her. There was a swirl of magic, green and black energy dancing around the room… and then, with a comical pop, Ariel reappeared.

Still fat, still pregnant, and still a gray-haired old lady.

“Oh come on!!” she said.

“Did you really think I’d let you be young again?” Ursula cackled.

“...Y’know what? I honestly didn’t. Because you’re a pettypretty, evilloving, vindictivejust and fair whorewoman of class wait NONE OF THAT IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY!!”

Mirage smirked. “Really? Sheems like it wash to me,” she said, somehow managing to form an innocent face on her massive, blobular form as she reverted back to it. Both seafarers briefly stumbled as Mirage’s massive form surged out around them, the cat reverting to her more massive state.

“You… you did this…” Ariel said, glaring at the vaguely feline blob of furry fat.

Mirage just sneered. “You are literally a fish in the realm of a cat deity. Tread carefully,” she said telepathically, meeting Ariel’s gaze head on.

Ariel’s eye twitched, and she got right into Mirage’s face, digging right through the layers of cheeks to look her in the eye.

“YOU’RE DESPICABLE,” Ariel declared.

Mirage smirked. “Among other things,” she said telepathically again. “You’re boring. Go keep Jasmine and Aladdin company.”

“No, I’m not done YELLING AT YOU YE-” She vanished in a pop, reappearing and landing in the pool next to Jasmine and Aladdin.

“Hi,” Jasmine said, smiling. “Have you heard the word of our lord and savior Mirage?” Ariel made a rude gesture. “Apparently you have,” Jasmine said, amused.

Ariel sneered. “How can you stand working for someone so horrible?” she said.

“Bold of you to assume that I’ve stood anytime in the past year and a half,” Jasmine said. The vast-bellied woman tossed a whole peach in her mouth, chewing it up pit and all. Her belly was still twitching with the remnants of her meals, a content look on her face. Nearby, Aladdin was vigorously making love to Dhandi, his hands wandering all over her young body as he thrust his dick over and over into the lovely young woman, her blubbersome, heavily pregnant body jiggling with every thrust. He was gripping tightly to the young woman’s utter shelf of an ass, her cheeks clapping around him with every thrust. Nearby, Sadira lay, the heavily fat woman visibly exhausted, her legs spread and her pussy dripping cum.

“Your husband certainly gets around,” Ariel said.

“He is allowed his pleasures, as am I,” Jasmine said. “Dhandi was merely a friend of ours before Mirage conquered us, and had a genie friend she was bonded with. By the time My Lady was done with her, she happily gave Eden over to be devoured.” She took another peach and devoured it, pit and all, juice spitting from her mouth as she ate it. “Sadira was a rival in love. Bit of a long story. Some time rearrangement shenanigans were involved. But she fell in line, just like the rest, including the barbarian country Odiferus and their delicious if smelly cheese.” She thought for a moment. “Sadira, when you can stand again, go get a wheel of Odiferan cheese. The more it smells like my flatulence the better.”

Ariel grimaced. “One, how is it better, two… Odiferus? Seriously?”

“The bigger the stink, the bigger the flavor, and…” Jasmine snickered. “You think that’s bad? The leader’s name is Uncouthma and his bride is Brawnhilda. But they’re good people, honestly. Stupid, and pathetically easy to manipulate, but good people. And just invincible enough to be useful to My Lady. It’s always a shame when useful people die.” She devoured another peach.

Ariel just poked her in the belly, which was slowly going still as her latest living meals digested.

Jasmine just raised an eyebrow. “I said useful. They’re being useful. They’ve given me quite the fine meal to fill out my beautiful body!”

“AAAHNH!!!” Dhandi moaned, clutching at her massive belly. “Mmmmph! Lord Aladdin! My water’s broken!”

“GOOD!” Aladdin said, grinning viciously to his wife. “Told you it would work! Told you if I fucked them hard enough I could induce labor!”

Jasmine chuckled dryly. “Yes, yes, you’re as smart as you are handsome,” she said. “Finish up and bring her here.”

Dhandi whimpered a little, clutching at her stomach as she shivered in pleasure. Aladdin, feeling her inner muscles flex, shook his head, smacking her thick, heavy ass and making it wobble around. “Nope. Not yet,” he said. “I haven’t gotten off yet.” He kept up his thrusting, going faster and faster, roughly squeezing the unfortunate young apprentice’s ass, hard enough for his handprints to leave bruises. He didn’t truly care about the woman writhing underneath him. He only wanted pleasure.

With a final, grunting thrust, he came into Dhandi, shuddering in bliss as he shoved her aside. “Well done, apprentice,” he said, wading casually into the water. “You can start pushing now.”

“Blessings of Mirage upon you, Lord,” Dhandi said, groaning in utter lust as she bore down. Ariel watched impassively, quietly wondering why she was just watching this. Dhandi’s pussy bulged out, and Jasmine shook her flabby head.

“Wait!” the carnivorous high priestess said. “Wait. Dhandi, come here. I wish to have veal.”

Sadira grinned happily. “A true honor, Dhandi!” the sand witch said, Dhandi blushing in response.

“You honor me,” Dhandi said. “To feed you my child…”

Ariel’s eyes widened. She started to say something, when a voice in her head spoke up. What, exactly, can you say to convince these crazy people that they’re crazy, hm? Ariel just shook her head, watching as Dhandi climbed up on Jasmine and sat on the elephantine woman’s face. The younger woman moaned in delight, Jasmine bringing her arms up to hold her in place, gripping into her tight ass cheeks. She slurped at Dhandi’s womanhood, savoring the taste of it as she felt it bulge out with the new life about to be sacrificed to her hunger. Drool flowed steadily down her chin as she felt her pussy part, the baby’s head of hair emerging.

Mirage had done something interesting to the women of Agrabah. She made it so that any time they gave birth, it would be orgasmic. It encouraged them to become pregnant over and over, to give birth to more and more food for their gluttonous goddess of evil. And Dhandi was no exception. She writhed about on top of Jasmine’s face, her booty cheeks jostling with the slightest movement. Her cunt spreading open by her child’s emerging head was sending the young woman into raptures of pleasure.

Sadira watched her apprentice with mad glee as she gave birth down her former romantic rival’s throat. It was SUCH an honor to have your young consumed by the High Priestess, and she could only hope that she got the same. As she watched, she felt Aladdin sidle up to her, wrapping an arm around her wide waist and squeezing her heavy, flabby belly. She blushed. “My liege, the High Priestess asked me to retrieve cheese…” she said.

“I’ll join you,” Aladdin said. “I’m just about done here. Jasmine will stay longer because she likes the smells, but I don’t need my fingertips to get more prune-like than they already are.” He looked at his hand, and indeed, they had become rather wrinkly due to their extended bath.

Sadira giggled. “With Her Wickedness’ promises of eternal youth, I can see why that would be disturbing,” she said. “And I cannot help but take some personal satisfaction too. I know your heart belongs to Jasmine… but you keep coming to me as well.”

“You tempted me,” Aladdin said, grinning. “Mirage teaches us to give into temptation.”

Ariel just sat impassively in the sweet scented water, watching everything. Her mind was racing, struggling to find something to give this whole mess meaning. Mostly, though, she was just tired. She hated Ursula, she hated Mirage… She would give anything if she could just leave. Even without magic. She was tired of being a toy.

But from the moans coming from Dhandi, she wasn’t getting tired of being a toy anytime soon. She squirmed, grinding her hips down on Jasmine’s mouth, the predator blob of a woman eagerly slurping around the slowly emerging head of her meal-to-be, slurping up birth fluids as they oozed out over the baby. It squirmed about as it was forced out of her mother’s cunt, Dhandi shuddering in orgasm as the head fully emerged from her pussy, followed soon after by the shoulders.

This was definitely Jasmine’s most favorite meal. When the food was so fresh it had just been born… quite literally. Madness had made her start thinking of herself and Aladdin as the only ‘real’ people in Agrabah. Anyone who wasn’t real was either a saint or a food source. Ariel was ‘real,’ as was Ursula. Maleficent was definitely real, as was her beloved Mirage.

Dhandi and her baby, though? Fodder. Food. A production machine. And one that was gratefully providing her was a delicious meal to eat. She thanked her by gently nipping at Dhandi’s pearl, sending the girl into raptures of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, and she climaxed, more of her baby shooting out, leaving the hips trapped inside.

Dhandi fondled herself, shivering and quivering in pleasure as her orgasm rocked her body. She loved this feeling, loved the feeling of PLEASURE, like Mirage’s claws gently stroking over her sensitive skin. Her pussy gushed over her baby, which was starting to squirm and wonder what was going on.

Jasmine, hungrier than ever now, wrapped her lips around Dhandi’s crotch and began to SUCK, YANKING the baby the rest of the way from Dhandi’s womanhood, a shriek of sheer delight leaving the young apprentice witch’s mouth as her child slipped free of her cunt, briefly becoming a bulge in Jasmine’s neck before disappearing into the flab on her chest.

Ariel’s eyes widened as she saw that comparatively tiny bulge disappear behind the ocean of fat that was Jasmine’s chest. “...You actually did it,” she said. “You ate a baby.”

Jasmine licked her lips, roughly shoving the blissed-out, orgasmic Dhandi off of her. She was done with her for now. “That I did. And it was delicious,” she said. “Small lives taste better than large ones, I’ve noticed. Hopefully Sadira gets back before she goes into labor – I’d love to suck her child out of that sandy pussy of hers!”

Ariel looked at Jasmine’s belly, which was constantly churning and sloshing about. She squirmed uncomfortably, feeling a strange warmth in her loins. She looked away from Jasmine, but not before the High Priestess noticed the former mermaid’s discomfort. “Something wrong?” she asked, licking her lips.

“...Usually there’s a belch after eating someone,” Ariel muttered.

“For a morsel like that? Hardly,” Jasmine said, chomping up a peach again, devouring the pit as well, unconcerned by the poisons in it. “My belches are reserved for feasts, or when Milady Mirage gifts us with her milk.” A smile crossed the Arab woman’s face. “But that’s not what’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

“...No,” Ariel said. She looked over to Dhandi, the apprentice sand witch snuggling tiredly into Jasmine’s immense side. The heavily obese former princess stroked the young girl’s head, as if she hadn’t just sucked a baby out of her just moments earlier. “...Even with a blissful orgasm, you stole the life of this girl’s child as if it were nothing. You’re so big, so huge, that the baby didn’t even make a BULGE in you! You end lives as if it were nothing! Exploit others for your pleasure! That girl trusts you with her life, I can tell… And yet you wouldn’t even flinch if she accidentally fell down your throat, or if Mirage demanded her life as a sacrifice, would you?”

“Not in the least,” Jasmine said. “I have seen the truth of Evil. The truth of Hedonism. In another world, Mirage’s name is Slaanesh. In another, Sekhmet. Life is sensation. And when you embrace that, you find in life, there are only two guaranteed Facts. Not truths, FACTS. The first that Nothing Is True. Laws, Order, Society… Its all defined by the strongest. There’s no truths in life. Only definitions, and I will tell you know that if you ask any ten people in Agrabah what Order is (other than Mirage), you will get ten different answers.”

Ariel thought about that. About the Coven. About Arrendale’s collapse. About Mulan and her new life as a Xiongnu. All of the kingdoms they had visited had believed in Goodness. Believed in Order. And where had it gotten them? Witches now ruled Eric’s kingdom, Eric condemned to an eternity of running for his life. (And indeed, at this moment, Eric found himself on the business end of a knife wielded by a man in sinister black robes and a mask with a ghostly face…) Arrendale was buried under the snow, its rulers trapped inside Ursula and empowering her. (Although she hadn’t really used the powers since then… Maybe she forgot about them?) And China? China was led by a barbarian king and a barbarian queen, the Queen formerly one of their own. She had tried to save her father’s life and been dismissed for it. She made them all pay.

“What is the second Fact?” Ariel said softly.

Jasmine grinned. “Everything is permitted. Nothing is true, so why worry? Hakuna matata, as they say in the southern jungles. And when nothing is true, then everything is permitted. Why not indulge? Eat another helping of cake. Stay in bed a few hours more. Force yourself on that pretty servant girl. The only thing that matters is the thrill. The sensation.

Jasmine gestured to herself. “I am a creature of sensation,” she said. “I live my life for the thrill. What little love I have is reserved for myself, for Aladdin, and for Mirage, who taught me how to be evil. To be as all-consuming as her.” She reached into the basket of peaches near her, and lewdly chomped it up, taking her time to strip the pit of flesh, making sure that Ariel saw every bit.

Ariel bit her lip, fidgeting. “...I hate her,” she said. “Ursula, I mean. I thought it was because of what she did to me, but now… I think I hate her because I envy her.”

Jasmine watched as Aladdin led Sadira out of the baths, heading for the entrance. She turned her attention back to Ariel. “Envy. One of the big Seven, at least to those not blessed with evil. Jealousy is perfectly valid, my dear. What are you envious of?”

Ariel sighed. “How easy it comes for her. For you,” she said.

“How what does?” Jasmine pressed.

“...Being wicked,” Ariel said. “I devoured someone, but I had to give into rage, first. Ursula, she hurts me, hurts others as easily as breathing. She corrupts, she twists, and the way she talks… Her voice is pebbles in the ocean grinding against each other, and yet she’s so good at SEDUCING.”

“Never thought you’d be attracted to an older fat lady, eh?” Jasmine said, grinning.

“Especially one with tentacles…” Ariel muttered.

Jasmine snickered. “Honestly, the tentacles would improve the deal for me,” she said, grinning naughtily. “So much potential… How good is she with them?”

“Enough to break down my resistance every time,” Ariel muttered. “I hate how much control she has over me…”

Jasmine quirked an eyebrow again. “So stop resisting,” she said.

“Because of her, I am a slave!” Ariel snapped.

“And you think that makes you unique!?” Jasmine demanded. Even Dhandi was glaring at Ariel at this point.

The former mermaid flinched, backing further into the water. “I…. I’m sorry, I…”

Jasmine laughed. “Relax. I’m just annoyed, not mad. You want my advice? Stop resisting. If Ursula’s that much stronger than you, there’s no point in trying. Stop seeing her as a captor, and start seeing her as a mentor.”

Ariel stared for the longest time, her thoughts racing as she tried to process Jasmine’s words.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Morbia…

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Ursula lay casually atop Mirage’s massive, blobular body, the two of them watching as Jasmine basically schooled Ariel on the Truth of Evil. It was something both the sea witch and the goddess had embraced long ago, the results reflected on their massive bodies.

“Mentor…” Ursula said, stroking her chins with her tentacles. “I don’t know if I’d be willing to go that far. I mean, its so much fun to torment her.”

“Who shaysh you have to shtop?” Mirage rasped, idly chewing on a mouse that Ursula dropped into her mouth, the unconscious rodents all in a bowl, chilled into a hibernation state by the ice magic she’d stolen by devouring Elsa’s soul. (She was honestly glad she’d been reminded about those two souls, she HAD forgotten about them.) “You can shtill be her mentor and teash her through cruelty. Granted, she will grow shtrong in spite of you, mosht likely…”

Ursula chuckled. “True, true,” she said. “Y’know what? I may go ahead and become her mentor. Teach her the ropes for real.”

Mirage looked up at her. “Oh?”

“Yeah!” Ursula said. “I tease and taunt and molest, but I truly do possess a mother’s fondness for her. More than this Mommy kink thing I’ve got going that annoys her greatly.”

Mirage grinned slowly. “...Do you not even realize?” she said, speaking telepathically so she’d be completely understood.

Ursula blinked, quirking her head to the side. “Understand what?”

Mirage chuckled, and summoned Ariel before them, deliberately sinking the girl’s legs into Mirage’s great mounds of fat so she couldn’t escape. “Hello, Ariel,” Mirage mindspoke, chomping down yet another mouse. “So. What would say if Ursula was going to be your mentor, that she’d do more stuff with you to teach you magic? A proper teacher instead of just a taunting one.”

“...I’d ask who this new person was and why they were calling themselves Ursula,” Ariel said flatly.

Ursula and Mirage both laughed uproariously. “But seriously, though,” Mirage said, staring Ariel in the eyes, letting out a low compulsion pulse to make her speak. “What would you say or do if Ursula decided to be nice and actually teach you things these past few weeks.”

Ariel thought for a long moment and sat down. (I mean, if her legs were trapped in flab anyway…) “...I’d be grateful,” she said. “Above all things I miss from Atlantica, I miss my mother. And when she wasn’t FUCKING me… She could come off like a mother figure of sorts… And I actually LEARNED something…”

Ursula touched a hand to her flabby chest, smiling widely. “Aww, Ariel!” she said happily. “Thank you!”

Ariel just grunted. “Don’t take it too personally,” she said. “I’ve just lived with you for too long.” She shook her head, grumbling.

Ursula laughed. “That’s a possibility too!” she admitted.

Mirage, slurping down another mouse, chuckled. “What if I told you that you are, by now, technically Ursula’s daughter?”

Ursula and Ariel both looked at Mirage in shock. Dismay came over Ariel’s face, while amusement and delight spread over Ursula’s. “What?” they chorused.

“Indeed,” Mirage said. “Ursula, how many times have you recreated Ariel’s body from your own mass?”

Ariel already understood, making a strangled choking noise. Ursula looked thought, reviewing many, many happy memories. “Well, there was the first time of course. I’m not sure if this counts, but I also shoved Ariel here up my ladyparts and kept her in my room for a while. Plus I helped awaken her magic ability, and… and…” Ursula grinned savagely. “Oh… Oh MY…”

“Please no…” Ariel moaned. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

Mirage’s eyes flashed, and pair of outlines of Ariel appeared, one as skinny as she was when she first started this, the other chunky and chubby. The first outline appeared, showing images of bright pink and gold. “This is how much of you was Queen Athena and King Triton when you started this adventure.” It was a fairly even mix, with more of Queen Athena showing. The images swirled around each other peacefully. “And this? This is you now.”

The second, chubbier outline filled in. There were still the same amount of Triton patches and a tiny amount of Athena patches. But they were being overwhelmed by the patches of pale gray. Ursula’s patches, considering of most of her body by now.

Ursula sauntered over to Ariel and hugged the girl, having been so very, very pleased to hear this. Ariel just stared, as if frozen by the very thought of being related to Ursula for real.

“Tell me, child,” Mirage rumbled in her psionic voice. “How much of you right now would you say is this Queen Athena’s, and how much of you is Ursula? How much of your heart and soul? How much of you is still Queen Athena’s?”

“I hate you all,” Ariel just said, slumping over. She looked more like a mound of melted ice cream than an actual woman at this point.

“What did happen to the Queen, anyway” Mirage asked, honestly curious. She could easily rip the information from their minds, but she was playing nice for now.

“Oh, it was tragic,” Ursula said, feigning dismay as she hugged Ariel’s comatose body to hers. “Pirates came to the grotto that Triton, his bride, and his daughter were all enjoying. Athena was caught in their wake as they wrecked while charging her, and they all died. There wasn’t even enough of the body left to recover.”

“How tragic,” Mirage teased.

Ariel hugged herself, shivering softly as it started to sink in. Her mind was awash with emotions, thoughts screaming and whirling and twisting and everything in the world seemed wrong right now.

Ursula was just happy. Now her mommy kink was even better because she actually WAS Ariel’s mommy! Life was just grand sometimes. An unexpected bonus to all of this. She gasped softly. “I’m giving you new sisters!” the sea witch said excitedly, clutching at her fat, pregnant tummy.

Ariel glared at Ursula. “What are you babbling about?!” she demanded, rage boiling in her heart, an aged hand clutching at her chest from the growing pain.

“The blue haired cat witch from the Coven!” Ursula said happily. “I’m carrying her kittens! And I FULLY intense to let this great blob of beauty breed me!” She pulled Ariel into a tight hug. “Ooooh, you’ll have a family as big as your old one after I’m done!”

Ariel just twitched, growling. She growled even louder when Ursula suddenly asked, “Hey, do you think that you’d be an octopan now if you changed into an aquatic form or a mermaid?” Ariel hated the question. Because she wasn’t sure what the answer would be.

Mirage chuckled. “What do you want, Ariel of Urshula’sh Lair?” she said out loud, rasping.

Ariel thought for a long moment. “To get strong enough that I only a select handful of people can ever exploit me. To return to Atlantica and take out my frustrations and rage on my father. But mostly? I want to get away from Ursula.”

Mirage grinned viciously. “We can help you with that goal, child,” she said. “But firsht, you have to acchept that you are Urshula’s now. Her toy. Her daughter. Her apprentice.”

“I’ll make you strong, Ariel,” Ursula said. “I’ll make you heartless. But first, you must trust me to help you grow stronger.”

Ariel shivered, looking away. Ursula guided the former mermaid’s face back towards hers. “Stop holding onto this idea that you can be who you used to be,” she said, looking rather annoyed.

“It isn’t that,” Ariel said. “I gave up on that during the raid in China. I just…” She looked at them both. “How does evil come so easy for all of you? Even now, I hesitate. Even know, I have to talk myself out of intervening, like when I saw Jasmine eat young Dhandi’s baby right out of her womanhood.”

Mirage grinned. “Mmmm, fresh baby…” she said, licking her lips.

“Haven’t had that in a while,” Ursula said, looking thoughtful.

“See? SEE!?” Ariel said. “You can just do whatever you want! Jasmine told me your philosophy – Nothing is true, everything is permitted. I don’t know how to get in that mindset!! And I want to!”

This surprised Ursula, but not Mirage. The goddess could see the growing darkness in Ariel’s soul. “Go on…” she encouraged.

“I… want to be like you,” Ariel said. “I realize that now. I’m envious of your wickedness. When I return to Atlantica, I want to feel nothing when looking at my family. Nothing except amusement at their inevitable doom. I want to be a monster.” She sighed softly. “Which is why… I agree to your terms. Mother.”

Ursula liked to think of her heart to be as black as the tentacles she swam with. But hearing Ariel call her mother and mean it, why, it just made her twisted heart feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Ariel, my darling… I’ll happy teach you to be monster.”

Ariel smiled, genuinely smiled up at Ursula. “Thank you… mommy…” she said, Ursula shivering in delighted, heartwarming arousal at being called mommy.

Mirage had little use for such soft emotions, but she had to admit it was cute.

Ursula and Ariel kissed, Mirage letting Ariel’s legs out of the prison of her flesh they were in. Ursula lay back on the vast mass of Mirage’s body, her fatty hands squeezing and fondling Ariel’s saggy breasts. The former mermaid moaned, panting softly as Ursula shifted to her bipedal form, tentacles merging into thick, flabby legs.

Mirage created a viewing window, letting all of Agrabah see the two of them. “Pay attention,” she ordered telepathically. “All mothers. This is how you are to treat your children. You can use toys to substitute for any bits of anatomy you don’t have.” Mirage thought for a moment. “For now.”

As all the women of Agrabah watched, rejoicing internally to see a glimpse of their goddess’ true majesty, Ursula and Ariel began to make love in earnest. Ursula pinned Ariel beneath her, spreading her daughter’s legs and thrusting her powerful dick in yet again. Only this time, Ariel was actually wet beforehand. It was a pleasant change, and Ursula found she was greatly enjoying having Ariel be truly willing. It felt cleansing to have her like this, making love to her instead of fucking her.

Ariel squirmed beneath Ursula’s massive body, their large, flabby, pregnant stomachs pressing together as they basked in each other, and in the odor of heavy gas coming off of Mirage’s great big blob of a body. Beneath her, the feline goddess’ flesh sloshed and jiggled about, jostled by Ariel and Ursula, Mirage’s fur incredibly comfortable for Ariel. She really was the perfect bed.

Ursula shivered in pleasure, slowly thrusting in and out of Ariel’s cunt, steadily picking up speed as she felt her climax rising. “Mmmmph… Yes… That’s a good girl… You take mommy’s cock like a champion, Ariel…”

“L-Love you, mommy!” Ariel said. Pleasure was shooting through her, and now that she wasn’t trying to resist it anymore, she found herself actually enjoying it. She may have been pretending so she could get enough magic to get away, but now that she was paying attention to something other than her anger, she could finally start to appreciate how powerfully she was being fucked by the horny octopan sea witch. “Mmm… Mommy’s dick feels so good!”

Ursula panted, leaning herself against Ariel’s body. Her face was blushing and flustered, her hips meeting with Ariel’s with a wet plap over and over again. She kissed Ariel’s flabby breasts, shuddering in delight as she felt her climax building up. “Mmmff… Mommy’s going to give you even more babies, Ariel!” she said. “Make you feel REAL good!”

God, even more brats, Ariel thought. Well, maybe their tentacles will feel good coming out. “Please, mommy, yes!” Ariel moaned, thrusting up to meet every thrust of Ursula’s dick. Their bloated, chubby tummies squished and squashed against each other, blubber wobbling with every movement of their hips. “Make me even more of a mommy!”

Ursula knew she was faking the dirty talk. Playing along for the purpose of gaining strength. But honestly, she respected that. And if nothing else, it was adding to the experience for both of them, the sea witch shuddering in pleasure and thrusting HARD, her massive manhood glorping audibly as she poured her load inside of her.

Ariel groaned as she came as well, fluids gushing out over Ursula’s cock as she clung to her ‘mother’ adoringly. Her ancient, blubbery body shuddered, her heart pounding as she slowly came down from her bliss high.

Mirage, amused by Ursula’s idea, cast a spell on the two. Ariel’s belly swelled out as she felt the number of babies in her stomach double, the fertilized eggs growing to match the baby octopans already in her womb.

“W-What happened?” Ariel asked nervously.

“Mirage,” Ursula admonished playfully. “Did you do something naughty?”

Mirage smirked, speaking telepathically. “You said you wanted to breed her again,” she said. “So I let it happen. Every time you cum inside Ariel’s pussy, you’ll make her even more pregnant.”

Ariel groaned softly. Of course, she said.

Ursula shivered in desire. “Mmmmph. Stacking up pregnancies… Mirage, you never seem to run out of delightfully wicked ideas.” She turned to Ariel and gently rubbed her lover’s belly, ridiculously huge now. “And how are you, my love?”

Ariel mentally counted the feelings of warmth in her womb. Six. I’m carrying six now. And there will be more than that coming… She sighed softly. Whatever. “Starving, actually. I could use something to eat for the seven of us.”

Mirage chuckled, while Ursula grinned happily. “I think we can arrange that,” Ursula said.

Mirage licked her lips, turning her gaze to Ursula. “Indeed…”

Ursula felt a strange chill go through her, and turned to Mirage. “...Mirage, my dear? What are you up to?”

“I hunger,” Mirage said simply through her telepathy. “Those around me feed my hunger. Whether I am fond of them or not.”

And before Ariel’s shocked eyes, Mirage’s jaws opened astonishingly wide. With a simple surge of the feline’s fat, Ursula was knocked into her jaws face-first.

“WHAT IS THIS!?!” Ursula shrieked, the sound blocked off by the sheer thickness of Mirage’s neckfat. She tried to get away, pushing with both her hands and her tentacles, but there was nothing she could do. The grip of the ravenous feline was just too strong. Ursula felt herself getting swallowed, her shoulders slipping easily into Mirage’s gullet as she was devoured. “Mirage, STOP IT!”

Mirage didn’t stop it. She was having far too much fun. She’d had ‘comrades’ come before, other villains with their own ambition. But she’d put them all in their place, showed them where they stood on the totem pole of power. She would eat them, and eventually reform them, and if they were worthy of her attention, they would come back to her for additional challenge, or even better, asking for more. She’d yet to encounter someone like that, though. Perhaps Ursula would be different. If nothing else, she was delicious, those fat breasts of the octopan woman like butter on her tongue.

Ariel knew nothing of Mirage’s reasons for what she was doing. She knew nothing of Mirage’s past romantic troubles. What she did know was that the woman who had been making her life miserable, that fucking whore Ursula, was being devoured, swallowed up by the cat Ursula had come to see. And it was glorious. “Yes… YES…” Ariel muttered, a mad triumph filling her. “Eat her! EAT THAT BITCH!”

Oooh, Ariel was going to pay for that one. Ursula would make sure of it. For now, though, she had to make sure that she survived this encounter. She was… well, upset was an understatement, really. She really thought she’d developed a connection to Mirage in the short time they’d known each other. But she was dealing with Evil Incarnate. And she’d badly underestimated her. She pressed her hands against Mirage’s flabby chins, unleashing the stolen power of ice and fire she’d taken from Elsa and Anna, but it didn’t work. Another swallow, and Ursula’s belly was in the cat’s mouth.

It was then that Ursula felt a very real fear, a fear for the kittens she’d come to care for (in her way). Was this her end? Had she come all this way just to be devoured by a superior evil, her apprentice crowing at her defeat the entire time?

Mirage was quite amused at Ursula’s fearful musings. Indeed, the terror made the flavor of her meals all the sweeter. And Ursula was proving to be a delightfully sweet meal indeed. With the souls of those two elemental wizards inside her, there was also a creamyness and a spicyness to her flavor. And the nice little massage she was getting on her chins from the fire and ice attacks was pleasant too, a purring escaping her throat as she slurped over Ursula’s belly, tasting the young lives of the kittens within. Interesting, she thought. Spawned from newly minted witches… Might have to send an emissary to this kingdom that they live in… Something for later. For now was the time for pleasure. And delicious octopus.

Ariel clapped gleefully, watching what she felt was the greatest show in the world go down as Ursula was swallowed up. Any pretense of pretending to be her daughter was lost, the former mermaid finally, FINALLY feeling like she was getting a bit of payback for what she’s been through. “That’s right,” Ariel almost moaned. “Eat her up. Eat up that fucking bitch… Make her your FOOD…” She cackled, her elderly, wrinkled face a mask of insanity. Mirage found it kind of cute.

Ursula squirmed, screaming in rage as she slid further and further down Mirage’s throat. A part of her was insulted despite how much more powerful Mirage was. Her tentacles flailed desperately as she slid down Mirage’s throat, the massive cat gulping her down as easily as a candy. It was humiliating. After all this, and she gets devoured. Her tentacles desperately grabbed at Mirage’s rolls of chin flab, trying to get her suckers caught on something. But it didn’t work. She was being devoured. “No… NO!!!”

Mirage closed her eyes, savoring the flavor Ursula’s thick, blubbery body. She’d eaten fatter than the sea witch, so the gray-skinned octopan’s bulk was no match for the cat goddess’ jaws. She easily slurped up the tentacles like noodles, sending Ursula all the way down into the corrosive death chamber that was her belly.

Ariel bit her lip, shivering in utter pleasure. “MmmMMMPPH!!” she moaned. “That was BETTER than sex. Thank you.”

Mirage chuckled, keeping to her telepathic voice for now. “Do you truly believe that?” she said, smacking her lips.

“...To be fair to me, the most sex I’ve had is with her,” Ariel said. “And she tends to use mild torture techniques in our fucking sessions.”

Mirage chuckled. “BBBBRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAARRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!!”

Ursula, meanwhile, thrashed about helplessly inside Mirage’s stomach. This was EMBARRASSING. She blasted fire and ice, but only succeeded in making the temperature in the belly fluctuate, causing Mirage’s massive form to start wobbling at the unintentional internal massage. “DAMN YOU!” she snarled.

Mirage chuckled. “Merely a way of reminding you of the pecking order, my dear,” she said. “I do not like it when people come to me with pride in their eyes,” she said, glowing eyes manifesting in her stomach.

Ursula glared at the eyes. “What is this!?” she demanded, freezing the acids around her. “We could have been something!”

“This is simply a test of your resolve,” Mirage said. “I will bring you back. But if you are worthy of my attention and affection, you will stay.”

Ursula paused. That was different. A test… she could handle a test. “...What will you do with Ariel in the meantime?” she asked. The frozen stomach acids were already melting.

“Her anger is entertaining. So I will keep entertaining her until I feel like bringing you back,” Mirage said. “Who knows? I may send her to join you at some point.”

Ursula sneered. “That’d be nice. To remind my ‘daughter’ of her place in this relationship,” she muttered, flinching as the acids started to flow again.

“What is your endgame for her anyway?” Mirage asked.

“...Honestly? I’d planned to keep her as a pet until something better came along,” Ursula said. “I did sincerely want to teach her magic. Once I dismissed her I’d send her back to Atlantica.” She chuckled. “Let them see what happened to their precious missing daughter.”

Mirage purred. “Positively sinister,” she said. “I love it. Keep strong, Ursula. Show me loyalty, and the rewards will be magnificent.”

Mirage’s eyes faded from the stomach, and Ursula quietly mused on the ironies of fate. As she was digested, she had to laugh a little. After all, Mirage had just proved the oldest adage in the sea – There’s always a bigger fish. Always.

“I eat the bigger fish!!” Mirage declared.

“Oh would you just shut up and let me digest!?” Ursula snapped. Mirage laughed, disappearing from the stomach again.

Up above, Ariel had been rubbing at where she THOUGHT Mirage’s belly was this whole time, marveling at how soft the feline goddess’ fur and fat was. “Like quicksand,” she said softly. “Sexy, sexy quicksand.”

Mirage grinned. “I always did like that comparison,” she said. “And you seem rather spry for your age.”

Ariel grunted, flicking her graying hair. “You know full well what Ursula’s done to me. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could see in my memories and tell me the wrong names I used for all of my human artifacts in my collection,” she said bitterly.

“I can. That seagull came up with some interesting theories,” Mirage said, chuckling.

“I’ve thought about it and I don’t really blame him,” Ariel said. “He always seemed, well… lonely. Like he just wanted a friend to talk to.”

Mirage nods. “I’ve been BEATEN too many times by the Power of Friendship to discount it. It’s why the first thing I do if there’s a group of adventurers coming after me is break their bonds,” she said.

“Logical,” Ariel said, nodding. “I suppose I should be taking notes, since I plan on becoming an evil warlord of Atlantica when I’m legitimately this old.”

“A fine ambition, if rather small,” Mirage said.

“Father possesses the Trident of Poseidon,” Ariel said. “Once I have it, the seas are mine.”

Mirage chuckled. “I flop corrected, then,” she said. “Although you do realize you’ve been rubbing my chins for the past ten minutes, right?”

Ariel blushed. “I can’t help it, you’re so damn huge,” she said. “Where is your belly, anyway?”

“A little further down from here,” Mirage purred. “But since you brought it up…”

Ariel felt a tingle in her crotch. She lifted up her belly and grabbed at her crotch, feeling a large cock and balls having grown out there.

“Feel free to wander my immensity and fuck any fold of fat you like,” Mirage said. “My body is incredibly sensitive to touch.”

Ariel blushed brightly. “And so massive, too,” she said. “I’m surprised you don’t smell awful, considering our own fat girl stick.”

Mirage smirked evilly. “Oh? You want to know what I actually smell like?” she asked.

“...Well, not if you’re using that to-” Ariel’s words were cut off as she clamped her hands to her mouth, falling to her knees and struggling not to vomit as the atmosphere shifted. Mirage’s fat girl stink was unbelievably potent. She stinks of sweat and BO, the smell so bad that Ariel felt she was going blind…

Mirage shifts the atmosphere back, Ariel gasping for air. “What… What the fuck…”

“Morbia’s atmosphere is different from Earth’s,” Mirage said. “It’s part of the reason I stay here. There’s more advantages to this place than just being able to crap into the void.”

Ariel coughed, recovering her breath. “So I see,” she laughed.

“Find a spot,” Mirage said. “It can be on my chins, or anywhere else. I will provide you with a tasty treat.”

“One that will be just as stanky as you in the real world,” Ariel teased.

“As much joy as I get in the toxicity of my being, I have no desire to rot the world just by existing. Yet,” Mirage declared, smirking.

Ariel chuckled, and decided to just lay down right there on her vast hill of chins. “There’s already so many folds to fuck right here,” she declared.

Mirage chuckled, grinning. “Then feel free,” she said, smacking her lips. “Your meal shall be ready shortly.”

Ariel blushed brightly, nodding. She began to grind her hips down on Mirage’s thick rolls of flab, just lost in how huge the feline was. She wondered what it felt like, to be so big that you took up this much room. To be a literal mountain of fat.

She had a vision of herself at the bottom of the sea, so fat and slobby that the waters turned toxic around her, her blubbery mass taking up the place where Atlantica was. And when she ate, she would inhale all nearby life, the seas draining ever so slightly into her blubbery mass.

Mirage approved of this vision. Your dear girl has ambition, Mirage said to Ursula in the vast void that contained the innumerable souls Mirage had devoured over the years. Ursula herself had a ‘private room’ of sorts, kept away from the cacophony of misery. Mirage showed her Ariel’s brief vision, and Ursula laughed.

“Atta girl,” she said. “I’m legitimately proud.”

Mirage purred mischievously. “Proud enough to be a feast for your dear girl?” she teased.

“...There is literally no winning with you, is there?” Ursula said, more bemused than anything else at this point.

“Nnnnope,” Mirage said. “Remind me to tell you about the El Katib fiasco. All those corrupted children… That Aladdin let die just to save some brat he just met…”

Ursula snickered. “I’m certain that’s your version of the story, anyway,” she taunted.

“At any rate, Ursula,” Mirage said. “I do have a plan. What you’ve done with Ariel intrigues me. But I think we can go farther…”

As Mirage explained herself, Ursula listened, fascinated.

Back in reality, Ariel, laying on her front, managed to wedge her cock between one of the fat rolls of Mirage’s chin. She groaned in lust, fucking the blobular feline, the sea of fat around her shaking and wobbling. She couldn’t get over it. The softness, the ticklish fur on her member… Fucking fat blobs was AWESOME. And you could literally just pick a fold and start fucking them anywhere. A part of her wanted to keep her cock, and turn her sisters into fuckmeat blobs that she could just stick her dick in anywhere and at any time.

Mirage purred a little at Ariel’s eageress. She truly didn’t mind her great blob of a body being used in such a way. And as eager as Ariel was with her cock, she’d have to experience in her pussy at least once.

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“Ha,” Ariel said, still thrusting her manhood in and out of those flabby chin rolls. “And out she goes into the void.”

“Oh, at this point I’d need to eat much more than that for her exit me,” Mirage said. “Speaking of which…

There was flash of light… and Ursula reappeared before her. Or her body, at least. Her head on a separate platter with an apple in it, her cunt and boobs fried on a plate, her womb fried on a plate, her organs ground into sausage patties, her ribs barbecued, her arms sliced up, her tentacles made into sushi. It was an Ursula feast. And it made Ariel ravenously hungry, her cock twitching with excitement over the feast…

“I don’t suppose there’s any procedure I need to follow before I eat?” Ariel asked.

“Normally, people say grace to me,” Mirage said. “But as you are allies and not slaves… for now… I will wave that.”

“So kind,” Ariel said, starting to stuff herself on the sausage patties made from Ursula’s organs. They were perfectly warm, cooked to perfection, the grease from her fat melting in Ariel’s mouth as she moaned in utter bliss. “Delicious!”

“It’s the revenge,” Mirage said, grinning. “It adds to the flavor.”

“That it does!” Ariel said. And indeed, it was a quite satisfying feast. The sausage was perfectly spices and cooked, the former mermaid greedily devouring every single patty. “Shame I couldn’t tell which organ was which. Ah well!” she giggled, starting in on the tentacle sushi.

From her prison in Mirage’s flab, the glows of Anna and Elsa struggling to get away from the glow of Ursula’s soul and failing miserably, Ursula huffed. “Really,” she said. “To think after all I’d done for her.”

“Making her life miserable, torturing her constantly,” Mirage said telepathically.

“Traveling the world and exposing her to different cultures!” Ursula said.

“And eating them,” Mirage added, amused.

“Right!” Ursula laughed.

Ariel continued on, greedily gobbling up every last bit of the tentacle sushi. She dipped each one in the provided soy sauce, making sure not to get the rice in it (she had a strange feeling that was bad etiquette), and slurped the tentacles up, shivering in pleasure from how good they were. “Mmmm… Octopans are DELICIOUS…”

Ursula chuckled. “Well, of course we are,” she said. “Why do you think I’ve eaten so many of them?”

Mirage grinned. “Cannibalism is a beautiful thing.”

Ariel, unaware of the banter going on in the depths of Mirage’s soul, kept stuffing her face. She felt a comfortable fullness in her massive gut as she ate and ate, stuffing more of Ursula’s remains inside of her. With her guts and tentacles all devoured, she started in on her ribs, breaking them apart easily, the meat cooked to the point of tender perfection.

“Mmmph!” Ariel moaned. “Seriously, is actual cooking done or are you just magically making them perfect! Either way, they’re fantastic.”

Mirage grinned. (Not that you could see it past her fat cheeks.) “A little of both, actually,” she said telepathically. “Maleficent taught me that spell, saying she learned it from a gluttony demon called Beelzebub. Anything I learn to cook myself I can replicate. And that includes methods.”

Ursula nodded. “Ah. So you replicated the method to cook me, then,” she said. “For a moment I was wondering if you’d cooked me before and weren’t telling me.”

Mirage just grinned at her, the glowing face aura hanging out with Ursula giving her a cheshire cat grin.

“You didn’t eat me before, did you?” Ursula said.

Mirage just grinned wider.

Ursula shivered. “I swear, you are the most arousing woman I’ve ever met,” she said.

“I get that a lot,” Mirage said.

Ariel felt her massively fat stomach bulging out as she added more and more of Ursula’s meat to it. She chomped and slurped and glorped and gulped, barbecue-sauce laded ribs disappearing down Ariel’s eager throat like they were being inhaled. She tossed the bones back onto the platter Mirage had set up for her, moving on to the slices of roast arm, thick with fat. “Hah. Fucking bitch. Always grabbing me and groping me with these…” she said, chomping eagerly into the fat arms, holding up one of the hands. “SEE HOW YOU LIKE THIS! HUH!? SEE HOW YOU LIKE THIS!!” She viciously bit into Ursula hands, jaws crunching up the delicate bones. She laughed viciously throwing up her own flabby arms in triumph. “Molest me without hands, BITCH!”

“I get the feeling there’s some pent-up aggression here,” Mirage said.

“Maybe a little,” Ursula admitted, giggling, ignoring the threats and pleas Elsa and Anna sent her way, too engrossed in the show.

Ariel continued her feast, gulping down both of Ursula’s arms, and glaring at her head. Her stomach was starting to bulge out heavily with the amount of meat in it, Ariel breathing heavily as she glared at the severed, displayed head of the octopan. “You will watch this,” she said, grabbing for Ursula’s womb.

“...My kittens will be all right, right?” Ursula asked again.

“They will be restored when you are,” Mirage assured her, not lying or being vague for once.

Ariel, a savage grin on her face, literally tore into the fried womb, devouring the… let’s call it ‘veal’ inside of it with gusto. She chomped and chomped, not letting a single bite escape her ravenous feasting. With so much of Ursula gone, her gut was bulging out heavily, filling her lap up completely as she completely devoured Ursula’s womb and its contents. She licked her fingers until they shone, not letting a single bit escape.

“No babies for you,” Ariel said, giggling like a lunatic as she picked up the well-cooked pussy of her tormentor. “No babies EVER.” She popped Ursula’s cunt into her mouth, chewing up the cuntsteak easily, grease dripping down her chins. “It’s MY evil that will rule the seas, not yours.”

Ursula clapped. “She’s declared herself evil! Another milestone reached,” she said.

“Corruption is always a delightful game,” Mirage said. “I remember Jasmine’s first evil laugh, when she realized how much power she actually had as my slave.”

As Ursula and Mirage shared anecdotes, Ariel kept up her feasting. She put Ursula’s boobs over her own, comparing them. She then shrugged, stuffing them both in her mouth at once, her cheeks bulging out comically as she chewed them up and swallowed them. She looked down at her breasts, which weren’t as large as Ursula’s flabby tits, and then down at her heavily bloated belly, bloated out to massiveness by the sheer amount of Ursula meat in it. “Some of you better go to my boobs,” she said. “I’m tired of being surpassed by her.”

“Note to self, make sure all of my next meal goes to my boobs somehow,” Ursula said.

“I can help you with that,” Mirage said earnestly. “I’ve perfected body control magic by this point.”

“You’re a peach, kitty,” Ursula said happily.

Finally, there was just Ursula’s head left. Ariel took it almost reverently off of the stand it was on, letting it atop her belly. She took the apple out of Ursula’s mouth and ate it, crunching through it core and all. “You’ve caused me so much misery…” Ariel said. “I admit I’ve had SOME fun. But mostly? It’s been stress and terror. All I wanted was to be with the man I love… and now he’s being forever tortured… Actually, Mirage, could you show him to me?”

Mirage concentrated, showing a window into the realm where Eric was being tortured. A bald man with withered flesh in golden armor and dark purple robes was levitated Eric into the air, a sacrificial knife in his hand. “Any regrets, dear prince?” the lich asked.

“...Meeting that redhead,” Eric said, struggling in his grasp. “Everything went wrong when I met her…”

The lich laughed, summoning glowing purle skeletons from the ground to brutally slaughter Eric. The window closed, leaving a tearful Ariel looking into the eyes of Mirage. “...So that’s it,” the former mermaid said. “Any chance I had with him is ruined.” She glared at Ursula’s head. “Because of you. So fuck you, you tentacled whore. I take over from here. This is my game now! MINE!” She almost savagely tore into Ursula’s face, startling both Ursula and Mirage as she violently devoured the octopan witch’s head. She viciously stripped her of every last bit of flesh, almost moaning as she devoured her.

Finally, she was gone. Reduced to little more than nibbled on bones. Ariel clutched her massive belly, the tautly stretched dome of fat gurgling and glorping as it churned away at Ursula. She lay back, savoring her fullness, knowing it was caused by THAT BITCH, giggling happily as she rubbed her tummy contentedly. “Bye bye…” she said, smacking her lips. “Bye bye, bye bye… UUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!”

Mirage and Ursula stared. “...WOW,” Ursula said. “Tell me how you really feel!” She cackled, shaking her head.

“I don’t think she could while under your thumb,” Mirage said, amused.

“I know I just saw her declare unending hatred for me, but… y’know, I just feel kind of proud of her!” Ursula said. “She’s really letting her inner villainess shine!”

Mirage smirked. “And knowing that you’ve made Eric hate her is probably frosting on the cake,” she said. “And yes, its hatred.”

Ursula cackled. “Another corrupted! Maybe the Entity I fed him to will turn him into one of its hunters one day!” she crowed.

“We can only hope,” Mirage said. “Now watch. The game isn’t over yet.”

Ursula grinned in anticipation. Mirage’s face disappeared from her soul cage, the feline goddess focusing her full attention of Ariel.

Ariel licked her lips and fingers clean of grease and barbecue sauce, getting the last of Ursula’s hairs as well. “UUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!! Excuse me,” Ariel belched.

“There’s no excuse for any of us at this point,” Mirage said, smirking.

“HA! True,” Ariel said. An idea occurred to her. “Actually…” She lay down on her side, giving Mirage her most seductive look. “...Why don’t we make this even better for one another?”

Ursula stared, incredulous. “...Is she seriously…”

“Oh?” Mirage said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Now… I realize that I look like a granny still, what with all the wrinkly flab everywhere,” Ariel said, “but that’s just appearances! I’ve still got the vitality of a young woman in me. And I’m more than a willing student in the ways of evil at this point.” She chuckled. “I’m sure you can tell that, though, with how powerful you are.”

“Indeed,” Mirage said neutrally. “I can sense the darkness in you… It’s quite intriguing…”

Ariel smirked, flipping her pinkish gray hair back and giving Mirage the best smoldering look she could manage. (It took everything Mirage had not to laugh. The girl was an amateur at being seductive.) “So I was thinking…” Ariel said, “maybe you could take on a new apprentice? I’d be happy to take worship of your name back to Atlantica.” She teasingly stroked a circle on the chin she was laying on. “And maybe I could do other things for you…”

Mirage grinned, her cheshire cat grin showing through her cheeks. “Actually, there is something you could do for me,” she said. “Stay still for a bit.”

Ariel blinked, confused. “Huh? Uh, sure!” she said. “Why?”

“You’ll see,” Mirage said. As Ariel quirked her head to the side, curious, she suddenly realized that she was starting to sink into Mirage’s chin folds.

“What… What’s going on?!” Ariel said.

Mirage said nothing. She just let out a purr, watching Ariel with ravenous hunger as she struggled to free herself from the mass of softness she was sinking into. She shivered, feeling the mermaid fall deeper and deeper as she made herself softer, more and more of her furry blubber wrapping around her prey as she made the remains of the mermaid’s meal of her mentor/prisoner.

Ariel grimaced, trying to push her way out of Mirage’s chins, to climb down to a more solid area, but she just kept sinking in wherever she put her hands. “Nononono,” Ariel stammered, struggling desperately to get away. Her own heavy belly was weighing her down, pulling her deeper into the velvety soft mass of Mirage’s chins. “Not like this! NOT AFTER I WAS JUST FREED OF HER! NOOOOOO!!”

The irony didn’t escape her. Her own greedy desires were doing her in, Ursula dragging her down yet again. And in the end, the old adage of there always being a bigger fish was proven true as she sank into Mirage’s mass, her body becoming completely engulfed by the goddess’ fat.

Although in this instance, the bigger fish was actually a cat. Again, it felt strangely appropriate.

Trapped, hemmed in on all sides by soft, velvety fat, she let out a final scream of rage and frustration, feeling herself get absorbed completely into the thick, heavy mass of Mirage’s body, her body getting numb as she sank further and further into the ocean of fat that was Mirage…

With an almost comical pop, she appeared in Mirage’s soul cage, a reddish blue ghost forming into her elderly form, albeit with a mermaid tail. She looked around frantically, pausing when she saw Ursula’s ghost nearby, the gray specter waving her fingers merrily in greeting. In her belly, Elsa and Anna’s ghosts pushed desperately to free themselves.

“...I was never free of you at all, was I?” Ariel asked, slumping over.

“Nnnnope,” Ursula said.

“This entire thing was a plan the two of you concocted, wasn’t it?” Ariel asked.

“Yyyyyup,” Ursula said, before thinking briefly and amending, “Well… mainly Mirage.”

Mirage manifested in the slender form Ursula and Ariel saw her in during the flashback. She chuckled. “I’d apologize, but we all know it’d be insincere,” she said. “No, I’m simply establishing the… pecking order, as it were.”

“Peck this,” Ariel said, raising her middle finger on her hands.

“Interesting…” Mirage said, not sure what it meant.

“It’s a rude gesture I saw some of the children from that one Chinese village doing,” Ariel said. “It felt appropriate.”

Mirage cackled. “You two are definitely fun.”

“So now what?” Ariel demanded. “Just leave us in here forever?”

Mirage stroked her chin. “Tempting, but no,” she said. “I have a shipment of yaks coming in from Odiferus. That runty little major domo of Uncouthma is surprisingly clever, coming up with a way to fast breed them. They’re delicious raw, but I also like barbecuing them…”

“Yak meat sounds good, actually,” Ursula said, chuckling.

“Yes,” Ariel said poutily. “I need something to get the sour grapes out of my mouth.”

“Sour grapes make for fine whine, it seems,” Mirage teased.

“I hate you both and I will make a celebration declaring how much you both suck,” Ariel said.

“No you won’t,” Ursula teased.

“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MY PETTINESS,” Ariel said, pointing dramatically.

Mirage snickered. “You will make a good evil witch, I think,” she said. “Once we break you of a few habits…”

Ursula nods. “There’s still a slight trace of hero in you. Still a part that cares,” she said. “From your reaction to the Prince declaring he hates you, I can tell its still there.”

Ariel backed away nervously, and then realized what she was doing. “No escaping you bitches…” she muttered.

Mirage shook her head. “Just behave yourself. You’re in my kingdom, and you will honor its customs and traditions accordingly,” she ordered.

“I don’t have much choice, do I?” Ariel muttered.

“Oh no, you do have a choice!” Mirage assured her. “Obey. Or disobey. You just have to be willing to face consequences of disobeying me.”

“And those are?” Ariel asked. Ursula flinched, already having an idea of where this was going.

“Oblivion,” Mirage said. She said it in an almost chipper, cheerful tone of voice. But something in the goddess’ eyes sent a chill down Ariel’s spien.

“...I’ll be good,” Ariel said. “Or… bad? I’ll… Grr. I’ll BEHAVE.”

Mirage mewled. “GOOD!” she said, snapping her fingers.

Ursula and Ariel reappeared in the palace, back in their heavily bloated bodies, Ariel still having the weight of Ursula inside of her.

“And I’m still old,” Ariel muttered.

“I’m liking this running gag too much to give it up,” Ursula said. “I mean, you’re older than ME like this!”

“Mind your tongue, whippersnapper, or I’ll put you in here again,” Ariel snarked, Ursula laughing.

Mirage appeared a moment later, in a smaller but still massive form. Her ass was huge, riding up her back partways, and her breasts were thrice the size of her head, resting comfortably on a gut that hung down to her knees and extended far outward. Her thick, flabby legs were covered with a loincloth, a tight-fitting red top around her breasts. She wore her hair in a pair of front braids tipped in gold holders, and her golden cap from the flashback visions was on her head.

“Joining us, Mirage?” Ursula said.

“I feel like walking sometimes,” Mirage said. “So I project my consciousness into an avatar. Let’s get something to eat. The palace cooks are amazing!”

Ariel frowned. “Does the food go back to your real body from the avatar?”

“Everything goes into my mouth eventually, barring the most powerful things,” Mirage said, smirking a puffy-cheeked, double-chinned smile. “It remains to be seen if you two will be off the menu.”

Ursula smiled. “It looks like I’ve got something to work towards, then,” she said, offering Mirage her arm. “Lead the way, my dear.”

“She is literally threatening us,” Ariel said. “How are you so okay with that?”

“Because you can either worry,” Ursula said, “or roll with the blows. I’ve survived this long by never, ever worrying about the small stuff.”

“Small stuff. Death threats from a goddess,” Ariel said.

“Right,” Ursula said.

“...You give me SUCH a headache,” Ariel muttered.

“And it gives me great pleasure to give them!” Ursula said, she and Mirage laughing as they went to feast.

Ariel waited a moment, wait until they weren’t looking, and made strangling motions with her hands before throwing them up in defeat. She’d just see where this went. Although she noticed she still had her dick. Maybe she could take her frustrations out on someone along the way…

Ursula whistled softly, her tentacles lashing about as she strode through downtown Agrabah with her new best friend. “Really, for what basically amounts to a larder, this is quite the lovely town!” she said. And indeed, no one seemed nonplussed by Ursula’s appearance. Perhaps because they were used to Mirage’s appearance. Or were brainwashed not to care, that was just as viable an answer.

“Thank you,” Mirage said happily. “This place is my temple. I would not live in any place that did not live up to my standards.” Feline imagery was everywhere, Ursula and Ariel noticing it for the first time. Cat shapes, cat’s eyes, so much else.

“I’m surprised there’s no… I don’t know, giant cats made of fire on patrol,” Ariel said sarcastically.

Mirage shook her head. “Eh… the firecats feed off of fear. The populace is mine now, and does not fear me. The poor things would starve if I summoned them,” she said.

Ursula nodded. “I made sure my poopsies, Flotsam and Jetsam, had hunting territory rich with food before I left them back home,” she said. “I may have not needed them anymore, but I wasn’t about to just leave them with nothing.”

“You can tell a lot about a person by how they take care of their pets, the sages say,” Mirage said, patting Ursula on the shoulder. “You care for yours. As I care for mine!” Mirage called out, the surrounding townsfolk going ‘HUZZAH!’ in joy.

Ariel shivered. It was disturbing. And actually rather thrilling to see Mirage exercise such casual control.

“So tell me,” Ursula said excitedly. “How many threats have you reduced to bowel movements falling through the void?”

Mirage chuckled. “Not all of them have been devoured,” she said. “I devoured the new El Katib I had been gathering when I realized Aladdin and Jasmine would make better minions. Especially when Jasmine became my direct High Priestess. I’ll make her a true blob yet… And then I’ll probably eat her, resurrect her skinny, and fatten her up all over again. ...Actually, that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Ursula and Mirage laughed, Mirage continuing. “Well, let’s see… The Odiferans agreed to a treaty… This chubby little goblin named Aziz had some delicious magic to empower me when I ate him, I’ll show it to you later… You saw what I did to Mozenrath. He was the biggest threat, and I made him a wraith.” She grinned savagely.

“It’s always the young, cocky wizards that are the worst,” Ursula said. “You’ve got to break them under your ass to show them who’s boss.”

“Funny you should mention that,” Mirage said, spotting the wraith that used to be the deadly wizard Mozenrath. “Hey MOZE! Wanna tell them how I finally made you surrender?”

“Not really,” the wraith said, shivering softly, pulling down his hood.

“Tough shit, I’ll tell them!” Mirage said. “See, I was massive, but not immobile yet…”

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The Past…

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Mozenrath laughed wickedly as he looked at his opponents. “Really? REALLY?! This is what has become of you! Oh, the mighty have fallen!”

Aladdin and Jasmine glared back. Aladdin had started growing a mustache, his body thick with muscle from training to be Mirage’s warrior, sporting a bit of a belly. “You dare mock us?” he said. “After what we’ve been through?”

Jasmine was flat out obese. She wore a red version of her usual outfit, and had a thick, heavy belly that jiggled and jostled with every step. Her face was rounded and puffy with fat, and her thighs were ridiculously thick. She sneered, her fat arms against her widened hips, blood from her most recent feast on her face.

“Oh, I dare,” Mozenrath said, chuckling. “The mighty heroes, reduced to fatty cannibals! What WILL the kingdoms of the Seven Deserts think once I let this get out?!”

Jasmine just smirked. “Tell them,” she said.

“...Excuse me?” Mozenrath said.

“Tell them,” Jasmine said. “Spread the word. Tell them that Agrabah will quite literally feast on the entrails of those who dare threaten us, threaten the kingdom of our Mistress!”

“Mistress… What are you babbling about!?” Mozenrath demanded, the mystic glove on his hand glowing.

Aladdin sneered. “That’s right,” he said. “You haven’t heard yet. We’ve taken up a new religion. The religion of Mirage…”

A cold surge of fear went through the sorcerer. Mirage, the incarnation of evil, was one of the only things in this world that truly scared him. And Aladdin and Jasmine’s descent into cannibalistic hedonism suddenly made sense. Corruption of heroes was most certainly a game that the dreaded goddess would enjoy.

“You have no power here, Mozenrath,” Mirage said. He turned, and literally bounced off of Mirage’s massive frame.

She was almost spherical with fat, audibly wheezing, but only because she felt like it. Fat legs pressed together and spread her feet apart, said feet almost buried under fuzzy blubber. Her hips were wide, and her gut hung down almost to her ankles, spreading out several feet in front of her. Her arms were so thick she couldn’t put her hands to her sides, and her ass was a titanic shelf that rode halfway up her back. Her face was triple-chinned and puffy cheeked, her eyes glowing with menace. “Thish shity belongsh to me,” she rasped.

Despite the fatty rasp in her voice, Mozenrath could still feel the menace in this titanic woman. “...So I see,” he said. “Well, I obviously don’t need to bother you anymore, so… farewell!” He gestured, trying to create a portal to leave, but Mirage opened her mouth and sucked it up, her stomach glowing and swelling just a little bit as she smacked her lips. “BBBBWAAAAAAARRRRRPP!” she belched, grinning.

“...You can EAT magic now,” Mozenrath said. “Aheh… Oh dear…” He noted his minion Xerxes had fled. He wouldn’t hold it against the little flying worm. He couldn’t blame him at this point.

Mirage chuckled. “Indeed,” she said, snapping her fat fingers. An explosion of magic knocked Mozenrath on his ass, Mirage waddling over to him. “The time has come for you to learn your plashe in my kingdom, Mozenrath.” She walked until her massive ass what at his head, and then fell backwards. Mozenrath barely had time to scream as the titanic ass came down upon him, squashing his head underneath massive ass cheeks. He helplessly fired blast after blast from his glove, Aladdin coming over and stealing it off of his skeletal hand. He and Jasmine casually leaned on Mirage’s asscheeks, smirking down at the helpless wizard.

“I yield!” Mozenrath said. “Please, I yield!”

Jasmine smirked. “Your surrender is NOT accepted,” she said.

“Your torture is jusht beginning,” Mirage rasped, her bowels making hideous noises. And suddenly, quite suddenly, Mozenrath knew what was coming. “No… NOOOOOOOOO!!!” he screamed, the sound muffled by so much furry assflesh.

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Ursula stared, awed. “You LITERALLY drowned him in your shit,” she said.

“...I’ve got to say,” Ariel said, “that’s one of the most humiliating ways to die I’ve ever heard of.”

Mozenrath just shivered. “May I go, your Immensity?” he asked, completely broken in spirit.

Mirage just chuckled, waving him off. As the wraith shuffled off, Ariel shook her head. “Do you have ANY enemies left?”

“Two,” Mirage said, “but I don’t know if they really count. I spare Abys Mal, because he’s so harmlessly pathetic its funny. I let him rebel so we have something to do. I keep trying to kill Amin Damoola, the thief that everyone calls Butterfingers, but its like the clumsy fool’s luck has gone in the opposite direction.” She scowled. “And he keeps stealing my pie.”

“Then I shall make catching him my gift to you,” Ursula said, grinning.

Mirage gave her an admiring look. “I would love it if you did,” she said, smiling warmly.

As the two monsters chatted, Ariel stood back, thinking about things. It was becoming very, very clear that she was going to be replaced. And soon. She scowled as she thought about it. All this time, and Ursula was going to dump her for Mirage. How offensive…

Crap. Am I actually starting to care for her? she thought with frustration. Shaking her head, she slowly backed away from the duo of monsters as they chatted. She needed time to think for herself. No… no she needed to fuck something. Viciously.

She wandered the streets, chatting idly with the various vendors and citizens. It was a pleasant enough city. And to her amusement, the harem quarters was now a brothel. It may not have been before, but it certainly was now. And certainly, the chubby, willing, nubile girls within were tempting… but no, that’s not what she wanted.

She eventually found the sand witch, Sadira, rubbing her heavily pregnant belly and idly scratching one of her own heavily milky breasts. “Oh! Lady Ariel,” the sand witch said, smiling when she noticed her. “Greetings to you. How can I help you?”

“...Would you object terribly if I did viciously sexual things to Dhandi?” Ariel asked. “I’m in an AWFUL mood and need a punch bag of sorts.

“Not at all,” the sand witch said casually.

“Wow, that was easy,” Ariel said. “Isn’t she your apprentice?”

“She is. But aside from Aladdin and Jasmine, attachments are discouraged in Mirage’s kingdom. After all, we are food for her power and servants of her will,” Sadira said flatly, smiling.

Ariel just stared at what she knew now was a madwoman. “All righty then,” she said. “Where is she?”

“Twenty minutes out that way,” Sadira said, pointing. “Just walk straight and follow the sandstorm. She’s practicing.”

Ariel nodded, and started waddling out into the desert. She used what little magic she knew to conjure a waterskin, sipping it as she headed out towards the swirling, lashing sands. She eventually made her way to the source, sweating heavily on her folds of fat, spotting Dhandi practicing her sand magic.

Ariel refilled, chugged, and refilled her waterskin with magic. “Looking good there,” Ariel called out. “You’re getting really powerful.”

Dhandi shook her head. “Not really. I’m not as creative as Mistress Sadira yet. I’m still learning the art,” she said.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have time,” Ariel lied. For another idea had occurred to her as she strode out to meet the young woman. After all… attachments were discouraged in the kingdom of Mirage…

Dhandi giggled. “I suppose so,” she said. “Thank you for visiting. I know that I am not fully worthy of serving the lady yet. Sultan Aladdin and Sultana Jasmine punish me for my doubts, but I still have them at times. I find it best to work them out with training.”

“Oh really,” Ariel said. “You have lingering doubts?”

Dhandi nodded, looking down at the ground, ashamed. “I keep having memories, of a mother-like figure in my life… Someone blue, and fun to be around…” She shook her head. “Mistress Sadira says that these dreams are heretical. And yet the memories are… comforting…” She looked at Ariel, a worried expression on her chubby young face. “Am I a heretic for thinking about these memories so much?” she asked.

Ariel just stared at Dhandi incredulously. There’s no way she remembers this much about her old life before Mirage, she thought. I may be a beginning apprentice at magic, but with the might Mirage has shown, there’s no fucking way that she’s let this go for so long. She has to be doing this on purpose to torture Dhandi.

(She was.)

But why?! Ariel thought. Why this cruelty? Why let her remember her long dead friend like this? Why… And that’s when it hit her. That’s when she understood. Evil didn’t need a reason. Cruelty was its own reward, its own joy. Evil for evil’s sake. Wickedness for wickedness’ sake. Take what you can, give nothing back. Oh, she’d decided to be evil before this now, but this? This was something different. Something lasting.

It was a humbling, in a way. Any ideas she had about reason, or morals… they flitted away. Like bubbles. A slow smile spread over Ariel’s face as she fully embraced the darkness she’d only marginally accepted before. And it gave her so many ideas… So many delicious ideas indeed…

“Quite frankly,” Ariel said, “...yes. Yes, they are completely heretical.”

Dhandi winced. “I was afraid of that,” she said softly.

Ariel continued, getting into her performance. “Even if you do remember this blue woman, she has probably already met her destiny as being a part of Mirage’s fat. Would you protest her meeting so honorable a fate?”

Dhandi shook her head. “No… No, if she’s become a part of the Goddess, then she’s achieved the highest honor once can achieve.”

Ariel shook her head. “Trust in your elders, young one,” she said. “Believe in those older and clearly superior to you in every way.”

Dhandi nodded. “Yes,” she said, the fat young teenager nodding. “Those who’ve lived longer know better than me.”

Ariel rolled her eyes. She was getting too used to being old… She hesitated a moment, a theory forming. “...Also the moon is made of green cheese and was flung into the sky by an Odiferan,” she said.

Dhandi looked up at the sky. She couldn’t see the moon because it was daytime, obviously, but she looked fascinated by the idea of it. “Really? Huh… I wonder if its still any good to eat by this point.”

Ariel shook her head. Foolishness, she thought. But I suppose when you’ve won, you can do whatever you think is funny to your defeated foes. Including making them so gullible and stupid they’ll believe anything you tell them. But that just works out for me.

“That’s not important right now,” Ariel said, speaking out loud. “What’s important right now, is restoring your honor in the eyes of Mirage.”

Dhandi nodded. “I would love that!” she said, smiling happily, her expression completely trusting. And that’s when it occurred to Ariel fully what she was about to do. The exploitation, the death… She was already considering it on the way up, but now it was real. She was really going to do this… for no other reason than she felt like it.

She felt… strangely free. As if the world was finally starting to make some kind of sense. Evil was logic, and yet chaos. And that knowledge made her feel good. “I happen to be a devotee of the ways of Mirage myself,” Ariel lied.

“REALLY!?” Dhandi said excitedly.

“Indeed,” Ariel said. “I have been most of my life, even before I became Ursula’s apprentice. First, I must fuck you senseless. And then I must devour you, bring you into myself, and through that purification, make you truly whole again when you get reborn as one of Mirage’s firecats.”

Dhandi looked awed. “To become a firecat… That would be a wonderful honor!”

Ariel shuddered softly in arousal. It was so EASY. “Trust in me, and I will bring you to the bliss of Mirage’s service.”

“Can you really do such a thing?” Dhandi asked, awed.

“My dear, sweet child…” Ariel said. “That’s what I do! It’s what I live for.” She began to sing. Mirage, her eyes everywhere, showed this to Ursula as Ariel began to dance around, using images made in water to emphasize her point.

"I admit that, in the past, I've been a nasty

They weren't kidding when they called me, well, "A Witch"

But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

True, this

And I fortunately know a little magic

It's a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, please don't laugh

I use it on behalf of the miserable, the heretics, and depressed..."

“Amazing!” Dhandi said softly, watching the water dance around.

So easily impressed by a show of skill that Ursula could surpass in an instant, Ariel thought idly. But she kept up her show.

“Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need

This one sadly is a sinner

This one needs to serve dear her

And do I help them? Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my cauldron

Crying, "Spells, Ariel, please!"

And I help them

Yes, I do!”

Ariel ended her song with a flourish, Dhandi clapping happily at the sight. “AMAZING!” the young sand witch said.

Ariel just smirked. “So do you trust me fully now?”

“Yes,” Dhandi said. “Forgive my doubts, great one. Witch of the Waters.”

Ooh, I like that, Ariel said. I’m stealing it. “Now. To properly service me, I will need to prepare you for the final sacrifice to Mirage.” She pointed to her dick. “Get down on your knees and suck.”

Dhandi nodded. “Don’t worry, my Lady. I do this for Sultan Aladdin sometimes,” she said. And Ariel found her dick suddenly inhaled into the young Arab teen’s mouth, Dhandi’s head buried underneath her blubber as she began to suckle and slurp the graying, saggy-skinned woman’s dick. She shuddered in pleasure, her manhood pulsing with every slurp of her soon-to-be prey’s tongue.

“Oooh yes,” Ariel groaned, rubbing her massive belly. “Sultan Aladdin must be very pleased with you!” Ariel certainly was. The youngster was proving the phrase ‘suck start a leaf blower’ to be very accurate, as her mouth was inhaling her long, thick manmeat with every bob of her head, her tongue practically dancing across her manhood. “You are SUCH a good cocksucker!”

Dhandi grinned happily around the dick she was devouring. She sucked and slurped and swirled her tongue over Ariel’s dick, wanting to please her properly, like she did Sultan Aladdin from time to time, like she did Mirage when she took a smaller form and felt like having a dick. All the great ones of this world either had a dick, could give themselves one, or were Jasmine and Mirage. This was Dhandi’s love. This was Dhandi’s service to Mirage.

Ariel knew none of Dhandi’s thoughts, she just knew that there was an epic mouth around her dick, and it was making her feel fucking fantastic. She started to actively hump Dhandi’s mouth, shuddering in bliss as she felt her climax building up. She thought about giving the girl a warning, but… nah. If she was good at her job, she’d be able to swallow most of it without prompting. She humped the plump girl’s face, groaning in desire. Finally, though, she couldn’t take it anymore. Dhandi was just too good.

“FUUUUCKK!” Ariel groaned, screaming into the desert sky as she came, gushing a thick load of cum from her cock, her pussy gushing between her fat thighs as well. She reached underneath her belly, grabbing Dhandi’s head and forcing it down completely onto her cock, keeping the young woman there until she’d COMPLETELY unloaded her seed into her.

Dhandi was surprised when her head was forced down fully onto Ariel’s cock, but she was long used to her big dicked lovers doing this. She swallowed Ariel’s cock easily, deep throating it to the balls as she was pushed down on it. She guzzled all of the former mermaid’s cum, easily getting all of it down her well trained slutty gullet.

Finally, after a long moment, Ariel stepped way, licking her lips. “That was… fantastic, Dhandi,” the graying redhead said.

Dhandi coughed a little, licking the remnants of cum in her mouth up. “It was my honor and pleasure to let you use my mouth to please yourself!” she said.

Ariel wanted to move onto the big part, the sacrifice. But she was still horny as fuck. “Mmmm, but the ritual preparing you for sacrifice isn’t done yet,” she said. “I must take at least one more of your holes.”

Dhandi turned, the plump, fat-assed teenager wiggling her rump at Ariel, sticking it high into the air. “Perhaps my ass? I’ve had people like my ass when they use me for their pleasure,” she said. “And it feels so good and deliciously naughty to take it back there…”

Ariel laughed. “Why not?” she said. “It’s not like you’ll be having babies after this.” Unless firecats have babies. Hmm… Something to ask Mirage later. She didn’t think about it anymore, giving Dhandi’s wide, heavy ass a smack, and lifted up her gut, dropping it into the chubby girl’s back. She’d made a table for herself to lay on as Ariel had her way with her. She thrust into Dhandi’s ass, and to her delight, found that it was nice and tight, with only the slightest hint of being overused. “Fuck, that’s good…” she said.

“Mmm!” Dhandi moaned in pleasure. “I’m glad you enjoy my ass, Mistress!” Dhandi was certainly enjoying herself. Ariel had a substantial dick, and it was filling out her booty in all the right ways, leaving her feeling good as she lay against the pile of sand she’d formed into a table. “Ooohh… Oh yes, keep pounding my ass!” she screamed, savoring the pleasure of serving Ariel, clearly completely loyal to Mirage in her twisted view.

Ariel laughed softly as her magic allowed her to sense Dhandi’s surface thoughts. The poor, unfortunate girl was far too easy to read, the mermaid playing her like a card game. She thrust and thrust into Dhandi’s tight, clenching ass, savoring the feel of that fat, chubby booty beneath her heavy gut. She rubbed her belly lovingly, promising that it would have its meal soon enough, just as soon as she got off in this slut’s ass. Which was getting close, from the feel of it. “Oooh… Oooh fuck… Oh yes…” She panted, her massive belly and breasts heaving as she humped Dhandi’s ass. “Dhandi, your ass feels so GOOD!!”

“Mmmmphuck, you’re pretty good yourself!” Dhandi said. “Your dick… It’s filling me up so much!” She moaned happily, grinding her hips back against Ariel’s with every thrust. “So good!” she said, her tongue hanging out like a dog. “Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!”

Ariel was more than happy to oblige, practically battering her hips against Dhandi’s own. She found herself actually WANTING Dhandi now, each thrust into the young girl’s ass making her want to truly make this girl hers by devouring her. “Fuck. Fuck yes. Dhandi, you’re my MEAT…” Ariel groaned. “This is just TENDERIZING!!” She’d heard the chefs at the palace use that term a few times. She figured it applied here.

Dhandi let out a wail of lust, her pleasure surging as she was called meat. It was the ultimate giving, to be meat for Mirage or one of her servants. She was eager to feed the former mermaid and melt inside of her. “Yes! Ah! Mmmph! Tenderize your meal, Ariel! Pound me down into nothing!” she moaned. She wanted it. Wanted it desperately. Wanted to be a part of Ariel, to become her pudge. Through her consumption, she would serve Mirage’s will.

Ariel didn’t care about Mirage’s will. She was only putting up with the cat because she was obscenely powerful and so evil she made her look like she was still an innocent mermaid mooning over a human prince. Ariel was too focused on the tight, clenching anus trying to milk her cock. She groaned, taking a few more powerful, heavy thrusts before finally letting out a moan of sheer pelasure, emptying her load deep into the bowels of the fat girl beneath her. “DHANDDIIIIIIIII!” she screamed.

The feel of Ariel’s seed shooting into her bowels made Dhandi’s toes curl as she hit her own peak, her pussy gushing fluids as she bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed. “Ooooaah! YESSS!!” she pressed her hips back hard against Ariel, groaning as she rode the ocean of pleasure she was feeling from the spectacular ass fucking she’d just gotten.

After a long moment, their bliss highs faded. Ariel staggered back, Dhandi having enough presence of mind to make a comfortable chair out of sand for the former mermaid to fall back on as she sat down. Dhandi herself remained in her same position overall, still leaning on her table, her ass very, VERY sore from the powerful pounding it had gotten from Ariel.

Dhandi was VERY satisfied. Pleasure tingled all through her. She panted, licking her lips and smiling at Ariel. “Well…” she said. “If getting anal meant you got pregnant, then I’d be so damn pregnant right now.”

“Alas alas,” Ariel said, smirking. “No babies for that ass.” She blinked, and chuckled. “Although now I wonder if you could magically get someone pregnant through the ass. Or get their booty pregnant. Or even a guy!”

From where they were watching, Ursula turned to Mirage, a naughty grin on her face. “COULD we do any of that?” she asked, very, very proud of Ariel right now.

Mirage shook her head, amused. “I don’t know, it never occurred to me. But its certainly something to try,” she said, grinning evilly. “Now hush.”

Dhandi smiled up at Ariel. “Was I good?” she asked.

“Very good, young lady,” Ariel said. “Your ass was practically swallowing my cock as much as your mouth was.”

“Your load feels good in my bowels too, Lady Ariel!” Dhandi said. “So warm, so sweet…”

Ariel looked around the desert, shaking her head. “How you can enjoy warmth in this mess is a mystery to me, but you do you.”

Dhandi giggled. “I’m about to go to a much warmer place, though,” she said

“That’s true,” Ariel said, her stomach rumbling heavily. “You are finally ready to be MEAT.”

Dhandi gasped excitedly. “Yes…”

Ariel gripped Dhandi’s plump shoulders, opening her jaws wide, drool splattering down on the brainwashed girl’s face. She lowered her expanded jaws down on Dhandi’s head, slowly working in her chubby shoulders. She moaned happily at the taste, Dhandi’s skin dark and ‘perfectly cooked’ by the desert sun. She slurped at the salty flavor of her sweat, savoring how delicious she was, eagerly pushing more and more of the girl inside of her.

Dhandi herself was in bliss. The final bliss of the fanatic, willingly sacrificing themselves for a cause. (Or so they thought, anyway.) She gave herself to Ariel, not resisting as the ravenous former mermaid ate her, shoving her further and further down her throat. As her milky breasts were shoved into Ariel’s gullet, Dhandi moaned happily, feeling Ariel taste them. “Yes…” she said. “Use me. Eat me. Drink from me…” She wanted this more than anything. To become one with Mirage or one of her servants. And she was (in her mind) getting her wish.

Ariel wasn’t about to dispel her delusions, gulping over and over to get the rather unfortunate young woman down her gullet. She gnawed on Dhandi’s breasts, squeezing milk down her throat, slickening the passage with the food meant for Dhandi’s devoured baby. Perhaps they’ll reunite in the afterlife, she thought idly, not really caring. The girl was delicious, and she wanted to eat her. That was all that mattered.

Dhandi moaned as she felt her breasts slide down Ariel’s throat. “All gone…” she said, thinking out loud. “My breasts are food now. The breasts that could have been nursing a child, melting down into food for one of Mirage’s mighty servants. Oh, my Lady, make me YOURS!”

Ariel was more than happy to oblige, eagerly gobbling up Dhandi’s plump stomach. She traced over her stretch marks, their flavor different from the rest of her belly. She happily gulped and gulped, slurping over her prey’s fleshy expanse, her jaws ridiculously distended to work it all in, her own fat, heavy stomach starting to bulge out even further as the weight of an entire person started to be added to it. She lifted her head up, letting gravity aid in finishing off her meal as she slid her lips over Dhandi’s hips.

When Dhandi emerged into the stomach, a sense of finality overcame the brainwashed, maddened young girl. She was going to die. Be digested and become fat on Ariel’s body, anything she didn’t need crapped out and used as fertilizer. (Wait, did she know that? Eh, someone else would tell her.) She squirmed, wriggling her way down into Ariel’s belly, wanting to be digested and erased so very, very badly.

Ariel wasn’t complaining, beyond the fact that the wriggling took Dhandi’s wide, motherly hips down into her throat before she was done tasting her nethers. She caressed the massive bulge Dhandi was making in her chest, swallowing over and over again to work down those thick, chubby legs of the young woman. With a few final, slurping gulps, she was gone.

Dhandi meeps as she felt herself sliding into Ariel’s belly. She let the powerful, magically-enhanced organ squish her down into a fetal position, the young woman contentedly waiting for the end, acids already starting to burn her. She kissed the side of Ariel’s stomach wall, wriggling just enough to make things pleasurable for her.

“BBBBBAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!” Ariel belched, smacking her lips and leaning back into a nearby rock formation, Dhandi’s sand constructs having fallen apart. She patted her belly, and shook her head. “Well, you poor, unfortunate FOOL, you were certainly delicious. But I think I know what would be the capper on this.”

Dhandi, inside of Ariel’s gut, looked up curiously. “I wonder what could be better than enjoying service to Mirage?” she said, thinking out loud.

“Oh, you’ll find out,” Ariel said. “MIRAGE! I KNOW YOU’RE LISTENING! MAKE DHANDI’S LAST MOMENTS INTERESTING AND RESTORE HER REAL MEMORIES AND PERSONALITY!”

Mirage gaped, and then began to laugh. “I approve of your student, Ursula! She’s won my respect!!” The wicked goddess snapped her fat fingers.

And quite suddenly, Dhandi remembered who she was. And what she had been made to do. “No… No no NO!!” she said, suddenly struggling ferociously to get away. “NO! NO NO! PLEASE! EDEN, I’M SORRY!!” She sobbed and shrieked, the pain of digestion making her thrash about violently. She moaned in utter, absolute agony, guilt over sacrificing her friend to Mirage’s mad hunger driving her mad. “NOOOAAAGGGH!!”

Ariel panted heavily, leaning up against the rock formation as her belly wriggled and thrashed about. “Perfect! Absolutely perfect meal! UUUUUUAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!” she belched, contentedly rubbing her stomach, savoring Dhandi’s dying struggles as she screamed for Eden over and over again.

Ursula quirked an eyebrow. “There’s no chance of this Eden ever coming back, is there? Mother types, I’ve noticed, tend to get a little pissy when their child cries.”

“Everything that made Eden the Genie who she was has been devoured by me. She literally no longer exists, her soul digested into my flab like so many others,” Mirage said, licking her lips. “My hunger is responsible for the near extinction of the Fairfolk.” She grinned savagely. “A genie is nothing to me.”

Ursula cackled, dispelling the view image they had up on Ariel. They’d let the former mermaid enjoy her meal in peace. They had other things to do after all. “So what’s the night life in this city like, anyway?”

An explosion came from the downtown area. Mirage groaned, facepalming. “It would be now, wouldn’t it?” she muttered.

“What’s going on?” Ursula asked, frowning.

“A pest,” Mirage muttered. “I told you about Abys Mal and Amin Damoola, but there’s one more. I let him live because… well, he’s annoying, but he’s harmless. And if I can get the idiot to sit still long enough to be brainwashed, he’d be useful.”

There were more explosions. Ursula frowned. “...Are you sure he’s harmless?” she asked.

“I eat whomever he kills, and I can rebuild what he remakes in an instant, and of course he can’t harm anyone here I think matters enough for me to take interest in,” Mirage said. A thought occurred to her. “Actually…” She smirked. “If you can put him down for good, you have first rights to eating him.”

Ursula brightened. “Well! In that case, how can I refuse the opportunity?” she chuckled, walking forward. “What is this oaf’s name, anyway?”

“It’s-” the voice interrupted Mirage as she was about to speak.

“I AM Mekanicles! GREATEST OF THE GREAT, GREEK GENIUSES!” said a silly, sknning looking man with a long, well-groomed beard. He was wearing a red toga and white sash, and had strapped sandals on. One of his eyes was repaced with a mechancal one, and he had a meniacal scaccle in his face.

“And you’re a fool if you think we’re letting you walk away!” Ursula declared. “Surrender now, and I leave something for your family to bury.” She was lying, of course.

Mekanicles laughed. “Ohohohohoho! Another apprentice of Mirage’s comes to fight me?” He sneered, ignoring Ursula, which made her freeze up in rage. “Really, my dear. Having the help do your dirty work.”

Mirage said nothing. She simply made herself a snack cake and shoved it into her mouth, chomping on it messily.

The skinny Greek scientist sneered. “By ZEUS’S HORNY DICK, woman! Will you pay attention to me!?” Mekanicles snarled.

“No,” Mirage said, closing her eyes and eating more snack cakes, wallowing in her own heaviness.

Mekanicles twitched. “FINE! Then I shall go back to destroying your pathetic sissy!”

“Feel free” Mirage said.

Mekanicles huffed indignantly. “CURSE YOU!” he snapped his fingers, and a giant robot shaped like Mekanicles himself came out. Rockets (somehow) came out of the mad scientist’s feet, and he flew up to the robot and got into it. “Let’s see how powerful you are when you’re a nicely skinned SHAG RUG!”

“I. AM. RIGHT. HERE!!” Usrula snarled, lashing with a wave of high pressure water as she lashed her tentacles about.

Mekanicles glanced at Ursula, wincing as his machine was hit. “Don’t worry, my dear one, the fat, bloated octopus can’t hurt you,” the mad scientist said, gently stroking his machine’s console supportively.

Ursula gave Mirage an incredulous look. “Oh, it only gets worse,” Mirage muttered.

Mekanicles huffed, turning his mecha’s gatling guns on Ursula. The sea witch morphed to water, letting the bullets pass through her as she formed a trident of water and flung it, aiming for one of the joints of the construct. It splashed off.

“HA!” Mekanicles laughed. “You think you can fight me with fresh, clean water? All you’ve done is polish my dear Super Scooter’s shoulder!”

“I turned to ocean water fool! Salt water!” Ursula declared. “...Also, you made a giant mechanical war armor and called it ‘Super Scooter?’ Seriously?”

“This is the third time he’s tried using an armor,” Mirage explained. “His minion is a mechanical bug named Scooter that’s also been built into the suit.”

Ursula rolled her eyes. She formed another water trident, embuing it with magic, only to be startled as Mekanicles let out a shriek.

“SALT WATER!?!” he screamed, climbing out of his suit’s cockpit and over to the shoulder join Ursula attacked. “Salt water will corrode Super Scooter’s precious metals! How dare you!?” He quickly toweled off the joined, pulling out a schedule written on a scroll and a quill. “WHO ARE YOU, ANYWAY!?”

Ursula slowly grinned, realizing something. “I am Ursula,” she said. “I am the Sea Witch. I am the reason men fear the ocean, for I am what lies in the deep.”

“RIGHT! Ignoring everything after Ursula!” Mekanicles declared, writing on his scroll. “Mock interloper… check!”

Ursula’s jaw dropped. The disrespect… She shook her head, snarling, and started summoning as much water as she could from the area, infusing it with salt to transform it ocean water… and started to make it rain down on Super Scooter.

Mekanicles shrieked. “HOW DARE YOU!?!” he shouted, firing wildly. The bullets from his mecha bounced off of the forcefield Mirage generated around Ursula, the machinist screaming comically in his fury.

“YOU ARE LUCKY I RAN OUT OF COLD IRON FOR MY BULLETS AND HAD TO USE COPPER!” Mekanicles said.

“Your anti-magic technology was never a threat to me,” Mirage said simply, smirking at the mad machinist.

Ursula just grimaced. Cold iron. Fired in that sheer amount… She would have been shredded if it weren’t for the insane Greek’s supply issues. She was VERY glad he was more pest than actual threat.

“AND STOP MAKING IT RAIN!! You’re going to rust poor Super Scooter!” Mekanicles demanded.

Ursula responded by making it rain harder.

“I WILL RIP OUT YOUR TENTACLES AND MAKE TAKOYAKI WITH THEM!” Mekanicles said, whipping out his schedule and writing on it. “Travel to island nation in farthest East… Learn how to cook octopus balls you had one time and liked…” he muttered as he added to his schedule.

“Could you be any more of a buffoon?” Ursula taunted.

“Buffoon!? BUFFOON!? I am Mekanicles! I am one of the Great Greek Geniuses! I am THE Great Greek Genius!” the mad scientist shrieked.

“I’ve never heard of you,” Ursula said flatly, sounding utterly uncaring that she hadn’t heard of him. Mekanicles got so furious steam was visibly coming out of his ears.

“YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE THIS CITY! ITS ALWAYS THIS CITY THAT TROUBLES ME, PREVENTS ME FROM ACHIEVING THE GREATNESS I DESERVE!” Mekanicles shrieked.

“And it always will keep you exactly where you belong,” Jasmine said, her servants carrying the massive, blobular woman out onto the roof of the nearby building where she could watch, Aladdin striding beside her.

“So! The fatty fallen heroes come to watch my ultimate triumph, eh!?” Mekanicles snarled. “Come to watch as I tear Agrabah down from around its ears, HM!?”

“No,” Jasmine said. “Just come to watch your biweekly humiliation. Normal day.”

“Careful,” Mekanicles said, sneering. “I might just bring a certain cat here to bring you all to chao-”

“Oh him?” Mirage said. “I ate him ages ago. Your information is out of date.”

“...It is?” Mekanicles asked weakly. “T-Then I shall seek out help from the elemental queen of ARANDALE! With her ice magic-”

Ursula cackled.

“-WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!” Mekanicles shrieked.

Ursula smirked. “Because I devoured the rulers of Arandale, and let the kingdom collapse under an avalanche. Keep talking, fool.”

“I HAVE OTHER ALLIES!” Mekanicles shouted. “In my travels, I went to great China! They owe me a favor now after I showed them how to make improvements to their Great Wall, and-”

“Aaaaand we helped the Huns conquer them and turned a female Chinese soldier into a powerful shapeshifting witch,” Ariel said. “Who are you again?”

“I am Mekanicles! One of the Great Greek-” the mad scientist tried.

“Got it. You’re sandwich meat,” Ariel said.

“Actually, no,” Sadira said, coming up beside her. “We’ve caught him precisely once before. He made himself taste so foul that not even mighty Mirage could devour him… Plus he’s added anti-magic enhancements to himself that make him hard to kill outright.”

“...But there are still ways around all that!” Ursula declared. “Sadira! Create a sandstorm around his device.

“As you wish, honored guest!” Sadira said, willing up a massive, swirling storm of sand.

Mekanicles scoffed. “I have been sealed against your pathetic sandstorms, witch!” he taunted. But as he did, Ursula added her rain to the mix. And the swirling sands became a dark, gloopy tornado of-

“MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDD!!” Mekanicles scoffed. “MUD! HIDEOUS, DISGUSTING, DIRTY MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDD!! AAAHHHH!!!” Shrieking like a child, he activated his battlesuit’s weapons and flew off, presumably to steam clean the entire suit.

“Bye!” Jasmine said, waving merrily.

“See you in a couple weeks!” Aladdin said cheerfully.

Mirage huffed, shaking her head. “See what I mean about pest? I’ve tried to eliminate or control him several times, but he’s got countermeasures built into himself that prevent his molecules from simply being rent asunder, and yet despite his brilliance he’s also DUMB enough that he can be easily beaten on a consistent basis.

“That… That was what got rid of him?” Ariel asked, incredulous.

“If there’s one thing that truly reliable in Mirage’s world,” Sadira said, amused, “its Mekanicles’ rupophobia.”

Mirage sneered. “I grow weary of him,” she said. “Your creativity with the mudstorm has earned you enough respect to keep you out of my belly. But if you truly wish to romance me, then get rid of Mekanicles once and for all.” Mirage rubbed her temples. “I grow weary. I am returning to my true body to sleep.”

She snapped her fingers, and all the damage to buildings that the Super Scooter mecha had done was repaired, servants gathering the bodies, Jasmine declaring that she required barbecue to eat.

Ariel and Sadira came down to Ursula. “Well,” Ariel said. “We’ve gotten a goal for you, at least.” She snickered. “We just have to defeat a man who’s too smart to kill and too dumb to win.”

Ursula stroked her chins. “Everyone has their weaknesses,” she said, “and Mekanicles has a big one. I will exploit it to bring about his end.”

Sadira quirked an eyebrow. “Please do,” she said. “I do not share the Sultan and Sultana’s perpetual amusement with the imbecile inventor. I am quite pleased that you are seeking what passes for our Dread Lady’s heart.”

“I have never met a more magnificently evil creature than her other than Maleficent,” Ursula said. “And unlike with that old dragon, I think I have a chance with Mirage.”

Sadira bowed. “I wish you the best of luck,” she said, walking off on her own, both Ariel and Ursula watching the fat ass of the sand witch as she left, before turning back to each other.

“So this is where you get ready to leave me behind, then,” Ariel said, folding her arms.

“Indeed,” Ursula said shamelessly. “You’ve been fun, but I’ve found an equal at the very least. I’ve never wanted something as much as I do Mirage’s time. The power she’s shown…” She shivered in delight. “Magnificent.”

Ariel shook her head, scowling. “And so love once again is proven to be meaningless. As all things are,” she said.

Ursula smirked, impressed. “My dear. Is that nihilism?” she said.

“It took me a while for the revelation to be finalized. But with Dhandi in my stomach, her soul feeding my magic, I have finally accepted the one great truth of this universe,” Ariel said. “Nothing matters. So why not do what you want?”

“That’s the spirit, Ariel!” Ursula said. “And don’t worry. You’re still my apprentice, if not my lover. You’ll have the power you desire when you go back to Atlantica to have fun with your family once more.”

Ariel nodded. “I certainly hope so,” she said. “I’d hate to have to poison you in your sleep and usurp your position.”

“...I realize you’re threatening me, but I can’t help but feel so proud at your progress,” Ursula said, laughing.

Ariel bowed, smirking. “I had a magnificent teacher of cruelty.”

Ursula curtsied. “Come, my dear. The time has come to plan. And to possibly make Mekanicles more edible,” she said.

Ariel quirked an eyebrow. “A problem your stomach CAN’T solve. How novel,” she teased.

Ursula chuckled. The two retreated to their lair, moving it closer to the city, and Ursula went immediately over to her cauldron. She summoned a bubble and immediately began casting, searching for where the foolish creature called Mekanicles could have gone to.

“You can’t hide forever, fool…” Ursula muttered.

“Could he have gone back to his homeland?” Ariel said.

“No,” Ursula said. “He looks to play to the old stereotypes of villainy, so he’ll most likely have a lair… Something he’s fashioned into his personal aesthetic… AH. Here we go…”

To say that Ariel was shocked would be an understatement. The area Mekanicles had taken over was… well, beautiful. But in a very twisted way. He’d turned the sand around his lair to glass, and built a high tech Grecian-style temple, one that shove atop the mountain he’d polished into smoothness. It was lovely, almost Olympian in appearance, but in an unnatural way. As they watched, the mud-dripping battlesuit of Mekanicles flew into a docking bay.

The filth-phobic genius practically flung himself out of his suit. “SCOOTEERRRRRR!” he shrieked. A mechanical insect suddenly flew out of the Super Scooter mechsuit, catching the genius in as he fell.

“Curses,” Ursula and Ariel said with amusement.

“Begin emergency cleaning procedure! Mud and salt water cleansing procedure!” Mekanicles called out, whipping out his checklist and writing some new entries as his devices went to work. “Clean Super-Scooter suit, check…” He noticed something on a monitor, and wrote down another entry. “Taunt witches currently watching me. Hello ladies! Can I assume that whomever’s watching me now are the ones Mirage has currently associated with?”

Ursula and Ariel both traded mildly alarmed looks. Mekanicles chuckled. “I just know you’re watching,” he clarified. “I haven’t quite mastered the art of hacking into magical signals.”

Ursula frowned, and cast another spell on her viewing bubble, letting them be seen by Mekanicles. “…You’re a clever one,” the sea witch conceded.

“Greatest of the Great Greek Geniuses!” Mekanicles said. “Once I enslave Mirage to my will, I will become the Greatest Genius of ALL TIME!”

“And you believe you can do this?” Ursula said in disbelief.

“It will take me time,” Mekanicles conceded. “But I am making headway. My research into magic is proceeding apace! And I will make that fat, bloated feline my personal battery for my immortality machine! And I will become as a god myself!”

“...Wow,” Ariel said softly. “You’re the most delusional person I’ve ever met. And I went to this bitch to help me win the love of a prince!” She shook her head, marveling.

“Romance failed on you, eh?” Mekanicles said without sympathy.

“Direct sabotage,” Ariel muttered at Ursula, who just smirked.

Mekanicles shook his head. “I do not pretend to understand the ways of witches, nor do I care,” he said, pointing at them dramatically. “You dare to think you can defeat ME, the greatest genius in the WORLD!? You are not the first allies Mirage has sent at me! Nor will you be the last! I shall consume your magic for my batteries, and-”

“You missed a spot,” Ursula said, pointing to a random spot in the room.

“...Where?” Mekanicles said, extending his monocle eye out into a telescope.

“Right there,” Ursula said, pointing to another random spot.

Mekanicles cursed. “Could you be more specific?!” he snarled.

“No,” Ursula said. “So you can either ignore me and assume I’m lying and possibly let a dirty spot go, slowly festering and creeping until your entire base is filled with dust and mold… or you can find to see if there’s an actual spot.”

“...I hate you so very, very much,” Mekanicles said.

“Welcome to my world,” Ariel said.

The mad scientist huffed, pulling out his checklist and writing on it. “Taunt witches currently watching me, check. Get gaslit by one of them… Unfortunately, check. Spot seeking procedure… starting now. SCOOTER!” The mechanical bug scuttled over to his master. “Begin potential spot-seeking protocols! Start by the hydroponics and the farm!”

Ursula closed the bubble. “I know how to find him, and I know how to get around any defenses he may have,” she said.

“How?” Ariel said. “If he’s competent enough to keep Mirage at bay, he probably has an army of those Scooter bug things.”

Ursula smirked. “He mentioned ‘hydroponics.’ I’ve heard from some of the lovers I’ve seduced that hydro is another word for water. Most likely? He hasn’t found a way to divest himself of the basic needs of food and water than most creatures need. And where there’s water, there’s a way in for the Witch of the Waters.”

Before Ariel could ask for clarification, Ursula gestured, creating a magical aura that lifted the building into the air. Ariel ran to the windows… and saw that the lair had indeed taken off, growing a pair of wings and flying through the air.

“...We could have flown this ENTIRE TIME?!” Ariel shouted. “Do you have ANY IDEA how much ground we could have covered while flying?!”

“One,” Ursula said, concentrating on her spells as she looked for a large source of water, “flying takes focus and I get a headache if I do it too long. Two, we’re a giant skeleton turned into a house. We would have been noticed and attacked. Three… We would have missed out on all the fun bonding time we had during our trips. Remember all the time we had where we got so close and intimate with each other?”

“...I swear if I knew how to control the lair, I would throw you out of this damn window right now,” Ariel muttered.

“And that is why you don’t control the lair,” Ursula said, grinning. “Ah, there you are…” She spotted an oasis not far from Agrabah… and went into a power dive.

Ariel felt the lair tilting. “Wait… What, what are you doing?!”

“Making an entrance,” Ursula said, grinning as they power dove into the waters of the oasis, somehow sinking fully in despite being larger than said oasis.

As Ariel felt her familiar mermaid form return as the water flooded the lair, she scowled, looking down at her tail. “…Can’t even find it in myself to be grateful for the chance to be a mermaid again,” she muttered.

Ursula, her tentacles flailing about as she guided the ship, just chuckled.

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Mekanicles’ Lair…

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“AHA!” Mekanicles said, the skinny genius crawling on all fours. “There WAS a spot!”

The ‘spot’ was a tiny, infintesimal smudge that sane people would ignore.

“SCOOTER!” Mekanicles called. “CLEANING SOLUTION!”

The bug came over and spritzed some cleaning fluid onto the place where his maker was pointing. Mekanicles vigorously cleaned it up, sighing in relief. “...But if there was one spot, there might be MORE!!” Mekanicles realized, gasping in horror. “I’ve been careless! So focused on my duel with that filthy, disgusting fat thing Mirage that I’ve neglected proper cleaning procedures!” He groaned in misery. “Oh Scooter, we’ll have to go over the entire base with a fine-toothed comb! THERE MUST NOT BE SMUDGES!! EVERYTHING MUST BE IMMACULATE AND PERFECT!”

At which point he noticed the water, flowing out of the hydroponics center. “...AND NOW MY PLUMBING IS FLOODING!” he said, throwing up his hands. “What else could go wrong today?”

“Funny you should mention that,” Ursula said. At which point a flood of saltwater sent Scooter and Mekanicles rolling away, flailing and struggling to get up. They both turned, seeing Ursula’s lair rising out of the flood, a looming, sinister presence in the otherwise pristine fortress, the lair seeming to absorb the light around it. From the mouth of the air, Ursula and Ariel, both in human form, strode out.

“You… You dare bring filthy SALTWATER into my nice clean home!?” Mekanicles shrieked. “I WILL MAKE YOU BOTH PAY WITH YOUR LIVES!” He pulled out a checklist. “Make… interlopers… pay… with their li-”

Ariel snapped her fingers, creating a magical explosion that destroyed Mekanicles’ checklist. He stared at the smoldering paper for a long moment, before slowly setting it down on the flooded ground. “...I consider myself a reasonable man. All I ask for, is a nice clean house, and an organized life. And do you know what helps keep me organized?”

Ariel raised her hand to explode his face. Ursula stopped her. “Oh, let him have his monologue,” she said, amused.

“Checklists. Why should I care about checklists, you may ask? I WILL TELL YOU!” Mekanicles said, speaking faster and faster. “Checklists are LIFESBLOOD! Checklists are SANITY! Checklists are ORDER! Without a checklist, life doesn’t matter! AND I AM SO DAMN TIRED OF HEROES DESTROYING MY LIST!”

“I’m hardly a hero at this point,” Ariel said.

“I DON’T CARE!!” Mekanicles shrieked. “YOU WANT TO GET WILD!? YOU WANT TO GET CHAOTIC!? THEN LET’S GET CHAOTIC!! INSECT DRONES!! KILL THEM IN THE GORIEST, MESSIEST MANNER POSSIBLE! AND DRAW PRETTY PICTURES IN THEIR BLOOD!”

There was an awkward silence as Mekanicles kept pointing and nothing happened. Ursula just smiled knowingly. “...Anytime now,” Mekanicles said as his expected bug armada didn’t come. “...Please any time?”

Ursula snapped her fingers, and one of the entrance pipes for the bug bot armada popped open, revealing one of the bug robots trapped in a flooded, seaweed-filled tunnel.

Mekanicles’s expression drooped comically. Ariel snickered. “...Parlay?” Mekanicles tried.

“No,” Ursula said flatly. “We will let you have a head start, though.”

“Thank you I need it,” Mekanicles said, turning and bolting. “SCOOOOOTEEEEEEER!” He hopped on the bug and started to fly off.

Ariel frowned. “...What, we’re letting him fly off?” she asked.

“Of course not,” Ursula said. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She pointed downward, a wave of gravity afflicting Scooter and sending him tumbling down to the ground. Unfortunately for Mekanicles, they were both over a ledge when Ursula cast her gravity spell.

Mekanicles pulled out a device which surrounded him with an air cushion, the genius landing with relative safety in the water that dripped down from the Lair’s entrance. Scooter, unfortunately, crash landed hard, going offline. In its last moments, Scooter reached out for his creator, Mekanicles sadly caressing the leg of the beetle bot.

“You were an inferior model,” Mekanicles said. “Yet I loved you like a son…” Scooter’s eye blinked out, as if satisfied with the acknowledgment.

“Heartwarming,” Ursula said, she and Ariel rising from the water that was steadily flooding the fortress.

“...What do you think you can do to me then, hm?” Mekanicles said. “I’ve already told you I can’t be eaten.”

“We’ll see about that,” Ariel said, stomping over and grabbing Mekanicles. The genius simply folded his arms, Ariel ignoring Ursula’s warning as she opened her jaws wide and started to swallow the scientist.

The moment her tongue touched his forehead, she retched, throwing him aside and staggering back. She groaned, struggling not to vomit, clutching her mouth tightly. “POSEIDON’S FECES, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ariel shrieked.

“I told you not to!” Ursula groused.

“NO, THIS IS WORSE THAN THAT! I felt like I was going to throw up everything I’ve ever eaten!” Ariel said, spitting and gagging.

Mekanicles snickered. “Greatest. Genius,” he said. He looked around for a potential escape… and realized that he had none. “Water. I didn’t count on water being a vector.”

“Water is patient,” Ursula said. “Water always wins. From water we were born, and to water we return.”

Mekanicles stroked his beard. “I suppose a sea creature would have that philosophy,” he said. “And perhaps this is better. The Great Mekanicles, Greatest of the Great Greek Geniuses, slain in legendary battle with a mighty witch and her apprentice.”

Ariel growled.

“It will be something for the bards to speak about,” Mekanicles said, chuckling. “Oh yes…”

“Oh no,” Ursula said. “You’re not getting your epic tale. No sir. You’re a pest. A bug. And you’re getting crushed like one.”

A tentacle snaked out, yanking Mekanicles off of his feet. “G’hay!!” the scientist sputtered as he splashed down in the water. He looked up, and saw Mirage’s baleful eye looking down from above.

Ursula blew a kiss to that eye, then turned her attention back to Mekanicles. “Your tale is one that ends here. Your facility will be destroyed and reclaimed by the desert. Your name will be forgotten,” she taunted.

“NO!” Mekanicles shouted.

“And you? You don’t even get the dignity of a death in battle,” Ursula said, sitting her massive ass down on the scientist’s face. He shrieked in terror, the sound muffled. Because not only was he being crushed by the titanic ass of Ursula, her booty alone big enough to envelop his whole torso, the water he was in was deep enough to start drowning him as well.

Ariel shivered softly. “Vicious,” she said.

“Fools with delusions of grandeur deserve a death as a nobody,” Ursula said. “And Mekanicles is a name that deserves to be forgotten.”

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Mekanicles started thrashing in earnest kicking his legs desperately as the gas from Ursula’s flatulence washed over him, poisoning the water he was drowning in. He was in agony, both from the drowning and the fart, but also from the sheer intense weight of Ursula’s booty upon his body. He could feel his gangly chest starting to get crushed.

This can’t be how it ends! Mekanicles thought. I lasted longer than all of them! Sadira! Abis Mal! Mozenrath! Jafar! He was destined for greatness! Not this undignified end!

But in the end, all his struggles did was make Ursula feel good, the sea witch moaning in pleasure. And he could feel Mirage’s baleful gaze on him through Ursula’s flabby body, burning into him. Or maybe that was just the burning of his lungs as he struggled to gain his breath through the fart poisoned water.

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Another fart, rendering the water bubbling, ended up finishing Mekanicles off. He slumped over, dead as a doornail. Ursula shook her head, chuckling. She magicked a pair of gold coins into existence, and pressed them into Mekanicles’ hand.

“I don’t get it,” Ariel said.

“The Greek afterlife involves a boatman that ferries them across a wide river of the damned. If they’re not buried with a pair of coins in their eyes, they have to wait and wander a hundred years before they can finally pass,” Ursula said. “And while waiting, they can haunt. Quite frankly, I just want to be done with this fool.”

Ariel laughed. “Fair enough,” she said. “And so ends the sad, pathetic story of Mekanicles.

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Later...

Hades (the realm)…

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“I gotta say,” said the flame-headed god of the dead as he watched the past with his latest subject, “that ending? Kinda sucked.”

Mekanicles shivered. “I was supposed to have a greater story…”

“Yeah? Well, we all got problems,” Hades said, idly picking his ear and flicking away a bit of brimstone.

Mekanicles sighed. “Ah well… At least I earned an audience with you! Great one, how can I serve you?” he said, smiling brightly and bowing.

“Hm?” Hades said. “Oh, nonononononono. You didn’t earn an audience with me. I’m doing this as a favor for Mirage, one of my FAVORITE nasties out there, eating souls and reducing my workload for me.” He chuckled. “She wanted to rub it in how pathetic you are one last time.”

“W-What!?” Mekanicles said.

“Yep! No grand afterlife for you! Your punishment in Tartarus is to be an idiot beggar on a street, ignored for all time! No brains, no factory, no Scooter for you!” Hades snapped his fingers, a deep pit of darkness appearing behind Mekanicles.

“W-Wait!” Mekanicles begged, sobbing helplessly as Hades picked him up. “W-Wait, please! I can be useful! I CAN BE USEFUL! I CAN BE USEFULLLLAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!” With an almost disdainful gesture, Hades flung Mekanicles into the pit, closing it behind him. He sat down on his throne, satisfied.

“Ah, what a day,” Hades said happily.

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The living world…

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As Ursula and Ariel made their way back to Agrabah, a skinny avatar of Mirage appeared in their midst. “Thank you,” Mirage said. “Sincerely… Thank you. I feel foolish for not thinking of water as a way into his facility.”

“Happens to the best of us,” Ursula said, shaking her head casually.

“AHEM,” Maleficent’s voice said out of nowhere, Mirage, Ariel, and Ursula shivering in fear.

“But not to the better than the best of us!” Ursula amended quickly, all three women feeling Maleficent’s laughter in their heads.

“I hate her too,” Ariel muttered.

“Hate her or not,” Mirage said, chuckling, “she’s earned her title of Mistress of what I embody. And as for you two, you will be rewarded greatly for your service.”

“When I’m trying to win someone’s affection,” Ursula said. “I go all out.”

“Can confirm,” Ariel muttered. “She’s been torturing me into loving her all this time.”

“Stockholm syndrome’s a bitch, ain’t it?” Mirage teased. “Sorry. A joke that won’t be relevant for a few centuries yet.”

Ariel just fumed. “...What will happen to his base?”

“Nature will reclaim it,” Mirage said. “The water you’ve left there will spread his farm out. The glass will become sand once more, but that mountaintop will become a wild oasis. In a few centuries, there will be no sign that Mekanicles was even there.” She sneered. “Which suits me fine.”

Ursula snickered. “To be forgotten is the worst possible fate for arrogant fools like Mekanicles,” she said. “Remember that in the future when considering how to deal with your own enemies.”

“Other than you?” Ariel muttered.

“Oh come now, Ariel,” Ursula said. “You can’t deny that you’ve had SOME good experiences! Granted, there’s all the torture I’ve done to you, the multiple times I’ve seduced you, the multiple times I’ve devoured you and whatnot. But there’s bound to have been SOME good in there!”

Ariel just stared at her for a long moment… and huffed indignantly, looking away.

Mirage leaned in to Ursula and stage whispered. “That means yes,” she said, both women chuckling.

“So what now?” Ariel asked.

“Now?” Mirage asked. “I will keep my word and allow Ursula to pursue my affection. You’ve earned the right to try, at least.”

Ursula snickered. “So you’re still going to make me work for it, eh?” she said.

“You’ve gotten your tentacles in the door, Ursula,” Mirage teased. “It’s up to you to earn your way into my bed.”

Ursula shook her head. “You’re lucky you’re fascinating,” she said.

“Of course I am,” Mirage said, smirking smugly. “I’m one of the few villains who’s actually succeeded in her goals.”

Ursula chuckled. “What a rare breed we are,” she said.

Mirage smiled, creating a wine glass and toasting Ursula. “To being unique,” she said.

Ariel huffed. “Well, this is all well and good,” she said. “But what about me?”

“What about you?” Mirage said, annoyed at the interruption.

“No, no,” Ursula said. “She’s been my companion all this time, and there’s clearly going to be a shift in things in the near future.” She smiled at Ariel. “What is it, dear?”

“You’re clearly planning to move on from me,” Ariel said. “I won’t lie to you… mainly because you’d call me out on it and make fun of me for it… I have… started to like spending time with you.”

Ursula blinked, and grinned widely. She never expected her to outright admit it. They really were reaching the end of their journey together.

“And since you’re moving on from me, I’d like a favor from you,” Ariel said. “...Can I be young and pretty again?”

Ursula and Mirage both cackled at the selfishness of the request, Ariel drooping and folding her arms in irritation. “Y’know what…” Ursula said, smiling benevolently.

“Oh, come on,” Mirage said. “Leave her like this. Its funny.”

Ursula held up a hand. “Now, I’m not going to just give you the spell. But I am going to give you access to all my scrolls and grimoires. You won’t be able to take them with you, of course, but you will be able to study them in your free time between sessions of me and Mirage using you as a sex toy,” she said. “You can learn how to change yourself back!”

“Of course,” Ariel muttered. Of course they wouldn’t make it easy. Of course they’d have to get one last session of abuse in before I’m free of them. “I take back every nice thing I said about you just now.”

“Too late,” Mirage said, smirking. “Oh, and we’ll obviously want to keep the children we’ve put in you. Both Ursula’s original triplets and the ones I added.”

Ariel ughed. “Fine, fine… Good things come to those who work for it, I suppose,” she muttered.

“So long as someone doesn’t come along and steal the good things from you anyway,” Mirage said, smirking.

“And you’d know all about snatching good things away, wouldn’t you?” Ariel taunted.

“Well, considering I devour souls and magic, have twisted the local heroes into fat, hedonistic parodies of themselves, and my real body is a glob of fat so vast my face is in a cavern and I have to take dumps into the void… yeah, I pretty much do,” Mirage said, she and Ursula cackling again.

“I seriously don’t see what the appeal is of all this fat,” Ariel said, grabbing at her blubber. “I mean, okay, not having to worry about staying in shape is appealing, but all this drag… I could feel it in the water when we were swimming earlier.”

“Mermaids are slender things,” Ursula said. “It’s disgusting, really.”

“Absolutely dreadful. An entire society of the sickly,” Mirage said. “The poor things must be cold, without any proper insulating blubber.”

“Oh yes, quite chilly. Its why I’ve put on so much,” Ursula said, patting her massive stomach.

“How clever of you!” Mirage said.

“Can you not?” Ariel ughed.

“Not what, dear?” Mirage and Ursula said in perfect unison.

Ariel just shook her head. She’d never get anywhere with them, she realized. “Never mind…” she muttered.

“Anyway,” Mirage said. “Back to the palace. With Mekanicles gone, we have a LOT to celebrate. And of course, there will be feasting.”

“Mmmhhm,” Ariel said. “How much of the population of Agrabah will be left after this?”

“Enough that the place will be full by the time my next desire for a ‘feast’ comes around,” Mirage said, quirking an eyebrow. “This won’t be the first time I’ve depopulated my home to feed my hunger. Those I want to keep I release from my belly and create a new body for. Those that I feel nothing for or detest get digested.”

Ursula smirked. “It should be interesting to see a true glutton eat,” she said.

“You should come to one of Maleficent’s feasts,” Mirage said. “SO many people. The population is erased for MILES around.” She licked her lips. “One of the rare times I’ve ever felt FULL since I became my current girth.”

Ursula grinned. “Oooh? Care to tell me more?”

“I would indeed,” Mirage said, sauntering off. “Let me tell you about the last feast I had with the old girl, and why Antarctica is now just an icy wasteland.”

“Now THAT sounds like a story!” Ursula said, grinning widely.

“Oh, that was a feast and a half. The fat asses of me, Maleficent, Ludmilla, and Madam Mim, got so warm that we left permanent ass prints in the mountains as we cleared out village after village. And the whole time, this insane, human-hating lunatic female gargoyle was helping us along, capturing stragglers for us to eat. She had the unoriginal name of ‘Demona.’”

“Ugh, seriously?” Ursula muttered. “Who gave her that reject of a name?”

“Some Scottish king,” Mirage said. “MacSomething or other. I don’t know, he’s some nobody. The type who’ll never be famous.”

Ursula shrugged. “Well, still… Tell me about the antics you got up to in that trip…”

Ariel just shook her head. And went back to bed. As Mirage regaled Ursula with a take of gustatory gluttony, she drifted off to sleep.

Ariel found herself inside a dreary old temple in the middle of a forest. The place smelled of blood and tears and machine oil, although Ariel didn’t recognize the last smell. She was human, and clad in the blue and black farmer’s dress she wore in… in HIS kingom…”

“What… What’s going on?” she said, calling out.

“Sshh!” came a voice she hadn’t heard in some time. She found her chubby form dragged downward, a sudden fear overtaking her as Eric shoved her into a hiding place, inside a house of a type she didn’t recognize. He clamped a hand over her mouth, a figure with a clawed glove, a dark green and dark red striped sweater, a fedora, and a hideously scarred face strode by, his eyes glowing with red light. As he passed, the fear faded, Ariel’s heart going back to normal.

“Damn it,” she said when Eric removed his hand from her mouth. “I have enough heart troubles nowadays…”

“I noticed… That sea witch did this to you, didn’t she?” Eric said. He grinned. “Nice to know you’ll look just as good when we’re old together.”

Ariel felt herself blushing. “You… You still want me?” she said. Honestly, she’d all but forgotten about him by then. To hear that he was still holding a torch for her after all this.

Eric nodded. “I’ve been studying the magic of this realm,” he said, gesturing to the tattoos carved on his arms. “The Entity’s realm… it defies time and space. There are people here who’ve been here longer than me who are from farther in the future.” He shook his head. “I’m taking a risk, calling you through dreams… I’m technically in a trial right now, and the one hunting me hunts through dream magic…”

Ariel shook her head. “I… I don’t see what I can do here,” she said. “I don’t even know if-”

“It’s all right,” Eric said, gently caressing her fat, aged face. “I’ll protect you. I just wanted to let you know I was working on finding a way out.”

A part of her should feel happy about that. Eric, the prince she had given up so much for, still wanted to be with her. Didn’t care that she was old and ugly. She should be overjoyed that the man she gave up everything for still wanted her.

But there was what he said. That he was ‘protecting’ her.

“...You say that like I can’t protect myself,” she said quietly.

Eric blinked, confused. “Ariel?” he asked.

Ariel’s eyes narrowed. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through since then? The tortures I’ve undergone? The heinous acts that I’ve committed?”

Eric stammered, wondering where this was coming from. “I… I’ve been through hell too, y’know! It’s not exactly pleasant here!” he said defensively.

The claw-handed killer left off his chase of another prey, hearing the argument start to escalate. Amusement crossed his horribly burned face as he approached their hiding place.

“I’m not saying you haven’t had troubles!” Ariel said. “I just don’t like the implication that I need ‘protection.’”

Eric shook his head. “You’re a Princess. I saw in the visions I had as I was learning magic, the life you led before the sea witch,” he said, smiling. “You’ve accomplished so much, I know. But now its time to let me take care of you. It’s the job of a Prince to protect a Princess.”

Ariel scowled. A part of her knew this was a petty feeling. That she should just accept the fact that he was being kind and wanted to be kind to her. But there was another part of her that was just flat out offended. All that she’d lived through. And now? She was on the verge of getting out of it. And all that had been proven was one simple thing.

She didn’t need a prince.

It wasn’t some ridiculous feminine liberation thing, it was the simple fact that she didn’t need any hunky hero to come save her. She’d lived through everything, and was now on the verge of going back to her kingdom a conqueror. She’d survived. She’d be her own woman from now on.

“I’m sorry, Eric, but its a little late for that,” Ariel said.

“W-What?” Eric stammered.

“I’m appreciative, really,” Ariel said. “But my dreams of being with a handsome human prince were just that… dreams. The dreams of a child, really. And I can hardly be called that anymore.”

“But…” Eric said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Ever since I’ve been here, you’ve been the one thing that’s kept me going. The beautiful woman that was by my side all throughout the sickness I suffered before I came here. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ariel!”

Ariel smiled sadly. She noticed the clawed man in the window of the house, leaning in and resting his head on his hand, watching with a playful expression on his mangled face. “I’m sorry, Eric,” she said. “I guess you could say I’ve outgrown you.” She nodded to the clawed man, who chuckled and went to the door of the house they were hiding in.

“Excuse me! Do you have Prince Eric in a can?” the clawed man asked.

Ariel felt her magic, the Entity that ruled this dream realm allowing her to use it again. “...Yes, actually,” she said, snapping her fingers. A large, metal trash can appeared on top of Eric, the frightened, confused prince staggering around and falling over.

The clawed man opened the door, curious at the sound, and laughed. “WELL! Better let the poor guy out then!” he said, roughly dragging Eric out of the house by his foot. “A pleasure, miss!” he said, tipping his fedora to Ariel.

“Ariel!” Eric screamed. “Don’t leave me, Ariel! Please! I love you! DON’T LEAVE ME! ARIEL!!!!”

Eric’s screams faded away as she felt herself floating in the fog, the Entity letting her go. She found herself resting on a platform in the starry sea of Morbia, a feeling of peace flowing through her.

“Well done,” Mirage said. “Rest. We’ll wake you once we get back to Agrabah.”

In the realm world, Ursula sensed Mirage speaking mind to mind with Ariel. “Hm?” she asked.

Mirage smirked. “Your dear girl has severed the last threads of her morality and abandoned the prince,” she said. “Now there’s nothing holding her heart back from truly embracing the way of the wicked.”

Ursula looked surprised at that. “The Prince reached out to her? Last I checked, those trapped the spider entity’s realm were just that – trapped,” she said.

“This Eric fellow has been a busy little bee,” Mirage said, explaining what she saw in the dream. Ursula chuckled.

“My my,” Ursula said. “Industrious. No wonder Ariel fell for him at first.”

Mirage nodded. “Still, best that door be closed definitively,” she said.

Ursula chuckled. “Thankfully, he saved us the trouble of doing it,” she said. “Tell me, my dear Mirage. Will you be fattening up before the feast?”

Mirage snickered. “Certainly not,” she said. “Its why I make these avatars. So I can experience the pleasure of glutting myself to immobility over and over again.”

Ursula placed a hand on her chest, sighing. “Ah, Mirage… You keep finding ways to make me fall for you… You’re a sick, twisted, hedonistic whore of a woman, and all the more beautiful for the darkness in your soul.”

Mirage blushed brightly. It had been a while since she had felt so flustered. “Ursula, I swear to you before the end of the following day, you will have enough kittens inside you to immobilize you by the time they’re ready to come out.”

Ursula smiled warmly. This was the beginning of a beautifully twisted relationship, she decided. “A delightful plan, my dear…”

Ariel awoke as she felt the lair land near Agrabah. She yawned, stretching, and went outside the sleeping area to find Ursula watching as Mirage worked her magic on the two soul eating swords they’d taken earlier in their adventures.

“There,” Mirage said. “Both blades should be safe to wield now. They can still devour souls, but they won’t try to influence their wielder. If you want, I can even combine them.”

Ursula nodded, impressed. “We’ll see how I feel later,” she said. “This is impressive enough as it is!” She looked over, and saw Ariel. “AH! Come, dear, come come! You’re just in time.”

“For what?” Ariel yawned.

Mirage smirked. “For a celebration,” she said.

And indeed, there were people gathering around the lair, cheering and singing songs. Sadira was hefting herself along on her sand couch, keeping the crowd from going out of control. Mirage, Ursula, and Ariel walked out of the lair to the applause of the crowd.

“People of Agrabah!” Mirage declared. “Today, all doors are open, and a feast is to be held! Let the Seven Sins guide your actions today, for Mekanicles the Pest has been defeated!”

The crowd cheered happily.

“Let our joyous cries ring out! Let food and drink be consumed en masse!” Mirage said. “Let us celebrate the names of Ursula and Ariel! And may the name Mekanicles be forgotten forever!”

The crowd cheered again. And because Mirage said it, it became true. Many were already starting to forget Mekanicles’ name and face, remembering only that a technician of some kind had come to challenge Mirage and was eventually defeated.

Ariel was one of the ones unaffected by the geass, as was Ursula. “...Incredible,” Ariel said softly. “All this in such a short time… Even with you probably informing them beforehand…”

“My kingdom is always ready to celebrate on short notice!” Mirage said, snapping her fingers, explosions of confetti bursting around her. “A side effect of consuming genies is that I gain their desire for festivities.”

“I’m not complaining,” Ursula said as they made their way into the city, claiming a goblet of wine from the trays being passed around.

“So eat, drink, and be lustful,” Mirage said. “We celebrate freedom from a longtime annoyance!”

“YAY TO NO MORE ANNOYING!” shouted some of the chubby children around Mirage. The catwoman laughed, gently ruffling the hair of the nearest one as she, Ursula, and Ariel made their way back to the palace.

As they made their way, they would occasionally stop to claim a drink or snack. Ariel didn’t protest this, as she was snacking too. She was crunching on a juicy apple as they finally reached the gates of the palace, with more partying people inside. Mirage licked her lips, and Ariel knew that these people who’d made their way to the palace were destined to be on the great, ravenous cat’s menu.

No, what was really fascinating was how easily Ursula and Mirage talked with others. They were brainwashed to loyalty, yes, but the goddess and the sorceress just talked so easily. It was humbling a little, to know that a princess like her had

...Ha. She hadn’t really thought of herself as a princess for quite some time. She knew nothing of statecraft. Although she supposed she could keep an advisor or two after she took over her father’s kingdom. A dark scowl crossed her face as she thought off her father, of the cruel way he’d destroyed her treasures. The bitterness of that betrayal had not faded. And in fact, it had gotten worse.

...She wondered if Mirage would protest if SHE ate someone first before the big cat.

Once Mirage entered the palace, the party REALLY began.

She snapped her fingers, and decorations started to appear all over the palace. Ropes of electrical lights spun themselves through the rafters. A multicolored floor appeared, pulsing in time to a hidden beat. Mirage spun into the floor as a glittering disco ball appeared on the ceiling. She began to do a dance that readers who’d seen Saturday Night Fever (or used a certain Fortnite emote) would recognize, shooting magic everywhere. Food tables appeared, along with drinks, kegs of booze, a DJ deck run by an astonishingly large black man, and various party favors that basically glorified Mirage, including masks, autographed t-shirts, action figures, posters, several games that involved hurting a comical version of Mekanicles, and a large ice sculpture in the shape of Ursula and Ariel’s real forms. Mirage leaped up and dropped into a split, and everyone’s clothing changed, becoming what most readers would consider modern. Jeans, t-shirts, mini-skirts, more colorful headscarves for the women that had them, goofy glasses, and whatnot. There was a ball pit full of plastic balls, and a diving pool. Two of them, actually. One was reserved for Jasmine, the great, heavy blob of a woman relaxing in the pool, a summer-themed wrap over her breasts. She wore a comically large straw hat and was sipping on a smoothie.

Ursula and Ariel just stared, Mirage actually looking sheepish. “A side effect of devouring genies is that I get their perception of time,” she said. “Most of this will become popular centuries from now. Electrical lights, this particular type of music… Really, its just me indulging myself in things I’ve come to like.”

Ursula chuckled. “No harm in that,” she said. “No harm at all.” She sauntered over to Mirage, and took her outstretched hand. “We’ve removed rather bothersome tick from your fur, so why not celebrate it?” She looked around. “Besides! This technology presents… Interesting possibilities…”

Mirage snickered, adjusting the jeans she wore. “Remind me to introduce you to the vibrator sometime,” she said.

Ursula grins. “Sounds lovely,” she said. “Ariel, dear. Will you be joining us?”

“...Eventually,” Ariel conceded. “You two look like you want to have fun on your own. I’m just going to explore. And raid any buffet table I find.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mirage said, the jeans and tank top wearing embodiment of evil calling out to the DJ, who nodded and began playing a song, the crowd dancing along. Ursula and Mirage ended up dominating the dance floor, practically making out with each other. Mirage, still slim for the moment, practically rubbed herself all over Ursula as she wiggled her hips for the crowd, shaking her booty and breasts happily. And all the while a song played with… oddly appropriate lyrics, in Ariel’s viewpoint.

“It only takes two lonely people

To fuck love up and make it evil

It only takes a drop of evil

To fuck up two beautiful people

L-O-V-E, L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E, E-V-O-L

L-O-V-E, do you love me?

L-O-V-E, love is evil.”

Ariel, wandering away from the two dancing villainesses, idly reflected on that. Lonely? She had been lonely at first. Had Ursula been lonely? She didn’t know, and couldn’t really say that she cared at this point. The love they shared… it was certainly an argument for love being evil. If it could even be called that.

“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker

Every kiss you give me, it makes me sicker

A day in the dark

A day in the cloud of gloom, yeah.”

Ariel scowled. Certainly, Ursula’s poison kisses made her ill. She HATED feeling the old hag’s lips on her own, especially when she was horny. She shook her head, sighing. She tuned out the rest of the song, and wandered over to the buffet table.

To Ariel’s delight, there was a wide variety of food there she hadn’t tried before. Perhaps some of it was from the far future that Mirage’s decorations were based off of? “What’s all this, then?” Ariel asked curiously.

A chubby, heavily bearded man that Ariel recognized as the apple salesman from earlier smiled. “I do not understand the names of some of them, but they are quite delicious,” he said, pointing out and describing the hamburgers, the hot dogs, the pizza, the chicken strips, the cookies, the corndogs, and the eggrolls.

“Well, might as well try some of these,” Ariel said, picking up a hamburger. “I’m not being charged for these, am I?”

The vendor shook his head. “No ma’am. Mirage takes her payment in other ways,” he said.

“...Ways that I shouldn’t be here for if I want to live,” Ariel realized.

“You said it, not me,” the vendor said casually. Ariel shook her head and took her first bite of the hamburger. Cheese, meat, grease, salt, a creamy sauce, and the tartness of pickles all combined to make her weep in joy at how good the burgers were.

“Oh…” Ariel said softly. “Oh my…”

The vendor chuckled. “Mirage’s magical foodstuffs,” he said. “They do satisfy.”

“They do,” Ariel said. “And I hate it.” She gobbled up her burger easily and started in on another one, more appearing in their place as she stuffed her face. The burgers were so GOOD, each one a mouthful of pure, utter flavor that sent her into rapturous bliss. She eagerly gobbled up the burgers, practically inhaling them, the heavily fat former mermaid chomping and chomping on all the delicious sandwiches she could get.

The vendor chuckled. He’d seen allies of Mirage get enamored to her food before. “Slow down, save some room for everything else!” he said.

Ariel blinked, and then blushed sheepishly. She ate the burger in her mouth, along with the two she held in her hands. “Do you have any recommendation?”

“I like the chicken strips, myself,” the vendor said, bringing up glass jars full of sauce and what looked like a creamy gravy in one. “You get to dip them in things. The gravy is my favorite, though.”

“Oooh…” Ariel said. She had never eaten chicken before. The ones the Huns had were kept for their eggs mostly. So seeing the breaded, fried versions of the beasts was rather fascinating. She leaned in to look at the strip she picked up, gently running the nails of her fattened fingers across the breading. “Hard, and yet soft…” She thoughtfully took a bite, feeling the satisfying crunch as she was launched into flavor heaven again. “MMMM!!” She tried the strips with all of the sauces, moaning as if in orgasm the whole time. While the vendor preferred the cream gravy, Ariel found that she liked the dijon mustard sauce the best. She ate about twenty strips before moving on to the hot dogs. They were amazing also, covered in chili sauce and shredded cheddar, along with coleslaw, a delightful mix of flavors crossing her tongue yet again. She stared at the vendor’s wares with amazement.

“Good siiiIIUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!!” Ariel belched, smacking her lips. “What are these ‘hot dogs’ made out of?”

“Mirage refuses to state. She says it would ‘kill the enjoyment,’” the vendor said.

Ariel pouted, but let it go for now. There were too many good things to eat now. She tried the tacos, figuring out how to hold them before taking a bite, getting crisp vegetables in addition to salty, greasy beef and creamy cheese sauce. She then tried the pizza, picking up a slice and sinking her teeth into it, moaning at the flavors of cheese, tomato sauce, and pepperoni mixing together. The cookies were delightfully sweet, filled with chocolate chips, crisp and buttery. The corndogs were certainly interesting, a hot dog surrounded by a savory cake dough of some kind. And the eggrolls were crisp, filled with delicious pork and vegetables.

The vendor watched as Ariel glutted herself, happily stuffing burgers, pizza slices, hot dogs, tacos, chicken strips, and eggrolls all into her mouth at once. She would mix and match, pour dipping sauces over everything. Ariel, like so many who’d tried Mirage’s strange superfood, had fallen in love with it, moaning as if she were having sex as she stuffed herself, crumbs and sauce building up onto her chins with each messy bite. The pinkish gray-haired witch apprentice was greatly enjoying herself, shoving more and more food into her ravenous mouth. Before the vendor’s amused, interested eyes, Ariel’s already massive belly began to slowly distend, extending out farther and sagging further down her body…

“BBBBBRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!”

“BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP!”

It was the double belch that got Ariel’s attention. She looked around for a moment, confused, and turned, seeing Ursula and Mirage having a drinking contest, each of them chugging a keg of beer. Ursula had given up first, the kegs bigger than Ursula’s whole torso. The sea witch was good, but even she had her limits.

The crowd was chanting for their Mistress as she drank down the last of her keg. Her belly had swollen out into a great, sloshy ball of flesh, her stomach rapidly becoming so big that it looked like she was several months overdue with a pregnancy, her tummy audibly sloshing.

Finally, Mirage polished off the keg, slamming the container down and turning it into a cloud of energy butterflies.

“Excellent work, MiraAAUUUUUUUUUURRRP!!” Ursula belched, patting her heavily distended tummy, her already massive gut now bigger and sloshier than before.

Mirage held up a hand, breathing slowly for a moment, her free hand on her belly, which was now bulging out tremendously. After a moment, she smirked, letting out a titanic belch which dwarf all three before. “BBBBBBWWWWWUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!” came the sound, Ursula shivering in visible lust from the belch.

“Well said!” Ursula laughed, clapping. Her cheeks were blushing, and she was clearly already drunk, wobbling back and forth on her tentacles.

“Easy work,” Mirage said confidently. She grabbed Ursula’s discarded keg, and chugged what was left in it, destroying the keg in a flash of light.

Ariel, still stuffing her face with a corn dog, watched around the room as people reacted to Ursula and Mirage’s antics. The DJ himself was heavily muscled and handsome, but it was clear from his stiff, robotic movements as he manned his station that he was a construct. The crowd themselves were slowly stripping down, happily glutting themselves from the various food tables, tummies getting wider, asses getting fatter, boobs getting bigger… It was a festival of hedonism. Aladdin, the chubby oaf, was dancing on the table nearest Jasmine’s pool, while Jasmine herself just bobbed her head to the beat, apparently enjoying her seemingly endless smoothie as she sucked on the long straw attached to the drink resting in her cleavage.

Ariel shook her head as Mirage and Ursula pretty much took control of the crowd. The two women were masters at celebration, Ursula shaking her flabby body, especially her hips, while Mirage did a bizarre, hip swinging dance that made her fat, flabby cheeks clap over and over again. It was patently silly to look at and she had no idea what to make of it.

The vendor took pity on her. “The Mistress’ celebrations can be a bit much if you’re new to them,” he said, putting several burgers, hot dogs, and the like into a large brown bag. “You are free to explore the city, if you like. Mirage will find you when she wants you.”

“UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” Ariel belched, smacking her lips. She rubbed her massive tummy, feeling the familiar ache of fullness as the massive amount of food she’d devoured settled in.

She could eat more. Besides, if the enchantment on the bag was the same as in the serving trays, then she wasn’t running out of things to eat anytime soon. She wandered off as Mirage started to take dance requests, grabbing Ursula around the shoulders and hugging her as she played up for the crowd, giving the sea witch a passionate kiss.

Ariel privately wished them well. She was too tired to feel proper hatred for them right now. She drifted off, wandering the castle, stuffing burgers, hot dogs, and chicken tenders into her mouth over and over again as she reached into the bag, not stopping for a moment as she looked through all the various rooms, filled with gold and plush furniture, and other such finery. She admired it for its aesthetic value, but didn’t really have much patience for it otherwise.

She eventually lost herself in her food, walking around while mindlessly chomping on the contents of her bag, which never ran out as she aimlessly drifted towards a dark hallway, a content look on her face. She was privately glad she wasn’t attending the party. She didn’t really have much taste for them anymore.

“Excuse me,” came a harsh voice, startling Ariel out of her food haze. The pale-skinned redhead turned, seeing a great hulk of a man standing there, the only man in the kingdom who wasn’t ridiculously fat. “You’re not allowed in this part of the castle.”

Ariel hiccuped and belched. “BBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRP!” She rubbed her massive gut, which sagged down heavily from her waist, and gave the massive man an appraising look. Handsome, she supposed. He had a long beard and thick mustache, and had a perpetually tired expression on his face. “I don’t suppose that saying that I’m one of Mirage’s guests would matter?” she tried.

“No,” the man said. “It would not. These areas are reserved for Mirage’s experiments. And she is not ready to share them with anyone.”

“Ah,” Ariel said. “It seems that Ursula is not the only one who likes to experiment with magic, then.” She ate another burger, feeling her aching stomach swell out ever so slightly. “I am Ariel. Formerly of the Undersea Kingdom of Atlantica, but I intend to change the ‘formerly’ not long from now. And you are?”

“Razoul,” the guardsman said, sighing. “I was once captain of the guard. But for my defiance I was punished by not becoming subject to Mirage’s brainwashing. Oh, I have free reign of the city while on duty, but while working, I am protecting small out of the way places that mean nothing, that have no importance.”

Ariel scoffed. “A waste,” she said, looking the buff guard over. “Someone of your talents would be most useful in… other ways.”

Razoul shook his head. “The worst part of my job? I do not know if I am a clone or not of the original Razoul. No one will tell me anything. Jasmine just laughs at me and Aladdin just does that pathetic ‘naughty naughty’ gesture.

“Oooh, I hate when Ursula does that to me,” Ariel said, shaking her head in sympathy. She then offered Razoul a hamburger, which he accepted. “You want to get out of the castle for a while?

“…I suppose that’d be okay,” Razoul said. “It’s not like I have anything important to do.”:

Ariel chuckled. “Where can you recommend?” she said.

“I know of a brothel in town,” Razoul said. “Most have to pay for the services of the women there, but I do not. More of Mirage’s ‘kindness.’”

“Bread and circuses to distract you from your plight,” Ariel nodded.

“Indeed,” Razoul said, glaring at the sound of the music. “A circus is perfect for what this kingdom has become.”

Ariel smiled a little. “Tell me about it?” she asked, munching on a hot dog.

“Why do you care? You’re clearly one of her comrades,” Razoul said, frowning at her.

“Not by choice,” Ariel said, explaining her story. Razoul’s face softened as she said it.

“Hnh…” Razoul said. “...You’ve been through a lot. And you intend to conquer your old home once you get back?”

“A part of me is still bitter about what my father did to me,” Ariel said after a moment’s though. “But mostly? I just want to feel some kind of control over my life.”

Razoul nodded. “You’ve more options than I,” he said. “Come.” The two of them strode off, Razoul stroking his beard as he sheathed his scimitar. “...Honestly, I didn’t think much of Aladdin at first. He was a street rat, a thief. I didn’t hold that against him too badly, life was hard for those in the city at times. But still, a crime is a crime.”

“Hunger is a greater crime,” Ariel said.

“True. But our sultan was not malicious,” Razoul said. “Merely misinformed of the status of our people by the vizier.” He shook his head. “And THAT bastard is a story in and of himself…” He told his perspective on Aladdin’s adventures, of how the boy rose from being a street rat and a brute to someone that Razoul would be happy to bow to.”

“And then… there was the final mission against Mirage,” Razoul said bitterly.

“We were shown that,” Ariel said softly, between bites of food. “Horrible. Horrible.”

“I have seen too many allies disappear into her great hills of blubber and shat out into the void,” Razoul said. “I do not know why she does not put me under the spell of lust and love that has taken Princess Jasmine and Aladdin. But I live on. I remember what was. For as long as it lasts, anyway…”

Ariel did feel sorry for the man. Even if she was planning on using him for sex and food later. She didn’t feel any disapproval from Mirage, who’s presence could be felt throughout the city, so she assumed she would get away with it.

“Anyway,” Razoul said. “Here we are.”

The building was a well-kept one. Smaller than the palace, but still with plenty of room for fun. Razoul entered through the beaded curtain, Ariel following her. “Ladies!” Razoul said, grinning. “Where are my kittens at?”

Kittens? Ariel thought, confused.

There was a purring from the shadows, and several feline woman of various species, all of them with golden eyes like Mirage, sauntered into view. Each one of them was barely clad in loincloth and top, wearing veils to obscure their muzzles and make them look more mysterious. And every last one of them was plump-bellied, heavy breasted, and fat assed. “...Interesting,” Ariel said softly. “I figured that Mirage would make it so that she was the only cat in the city.”

“Mirage demands tribute. So she turned the girls of this brothel into living temples. Those that pleasure these fine ladies in turn pleasure her,” Razoul said, putting an arm around two of the catgirls as they sidled up to him.

Ariel chuckled as one of the catgirls sniffed at her bag. She fed the feline a chicken strip. “And you’ve brought me here to worship?” she said.

“I brought you here because you looked like you needed a good solid fucking that didn’t come from that sea witch,” Razoul said, quirking an eyebrow. “The worshiping is incidentally and sadly unavoidable.”

Ariel smirked a little. “I suppose that would be nice,” she said. “Even I get tired of fish smell all the time. Especially octopus smell…” The brothel girls all giggled. Razoul took the two that sidled up to him off to one of the rooms, while Ariel looked at those who remained. “So… do any of you have names, or did Mirage eat them when she altered your bodies.”

“The second one,” a red-furred catgirl said, purring in amusement.

“We were judged not to need them,” a calico-furred catgirl said, caressing one of her plump, heavy breasts.

“We are merely to bring pleasure and delight to those who come into this brothel, no matter who they are,” said a black-furred catgirl.

“And we are more than prepared to pleasure you,” said a yellow-orange furred catgirl.

Ariel started to say something, but the calico catgirl had moved behind her and started to massage her shoulders. Ariel almost melted under her touch, groan-belching in pleasure. “OoooRRRRP!!! That feels so damn good…”

The catgirls guided Ariel over to a large pile of pillows. “Relax,” said the red-furred catgirl.

The black-furred catgirl gently took the bag from Ariel’s hands and started to feed her from it. “Let us take care of you.”

“Tonight,” the yellow orange catgirl said, “you are the Mistress. And we will bring you pleasures you have long missed.”

Ariel grinned as she accepted the hamburger being held out for her. Coming to Agrabah had been a good idea after all. “Tell me,” Ariel said. “If I were to hurt you, or even kill you, would that hurt Mirage in any way?”

“You are not the first to ask that,” the red-furred catgirl asked, purred as she stroked and massaged Ariel’s tightly packed belly. “And no. You would not.”

“Razoul, in the first days of the takeover, would strangle us or stab us to death,” the calico catgirl said, continuing her shoulder massage. “And of course, we would come back.”

“Our goddess does not give up her toys until she is done with them. And she is not done with us,” the black-furred catgirl said, guiding a taco into Ariel’s mouth.

Ariel crunched up the taco, licking her lips. “Hnh,” she said softly. “You are quite useful, aren’t you?” She chuckled. “And you don’t mind that I’m a withered old lady?”

“We can see that you are young at heart,” the yellow-orange catgirl said, playing a soft, relaxing melody on a sitar. “A fair maiden simply in the wrong body.”

“A joke,” Ariel said. “I am far from a maiden anymore. On multiple levels.” She looked down at the red catgirl. “You there. Lift my gut up if you can. See what lurks between my legs.”

The red catgirl nodded. Due to the magic inherent in her body, she was as strong as she needed to be, easily hefting up Ariel’s great, overstuffed glob of a stomach. The eldery mermaid was clad simply, in a blue wrap-around top and a teal dress the same color as her tail. The dress was lifted up too, and the red catgirl mewled in surprise.

“Ah. You are both man AND woman?” she asked.

“In a sense,” Ariel said. “My mentor, Ursula, is also my captor. Although at this point I think I’ve gained some sort of twisted affection for her. Stockholm Syndrome, whatever that means…” She shook her head. “And I used to be younger than her, too. Until she changed me into this fat, old thing…” She thought about it. “Well, that’s not entirely fair. The fat part I came into on my own.”

“It makes you look distinguished,” the calico catgirl purred, gently licking Ariel’s cheek affectionately.

Ariel blushed. She liked these kitties. “You’re certainly affectionate,” she said.

“...Permission to be honest?” the calico asked.

“Feel free,” Ariel said. “I’m beyond offense at this point.”

“You smell like fish,” the calico said, blushing. “I know its a stereotype, but cats and fish… You know how it is…”

“I do not,” Ariel said. “You lot and Mirage are the first cats I’ve ever encountered. I think.” She sighs. “Everything blended together. We were always on the damn move, and always she would violate me or eat me, or do something to drive me insane…” She closed her eyes. “And yet, I was never alone…” She chuckled weakly. “And now? Now I’m going to be alone…”

“Mistress?” the red catgirl asked.

Ariel ate a chicken strip, and began chuckling, one hand rubbing her temple. “It’s so stupid… I just realized… After all this time together, all this time treating me like a treasure she refused to let go of no matter how much I begged, she’s going to just toss me aside for a fling with your goddess!” She shook her head.

The catgirls all cuddled up with Ariel. The brothel girls they used to be all were trained in making a client feel good. When they were transformed into these renewable felines, they became fully agreeable sycophants, always saying comforting things even if it contradicted something they said before. All that mattered to them was the pleasure of the clients. “Let it all out,” the black catgirl encouraged. “We are here for you.”

The heavyset mermaid shivered, laughing madly as she realized her situation. “I’ve literally ruined myself for this woman. I’ve struggled so long to seek a way of getting freedom, of growing strong enough to defeat this harridan. And yet now? When I finally have my freedom? I feel… abandoned…” She looked at the group of catwomen. “Does… does that make any kind of sense? TO feel this way? She once needed me, and now I am thrown by the wayside…” She sat forward, startling the catgirl that had been massaging her shoulders. “I feel… offended!” She looked around.

“Offended, Mistress?” the yellow-orange catgirl asked, curious.

“I have become what she wanted me to be! Corrupt! A witch! Someone with the will to conquer! What does she do, then? Abandon me for something bigger and ‘better!’” She grabbed the minstrel by the neck, squeezing hard. The yellow-orange catgirl gagged, feeling her neck being crushed by the mermaid witch’s powerful grip. “She thinks she can just abandon me like that? And for what?! A goddess who will use her like she used me?! Use her up?! Twist her from the inside out? ALL BEFORE I CAN DO IT AND GET REVENGE ON THE FAT OLD HARRIDAN!?”

Ariel ended up squeezing so hard that her hand actually closed, crushing the catgirl’s throat and decapitating her. The yellow-orange catgirl’s head popped off, blood spraying all over Ariel and the other catgirls, who didn’t even flinch at it, they just watched impassively. Getting splattered with the catgirl’s hot blood brought her back to her senses. “...Sorry,” she said, blushing a little.

“It’s fine,” the calico catgirl said. “It’s not the worst thing that’s happened to one of us.”

“Give her a few moments, she’ll be okay,” the red catgirl said, purring as she squeezed and fondled Ariel’s belly, licking at the blood that had spilled over it.

“Truly renewable,” Ariel marveled. She felt silly about losing control like that. More annoyed with herself than anything else, she sighed. “...I’m sorry for my outburst.”

“We are meant for pleasure, silly!” the calico catgirl said, gently bopping Ariel and licking at the blood on her face. “If strangling our sister made you happy, then so be it!”

“Is there anything you don’t approve of?” Ariel asked, amused despite all this. “You have my permission to give your actual opinion.”

The catgirls had to actually think about that. It’d been so long that they’d been asked about what they wanted that they didn’t realize they HAD wants anymore. Finally, the black catgirl came up with something. “...Getting blood out of the silk sheets is annoying,” she said.

Ariel laughed. “Yes, yes, I suppose I can see that,” she said. The black catgirl poured some wine for her. Ariel eagerly sipped the fruity drink. “...Fuck it. I don’t need her if she doesn’t need me. Might as well use Mirage’s treasures while I’m here. Hand me that severed head.”

“Of course,” the red catgirl said. She picked up the severed, still bleeding head, and handed it to Ariel, who immediately surprised the catgirls by shoving it into her mouth whole and crunching it up like it was no more than a chocolate candy, blood leaking down her cheeks.”

“Impressive,” the black catgirl said. “Its rare that we meet someone who can eat us.”

“Ah, but you all look delectable,” Ariel cooed, grinning viciously, overemphasizing her ‘old lady’ voice. “Come then, give Granny Ariel some pleasure. I’ll only been in town for a short while, and I could use something nice.”

The red catgirl grinned, and gave Ariel’s belly a squeeze, eliciting a belch from the heavyset old woman. “BRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!” Ariel belched shamelessly. “Oh dear… I’m sorry, kitties, I’m just so old, all sorts of bad smells come off of me…”

The calico smiled. “None of what we’ve smelled has been that bad so far,” she said. “And that’s not just appeasement, we’re telling the truth.” The various catgirls nodded.

FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTT

“How about that?” Ariel said.

“Still not the worst,” the calico purred, amused.

“...Feeling inadequate again. How was that not that bad?” Ariel said.

The black catgirl cheekily ate one of the pizza slices. “We’ve serviced Mirage’s true form.”

“…” Ariel threw her head back and laughed. “Well, I can’t compete with that!” To her annoyance, but there was literally nothing she could do about it. “All right, girls! Make this stinky old fat lady feel good!”

The black catgirl grinned, setting aside the bag and taking over bellyrub duties. She pressed her hands deep into the fat, heavy mass of the former mermaid’s belly, the calico leaniing into give Ariel a deep, passionate kiss. As for the red catgirl? She crawled under Ariel’s massive belly, and began to suckle and slurp at the old witch’s cock.

Ariel felt her aged heart racing as the red catgirl started to pleasure her, shuddering in delight as she was made love to. She licked her lips lustfully, savoring the feel of those feline lips and rough tongue on her manhood, the red catgirl adding to the pleasure by reaching behind her rather substantial balls and pleasuring her womanhood with her fingers, sending her bloated body aquiver with desire. She panted heavily, moaning into the mouth of the calico catgirl as her rough, feline tongue danced in her mouth, her tender hands gently caressing her bloated, heavy breasts and face.

The black catgirl rested her head on Ariel’s belly, squeezing and fondling the titanic mass as it glorped and gurgled and sloshed over all the food she had eaten. The black catgirl smiled as she felt a particularly large wad of food go into Ariel’s intestines, getting absorbed into her thick, heavy fat. She kissed the heavy, heaving belly of the mermaid and continued her massage.

The red catgirl purred softly, leaning forward to take Ariel’s cock into her throat, letting the vibrations of her purring rumble around the thick, heavy member as she thrust her fingers in and out of the mermaid’s pussy. That pleasant fish smell got even stronger as Ariel’s fluids poured out over the fingers of the red catgirl, who was enjoying the taste of Ariel’s manhood, savoring the mix of old people and fat people stinks watching over her. She’d lost the capacity for negative emotion when she was changed, simply savoring whatever came her way.

“Ooooh,” Ariel cooed. “You’re all so good to this fat, stinky old lady. Especially you, little red. Slurping over my smelly ol’ cock…” She cackled, an old witch’s cackle. “Honestly, if I weren’t so fat, you’d see fully how old I am! Blubber really smooths out the wrinkles.

“That it does,” the calico lied. She could still tell how aged her client was, her flab having wrinkles at various points around her body. But that was fine. She didn’t mind at all. She didn’t mind anything, so long as her client was satisfied.

Ariel grinned, and pulled the calico into a passionate kiss, tongue slathering the inside of the (technically) younger woman’s mouth. She really was a delicious thing, wasn’t she?

A glowing caught her attention, and as she made out with the others, shivering as the red cat hit a rather sensitive spot in her slurping of her manhood, she glanced over in the direction of the yellow-orange cat. In a flash, the yellow-orange cat’s head reappeared, her neck undamaged. She sat up, gasping, the black catgirl waving pleasantly to her. The yellow-orange catgirl coughed a few times, composed herself, and pulled over her sitar and began to play again.

Intriguing, Ariel thought, putting a hand on the calico catgirl’s head… and pushing it into her mouth. The soft fur of the catgirl was actually delicious, the spell to make her satisfying making her flavor satisfying as Ariel started to eat her. She was a chubby thing, soft all over, like all of the catgirls, and slid easily down Ariel’s throat, not resisting in the slightest as her shoulders were engulfed by the greedy mermaid witch. Ariel moaned in delight at her meal, grabbing the ass of the catgirl and pushing it further into her belly, which began to distend as more of the cat was devoured.

In the meantime, below her crotch, she had another idea, casting her magic downward. As the red catgirl pressed her tongue into Ariel’s cockslit, she found herself suddenly pulled forward, her chubby face suddenly getting buried in her client’s cockhead.

Oh! The redhead thought, realizing what was happening. Well this hasn’t happened in a while. She just let the cock do its work, the cock’s ‘maw’ spreading over her head and starting to slide down her plump body, which made a massive bulge in Ariel’s manhood. She purred happily, letting the vibrations ripple out around her, feeling the cock quivering in pleasure as it sucked her up.

Ariel shivered as she swallowed up the two catgirls. She felt incredibly powerful, knowing that they were being swallowed up into her and becoming a part of her body (even if they would respawn). She could appreciate why Ursula enjoyed it after all this time, the mermaid witch greatly enjoying herself. She felt stuffed in all the right ways,, moaning happily.

The black catgirl was practically riding Ariel’s belly, pressing her tongue deep within the massively fat woman’s navel. She loved to feel a client’s body grow fatter and fatter, especially if it was off of the flesh of her sisters. She delved her tongue deep inside the mermaid’s gut, probing and probing… until Ariel got another idea and started pulling the black catgirl into her navel. Since her ass was rather cushioned right now and she didn’t feel like getting up, she began to suck the black catgirl in directly through her navel and into her stomach. A time saver!

Which was not to say that she wasn’t enjoying the wriggling, squirming only for effect. A rather pleasant effect, her stomach opening easily to accept the calico catgirl’s body. She gulped and gulped, Ariel slurping over the willing catgirl’s breasts, savoring their creamy, milk-flavored sweetness before swallowing them down and sending them on their way with the rest of her. The calico lifted herself upright, making it easier for the mermaid witch to swallow her. What service, Ariel said. She’d leave a fine review for this establishment.

Meanwhile, her cock was quivering with growing need as the shoulders and ample, chubby chest of the red catgirl slid further and further into her manhood, her balls starting to swell out as the red catgirl’s head entered into them. Ariel let out a food muffled moan, savoring the fullness of her body as she took in the three catgirls.

The black catgirl had to admit this was a new one, at least to her. She’d never been taken into a hungrier client through the bellybutton, before. At least it was nice and soft inside, feeling all of Ariel’s thick, globular bellyflesh pressing in around her. She shivered softly, feeling a warmth on her head as she started to emerge into Ariel’s belly, more and more of her getting smothered by thick, plush bellyfat.

Ariel admitted that she looked rather silly at this point. With a pair of legs sticking out of her comically overstretched jaw, the tasty, chubby breasts of the calico bulging out her throat and chest as she started to empty out into her belly, another pair of legs getting sucked up directly into her stomach through her navel, and a pair of legs disappearing underneath her belly as her cock sucked up a third catgirl. Her stomach, already filled with a wet morass of digesting food, gurgled in anticipation despite how overstretched it was.

The calico catgirl found her head pressed into gloopy, half-digested slime that stank of meat and sauces. Which STILL wasn’t the most unpleasant smell she’d ever had to deal with. She felt a living head press up against hers, and the two catgirls arranged it so that their lips would meet the more of their bodies that were swallowed. As they were devoured, Ariel’s belly grew larger and larger, spreading more and more forward as the black catgirl was sucked fully into her belly, emptying out into her guts.

The black catgirl shivered softly as she was dumped fully and unceremoniously into the reeking mass of digested food, her magically altered body not noticing the acids as they slorped all around her, starting to melt her fur off. She smiled up at the calico catgirl as more and more of her slid into Ariel’s belly, the chubby feline grabbing her calico counterpart and starting to happily make out with her, the calico reciprocating. After all, they were satisfying their Mistress. Why shouldn’t they have a little indulgence before being digested?

The red catgirl was having a similarly good time, fingering herself as more and more of her was pulled into Ariel’s ballsac. By now, it had sagged down to the floor, the red catgirl getting buried in a heavy, gloopy amount of cum that was building up. She shuddered in delight, nuzzling those testicular walls, sending a shiver of pleasure through Ariel as her legs started to disappear into Ariel’s ridiculously overstretched manhood.

Ariel shivered as she finished slurping up her prey. The red catgirl’s legs had already disappeared underneath the swelling mass of her belly, the black catgirl inside of it helping her pull the calico in. She slurped up the legs of the calico catgirl, her belly swelling out to her ankles as she lay on the massive couch, her gut sloshing around as the two cats arranged themselves in a six-nine position. She shivered as she felt the red catgirl get fully sucked up into her manhood, her balls bulging out to a ridiculous level as she felt her prey curl up inside of them. Already, her magically altered nuts were starting to melt down the red catgirl, turning her into a massive load of jizz, even as her heavy, titanic stomach churned and sloshed against the two catgirls currently making love inside of her.

“BBBBBAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!” Ariel panted, spreading her legs wide. Her massive gut sloshed and slorped heavily as it digested the catgirls, her balls making loud gurgling noises as the red catgirl was reduced to baby batter. She shivered in lust, clutching at her heavily fattened chest from the exertion as she slowly caught her breath. “Whew… Whew… Okay… That was… UUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!”

The yellow-orange catgirl purred, stopping her playing and clapping her hands. “That was lovely, Mistress! Quite the effective consumption!”

“Mmmmph…” Ariel panted. “Gonna need to unload my balls soon…” she said. She was SO glad she’d figured out this spell. “Tell me something – can you cats have kittens?”

“If you want me too, yes,” the yellow-orange cat said. “Our magic makes us designed for satisfaction. Do you want my pregnancy to be quick, so I can feed you your own baby? Or shall my pregnancy progress at a normal rate and I raise my baby as a servant of Mirage?”

Ariel had to think about that one. Certainly, there was a sadistic pleasure in the idea of eating one’s newborn child. But part of her wanted to let the child grow, let it be a reminder to Ursula that she had been there. Granted, Ursula could just eat the child herself, but still. The thought counted, at least to Ariel.

“...No need to rush it,” Ariel said, relaxing back and patting her massively overstuffed belly. “But I would like to get this load INTO someone before I waste it. I feel damn good right now…”

The yellow-orange catgirl grinned, setting her sitar aside. She backed up underneath Ariel until she felt the tip of her cock. She reached back and pressed it against her tight, dripping wet snatch, and thrust her plump body backwards. “OOOH YESSS…” Ariel moaned, shuddering as the yellow-orange catgirl started to thrust her hips back and forth, a wet slorping coming from underneath her as she made love to the catgirl. (Well, the catgirl was doing most of the work, Ariel just sitting their and digesting as she was serviced.)

The catgirl herself just groaned in pleasure. She needed no thoughts or desires other than this, her body distending with each thrust of Ariel’s fat cock. She mewled and moaned and writhed, savoring the feelings going through her snatch. The fat load that used to be her comrade sloshed around in the heavy, heaving balls she kept slamming her hips against. She wanted that load inside her so desperately. Come home, sister, she thought absently, the silly, lustful thought keeping her going as she thrust and thrust and thrust, her own orgasm building up.

“Such a good kitty,” Ariel moaned, feeling her climax building up quickly. The two catgirls in her belly were already starting to melt into each other, her powerful digestion stripping them of flesh and starting to melt their bones. She shuddered in bliss, absolutely loving the feeling of such a tight pussy around her cock. She wondered if Ursula had ever just lounged like this, hedonistically savoring a plump belly while Ariel lustfully slammed her hips against her, doing all the work while she got all the pleasure. She hoped so. This was an amazing feeling, one that left her in complete, utter happiness. “That’s right…” she said, squeezing and fondling her own thick, heavy flab. “Make a stinky old lady feel good.”

Indeed, the yellow-orange catgirl was covered in stink. The sweat of exertion from both of them, the musky smell of cock, the slightly rotting scent of old lady mixed with the natural smell of obesity. And it was STILL pleasant to her compared to the worst times she’d had. She thrust and thrust, feeling precum start to flow, Ariel’s balls sloshing heavily with the movement of the catgirl’s hips. She could feel that all of her sisters were dead, reduced the gloop and glop for Ariel to absorb easily. She knew that her head was part of the meat that had been digested, the revived catgirl letting out a low, lustful mewl of pleasure.

Finally, it was too much for either Ariel nor her feline lover. Ariel let out a gurgling moan of delight, leaning her head back against the pillows of the couch and belching heavily as her heavy, sloshy gut gurgled and churned about its massive meals.

“BBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!”

At the same time, the catgirl let out a mewl of delight as she came, her cunt squeezing Ariel’s cock as the mermaid witch unloaded the MASSIVE load made of her comrade into her womb. So intense, so massive was the flow, that her stomach bulged out greatly, cum spilling out her anus, nose, and mouth from how huge she was bloated. She felt herself swell out to the size of a woman three months late with quintuplets, her belly a great, stretched round dome as her pussy milked all of her friend’s cum-transformed body out into her. She collapsed in bliss, content to feel Ariel’s weight above her as she recovered from such a powerful orgasm.

Ariel sighed, slowly making her breathing go back to normal as she relaxed. Her aged heart started to slow to a normal rate, the pain in her chest going away. “Mmmm… Lovely,” Ariel said. “I give this place full marks for satisfaction. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOARRRRRRRRRP!”

And back at the party, Mirage, who had sensed all this happening, laughed merrily as her ‘temples’ were digested. They’d be back, certainly, but it was still fun to see.

“You’ve raised your apprentice well, Ursula,” Mirage said. “Have no worries about how well she’ll do once we send her out on her own.”

Ursula cackled. “I never did,” she said. “She’s got a delightful hatred burning inside her. It will carry her FAR!” Ursula, in her (mostly) human form, wobbled about. While still sporting her gray skin and her natural appearance (barring tentacles) otherwise, she shook her massive gut around, having gorged herself the entire time Ariel was out having fun. She shook a pair of corn dogs like maracas as her great, heavy gut, drooping down to her knees and out far enough to fit a whole person inside, sloshed and wobbled about. Her thick, jiggly thighs were massive trunks of flesh that jostled and wobbled with every stomping dance move. Her thick, heavy ass cheeks, so huge after the feasting she’d done they went down her thighs and wide enough for a couple children to use as chairs, bounced and flounced, deep, heavy claps coming from her ass cheeks as she swung her booty back and forth, wide hips sloshing back and forth so heavily that they threatened to knock over anyone nearby. Like Mirage, she’d taken on a rather revealing outfit thanks to the catgirl’s powerful magic, her massive gray booty clad in a pair black leather shorts that tapered off into ‘tentacles’ at the legs. She also wore a black tube top which emphasized her mammoth medicine ball breasts.

Mirage herself was still clad in jean shorts and a blood red tank top, her heavy breasts bouncing freely as she shook her beer-bloated beach ball of a belly around playfully. She laughed merrily at all the chaos around her, people dancing and feasting and fucking as the orgy went on and on. The catgirl’s own hair was bound in a loose ponytail, no crown on her head as she shook her plump, heavy booty for the cheering crowd, all of them appreciative of her sensual movements.

And Mirage adored their praise. Really. She did. The same, vapid praises, day in and day out. Everyone praising her name, doing what she said without question.

It was wonderful. A good life.

Really.

…

Damn it.

Mirage sighed softly, her movements slowing as she pulled her jeans out of her ass crack. She looked around the room full of servants and slaves and sycophants, and sauntered off. No one questioned her as she left, of course. Why would they? Mirage moved in mysterious ways. She had her reasons for leaving the party, the obese kitty trotting off, no one paying her any mind.

No one save Ursula. Curious, the sea witch polished off her corn dog maracas in a single bite. She slurped the batter-covered dogs off of their sticks, tossing them into a trash can with expert aim, the drunken revelers cheering the minor feat. Ursula smirked at the praise, her chubby cheeks bulging as she ate the corn dogs, but she kept her focus on Mirage as her fellow fatty wandered out to a balcony, staring up into the stars.

“Y’know,” Ursula said, belching a little as she leaned over the reinforced railing with Mirage, both of their boobs hanging down over the rails. “BBBBBBUUAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRP! Excuse me… I always kind of wondered… Do you see two sets of visions at once? Or just whatever you’re projecting through avatars like this.”

Mirage chuckled. “I’m effectively blind in my true form, so great has my flab grown. Were it not for my magic, my forehead would have gotten fat too, and my face would have been sealed shut by my own blubber,” she said. “So yes – I need my avatars and magic to see. I do not have regrets about my gain, of course. But…” She sighed.

Ursula frowned a little. She wasn’t good at this ‘empathy’ thing. But she was legitimately fond of Mirage. “...Anything wrong?”

Mirage shook her head. “...I’m bored,” she said. “I’m bored of my life here.”

Ursula looked around in confusion. “You have everything. A kingdom, servants, a growing empire…” she said.

“And no challenge!” Mirage said. She sighed, flopping over. “It’s not FUN anymore. Being puppy-punting, kitten-stomping, baby-eatingly evil has lost its flavor for me… Conquest, torture, wickedness… It’s become mundane. Unfulfilling!” She stared up into the stars. “Did you know I’ve taken up gardening?”

Ursula blinked. “Wait, you!?” she said. “Aren’t you like the embodiment of corruption?!”

“Indeed. But that doesn’t affect the land around me,” Mirage said. “Especially if I use my own waste to fertilize it.” She conjured up a tomato. “Here. Try it.”

Ursula hesitated, accepting the tomato. “Um…”

Mirage snickered. “They aren’t poisonous. This isn’t a deadly nightshade,” she said. “It’s called a tomato. The pizzas you were eating earlier used them for a sauce.”

Ursula, curious now, took the fruit and rubbed it against her boobs briefly before taking a big bite of it. Juices ran down her chins as she licked her lips. “Fresh! Very nice,” she said, eating the tomato like an apple.

Mirage nodded. “I made that. I grew that with my own hands,” she said. “And while I’m proud of my little garden, of the fact that I can create as well as I destroy, it’s not enough. I’m at a loss, Ursula!” she said. “Tormenting these sycophants, these… these DOLLS… It’s no fun anymore… They don’t fight back… I want something DIFFERENT, Ursula.”

Ursula fidgeted. She cast a spell on the strips of leather that formed the ‘tentacles’ of her shorts, which extended out and reached back into the party, grabbing some more corn dogs for her. Mirage snickered as Ursula began eating again, chomping up corndogs as she stood alongside the wicked Evil Incarnate. She stared out into the night sky with her, eating as easily as she breathed, adding to the great morass of food she’d already stuffed into her stomach while eating earlier tonight. “…The sky truly is beautiful tonight.”

“It rains in Agrabah only when I will it. Once a week, like clockwork,” Mirage said. “Keeps things drying out and whatnot.” She nodded, sighing up into the night sky. “Truly, it is beautiful, though. The stars in the mortal realm feel gentler than the ones in Morbia.”

“...When was the last time you’ve actually seen the stars in Morbia with your own eyes?” Ursula teased, Mirage cackling.

“A fair point, a fair point,” the feline woman said. “But what I said stands. The stars feel gentler on this side of things…”

Ursula thought about Ariel. About how she longed for romance and love. About how willing she was to go to her to possibly win the love of a man she’d never met. (Granted, it took her father bullying her to push her in the right direction, but still.) She thought about her own feelings for Ariel, and how different they were than her feelings for Mirage. “...Have you ever thought about falling in love?” she asked, chomping a corn dog.

Mirage blinked. “Love?” she said softly. “...I think I was in love once. Ages ago. There was a man with one eye…” She hesitated. “...Shadows and flames, I can’t even remember his name anymore. I think he may have been my first devoured soul after I defeated Aladdin once and for all…” She frowned a little. “No, I… I do not not remember the feeling. I have disdained it for so long… And yet I cannot deny the strength it holds…”

Ursula looked curious. “It sounds like there’s a bit of a story behind that,” she said.

Mirage mused for a moment. “...One thing I have always found reliable about humans is their innate superficiality. A fixation on beauty and youth. While Jasmine was in the marketplace one day, I disguised myself as a shopkeeper and sold her a potion that I told her was meant to preserve her good looks. But in truth, it began turning her into a lamia. A predatory serpent.” She quirked an eyebrow at Ursula. “Basically a land eel.”

Ursula rolled her eyes, amused. “I am not unfamiliar with the names of beasts and brutes that live upon the surface world,” she said.

Mirage chuckled, continuing. “I had thought Aladdin would reject her for becoming so hideous a creature. And yet he held out hope for her. Especially after the Genie guided them to magical fruits that could break curses like the one I put on Jasmine. But I thought that Aladdin’s love hinged on that hope of curing her, of getting back his beautiful lover. So I attacked and destroyed the tree itself. Jasmine tried to leave to be alone, even attacking her friends when they tried to comfort her. But Aladdin then poured the transformative potion I used on Jasmine on himself! He started to become a naga! I just…” She shook her head. “I don’t GET IT.”

Ursula looked thoughtful. Obviously, they were able to becoming human again, so I’m guessing someone restored the tree, Ursula noted. “Love is binding,” she said. “True love especially. It sounds like that’s what Aladdin and Jasmine have. Honestly, it’s an interesting feeling, one that I’ve both exploited and embraced on multiple occasions.”

Mirage gave her a look. “But have you ever felt true love?” she asked.

“...No,” Ursula said. “Perhaps it’s my own self-interested nature coming up, but I’ve never felt that close to anyone before.” She looked thoughtful. “...I have felt more than just attraction, though.” She blushed a little.

Mirage’s eyes widened. “...You mean me?” she said softly.

Ursula shivered in pleasure. “Just coming near your kingdom I could feel the sheer pressure of your presence. And when I saw your true form, I knew that I wanted to be by your side forever.” She gently ran her hand through her hair, sighing. “You’re magnificent, Mirage. You’re a dream, an aspiration. I want to learn from you, grow with you, share my heart with you, for whatever a withered old thing like that is worth. I want to give you kittens, and bring you pleasure.” She smiled softly. “...I do truly think I love you, Mirage.”

“...And therein lies the problem,” Mirage said, gesturing back to the others. “My slaves… They love me too. And they are not worth talking to most of the time.”

“Oh believe me,” Ursula said. “I love you, kitty, but I’m no simp. If I think you’re being an imbecile, I’ll let you know.”

Mirage’s eyes widened. “You would deign to insult me to my face if you felt I needed to hear it?” she asked, her tone even.

Ursula, without a moment’s hesitation, nodded. “I would,” she said. She chuckled. “Poseidon’s beard, this feels weird to say… I love you, Mirage.”

Mirage touched her chest, feeling flustered. “This is… oh my… This is strange, this feeling…” she said. “I…” She mewled, her tail flicking about. She could feel her real body starting to blush, a pounding in her cholesterol-laden chest.

Ursula grinned. “You doing okay there, kitty?” she said.

“Kitty,” Mirage said, incredulous. “I could annihilate you with a word and you call me ‘kitty.’”

Ursula reached over and began to scratch behind one of Mirage’s ears, the pleasant sensation going all of the way back to Mirage’s titanic real body. Trapped in their masses of fat, Mirage’s ears flicked while her avatar’s ears flicked as well. “Because you are a kitty. A big, fat, greedy, all consuming kitty who’s feeling things she’d forgotten how to feel.”

“...It has been a while since I’ve felt this way,” Mirage conceded, smiling. “It is… a good feeling.” She chuckled, adding. “As good as creatures like us are capable of, anyway. And yet I cannot help but feel off.”

“Why? Because love is supposed to be a ‘good’ emotion?” Ursula scoffed. “Love isn’t good or evil. It just is. You don’t have to be good to feel good, my dear.” She playfully slapped Mirage’s belly, making that heavy beer belly gut her avatar sported jortle and audible slosh back and forth. “I am fond of you, Kitty. Greatly fond. Whether you reciprocate or not, that’s on you.”

“...Does being in love mean I can’t eat all of the party guests in there?” Mirage asked, pointing over her shoulder.

Ursula laughed. “Of course not! I would sell tickets to see such a show,” she said.

Mirage sighed in relief. “Then perhaps I can give love a chance,” she said.

Ursula smiled, surprising Mirage by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Mirage was surprised, but pleased by Ursula’s initiative, happily making out with the sea witch. She could taste the flavors of what Ursula had been eating on her tongue as they intertwined, Mirage smirking as their lips separated.

“I see you’ve been indulging heavily in the corn dogs,” Mirage said.

“They are ridiculously phallic and the coating around the meat is absolutely delicious,” Ursula said. “To say nothing of the taste of the meat itself. I have no idea what it is, but I like it.”

Mirage grinned. “I will make sure to keep you with a steady supply of them,” she said. “After all, if we’re going to be dating, I…” She trailed off, blushing as it hit her. “Dating…”

Ursula smiled. “You and me,” she said. “It’s finally hitting you, isn’t it? This is something new after so long.”

Mirage giggled merrily. “For a moment, I thought I was merely having a heart attack,” she said. “I sometimes allow my body to feel the health effects of being so huge, just for something different to feel.”

Ursula grimaced inwardly. To let herself feel pain just for something to do… Mirage’s boredom must have been legendary. “I’ve heard that being in love and a heart attack can start out feeling the same.”

Mirage shook her head. “Mortals are strange creatures,” she said. “But if love gives you a feeling like this, then I suppose I should stop making fun of it.”

Ursula chuckled. “Well, now I wouldn’t say that,” she said. “Hypocrisy is perfectly all right for beings such as us. Mock the love of heroes all you wish! While embracing the love I have for you, as I will embrace whatever you give back to me.” Ursula marveled. This was so very much a new feeling for her, to actually want to have love back. She’d been content with Ariel’s rage for so long… But Mirage? She made her feel things she’d never felt before. Wonderful things.

“...You were mumbling out loud,” Mirage said.

Ursula blushed bright in realization, but smirked. “...And I meant every word,” she said.

And again, that fluttering warmth in Mirage’s heart. That desire to be with someone, to have them for herself not as a slave, but as someone to share her life with. “...I do not know if we will work out,” Mirage conceded, and admitting that was a thrill in and of itself. “But I am gladdened that you were willing to accept me into what passes for your heart.”

Ursula grinned happily. She truly did love Mirage. Or at least, her close enough approximation of love. She found herself wanting to be dominated by the massive kitty, to feel Mirage’s blubber covering her as she used her. And perhaps grew as large as her, sharing a floating platform as she is stuffed endlessly, growing bigger and bigger, blubber rubbing up against each other as they shit into the void while eating constantly.

Something to work for, at least.

Mirage stretched again. “Thank you, Ursula,” she said. “I feel better now.”

Ursula smiled, nodding. “It’s the lover’s duty to make their beloved feel good in times of stress,” she said.

Mirage nodded, smirking. “How many times have you done that for Ariel?”

Ursula coughed into her hand, giving Mirage her best innocent look. “Well… that’s a story for another day. We still have a party to enjoy, yes?”

Mirage laughed. Ursula’s shameless wickedness was something the feline goddess was very fond of indeed. “That we do,” she said. “COME!”

“I would but you’re not fingering me yet,” Ursula teased, Mirage cackling.

The two stepped back out onto the dance floor. “Good people of Agrabah! Visiting guests, and longtime servants! The time has come for the best part of the celebration. THE FEAST!”

“THE FEAST!” the crowd declared happily.

“For the benefit of Ursula, who may become your queen in the near future,” Mirage said, “I will explain the rules! All of you will feed yourselves to me, some of you feeding yourselves to Ursula until she is full! Once the streets are emptied of everyone save those I designate as safe, your bodies and souls will become my fat until I get too bored of the quiet and release you all back into the world!”

Ursula grinned. “Oh my. This IS a nice surprise,” she said.

“Consider it a gift for our first date,” Mirage said, licking her lips. “Come until me and feed me! I CRAVE YOU ALL!” And indeed, Mirage’s ever-hungry stomach rumbled as she pulled the first party-goer over, a chubby woman with an ample chest bigger than Mirage’s avatar. She licked her lips at the dark-skinned woman as she stripped off her clothes, closing her eyes as she felt Mirage start to devour her. The greedy feline’s lips slid easily over the woman’s head, Mirage moaning in bliss as she started in on those soft, heavy mounds of boobflesh. She greedily sucked them up, gnawing on the fleshy mounds as she ate them. Ah, what a fine first course.

Ursula watched in fascination as Mirage ate. Apparently, her avatars could feed her real body by consuming someone. Ursula shivered in pleasure when she realized that she could probably spend time digesting her meal atop Mirage’s real form. She felt a tugging on her shorts, and looked down, realizing that there was a pot-bellied little girl looking at her. “Oh! Hello there,” she said.

The little girl looked up at Ursula with awe. “Are you going to make Mirage happy?” she said, hiccuping, her heavy belly wobbling.

“I’m certainly going to try,” Ursula said. “Now come here, my little corn dog. Mirage is not the only one who hungers.” She shed her human form, wrapping a tentacle around the chubby child and shoving her fattened form into her mouth, eagerly gulping down her appetizer. She turned back to look at Mirage, only to be amazed. She was already almost done with her first prey, a line starting to form as she began to greedily devour everyone in the room. Ursula felt that wonder and awe yet again, impressed by Mirage’s gluttonous capacity.

The first woman’s body had been delicious. She reminded her a little of Ariel, currently sleeping off her latest feast in the brothel. (Boy, was Ariel going to be in for a surprise when she woke up.) But indeed, Mirage was pleased with her flabby first course. Her soft, doughy form had been delightful on her tongue, the woman unresisting as she was swallowed down into Mirage’s belly, her clothes bursting off of her with a snap as her belly expanded greatly with the woman’s body, distending down to the floor as she began to stuff her face in earnest.

The next prey, a rather muscular man with a prominent pot belly from all the alcohol he had been drinking, closed his eyes as Mirage’s ravenous maw closed around him. Drool started to flow down Mirage’s chin as she eagerly gulped and gulped, the man sliding easily down her throat. She loved this, love this feeling of expansion, of growing. She was bored with so much, but eating and growing larger was something she’d never get tired of. She quickly polished off the man, her already massive stomach surging outward yet again as she started in on her third course.

Ursula was more than a little impressed with her hostess/girlfriend as she devoured the little girl who’d come up to her. She knew she couldn’t match Mirage’s pace, so she just took the time to savor her meal. She didn’t get as intimate with her as she would Ariel, but quite frankly she didn’t feel it worth it to do so. Her lips slid easily over the obese child’s chest, her belly filling out Ursula’s cheeks nicely. There was something exotic about the flavor of middle-eastern flesh, and the sea witch was looking forward to glutting herself on it.

The girl herself was patiently letting herself be swallowed. After all, it was one of Mirage’s parties. They were destined to be eaten. Ursula’s throat was certainly different from Mirage’s. It had more of a fishy smell to it, like the deep, dark depths of the ocean, rather than Mirage’s slightly brimstone smell. Her brainwashed mind found it rather pleasant. She kicked her feet, feeling Ursula’s lips swallow up her hips, her legs starting to slide down the sea witch’s gullet.

Ursula raised her head back and gulped hard, swallowing up the girl and sending her down to become a heavy bulge in her belly, making her gut droop down past her knees. The weight of a person inside of her gut made Ursula shiver in arousal. She started to look around for more, when she saw a plump-bellied woman coming up to her. “...Your daughter?” Ursula asked, licking her lips.

The woman smiled, nodding. “Indeed, Mistress Ursula,” she said. “I hope you will find me as tasty as my child.” Ursula laughed, pulling the woman forward and starting to devour her. Indeed, she was just as tasty as her child.

Mirage grinned around her prey as she swallowed it down. Already, the gluttonous frenzy was starting to settle in as she swallowed up the third of her subjects, the plump legs of her prey sliding easily down into her gullet. Her belly was a massive, wriggling lump of meat, stretching heavily out from her midsection. Inside, her first two prey were fucking even as they digested, sloshing her tremendously bloated gut even more. She looked around the room with a wild expression, her tongue hanging out and drooling. “More… MORE!!” Mirage roared. “I WANT ALL OF YOU INSIDE ME!”

“Share!” Ursula said around her prey.

“Eat faster!” Mirage taunted, Ursula laughing as Mirage started in on her next course, practically moaning in pleasure as she stuffed her face with living meat, the vendor who had served Ariel earlier willingly let himself be pulled down Mirage’s throat. The time to pay for Mirage’s generosity had come, after all. And it was only fair that food be met with food…

Ursula slurped up the mother with ease. She was honestly surprised that the woman was such an easy swallow. But as her lips slid over the woman’s ample posterior, she began to notice a flavor there. Butter? Some sort of cream? She looked over, and saw the various people slathering themselves with it. She slurped over the woman’s belly and between her legs, noting that the strange flavor was even there. She raised her eyebrows curiously, slurping up the woman’s legs. Her belly surged outward as the woman joined her child, hugging her to her chubby body as it worked to digest the two of them into even more fat for the sea witch. She smacked her lips, a look of wonder on her face. She looked over at the crowd again, people slathering the butter all over each other, some of them getting ridiculously intimate.

“My own recipe,” Mirage said telepathically, her mouth full of the vendor, rapidly gulping him down into the ever-expanding dome of her belly. “A smoked garlic herb butter of my own design.”

Ah! Ursula thought, smacking her lips. That explains it. She looked around, seeing who she wanted next to feast on, and saw a young woman that looked like an Arab version of Ariel, currently rubbing some butter over her breasts, the heat of the room and her body quickly melting it. “You there,” Ursula said, grinning wickedly. “You remind me of my apprentice!”

The woman smiled. “Then I hope that I look just as distinguished as she does when I’m her age,” she said.

Ursula just chuckled, the woman quirking her head to one side. “A private joke,” Ursula said. “Come here. I seek to devour your flesh.” She beckoned the woman forward. Arab Ariel willingly went over to her, letting Ursula shove her in her mouth. The butter perfectly added to the woman’s taste, seasoning her meat in a delightful way. She easily slipped down Ursula’s throat, the dark-haired chubby woman a far more willing meal than Ariel ever was. Whenever Mirage eventually restored everyone eaten tonight, she would have to seek out Arab Ariel again. She was just going to eat her tonight, but she definitely had an idea for some fun games to play with her. And she could sense Mirage’s approval in the back of her head as well. Life was good when you were powerful.

Still, though, she thought idly about Ariel as she gulped down her Arabian counterpart. (Seriously, even the EYE SHAPE was the shame, it was astonishing. Like someone had just recolored Ariel to fit the setting.) She truly did hope that her apprentice was having a good time before she returned her to the sea.

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Elsewhere in the city…

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Ariel, washed clean of the blood from her last feast, lay on top of the brothel’s roof, her massive, blobular body spread out as she lay on a raised series of cushions, letting her watch the sunset. Feline female concubines fed her grapes and other fruits, her stomach gurgling loudly as it processed everything she’d stuffed herself with.

Nearby, on another set of pillows, Razoul watched the sunset with her, one of the feline concubines busily sucking his rock hard cock while another played music on a sitar. An upbeat tune that made them both think of things that made them happy.

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And there was another catgirl concubine fanning them both, also immediately fanning the fart stink away. Ariel chuckled shamelessly.

“You are a rancid creature,” Razoul said, shivering in pleasure from the catgirl’s blowjob.

“You think this is bad? When I go back home I’ll be poisoning the sea with this stank. At least on the surface it just vanishes into the wind,” Ariel teased.

Razoul grunted, cumming hard into the mouth of the catgirl sucking him off. He reached down and patted her head appreciatively, the catgirl mewling happily as she cleaned him off. “Is all fish we eat going to taste awful now?” he teased right back.

“We’ll see how big I get,” Ariel snarked.

“Just don’t drink the oceans. We kind of need water,” Razoul said.

“No promises,” Ariel said. Although that would be an interesting way to catch up to Ursula and Mirage in terms of gluttony fast… She looked over the side, and thought she saw something. “You there. Feeder. Did someone just walk by the building now?”

The catgirl that had been feeding Ariel looked over the building’s roof after tossing a raspberry into her mouth. “Hm. Yep… Party must be getting into full swing now,” she said.

Razoul nodded, laughing. “Ha! I get to escape getting trapped underground while she farts this time!” he said. “Watch for when her belly breaks through the palace. That will be a show.”

Ariel just chuckled, settling back onto her rooftop lounge, letting her stomach gurgle and slosh around the meat and fruit in it. She honestly didn’t care anymore what Ursula did. This excursion and chat with Razoul was just what she needed, the guard coming to talk to her after she devoured the other catgirl concubines. She just needed to wait for her to let her go…

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Back at the party…

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Ursula decided that Ariel would be fine for now. She would let her go home after the party was over. In the meantime, she had her own Arabian cuisine to savor. And oh, the smoked butter truly added to the flavor of the meat currently sliding down her throat. She greedily gobbled up the lookalike, her toes slipping past Ursula’s big lips with a final swallow, her belly surging outward yet again. She smacked her lips, savoring the fullness of her stomach. She wasn’t anywhere close to her record for stuffing herself yet. She could fit many more of these brainwashed fools into her belly, which was already digesting the trio already inside of it, the fatter parts of her body starting to bulge out from the mass added to it.

Mirage was on a tear. She’d already devoured four people and was already halfway through her fifth by the time Ursula was on her third. Her massively distended gut gurgled and glurped and glorped as it processed her unfortunate victims, already digesting them down into more sexy blubber for her avatar’s body. Said avatar would be eaten by her real body once it was full, meaning Mirage would get to experience stuffing her city down her throat TWICE! She prided herself on her efficiency in her ingestion. She could probably write a paper on it.

She slurped up the legs of her fifth victim, the crowd applauding as she patted her massive, wriggling stomach. An orgy was going on in her belly as her victims fucked, her heavily stretched gut a mass of limbs that was steadily losing definition as she started processing them all, her ass bulging out with fat, her thighs getting thicker as meat was siphoned away from the bodies of her prey.

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Mirage barely noticed as she farted, rubbing her swollen, titanic gut with one hand as she kissed one of her fattening breasts. She looked out over the party, pulling a rather buxom pregnant woman over and shoving her into her gullet. As she gulped down the bountiful, well-buttered woman, her tongue slurping over heavily gravid form as she gulped her down, she gently touched the minds of everyone there.

Brainwashed. Brainwashed. Assassin reconsidering his life options. (She was in a good mood, she’d let the man leave.) Brainwashed. Almost everyone in the city brainwashed, barring a tiny handful.

And then there was the two who felt nothing but devotion. To each other and to her. Their minds were lost to insanity, the need to serve Mirage and protect Agrabah being the only thing keeping them from becoming jibbering fools. She could feel the tendrils of coherent thought in their minds, just barely holding on. Threads of sanity being held together with the knowledge so that as long as they were together and that the citizens of Agrabah were technically protected, everything would be all right in the end.

She was bored with a lot of things. But tormenting those two? Oooh, that would be pleasurable forever. Its part of the reason why she never really commented on Ursula’s treatment of Ariel beyond a little teasing – she’d be a hypocrite. And evil she may be, hypocrite she refused to be.

Enjoying the party? Mirage said telepathically to the two of them.

“Of course!” Jasmine said, smiling. She was relaxed. She didn’t suspect anything. Mirage hadn’t done anything to the two of them for a couple months now. They felt safe.

You’d think they’d have learned by now.

“It’s a fun time,” Aladdin said, sipping from a bottle of wine and patting his belly. He was well on his way to becoming a tall version of Jasmine’s long dead father, with the way his facial hair was growing in and his fatness was increasing.

I can think of a way to make it more fun, Mirage said telepathically, moaning lustfully as she guzzled down the heavily gravid woman. It was the fearful movements of the baby in her womb on her tongue that made this particular meal even more special. She took her time compared to the others, savoring that taste of innocence sliding over her tongue and down her gullet.

Aladdin and Jasmine’s hearts froze. “O-Oh?” Jasmine said softly. She felt her children in her womb stirring. Stress might induce labor right then and there. The two of them cursed inwardly, realizing that they’d let their guards down again.

Mirage just grinned evilly. She loved this. As she slurped up the long, chubby legs of the pregnant woman she devoured, adding her to the orgy of digesting people inside her ever-expanding tummy, she looked into the eyes of a handsome, slim young man. One of the few people in Agrabah that hadn’t gotten on the chunky side due to his active, acrobatic lifestyle.

Aladdin’s heart sunk. Wahid… He’d saved the boy from becoming an El Khatib, one of Mirage’s demonic servants. And now he’d been brainwashed like everyone else in the city, like the people of Odiferus, all broken and turned into Mirage’s servants. For Aladdin and Jasmine, though, it was worse. They needed no magic to bend to Mirage’s will. They broke simply by seeing everything they love taken from him. They broke because they turned the city over to Mirage’s control because there was no other choice to keep everyone safe. Their hedonism was a bandage for the pain and guilt that gnawed at their souls constantly. A bandage that Mirage was about to rip open again.

“My lady, please…” Aladdin begged, tears streaming down his face.

Mirage locked eyes with Wahid. Those around him suddenly knew what was about to happen and braced themselves. Wahid stared into the eyes of his Goddess… and suddenly found himself free. Free after years of being Mirage’s adoring slave. “What…” he said in a young voice. “What happened?! Why am I older?! What’s going on?”

Ursula, her mouth full of fat guy, watched with interested as she ate her prey. Mirage, for her part, just chuckled, licking her lips. “Hello Wahid. Remember me?” she said, purring as she massaged her thick, wriggling belly. “I remember you…”

“MIRAGE!!” Wahid said, trying to run away. He fully remembered the dark goddess who almost turned him into a monster. A goddess that looked like she had EATEN people. He didn’t know why his skin was so slick, or why everyone around him was naked. But he knew when he was in danger. He had to get out of here. NOW.

Mirage, drooling, licked her lips. “You almost became one of my El Khatib,” she said. “You had such potential…”

Wahid tried to bolt, but the people around him grabbed him and held him in check, forcing him towards Mirage, who’s guts glurpbled and glorpled over and over, the people inside her losing definition as her breasts and ass slowly swelled out, her hips widening. “Let me GO! LET ME GO! What’s wrong with you!? ALADDIN!!! ALADDIN!! HELP ME!!”

Mirage smirked, turning. “Yeah, Aladdin,” she teased. “Why aren’t you helping your dear young friend?”

Wahid looked in the direction Mirage did, and stared. It took him a minute to recognize Aladdin and Jasmine, considering how big they had become. But when he did, he felt so very, very betrayed. “What… What is this?!” he said. “Why are you so fat?! Why are you dressed like the Sultan?!”

“UUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!” Mirage belched. “Because he is the Sultan, dear boy. Has been for a while now. Shortly after he and Jasmine surrendered the city to my control.”

Wahid gaped, and shook his head. “No. NO. That’s not true! I-” he stammered, struggling desperately in the grasp of the people holding him.

“You’ve been under my control for years, Wahid,” Mirage purred, leaning in and licking the unfortunate young man’s face.

Wahid flinched away, tears streaming down his face. “Aladdin… Aladdin, what is this!?” he said. “Why are you like this now!? Why did you betray Agrabah!?”

“I had to…” Aladdin said, partially to himself. Tears streamed down the fat young man’s bearded face. “I… Mirage had won. Completely beaten us. Genie, Abu, Iago, Carpet, even Jasmine’s pet tiger Rajah. All gone. We couldn’t fight her.”

Wahid glared at Aladdin, hate filling his heart as Mirage laughed. “You… You COWARD! You and Jasmine both! You could have rallied people! You could have done something!”

“No…” Aladdin said, glancing over at Jasmine, who was openly weeping and looking like she wanted to just lower her head completely into her flab. “No, we couldn’t have. I’m sorry, Wahid… This was for the best…”

Mirage licked Wahid’s face again. “It’s time, Wahid… Time to join your brothers and sisters in the Endless Dark…” she taunted.

“No… NO!” Wahid screamed, sobbing desperately. “Aladdin! ALADDIN!!”

Aladdin sat back in his throne, tears streaming down his face as he picked up his bottle to drink from it. Jasmine cried softly, unable to even look at poor Wahid. But to his credit, Aladdin kept the boy’s gaze as he was lifted up feet first by Mirage’s servants, who began to lower the struggling young man into her maw feet first, drool streaming down her chin, another one developing beneath hers. Wahid sobbed desperately, struggling to get away, to pull away from this monster devouring him. She’d been so close to enslaving him last time, doomed to toil away in the endless dark as an El Khatib, one of her savage services. And now she was eating him?! After being under her control so long he’d grown into an adult!?

This was madness. And it filled his heart with hate at the betrayal, Wahid screaming in fear, begging for help from SOMEONE, ANYONE to do SOMETHING!

But everyone just laughed. Ursula ate her next prey like she was slurping up candy, watching the show intently as she devoured the fat man. Occasionally she’d let out a lustful, satisfied sound, her meal’s butter-slickened body filling her mouth with prey, while Wahid felt his feet getting trapped in the warm, wet hole of Mirage’s mouth.

“NO!” Wahid screamed. “I don’t want this! I don’t want to be eaten! Help me! SOMEONE!” He thrashed about as best he could, the brainwashed people of Agrabah just chuckling as the large guys who held Wahid in place forced him down Mirage’s throat.

Aladdin let out a whimper. He wanted to beg for mercy. But he knew that neither he nor Wahid would receive any. So he drank from his wine bottle, Jasmine stuffing her face with chocolate bonbons, chewing them loudly and messily, getting chocolate drool all over her cleavage as she tried to drown out Wahid’s terror.

Mirage slurped over Wahid’s feet, gently tickling the calloused undersides with her rough tongue as Wahid squirmed, trying not to giggle. Mirage smirked at his discomfort, and began to swallow his legs, sending him down her gullet. His legs slid easily into her ravenous body, a perfect treat for the goddess of evil. She moaned, caressing her titanically stretched, still wriggling gut as the prey within slowly succumbed to her hunger, breaking down and becoming part of her fat.

Wahid could only watch in horror as the movements in Mirage’s belly slowly stilled. A belly he was going to become a part of. “Aladdin…” he sobbed desperately as he felt himself slide in up to the waist. “I don’t want to go into the dark, Aladdin. Please… Save me from the dark, Aladdin! I’m scared, please!”

Aladdin just took another swig of his wine, crying softly and watching. He would at least give the young man the dignity of having a witness who valued his life. Jasmine sobbed, clutching at her fat chest as her heart pounded, stuffing her face with her other hand.

“Why aren’t you doing anything?!” Wahid screamed, whimpering as his arms were held in place by the citizens around him. He screamed, he sobbed, he threw punches, but the arms holding him were mighty indeed, and Mirage’s mouth was a gate to darkness with a potent suction to it.

Mirage purred, savoring the boy’s whimpering struggles, gasping in delight as she felt his legs poke through into her giantly stretched belly. He wouldn’t make as much of a bulge as the others due to how skinny he was, but still, a meal’s a meal. And the flavor of his fear and Aladdin’s despair was making him a very tasty meal indeed.

Wahid gasped, feeling his legs poke through into Mirage’s stomach. He started screaming in pain, thrashing about violently as he struggled to break free, his arms getting pinned above his head as more and more of him was drawn into Mirage’s body. He could feel himself already starting to get digested, the woman visibly fattening as she gurgled up the people she’d already devoured.

“You’re going to be my ass fat, I think,” Mirage said to him telepathically. “Most of you will go there, I think. But who knows? Some of you might go to my breasts. Either way, you’ll be enhancing my looks tonight.” She chuckled wickedly around his body, slurping over his chest before another swallow took his muscular, shapely body in up to the neck. He wept helplessly, feeling his body being eaten away by Mirage’s powerful digestive tract.

Wahid knew nothing but pain. He sobbed, slowly descending down into the increasingly dense swamp of meat and bone inside the cat goddess’ divine belly. The bulge he made could be clearly seen in Mirage’s flesh. He stared up into the roof of the palace, grasping desperately at the air, reaching for someone to try and pull him free. But nobody came.

Ursula, who swallowed her latest prey on autopilot, just watched at the brilliant display of wickedness. As the last of her latest course wriggled his legs in her maw, brainwashed not to feel the pain of digestion, she slurped him up, a demonic grin on her face as she licked her lips, watching the show. Well done, she thought. Well done!

Wahid’s arms slid completely down Mirage’s throat, desperately clawing at the air as Wahid struggled to get away. He desperately gripped at Mirage’s jaws, only to be forced to let go when she bit down enough, pain startling him and letting him be swallowed quickly. The poor young man was turned into a heavy bulge on Mirage’s belly, his form visible as he audibly screamed in agony, his body starting to get digested in earnest now that he was completely inside her.

Mirage, a sultry look on her face, turned towards Aladdin and Jasmine and let out a massive belch. “UUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!” came the cry, a smirk crossing Mirage’s lips.

Aladdin shivered in despair. “A toast! To the gluttony of our lady Mirage!” he declared, chugging the last of his wine bottle and tossing it aside, calling for another.

“BBBBBAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!” Ursula belched. “Spectacular performance! A magnificent display of cruelty!”

“Oh, I’m about to make it worse,” Mirage said, looking around for her next meal to swallow, wanting to get her already massive belly even bigger. “Aladdin, darling?”

Please no, Aladdin thought. “Yes, my lady?”

“My meal has left me rather… hot and bothered,” Mirage said. “Your goddess desires relief. Fuck me while I digest poor Wahid down into my fat.”

Aladdin nodded, getting up from his chair, Jasmine’s eyes glazed over as she gave into lust, the thrill of eating so much chocolate dominating her mind as she blocked out the world, chomping and slurping and gulping. Food was sanity and safety, after all. “As you wish, my lady,” Aladdin said. “I’d be more than happy to serve you.” And the worst part? Aladdin’s fetishes and kinks had been so rewired by this point, he actually was already quite aroused by seeing Mirage devour Wahid. He knew he’d be under her spell again once he was restored… but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

Ursula cackled wildly. It was a truly beautiful display of cruelty. A young man Aladdin saved, de-brainwashed and forced down Mirage’s throat. And then he has to fuck her? Oh, the BETRAYAL that poor kid must be feeling! It just made her love Mirage all the more. Made her want to be with Mirage all the more. She felt like she could LEARN something from Mirage, a feeling she hadn’t had in ages. It was wonderful.

Mirage purred softly, wiggling her steadily swelling ass as Aladdin came over, stripping as he went, and began massaging her rump. She could feel his dick pressing between her plumpening cheeks, helping him get to full hardness. “That’s it… Please your goddess, slave…” Mirage purred, calling over her next two victims. The suffering of heroes always inflamed her appetite. Especially the suffering of THIS hero. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder than you fucked Jasmine on your wedding night. Your passion is MINE, Aladdin,” Mirage taunted, gasping as she felt his cock slip deliciously into her dripping wet pussy. “Good boy…”

Aladdin tried to focus on the pleasure. Mirage, for all her cruelty, was an amazing fuck. And he’d never admit it to Jasmine (unless she forced him), but honestly? Her pussy was fucking amazing, in either this slimmer body or her actual gigantic body. He thrust and thrust into her cunt, cock slipping deliciously in and out of the heavily obese goddess’ body, his fat hips plapping against hers.

But even with the feel of Mirage’s delightful cunt, there was still Wahid, pressing out against her massive belly, which got steadily larger as Mirage started eating against, slurping up more people to add to her ever growing mass. Aladdin could easily see the unfortunate young man’s struggles as he made love to Mirage. “It’ll be over soon,” he said softly. “Then you’ll be back in the Endless Dark with the rest of Agrabah…” He saw the imprint of Wahid’s face start to dissolve to a skull, and closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure of Mirage’s body. He gripped onto her swelling ass, feeling his fingers dig in to the increasingly soft booty of the feline fiend as she stuffed herself, her body eagerly digesting the offerings as the music thumped away.

Jasmine, great blob of a woman that she was, sat next to one of the speakers on her private pool. The heavy thumping beats washed over her massive belly, making the thick, heavy flesh there ripple. She gently caressed her titanic stomach, feeling the babies she had growing within her. This was her third pregnancy, the quints inside of her ridiculously fat from sharing in Jasmine’s gluttony. She licked her lips, sighing softly. She looked over at Aladdin as he fucked Mirage, the gluttonous catwoman not stopping her feast. Even as Aladdin thrust in and out of her cunt, she pulled people over to her, ravenously devouring them, making her stomach even bigger, her ass starting to swell out around Aladdin’s hips as she digested her feast of her people.

She couldn’t remember what it was like before. Before Mirage was in charge. She’d turned so completely to gluttony and hedonism in an attempt to assuage her guilt that she couldn’t remember what it was like being a brave and agile heroine. When she’d given up, Mirage was like a hurricane, moving in and taking control of everything. Mozenrath was now a Manluk lich in her service. Sadira was a brainwashed slave. The Ethereal had been destroyed by Mirage, fed to a titanic black dragoness. Jasmine had eaten Arbutus as a salad, and Saleen had disappeared up Mirage’s ass, never to be seen again. Abys Mal had been reduced to endlessly starting rebellions he could never win, the more intelligent Haroud doing the smart thing and fleeing for his life, leaving the Seven Deserts and never returning. Mirage had eaten Thundra the Rainbird while doing ridiculous booty-shaking dances to a Latin beat. Malcho had been lunch one day, served while Mirage, Jasmine, and Aladdin talked about the city, and Amin Damoola… somehow survived to this day by sheer dumb luck. Nefir Hasenuf was now Jasmine’s toilet, the imp daring to charge Mirage money for his services. Aziz had been devoured by Mirage, Minos and Fatima eaten by Jasmine and Aladdin respectively.

Every threat to Agrabah had been neutralized, with only the least dangerous ones remaining. She was expecting Aladdin’s children once again, and thinking that this time she may actually be allowed to give birth to them. But she knew she had gotten cocky, and had started to pick out names for her children. It had been too long, and they had made the mistake of relaxing. For was Mirage not the embodiment of evil? She never had a chance.

Jasmine began to giggle. She heard the sound of strings snapping, and briefly wondered what those were, not realizing that it was her sanity finally breaking completely. Jasmine’s eyes became feline as she felt the comforting haze of madness set in.

All things except the few that were stronger existed for Mirage, Jasmine decided. She cooed, rubbing her belly. My body is her temple. My children her sacrifice. Aladdin? My ‘husband?’ Is also hers. She wondered if Mirage would get pregnant. She wondered if she’d eat children coming out of her own womb.

Mirage could sense Jasmine’s sanity fully dissolving as she gulped down person after person. With ten people already inside her ravenous gut, her belly had become ridiculously massive. She could feel Wahid in particular melting away inside of her, the boy already dead after being crushed under the morass of bodies that she was shoving into her gullet. Her soft-furred belly was the size of a small house, the people she had swallowed crammed awkwardly into her, getting shifted around as she slurped up more of the butter-covered people.

Ursula, meanwhile, was taking things more slowly. She was only up to six people, her great, flabby belly the size of three king size beds stacked up with all the people she’d packed into it. Some of them had been children, the bite-size treats not filling her up as much as whole people. She would slurp and suckle at her prey, getting as much of that butter flavor on her tongue as possible. She was also moving slower than Mirage because she was just flat out enjoying the show. Mirage was practically inhaling her victims, her belly rising like bread dough, her flesh getting tighter and tighter as they wriggled about inside her. And all the while, Aladdin was fucking away, thrusting in and out of Mirage’s booty as she got fatter and fatter, her stomach already processing the massive amount of meat she was cramming into it.

Ursula started in on her seventh victim, and realized that she was starting to reach her limit. She looked over her belly, realizing how massive it was. She could eat a lot, yes, but she wasn’t anywhere close to being the glutton Mirage was. Her great, gray stomach gurgled and glorped and sloshed as it digested everyone she ate, her blubber steadily increasing as her ass grew softer and softer, her breasts slowly swelling out from her chest, fat building up around her neck and starting to turn her head into a triangle of fat. She looked up at Mirage with growing awe as her belly kept growing and growing.

“BBRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!” Mirage belched, the sound loud even with a pair of legs in her mouth. She slurped them down, shuddering with pleasure as she felt Aladdin’s dick thrusting in and out of her, his meaty rod slamming into her pussy over and over. She was definitely going to let her main body become pregnant from this. She’d been holding off on it for so long, but this was a special occasion. She gulped and gulped, savoring the feeling of tightness in her stomach as her belly grew and grew and grew. She wanted to keep that feeling going, keep growing and growing. “MORE!!!” she screamed ravenously, people starting to push over to Mirage, wanting the honor of being devoured by her. “MORE MORE MORMMPPH!” she screamed, the sound cut off by someone shoving their hands into her mouth. Instinct took over, and Mirage started swallowing the owner of those hands, closing her eyes and moaning in bliss.

Aladdin shuddered, giving Mirage’s ever-swelling ass a smack as she got bigger and bigger. There was so much of the beautiful beast. To his relief, Wahid’s body had lost definition, digested enough to be crushed into something unrecognizable by the growing number of bodies inside Mirage. He wondered briefly if the people suffered or enjoyed it as they were digested. Mirage’s magic probably made them enjoy it, if the type of wriggling he was seeing was any indication. His hips moved on their own as his mind dissociated, drifting off. He could feel the pleasure of Mirage’s clutching cunt, could feel the softness of her swelling body as more and more of the people were digested as she ingested them. But his mind floated freely, watching everything analytically. He could feel his pleasure steadily rising as his cock thrust in and out of Mirage’s cunt, the young man groaning lustfully without realizing it.

Ursula gulped hard to swallow down her seventh victim, caressing her massively overstretched belly. She felt like an amateur next to Mirage, already dwarfed by her belly. She loved that feeling, of knowing she had something to aspire to. She started to shove in her eighth prey, a heavily fat man, groaning softly at how stuffed she was. Ten, Ursula thought. I’ll get to ten, and then I’ll just sit back and watch. She gulped and gulped, slowly, steadily working the man down her throat, silently glad for the melted butter slickening his passage. It made him much easier to swallow both flavor-wise and size-wise. Her stomach and jaws were aching by now in all the best ways, her stomach making some rather interesting chemical noises as her vast amount of prey was sloshed and churned around inside of her stomach. She’d shifted her legs back to tentacles to make herself comfortable, even her tentacles starting to get fat as she digested everything.

Mirage grew bigger and bigger as she gulped down citizen after citizen. Truth be told, her stomach was aching tremendously. Only because she allowed herself to feel the pain of course, Mirage using it as a way of knowing how delightfully full she was. And oh, she was full, getting more full by the second. Every person she ate just added to her girth, added to the writhing ball of bodies that was her belly, which was rapidly starting to fill up the room as more and more people were devoured. She shuddered, feeling her arms, her ass, her boobs, her legs all getting more and more fat. Her thighs were pressing thickly together, her hips widening as fat oozed down around her feet. Her increasing amounts of blubber wobbled as Aladdin thrust vigorously in and out of her cunt, her pleasure surging more and more as muffled pants of desire escaped her. She was dripping wet, feeling herself fatten up so much that Aladdin was trapped in place by her ass cheeks.

She felt Jasmine’s skittled thoughts, as well as Ursula’s lament that she was reaching her limit, and got a wicked idea. Just wait after you finish that one you’re eating now, Mirage said telepathically, her mouth occupied by the multiple people she was swallowing. You’re going to get a rather tasty dessert in a few moments.

Oooh, what kind? Ursula thought back.

You’ll see, Mirage said. She then changed targets for her telepathy. Jasmine?

Reading Jasmine’s mind was hard now with the princess finally giving up and turning to madness. Her mindscape was a mishmash of broken mirror shards being swirled around by a constant tornado. At the sound of Mirage’s voice, however, the shards stopped moving within the tornado, fractured aspects of Jasmine looking at Mirage adoringly. Fat Jasmine, Skinny Jasmine, Scourge of the Desert (her evil persona), Child Jasmine, Snake Jasmine, all stared from the shards with nothing but worship.

...Hmm, turning her into a snake again and letting her feast. There’s an idea, she thought absently, before speaking her thoughts into Jasmine’s head. I can sense that you’ll be going into labor soon.

Ah, Fat Jasmine said. It has been nine months, hasn’t it?

Indeed, Mirage said. And I have special instructions for you. Mirage told Jasmine what she wanted, all of the aspects of Jasmine’s shattered mind bowing, Scourge chuckling in cruel delight.

Aladdin knew nothing of the games and manipulations of his gluttonous lover as she instructed his maddened bride. He only knew the feel of tight pussy, of soft ass cheeks around his hips as Mirage digested the citizens of Agrabah. He shuddered, his mind getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. He gave Mirage’s ass a slap, Mirage amused at his audacity and deciding to let it go since it felt good. Aladdin kept up his thrusts, going faster and faster as he got closer and closer to climax, Mirage’s steadily swelling blubber rising around him as he fucked her (there was no love here. Not really. Worship born of despair didn’t count). He thrust and thrust and thrust… until finally, he came. His hot, heavy load shot into Mirage’s womb, the bloated, gluttonous embodiment of evil shuddering in bliss as she hit her own peak moments later.

“MMMMMMMMMOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!” she groaned, her moan of pleasure turning into a muffled belch around her latest victim, Mirage’s hands hugging into her titanically stretched stomach as she practically inhaled the person in her mouth, adding her to the growing pile of bodies in her ever-swelling belly. “AAAH!!!”

Her fluids, hot almost to the point of burning, gushed out over Aladdin’s manhood, the former hero long since used to the feel of them by now. He was Mirage’s favored sex toy, after all. And inside her womb, Mirage decided to let herself be fertilized this time. Ten of Aladdin’s sperm made their way inside of her egg, which began to split into ten twin kitties…

At the same time Mirage became pregnant, Jasmine felt her pregnancy start to end. Her great, globular gut quivered as she felt her water break, gushing out into the water of the pool. A cramping in her stomach made her realize it was time. Slowly, moving heavily on leg muscles that had mostly atrophied, she stomped out of the pool. Nearby citizens immediately went to help her, Jasmine smiling gratefully at the sycophants. “Take me to Ursula,” she said in her deep, husky voice. Several people got underneath her massive blob of a gut, carrying it in their arms as more people helped her walk, water dripping off of her massive, dimpled ass and fat-laden legs. Thankfully, she was heavy enough that slipping wasn’t an issue.

Ursula polished off her eighth victim, clutching at her heavy gut and groaning, smacking her lips. She loved the taste of these people, but she was rapidly approaching a physical limit, her capacity for gluttony almost reached. “UUUUUUUUAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRPP oh fuck…” Ursula groaned in her fat-thickened voice, patting her massive belly as it churned and sloshed, digesting the unfortunate people she ate and adding them to her fat, her tentacles twirling about idly. She smacked her lips, and noticed a heavy thudding coming towards her. She looked, and saw Jasmine heading over to her, her massive body held up by many of her servants, each step sending her body quivering. “...No offense, honey, but I don’t think I can choke you down completely,” she said. “I mean, I want to, ‘cause you look fucking delicious. But I don’t have that much room left in the old tank.” She patted her belly, so much bigger than Jasmine’s bed-sized gut.

“Not…” Jasmine said, wincing as another contraction hit her. “Not me…” She panted softly, licking her lips. As Ursula watched curiously, Jasmine walked forward and had her guides turn her around, so that her massive ass was facing Ursula’s side, Jasmine as close as possible. She had her belly holders let go and leaned forward, panting heavily from the exertion of walking and from her intense contractions. She knew her babies were FAT but god damn, this hurt. “Veal… Fresh veal… Gift from Mirage…” she stammered. She slapped her own ass as best she could, the brainwashed citizens around her grabbing Jasmine’s ass cheeks and spreading them, revealing her puckering anus and her pussy, which was bulging as she started to crown.

Ursula grinned widely. “Dear. You know just what it takes to make me happy,” the sea witch said, leaning in and locking her lips around Jasmine’s cunt, starting to suck. She felt Jasmine’s pussy lips open as the first of her fat babies started to emerge, the sea witch greedily slurping over the child’s head as she started to pull it out with sheer hungry force.

Jasmine whimpered, her pussy heavily stretched beyond its limits by the fat baby being shoved through it. She could feel Ursula lewdly slurping and sucking at her womanhood to get the baby out, tongue slurping over her clitoris and adding pleasure to the pain. All is in service to Mirage said one of the voices in Jasmine’s head.

Hopefully she’ll let us do the same someday, said the evil voice in Jasmine’s head. As her mind was scrambled, she groaned heavily as she was forced to give birth down the throat of the gluttonous, evil sea witch. She shuddered, her hands squeezing at her massive belly as she tried to get her massive babies out. “Just come out…” she whined, feeling Ursula guiding the baby down her throat. The chubby-bellied infant was steadily forced out of her, and she could feel the rest lining up in her birth canal, stretching her out painfully.

Aladdin, meanwhile was coming down from his bliss high, his mind slowly coming back to his body as he adjusted to the feeling of pleasure shooting through his chunky body. As he came back to his senses, he looked around as best he could, leaning out of the massive ass cheeks holding him in place. His eyes widened as he saw Jasmine crying in pain, giving birth down Ursula’s throat, the sea witch’s neck bulging as she swallowed the first of their children.

A part of him knew he should have expected this. Mirage never let Jasmine give birth before, eating her kids. Letting a guest eat them was new, but still, he should have seen it coming. He’d gotten careless, and let himself feel hope. He struggled to free himself from Mirage’s massive cheeks, wanting to go over and comfort Jasmine as she gave birth.

And where are you going? Mirage thought, clenching her massive asscheeks.

“My wife… I have to… be there for her…” Aladdin protested, trying to shove his way backwards. But Mirage’s steadily fattening cheeks were too soft, already grown so much that she could just lift up her feet to sit down.

No, Mirage said. You’re going to stay here, mounted in my pussy. I don’t think I’m done with you yet. The feline goddess chuckled, savoring Aladdin’s surge of struggling and fear.

“Please… Please, my goddess, I…” Aladdin begged.

Pitiful. Just pitiful, Mirage said. The great hero, reduced to a fat old man begging for a chance to tell his wife that it’ll be okay as her babies slide down the gullet of a gluttonous octopus. And indeed, Ursula had already started gulping down the second of Jasmine’s children, Jasmine whimpering in pain, tears streaming down her face, her eyes tightly closed. Even in her madness, she didn’t want to even chance witnessing this. She felt as if her mind would dissolve completely if she saw one of her babies go down another’s throat.

“Yes…” Aladdin whimpered. “Yes, I’m pathetic…”

Good thing for you you’re not pathetic in bed, Mirage teased. You just wait here. And watch. She concentrated, forming a phantom version of Jasmine in her Scourge of the Desert form, a blue rose in her hair. The phantom, standing on Mirage’s cheeks, grinned savagely and forced Aladdin to watch as his blushing bride gave birth down Ursula’s throat.

Ah, cruelty, Mirage thought. Torturing him never gets old. Even if I do repeat myself from time to time. Another advantage to having Ursula – the sea witch might provide her with ideas for tormenting Aladdin and Jasmine she hadn’t thought of yet. She continued her feast, the row of people waiting to be swallowed stretching out into Agrabah proper. And as the line shrank, her belly grew, surpassing the size of a hot air balloon and rapidly swelling to the size of a zeppelin. It was an endless feast, more and more delicious meat going down her greedy gullet. And as her belly gurgled and glorped, turning the people inside of her stomach into more and more blubber on her body, something else came out.

FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLL

Aladdin coughed and gagged as the gas washed over him, the Scourge phantom keeping him from turning his head away as Mirage’s ass started to grow upward around Aladdin’s body, trapping him more and more in her massive mounds of blubber. Mirage shuddered in pleasure as she thought about engulfing Aladdin in her ass fat. She almost wanted to send him to meet the same fate as Saleen, the arrogant mermaid wriggling so nicely in her bowels before she found herself digested. The siren’s soul lingered around her anus, feeling it every time Mirage relieved herself. A fate a creature like her deserved.

Ursula glanced back over at Aladdin, smirking as she sucked up the second of the five heavily fat babies. She patted her massive gut, wondering how big the six kittens in her belly would be once she gave birth to them. Unlike the rather unfortunate Jasmine, she knew a spell to turn her pain into pleasure. For now, she was content to wait until her babies were fully grown before she gave birth. Privately, she wondered if Mirage would eat HER babies…

Yours I’ll keep, Mirage thought to Ursula. I like you too much in a non-sadistic way to do that to you.

...Well that worked out well. Ursula, content now, fully relaxed, her increasingly fat tentacles flopping about as she moaned in bliss, sucking Jasmine’s babies down her throat. She could hear Jasmine yelp and moan in pleasure as each baby passed through her, fluids getting all over her chins as she sucked and tugged and gulped and swallowed. Her stomach glorped and gurgled and groaned, sloshing heavily as her prey was moved about. A third baby was on its way down her throat, the fourth already getting devoured.

Jasmine sobbed desperately. A part of her was angry at the people of Agrabah for not helping her. For their mindless, happy smiles they wore as they silently held her up so she could feed the vicious octopus attached to her pussy. The Scourge part of her broken mind was starting to gain ground as she glared at one particularly vapid chubby woman patiently waiting her turn to be eaten.

They broke so easily, Scourge said in Jasmine’s head. They’re all just pawns. Playthings. Why not play with them yourself?

“...Why not indeed?” Jasmine said, thinking aloud. She recognized the woman she glared at. She had been one of her teachers under her father’s reign, a particularly arrogant woman who disdained working with ‘such an arrogant, willful girl.’ As it turned out, Aladdin was particularly skilled in the subject she taught, and did it in a way that made it much more entertaining. She didn’t need the woman. So she said a prayer to Mirage.

My goddess, the maddened, pain-riddled princess thought. Please… Make it so this woman never comes back.

We’ll see, Mirage said, feeling her own belly start to brush against the ceiling as it grew larger and larger. Impress me, slave.

Jasmine reached out for her former teacher, screaming as her fourth child was ripped from her pussy and sucked down Ursula’s throat. Sensing that Jasmine wanted her, she leaned forward, climbing onto Jasmine’s massive gut. She leaned in, getting her big-nosed face close to Jasmine… only for Jasmine to bite it off.

Ursula laughed inwardly as she heard the splash of blood. She didn’t know what was going on, but seeing Jasmine start eating another woman even as she gave birth down her throat was delightfully fun. She started in on the last of Jasmine’s babies, savoring Jasmine’s pained whimpering, the sound muffled by the meat in her mouth.

Jasmine crunched and chomped, biting through bone with magically enhanced force, greedily devouring her former teacher, wanting her to disappear completely. She would take out her pain on a woman she hated. The teacher’s body hung limply against Jasmine’s as she kept eating, ravenously ripping off chunks of meat, not really tasting anything, just eating to help keep her mind off of the pain. She barely tasted the woman, jaws digging in over and over, just wanting to erase her from existence. In her madness and pain, she was overinflating how much influence the woman had on her life, but she was a convenient scapegoat nevertheless.

Mirage would have laughed, but her mouth was full. The room had gone from an orgy to an orgy of gluttony, and she couldn’t be happier. Ursula was getting her fill, sucking down the last of Jasmine’s babies from her overly stretched cunt, the sea witch intent on eating the afterbirth as well, Jasmine was literally tearing someone apart, and her own belly was starting to ooze out of the room due to how big it was. Life was good.

Well, her life was good, anyway. Fuck what everyone else was going through.

And outside the palace, on the roof of a brothel, Ariel was sitting up just enough to see as Razoul pointed it out.

“There,” the former guard said. “Its starting to emerge. Mirage’s belly.”

Indeed, Mirage’s fat, heavy gut was pressing against the doorway, having pushed it open and starting to break the walls, hairline fractures showing.

“Huh,” Ariel said softly. “That’s impressive. Even Ursula can’t eat that many. As far as I know, anyway. I can’t remember her glutting herself beyond a handful of people…”

“Then you’ve just seen your mentor surpassed,” Razoul said. Ariel nodded, visibly pleased with the idea that there was some heights that Ursula couldn’t reach (for the moment).

Back in the party, Ursula finished slurping the last of Jasmine’s fat, chubby babies out of her womb. They’d gotten so much food from their mama they’d become rather fat themselves, the thick, heavy babies wriggling around desperately in her throat and in her titanic stomach, Ursula biting off the umbilical cords and slurping them up. She felt the babies settle into the gurgling, churning morass of her stomach, a great, heavy dome that rose up in her field of vision, although one that was slowly reducing in size as her prey lost definition. She licked at Jasmine’s stretched open pussy, slurping at it, and locking her lips over it as she swallowed the afterbirth as well. The bloody mess easily went down her throat, Ursula patting her massive belly and sighing in absolute pleasure. She glanced over at Jasmine, as she polished off her own meal.

Jasmine, actually, had passed out from the pain of her babies literally being sucked out of her womb. She was acting on pure instinct at this point, chomping and tearing away at the fat woman in her grasp, reducing her to a skeleton as she ravenously slurped up her meat from her bones, crunching up the bones as well. She let out animalistic moans, her eyes glazed over with unconsciousness as she more or less ate the woman in her sleep. The brainwashed citizens watched impassively as their queen glutted herself, smearing blood and fat all over her chins and cleavage. So massive was she that even though the woman was quite large, the bulging blob that was Jasmine’s belly only got slightly larger. She’d need to feast much more before her belly expanded any further.

Finally, the woman was gone. Jasmine bit her hands, she was so intent on eating, waking herself up ever so slightly. She looked around, seeing that the woman was gone, and used her hands to slurp up the gory remnants on her cleavage and chins. She got most of it before drifting off to sleep again, her pussy aching as she slowly recovered from giving birth.

“UUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!” Ursula belched, almost casually turning to the side and letting out a fart as well, her steadily fattening ass-cheeks rippling from the force of it.

FFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

She smacked her lips, looking at her aching, heavily stretched gut. She could feel the blubber in her body growing thicker and thicker, her tentacles becoming more and more fatter as her ass started to rise up behind her. In rebellion, Ursula thought with amusement, shaking her steadily widening hips. Booty rebellion, trying to take over my body. She was… content. Absolutely, completely content.

That hadn’t happened in a very long time, not since her first night with Flotsam and Jetsam. This was quite pleasing, oh yes. She licked her lips, looking over at Mirage, who just kept growing and growing, her belly a widely stretched mass of people slowly softening down into more flab for her gluttonous body. It was inspirational to see, the wicked, wicked woman feeling nothing but admiration for Mirage. She yawned, a post-meal torpor coming over her. She watched as Aladdin was slowly engulfed by Mirage’s ass fat, the phantom of Jasmine’s Scourge self vanishing as his vision was blocked off by feline booty. Ursula smiled. Mirage could handle herself. She had no worries, so she yawned and closed her eyes, just sitting right there in her own growing pile of fat, letting herself get bigger as she drifted off to dreamland.

In her dreams, she dreamed of drinking the world’s oceans, replacing blue with the gray and black of her blubber, all life in the oceans wriggling about helplessly, drowning in her belly… My, what wonderful dreams Mirage inspired.

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Later…

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Ariel awoke with a start as Razoul tapped her on the belly. The heavily bloated former mermaid woke up, looking with a start at the former palace guard, who was smiling sadly. “She calls for you,” he said. “My goddess and her consort.”

Ariel chuckled. “So she’s finally submitted herself to someone,” she said. She hefted herself upright, at the same time a powerful, massive fart coming from the palace area.

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT

Ariel looked over, and gaped. Mirage’s belly was so huge that it almost completely smothered the city. It was only by sheer luck that the brothel hadn’t been crushed. The steadily softening features of hundreds of people writhed about inside her belly, slowly losing definition as they were digested into more and more blubber and fat for the ravenous embodiment of evil. Her belly quivered every so often, a new fart or massive belch erupting from the palace at a regular interval.

“BBBBBBRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!”

Ariel looked at Mirage’s belly. “I can’t help but feel that this is an ending,” she said. “I think… I think I might finally be free of her.”

Razoul sighed. “Would that I would share your fate. But even at her happiest, Mirage will never let go of those she considers ‘hers.’ She enjoys my despair-induced apathy too much,” he said. He gently lifted Ariel’s hand. “A shame… Now that I have finally seen the real you.”

Ariel blinked. Her confusion obvious, one of the nearby feline concubines held up a hand mirror, showing her.

The former mermaid gasped softly, touching her face. Her youth had been completely restored. No longer was she a withered old lady. Her fat, heavy body was now firm and tight with youth, and while her titanic ass still had several dimples in it, her boobs and ass were no longer as saggy and floppy as they were before. Her face now bore no age lines, the chubbiness of her cheeks making her fattened face look even younger. And best of all, at least in Ariel’s view, was her hair. Her hair was no longer that pinkish gray, but rather the impressive, fiery red she sported at the beginning of this adventure when she still believed that good existed.

“I’m young again!” Ariel cheered happily, hopping up and down. Sort of. Her blubber wobbled up and down, anyway, even if her feet didn’t leave the ground.

Razoul smiled, gently stroking her face. “And beautiful,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. Their lips met, and for a long moment, Ariel felt the electric surge of need within her flabby, heavy form. Once their lips parted, Razoul sighed. “A final taste of that beauty, should this truly be our goodbye.”

Ariel blushed brightly. But he was right. This definitely had the feeling of a farewell, not just to Agrabah, but to Ursula. And while a part of her was angry at being dismissed, she knew that this was for the best. Still… “I could petition Mirage to let you come with me,” she said. “We could rule the seas together.”

“You can try,” Razoul said, bowing to her. “You will fail. Go. Mirage’s patience can only last so long.”

He stepped away from her, a stairway magically appearing next to the brothel’s roof. And Ariel knew that she was expected to use it. She turned to Razoul. “Should this be our parting,” she said, “you will see me one more time before I go. And you will feel what a young, vital partner of my size can be like.”

Razoul smiled, bowing once more as Ariel stepped onto the massive staircase, her thick, heavy blubber wobbling with every step. Her gut, hanging down almost to her ankles, sloshed back and forth, the great glob extending three feet in front of her. Her huge, heavy breasts, nipples pert and firm in the cool night air, bounced freely on her great and massive gut. Fat piled around her feet with every step, her massive shelf of an ass shaking and wobbling.

It took her several minutes to get down the stairs, and all the while Mirage’s belches and farts could be heard from the castle.

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It was a disgusting sound. And a disgusting smell, the smell of methane and corpses digesting. Thankfully, Mirage decided to be considerate and put an oxygen mask on her, wedging the tube of oxygen into her ass cheeks as clean air was pumped into her lungs through her nose and mouth. The almost spherical former mermaid followed the path dictated by glowing lights, going into the castle through a side entrance since Mirage’s gut took up most of the front.

The sound of muffled screaming, whether in pain or pleasure Ariel couldn’t tell, got even closer and closer. She lost sight of Mirage as she made her way back to the palace ballroom. When she found her again, though, she was awestruck.

She looked almost exactly like her titanic real body in Morbia, her belly was just extending out longer. She was a titanic sea of blubber feline blubber. So massive was Mirage that she barely noticed Aladdin sitting with Jasmine in the pool, Jasmine giggling madly as Aladdin attempted to comfort her. Sadira sat nearby, grinning vapidly, her eyes empty of thought as she stood in attendance to her queen and sultan. Ariel took brief note of what they were doing and dismissed them. They weren’t important to her and never would be.

Mirage was massiveness incarnate, her titanic hill of an ass rippling every time she farted, and her tremendously distended gut rippling around her prey with every belch. Her stomach’s churning was impossibly loud, and she could barely hear herself think over to din of digestion, Mirage’s head laying in a sea of fat, her mouth opening occasionally to let out another titanic belch.

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Which wasn’t to say that Ursula, sitting atop the great mountain that was Mirage’s belly, wasn’t huge herself. Her great and vast minivan-sized gut sloshed and glorped as the last of her prey was steadily, including Jasmine’s unfortunate babies. Her tentacles were ridiculously fat and barely capable of moving, Ursula’s ass gotten so huge that it had started to rise up her back. Her arms were spread out to her side, sporting thick ‘wings’ of blubber, and her multi-chinned face had an almost cherubic smile on it. As if she wasn’t one of the most evil beings in the room.

Ariel chuckled. “I take it you had fun,” she said, using a little telepathic magic to be heard over the din of digestion. A few weeks ago, this sound of death and digestion would have driven her insane, Ariel noticed. Now? She barely batted an eye.

“UUUUUUUAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRP!” Ursula belched. “Somewhat.”

“I love what you’ve done with your voice,” Ariel teased. “So deep and dark.”

Ursula chuckled, her voice a low rumble from how thickly fat she was. “You should hear Mirage when she’s not belching up a storm. Now THAT is deep,” she laughed.

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“BBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARP! Oh, excuse me…” Ursula said, her massive booty cheeks rippling from the fart.

“No excuse for you,” Ariel said, chuckling. “I can’t help but notice that I’m young again.”

“Yes,” Ursula said. “Because, my dear… I wanted to say goodbyyyeeerrrRRRRRRPPP!!”

Ariel stared. “...So after all that, after everything you’ve said, I’m being abandoned by the wayside,” she said.

Ursula shook her head. “I told you at the beginning, Ariel,” she said. “I told you that I’d keep you until I find something better. Which I have. Something so, so much better…” She chuckled, pausing as Mirage let out another belch and fart.

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“She’s going to knock down the palace with her belches at this rate,” Ariel said, noticing the shaking of the ruined room.

“Wouldn’t be the first time!” Sadira said brightly, Ariel and Ursula both ignoring her.

“Really, Ariel, I thought you’d be happier! You’ve been wanting to be free of me for quite some time now!” Ursula said. “And now you are! I’m even giving you the lair to keep, as well as the soul-eating swords, now that they’ve been tamed and won’t devour you just for touching them!”

THAT got Ariel’s attention. It was certainly a helluva gift. And to have those powerful swords enhancing her burgeoning magical prowess…

“Come up here, child,” Ursula said. “I promise I won’t bite. Anymore.”

Ariel gave Ursula a dry look. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly built for climbing,” she said. “I had to take my time getting here because I was just so TIRED.”

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“And that was just uncalled for,” Ariel joked, Ursula laughing, Ursula’s magic preventing them from being deafened by the belches. Ursula’s flabby tentacle twitched, and Ariel was magically levitated up to Ursula’s side, the massive redhead plopping down on the great sea of fat that Mirage had become. Ursula briefly took the time to teach Ariel how to do the levitation spell before getting to her point.

“Can you really say, Ariel, that you’re not glad to see me go? Even with whatever trauma-induced care for me you’ve gained, can you honestly say that you’ve not been dreaming of this moment for some time?” Ursula said.

“...No,” Ariel admitted. “I’ve wanted to get out of your aged, wrinkly, stinking presence for quite some time.” She sighed, slumping over a little. “Maybe it’s just because you’re letting me go instead of me winning my freedom by slaying you.”

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“And yes, suffocating you in Mirage’s ass was one of the methods of freeing myself I came up with,” Ariel said.

“Jokes on you I’m into that shit,” Ursula said, cackling as Ariel rolled her eyes.

The mermaid and octopan stared at each other for the longest time. “...So its really goodbye,” Ariel said softly. She still couldn’t quite believe it.

“That it is,” Ursula said. “From the bottom of what passes for my heart, thank you for keeping me company on this journey. I have found what my twisted, evil soul needs in Mirage. And I no longer need to keep abusing you to keep entertained.”

“No,” Ariel scoffed. “Now you have a whole kingdom to abuse.”

“Indeed,” Ursula said, smirking.

Ariel stared for a long moment, and shook her head. “Any chance I could convince Mirage to let me take Razoul back to the sea with me?” she said. The moment the words left her mouth, Ariel began convulsing in pain as all of the pain centers of her brain suddenly flared at once, leaving her a twitching, agonized mess on top of Mirage’s body.

“I’m guessing no,” Ursula said, looking over to the well of blubber where Mirage’s barely visible head rested, glowing eyes closing again as she went back to sleep.

Ariel shivered, muttering to herself. “Could have just said something,” she said.

“She could’ve. This was more evil,” Ursula said.

Ariel sneered. “What are you, her high priestess now?” she said, shaking her head when Ursula looked pleased at that notion. “Whatever, I don’t honestly care. If nothing else, I’m glad to be free of the semi-constant rapes.” She then realized something, and looked up. Ursula had a naughty grin on her face, her fattened tentacles starting to twitch again. “No… NO, DAMN IT, DON’T YOU-” She turned to run, but running was something she couldn’t do at this size. Especially not on the great sea of gurgling, sloshing blubber that Mirage had become.

“One more for the road, there’s a good girl,” Ursula said, tentacles forcing Ariel over underneath her massive belly, feeling her victim shudder as she pressed her tentacles between her thick, flabby legs and started pumping two of them in and out of the former mermaid’s snatch.

For the final time, Ariel found herself forcibly pressed against Ursula’s dripping wet womanhood, trapped underneath her titanically overinflated belly, stank from sweat and fat washing over her. Growling, she just shook her head and started slurping and probing with her tongue. She knew what got the fat old hag off by now. She couldn’t believe that she had thought she’d miss her, even for a minute. What a hideous bitch, she was. She and Mirage deserved each other.

Ursula could guess what Ariel was thinking, and didn’t much care. She panted, her fat, heavy body quivering with delight. Mirage’s massive belly was the perfect bed for them to lay on, the goddess starting to purr as their writhing unintentionally gave her a belly rub, helping to process the countless people in her stomach. Ursula herself barely noticed, licking her lips lustfully as Ariel’s tongue twisted in and out of her fat, stinky snatch, sweat dripping down her blubber from the desert heat. She was sloshing back and forth so much she almost felt like she was back into the oceans. She moaned, fondling her massive belly and breasts as she forced Ariel to tongue fuck her.

Which wasn’t to say Ariel was getting as good as she was giving. Her babies were stirring around inside her tummy as Ursula’s tentacles probed her, the two fatty tendrils spreading her pussy out tightly, a sucker popping off and on her clit as they thrust in and out, in and out, leaving the bloated former mermaid writhing about on her great bed of a belly, a moan escaping her throat despite her annoyance. Ariel growled as surges of pleasure shot through her over and over, nipping at Ursula’s sensitive, fattened petals and making the octopan witch yip in delight. She really wished her last act with Ursula wasn’t bringing her pleasure.

And pleasure is definitely what was rippling through Ursula’s heavy body, the sea witch panting in desire as Ariel’s tongue lapped in and out and around her womanhood, tasting her juices as they built up, unintentionally adding to the stank Ariel’s nose was trapped in. Ursula’s free tentacles that weren’t fucking Ariel or holding her in place twitched and writhed about, the two of them sloshing heavily on top of Mirage’s massive body. She shivered in pleasure, savoring how good she felt, her blubbersome body quaking as she got closer and closer to her climax. “Oh… Oh Ariel yes… You always know how to make mommy feel good…” she said, chuckling inwardly.

Ariel growled at Ursula, biting her clit as hard as she could and only making the sea witch yelp in desire. She sighed, defeated, and went back to working over that clit with her tongue. The air was starting to get stale under here. Especially with the fart that came from Ursula’s ass moments later.

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And yet despite that Ariel couldn’t help but feel good, those tentacles probing her in all the right ways. One hand found its way to her breast while the other balanced her as best she could, her toes curling as she felt her own climax rising. She panted softly as she probed and slurped and licked, hoping Ursula would cum soon and let her go. She was starting to need air. So she shot her tongue in DEEP…

And that is what finally put Ursula over the edge. The sea with let out a howl of pleasure as she came, her blubbery body quivering and gurgling as she gushed fluids all over Ariel’s tongue, the former mermaid doing her best to lap them up. “UUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOORRRP OH YEESSS!!!!” she moan/belched.

Ariel felt her own climax hit moments later, the former mermaid moaning as pleasure shot through her entire body, leaving her a quivering mass of fat girl, her toes curled up as she writhed in sheer delight. So wrapped up in her lust was she that she didn’t feel Ursula absorbing the last of the spells keeping Ariel bound to her through her tentacles in her pussy.

Oh, she could have done that with any touch, but… well, Ursula wanted to make their goodbye special. Give Ariel something to remember her by.

Once the pleasure haze had faded, Ursula surprised Ariel by pulling her out from underneath her belly. She sighed, patting her gut in satisfaction. “Thank you, my dear,” Ursula said. “That was a fine final fuck. You can go now.”

“...That’s it?” Ariel said. “Not even going to let me bathe?”

Ursula shrugged dismissively. “Do as you wish,” she said. “I am here with my beloved Mirage. I’ve had a good journey, and I am content. I have reached out, my tentacles grasping victory and pulling it to my breast… and I will treasure this victory forever.”

“...I’m going straight to Razoul to get the taste of YOU out of my mouth,” Ariel declared.

Ursula just ignored her, closing her eyes and going to sleep.

Ariel stared at her, and then looked around. It really was over. She was free. And she had full control of the lair now, access to all of Ursula’s books and treasures. It felt almost… anti-climactic.

“No,” Ariel said, mainly to herself. “No, this is simply a transition. The climax comes when I finally return to Atlantica and take the throne, the OCEANS for myself…” A part of her wondered if she still even wanted it. But every time she thought of her father, she felt nothing but anger. Clenching her fists, she levitated herself off of Mirage. Time to go to work.

“Cute kid,” Mirage said, hiccuping.

Ursula nodded. “I’m honestly proud of her,” she said. “I know I have the worst possible way of showing it, but I-”

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Both women snickered. Ursula continued her thought, reaching back as best she could to pat her titanic ass. “But I do care for her, in my way,” she said.

Mirage smirked. “It UUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPP does raise several questions about your ability as a mother.”

Ursula laughed. “I’m going to treat my lovely octo-kittens right,” she said. “Her I abused as a proxy way of hurting her idiot father.”

Mirage nodded. “Father too powerful?” she asked.

“Blessed by Poseidon to wield a trident with his might,” Ursula said. “Tried for it for years before I decided on proxy revenge through ArieEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP!”

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“That was a disgustingly wet one,” Ursula said.

Mirage laughed. “I should return this avatar to my real body and eat it,” she said. “Mmmph, I wonder how much more of me will ooze off of my platform once I digest all this meat…”

Ursula shivered in lust. “The fact that you deliberately chose something too small, it’s just… MMMPH…”

Mirage grinned, and the two of them vanished in a swirl of darkness, reappearing in Morbia. And Ursula saw, that for as big as the massive avatar of Mirage was that ate the citizens of Agrabah, she was still only half as big as Mirage’s real body.

“Fantastic…” Ursula said from the extra platform her own blobular form lay on. As she watched, Mirage started to eat her avatar’s ass, greedily gulping her down, lips spreading widely over those ass cheeks, her real body’s facial cheeks so huge that it looked like Mirage’s avatar was disappearing into a wall of blubber. The sheer gluttony of the act, of eating a woman so huge… it was beyond thrilling, and reminded Ursula again of how much she loved this kitty.

Gulp after gulp, yard after yard of sheer unadulterated ASS meat got swallowed by the ravenous feline. And Ursula watched, slipping a fatty tentacle underneath her blubber to pleasure herself. Mirage had finally finished swallowing her avatar’s ass, when she realized something.

“...Oh you cheeky bitch,” Mirage said with amusement.

Ursula blinked. “What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“...Part of the pleasures in life I have are tormenting Aladdin and Jasmine psychologically. But sometimes I like tormenting Razoul, too,” Mirage said. “Your dear apprentice just made sure that I’ll never be able to do that again.”

Ursula blinked, and began cackling, realizing what had happened. “Well done, girl!” Ursula said. “A final message of disdain… I totally approve! A perfect sendoff for the new ‘Sea Witch!”

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The Lair…

Moving towards the nearest ocean as FAST as she can…

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On its gaunt, terrifying legs, the bestial lair that once belonged to Ursula trundled along. It powered through, heading STRAIGHT for the oceans, its new mistress calmly relaxing in what used to be Ursula’s bed.

Inside her belly, Razoul squirmed about, the rather unfortunate guard screaming in agony as he was digested, his massive, muscular body stretching Ariel’s belly out greatly, making it bigger than the rest of Ariel’s heavily fat body. She smacked her lips, patting her stomach as she felt the guard slowly die, his meat breaking down into more fat for the soon-to-be-a-mermaid again to enjoy.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining so much,” Ariel said. “UUUUUUUUUURRRRP! You’re helping me send one final fuck you to the dismissive bitches that abandoned me when they didn’t need me anymore.” Razoul desperately punched Ariel’s stomach, making her gut bulge out. “Oomph, I can see why you were the guard captain.” She licked her lips, giggling.

Razoul just screamed, desperately struggling to get out of the toxic death chamber that was Ariel’s stomach. He was… he was as offended as he was agonized. He’d tried emotionally bonding with this psychopathic bitch. Hell, they’d even fucked. She’d let him have all of her holes, her suctioning mouth, her fat, stinky pussy, even her gassy ass. Compared to Mirage, her gas was almost roses. And she just… CHOMPED HIM UP! As if it meant nothing!

“It didn’t,” Ariel said, shocking Razoul. “And yes, I can read your thoughts. I’ve been experimenting with magic since Ursula started quote/unquote ‘teaching’ me. It’s apparently a very basic spell. Mirage’s raw power prevents me from reading her mind, aaaand I can’t really do anything to Ursula because she KNOWS me and set up barriers to protect me. You’re the first person I’ve ever really had a chance to use it on since gaining the hang of it. Forgive me, though, if I don’t stay in your mind long. You’re in incredible pain for… well, understandable reasons.”

“I HATE YOU!” Razoul said, and it was the last thing he was able to say as his tongue and jaw were melted off.

“You should thank me!” Ariel said. “I’m not keeping your soul. Mirage by now obviously isn’t coming to claim it.” She hoped, anyway. She would feel better once she was back in the ocean. “You’re truly, truly free of this awesome shithole of a life!”

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Ariel laughed a little as she let out a massive fart. She lay contentedly on Ursula’s bed (her bed now, she thought gleefully) and relaxed, listening to her stomach gurgle and glorp as the massive man was processed down into blubber for her tremendous body. Freedom. She was free. And now she was returning home as a great and powerful sea witch…

The redhead stood up. It hadn’t even been a year, and yet it felt like a lifetime had passed. She’d gone so far, traveled to so many amazing places… and utterly destroyed them. Arrendale, China, and now Agrabah… although to be fair that was mostly Mirage and it came pre-destroyed. “So little time…” she said softly. “And I’ve changed so much…” She gestured to Ursula’sher cauldron, calling up a bubble and shaping it into a mirror.

She was massive. A great, heavy thing full of meat and gore, flesh hanging off of her body like a cloak. She’d gone from being an explorer with endless curiosity and a deep, abiding love of her family to a great, fat brute of a woman. From a weakling who’s best weapon was her musical voice, to a powerful sorceress. Not as powerful as Ursula, certainly, but she was learning, and growing. From a princess to a witch. She’d suffered so much for so long, and now she was going home.

Home… Ha, what a concept. This lair was her home. Her inheritance. She didn’t even recognize herself now. And not just because of the fat. But she didn’t see the same person in her eyes anymore. Gone was the hopeful curiosity and naivety. Gone was the princess who just wanted to sing, and explore, and be with her family.

It was stunning. It left her gobsmacked how different she was. It was as if everything had been before was stripped away, leaving this fat carnivore. A stirring in her guts reminded her, she was a PREGNANT fat carnivore, impregnated by the sea witch.

“Poseidon’s beard… What would my sisters say?” she said softly. “Sweet little Ariel. Although little hardly applies to me anymore.” She began to chuckle softly. “My sisters… My dear, sweet darling sisters… Who never made a single effort to try and understand me, or my curiosity…” She began laughing harder. “And of course, my dear FATHER, who couldn’t even BEGIN to understand how I felt, so he just DESTROYED my collection! All my effort for NOTHING!! I made the choice, I concede that! But damned if Daddy-O didn’t shove me in Ursula’s direction!” She laughed even harder, practically howling with laughter as it all came crashing down. Her laughs degenerated into screams as everything hit her all at once, tears streaming down her face, her blubber jiggling about as she thrashed about on the bed. She screamed and screamed and screamed.

She had NOTHING. Eric, GONE, his kingdom taken over by witches. Her father and sisters? They’d NEVER accept her now. Ursula? Fucking some giant blob of fat that was a cat at one point. Sebastian? Flounder? Her best friends? Gone. Devoured. Scuttle? ...By the seas, she couldn’t even remember. And it was her fault. She got lovesick for something she could never have. And now here she was. In a lair that was just as much of a castoff as she was. Ursula had literally cast off her old life to live with her psychotic, far more powerful than she was girlfriend. She was nothing. She had nothing. She was trash.

“Well, that’s just flat out not true,” said a voice that sent chills down Ariel’s spine. She looked up, and saw Maleficent’s impossibly fat face looking out at her through a portal of unholy green flames. And yet strangely, there was almost kindness in those glowing green eyes, almost like lights of hope in the blackness of her being.

“...Have you come to mock me, then?” Ariel said, glaring at the dragoness. “Or to have yourself a snack?”

“No,” Maleficent said. “I’ve come simply to offer advice.”

“Why?” Ariel muttered. “I am a castoff. A failed apprentice! I sold my soul and the devil I sold it to decided I had no value!”

“Wow, you really had come to latch onto her, hadn’t you?” Maleficent said, amused.

Tears were streaming down Ariel’s face. “...Yes,” she said. And it was painful to admit. “With my father betraying me, she… she had become a mother to me. Now no one wants me...”

“And who says you need anyone, hm?” Maleficent said. “Mother birds literally kick their children out of the nest to help them fly. Perhaps you are simply a baby bird to Ursula, and she is giving you your chance to fly.”

Ariel huffed, looking away. “She said as much… That doesn’t change the fact that it hurts…” she muttered.

“Such things will,” Maleficent said. “The point is how you react to them, my dear. You say you have nothing? I say you have an evil queen starter kit.”

Slowly, Ariel turned towards Maleficent. “...What do you mean?”

“Tell me something, mermaid,” Maleficent said. “Can you truly say, in your heart of hearts, that you love your family? Your sister and fathers? Prince Eric? Or even Ursula? You know what love feels like, girl. Even with as much hatred as you’ve experienced since Ursula took you in, you remember that warm, gushy feeling that comes from love. Familial or otherwise.”

Ariel frowned. She looked through her memories. She thought about Eric. Ursula. Her father and sisters. Even her mother. And there was nothing. Just a dull ache.

Maleficent smiled softly as she saw the growing astonishment in Ariel’s eyes. “Love. Your mother had the temerity to die and abandon you. Your sisters never cared about you or your interests. Your father abandoned you. Ursula… well, she’s Ursula. And Eric doesn’t have it in his heart to forgive you. So why give anything resembling a damn about any of them, hm?” she asked.

“That… is a very good question…” Ariel said softly. And Maleficent grinned. The last lingering sentiment had been burned away. Leaving only a burgeoning evil, a fledgling cruelty. THAT she would nurture.

“Ursula abandoned the seas for a sea of sand. And she’s given you all the keys to take her place. To be something WORSE than she ever was...”

“As you dominate evil on the land,” Ariel said, nodding firmly, “so I shall become the goddess of evil in the seas.” She could do it. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. She would bring Hell itself to the oceans.

“You have done well,” Maleficent said. “Embrace the shadows in your soul, Ariel. I have but one last piece of advice.” She smirked, the portal slowly closing. “Does ‘Ariel’ sound like the threatening name of a goddess of the sea to you?”

The portal Maleficent was viewing her through closed. Ariel thought about it, and realized that yeah, Ariel was a rather gentle name. And she was done being gentle. “I’ll think about it later,” she said. She hefted her bulk into a standing position, Razoul nothing more than a lump of meat and bone in her gut at this point, and waddled out into the main room. She headed directly for where the soul-eating swords were. As she got close, dark voices in her head whispered the names of the two blades to her. The black blade was Soul Edge. And the white blade was Soul Calibur.

“You better be right about these two being tamed,” she muttered, reaching out and grabbing both weapons. Her hands closed around the hilts of Soul Calibur and Soul Edge… and the blades began to change.

Soul Edge melted into slag, the fleshy parts of the blade compressing into a ball in her hand. Moments later, the ball of flesh and eyes sprung open, the metal forming into an ugly black trident with jagged prongs, an eye looking out of the connection point where the staff of the trident met the prongs themselves. Fleshy veins covered the trident, and Ariel could feel them pulsing with life.

Soul Calibur broke apart, the crystalline shards that composed its being shifting and swirling around the central blue core. The shards reformed, the central blue core of the blade taking the same spot as the eye on Soul Edge, as Soul Calibur formed itself into a similar shape as Soul Edge, becoming a mighty, crystal-pronged trident.

Ariel looked over the two weapons in astonishment. And then laughed. “Of course…” she said. “You take on the form of whatever weapon most suits the person holding you. And since I am no swordswoman, you take on this form instead, something I know how to use!” She twirled the two tridents, and chuckled. She transferred Soul Edge to the same hand as Soul Calibur, gently rubbing her belly as she felt her children squirming curiously. “Don’t worry, my darlings. My new tridents will only be used on those who annoy me.” She smirked. As she did, though, a thought crossed her head.

She called the mirror bubble out from her bedroom, smiling at her reflection now. Gone were her doubts, her feelings of loneliness. She didn’t need anyone. Anyone she wanted, she could simply take. She didn’t need approval anymore, either. She would restart her collection, and if anyone dared harm it? Well… her tridents may have been tamed, but their hungers still lingered.

She made a few ‘calls’ on the cauldron bubble, reverting it to its spherical form. The first call she made was to the witches. They were pleased to hear from her, and to hear about the update from Ursula. They all congratulated Ariel on ‘graduating’ from Ursula, a concept that astonished Ariel to the point of silence for a few moments before she simply thanked them. She then searched for Eric’s servant, the old man Grimsby. The cauldron bubble kept showing her an image of a chaos demon enslaved to what looked like a floating triangle in a top hat. It took her a few tries before she realized that the chaos demon was Grimsby.

Which left one more person she wanted to say goodbye to.

The viewing portal formed, showing Eric hiding behind some corn stalks. To Ariel’s surpise, a tall, blond man in a black leather trenchcoat with cruel red eyes showing through is sunglasses stormed by. She knew the material. She’d seen it on some of Mirage’s partygoers. But this man and the knife he twirled were something different entirely.

For a brief moment, Eric couldn’t recognize the mermaid that had saved him. The peasant girl he had fallen in love it. But once he did… “You…” Eric scowled. “Why do you keep coming into my life?! What do you want with me?!” He quickly covered his mouth, and the blond man started looking around, black tentacles emerging from his coatsleeve.

Quickly adjusting the spell so that only Eric could hear her, she said, “Would you believe me if I said I wanted to apologize?” Eric scoffed. Ariel chuckled. “No… No, I wouldn’t either. But I do want to apologize. It was never my intention to let your country be taken over by a coven of witches.” She had to bite back her laughter as Eric’s eyes widened.

“No… Nonono…” he said. He looked stricken. The blonde man turned, eyes flashing red beneath his sunglasses as he reversed the grip on his knife, holding it up as he slowly stalked towards Eric. “My people… my people…”

Ariel grinned. “And I’m sorry about Grimsby. Poor devil. Became a chaos demon,” she said.

“Grimsby?” Eric said, looking broken. “I… you…” He looked direct at Ariel and screamed. “What did I ever do to deserve this?!”

“Nothing,” Ariel conceded. “I came to you at first because I loved you. A handsome human, and I the little mermaid. But that ship has sunk. Now?” She smirked. “I’m just cutting the last of my ties, indulging in a little pointless cruelty… Y’know, that sort of thing.”

“You… I’ll find a way out of here! I’ll find a way back home! Then I’ll slaughter every mermaid in the sea!” Eric snarled, blinding hatred filling his eyes.

“One… that’s what I’m going to do, at least to mermaids who get in my way,” Ariel said. “Two? I’d be more concerned with whose about to slaughter you.”

Eric screamed in agony as the blond man’s knife drove deep into his shoulder. The blond man noticed Ariel’s portal, and smirked, giving her a salute with two fingers, before picking up Eric and throwing him over his shoulder. “Forgive me for interrupting,” the blond man said in a deep, rich voice, “but this fool has a date with a hook.”

“You weren’t interrupting a thing,” Ariel said. “I was done hurting him anyway.”

The blond man chuckled, nodding to her and headed off. Ariel closed the window, returning the bubble to the cauldron. She wondered briefly about the man’s style of dress, and decided it wasn’t important. For all she knew time travel was involved. Mirage mentioned something about time…

She was distracted by water rushing its way into her lair. “Didn’t even realize,” Ariel said softly, heading back into her bedchambers and sitting down. “We must have reached the oceans.” And indeed, the familiar feel of salt water, cool and refreshing, washed over her, the leftover sands of Agrabah getting cleaned off of her as more and more of the lair began to flood. She glanced over to the garden of trapped souls, all of them moaning softly as seawater covered them. “Aren’t you excited? We’re going back to the water!” Ariel laughed, shivering a little as she began to adjust to the chill of the oceans again. There was a tingling sensation, Ariel flopping on the floor as her legs changed into a tail. She smiled, flexing her fins. “Well hello there,” she said. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Her tail had become thick and blubbersome, growing longer as well, becoming almost eel-like. The waters got deeper and deeper. Ariel reflexively held her breath as her head was covered, but let it out moments later, her body reminding itself that she was a waterbreather to begin with.

She giggled, floating for the first time in days. And she began to swim. She was slow and clumsy in her swimming at first – months of walking can make you forget a skill you once had. But soon she was darting around the lair, or doing so as best she could now that she was so ridiculously fat.

Her blubber floated about, as did her hair, Ariel laughing. For the first time in months, she felt like HERSELF again. Oh, she had learned to work on land well enough, but in her heart of what was left of her heart, she was a sea creature. And she belonged in the sea.

“Seas that will soon belong to me,” she said. Swimming to the entrance of her lair, she watched as it went deeper and deeper, strutting along until finally it settled in familiar place. Ariel chuckled softly. “I’ve really come full circle, haven’t I?” She sighed. “To leave the sea for love, to come back to the seas without any in my heart.”

As she turned, she noticed a couple figures in the darkness. She motioned them forward, and to her surprise, it was Flotsam and Jetsam. “Incredible,” she said. “Still alive after all this time…”

“We are skilled, Mistress…” Flotsam said.

“And Ursula gave us extended lives as well, that we would live as long as she does,” Jetsam said. They both watched her hesitantly.

Ariel considered the two eels, and decided that while she may not need anyone to love… it wouldn’t hurt to keep them around for company. And besides – taking care of the two of them would be like repaying Ursula for the good moments she’d shown her. “Well… Come on in, then,” Ariel said. “It’d make no sense to just talk to myself anyway. I’m not that crazy. Yet.” The two eels traded amused looks, and followed Ariel inside the lair.

“Where is Mistress anyway?” Flotsam asked.

“We miss her,” Jetsam said.

“She’s gallivanting on land with a goddess of evil and hunger,” Ariel said. “Pretty sure that you’re not going to see her again.” She looked at the two. “I’m not her. I’m not going to try to be her. But I will succeed where she has failed – I will bring the city of Atlantica, the Oceans themselves, to heel. I will destroy Triton and take the Trident of Poseidon for myself!”

“Your father is your foe now?” Flotsam said.

Ariel picked up Soul Edge, smirking. “Foe implies that he’s a threat. Triton is an OBSTACLE. I will purge the oceans of everything I don’t need. And right now? I don’t need my family.” She looked over to the garden of souls, trapped as pathetic sea creatures, and sneered. “And I don’t need these things either. I won’t be taking prisoners.” She picked up Soul Calibur as well, and pointed the two tridents at the garden. Wispy blue energy flowed from each polyp into the two tridents, which made rumbles of satisfaction as they were fed. Flotsam and Jetsam eyed the weapons warily, making a note to stay on the good side of their mistress. Ariel just smirked at them. “Prepare yourselves,” she said. “Tomorrow we move on Atlantica. What I do to my father will make what I did to Sebastian and Flounder all those months ago seem pleasant.”

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The next day…

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Triton was not the man he used to be. He was still mighty, to be sure. But guilt and grief had withered those mighty muscles of his, the merman looking much smaller than before. His white beard and hair had streaks of withered gray in it, and his expression was perpetually sad.

His advisors didn’t know what to do to help him. The current music director was a talented man, but he lacked Sebastian’s wit and wisdom. Triton did his duties and just sort of… wandered. His daughters did most of the work of assuaging the kingdom’s fears.

Ariel, he thought over and over again. Oh, he could fake good cheer in the presence of his other daughters well enough. He was so very grateful for them, that he hadn’t chased them away. And to be fair, he did try for the most part to be a good king. But Ariel, his youngest, so very much like her mother… she was gone. And he didn’t know what to do.

As he sat on his throne, one of his guards came in. “Yes?” Triton said. “What is it?” He didn’t look up. Looking up was an effort. The other officials in the room looked for him.

“…” The guard looked both frightened and confused all at once. “...Presenting the Princess Ariel of Atlantica.”

Triton’s eyes flashed white, and he stood up on his throne. “That’s not funny,” he said, lightning sparking around his form. “That’s not funny at all.”

“Oh believe me, daddy, it’s no joke,” said a voice both familiar and unfamiliar. Wielding twin tridents, one unholy and pulsing with flesh, one holy and glittering with crystal, Ariel swam into the room, flanked by Flotsam and Jetsam.

She was massive. Her tail was at least double the length of a normal mermaid’s, thick with fat. Her hips were wide enough for five mermaids to stand side by side, her ass a thick, wobbling pair of cheeks. Her belly was big enough to swallow Triton himself thrice over, a thick, blubber mass that gave everyone watching images of a very dangerous jellyfish. Her breasts were barely held in place by a seashell bra, her long red hair floating around like blood. There was a coldness in her eyes that made the watching advisors shiver. “I’m home, Daddy,” she said. There was no warmth in that voice.

Triton stared. He looked over the massive figure of the woman claiming to be his daughter. He wanted to disbelieve it, but… here she was. Far, far larger than before, but still… It was her. It was his beautiful Ariel. “I can’t believe it…” he said softly. “You’re back… you’re really back!!” He laughed happily, charging Ariel and hugging her. Ariel jolted, startled by getting actual affection from her father after so long. “Oh thank Poseidon! I’m so sorry, Ariel! I never should have destroyed your collection! I’m so sorry!”

No, Ariel thought. You shouldn’t have. A trace of sadness crossed Ariel’s face. She couldn’t bring herself to accept the apology, as heartfelt and true as it was.

“But how did you get away?!” Triton asked. “Ursula-”

“Let me go,” Ariel said, scowling. “She found something better and was done with me. My only consolation is that she left me everything. Her lair, her spellbooks, these tridents we found while on our journey, her pets…”

Triton frowned a little as he looked at Flotsam and Jetsam. The two sinister eels chuckled, bowing to Triton. The king shook his head, deciding to just roll with it. “Well, whatever the case – I’m so very glad to have you back, Ariel. Please… come sit with your old father. I want to talk to you so desperately…”

“Actually…” Ariel said softly. “Could that come later? I want to meet with my sisters first.”

Triton blinked. “OH! Oh, of course!” he said, laughing. “We can talk tonight! I will arrange a great feast to welcome you home!”

“The prodigal daughter returns,” Ariel said, briefly noting the merfolk’s confusion. “A human term. From one of their holy books.”

Triton chuckled. “Indeed,” he said. “The prodigal daughter. Go! We shall meet again this evening!”

Ariel, smiling wickedly, bowed and swam away, Flotsam and Jetsam chuckling. Triton, looking brighter and more alive than he had in months, happily swam up to his advisors and started ordering them around, making them set up the feast.

“Sir, there’s something clearly wrong with your daughter,” said one of the advisors.

“Indeed,” Triton said. “She’s gotten so FAT while under than brute Ursula’s control… Make sure she’ll have a LOT of food to eat.”

“No, sir, that’s not what I-” the advisor started to say.

“I’ll not hear of it!” Triton ordered, lightning blazing around him. “We WILL have a feast to honor Ariel’s return. Now GO!!!”

Triton swam off to arrange music for tonight’s feast. The advisors all looked at each other helplessly, and went to make the arrangements.

That night, the gala was attended by the vast majority of the kingdom. All were curious about the return of Ariel. Triton’s sudden cheerfulness certainly gave everyone a lot of reason to be cheerful themselves.

Triton and Ariel sat at the head of the main table, Flotsam and Jetsam floating near Ariel. The three tridents all lay in displays behind the rulers. Triton looked around worriedly. “...Your sisters should be here,” he said.

“They’ll be along,” Ariel said, smirking knowingly.

Triton, desperate to appease Ariel and keep her around, nodded, accepting this without question. Dishes were brought out. No one seemed to notice that the chefs and servers all had eyes either pitch black or crystal white. An especially massive platter was placed in front of Ariel, her licked her lips hungrily. Triton smiled, swimming upwards. “Good people of Atlantica! I bring you glad tidings this day! For my dear Ariel, my long lost daughter… she has returned to us unharmed! Ursula, for whatever reason, chose to let her go, and leave all her resources to her! The Sea Witch is no longer a threat, and my family is whole once more!” he cried out.

“HUZZAH!” the people cheered.

“Yes!” Ariel declared, the heavily obese mermaid said, swimming upwards a little. “Ursula is no longer a threat to Atlantica!” She grabbed the lid of the massive platter, and smirked. “But I am.” She yanked, tossing the lid upwards… revealing the perfectly cooked corpses of her sisters underneath it, bubbles of steam coming off of their bodies.

The crowd screamed and tried to flee, but the servers and several guards, all of whom had their souls fed to Ariel’s tridents earlier while she was traveling about the kingdom, moved to block the doors, keeping them all in place. “NO ONE IS LEAVING UNTIL I’M DONE EATING!!” Ariel snarled, summoning her tridents to her hands. “This is the order of your new queen! EVERYONE EAT!! OR YOU JOIN MY SIBLINGS ON MY PLATE!”

Sobbing in fright, moving with reluctance, the citizens all sat down and began to eat, the food at least tasty. Small comfort, everyone watching as Triton stared at the corpses of his elder daughters, Ariel smugly sauntering over to him. “What’s the matter, Daddy?” she said. “Having trouble?”

“I don’t…” Triton stammered. “I… Ariel? Why?” He was rapidly going catatonic as madness set in.

“It’s a bit of a long story,” Ariel said, sitting down and picking up one of her sister’s tails. She paused briefly, admiring her. She gently cupped Andrina’s head. The sassy brat was the first to welcome Ariel back. She’d almost regretted feeding her soul to Soul Calibur. (All of her sisters were fed specifically to Soul Calibur. For some reason she felt that devourment by Soul Edge would be the worse fate.) And indeed, Andrina was the kindest to her of Ariel’s sisters, in her own sassy, witty way.

Truth be told, she’d had a lovely relationship with her sisters. None of them bullied her, and if she’d stayed, Ariel theorized they probably would have taken her side. She couldn’t know for certain, of course, but still. There was something special around this – the first meal of her siblings. The first step to truly taking the throne, by eliminating everyone in front of her in the succession line in order of birth from youngest to eldest. She had mild regret for eating her siblings. But it wouldn’t save them. When one is making an omelet, one has to break a few eggs, after all. And if it meant her sisters were collateral, then so fucking be it.

Ariel’s jaws distended frighteningly wide as she started to swallow Andrina. The citizens of Atlantica and Triton watched as their princess greedily gobbled up a member of her own family as if she was nothing more than a noodle. Her slim frame slipped easily into Ariel’s gullet, barely making anything resembling a bulge in that massive gut. The mermaid had such a delightfully slim body, that compared to eating Gabriella, eating her sister took no effort at all.

And that’s when it hit her. A gleeful giggle escaped her throat as she licked her lips happily. For everything her sisters had done, everything that had accomplished, none of it mattered. The moment Ariel came back, stronger than ever, they were nothing more than in her way. And now they were on her way down her throat.

Delicious, delicious meals, meant for nothing more than to feed her. Every life her mother had brought into the world, she was going to take out of it. Her sisters, her family, they were NOTHING. She’d never felt more powerful in her life. And all just from eating her family.

It was the thrill of it, really. Feeding her sisters’ souls to Soul Calibur was one thing. But this? This was even better. Their tender flesh, made even more tender by being cooked… it practically melted on her tongue, to say nothing of in her stomach. She shuddered in bliss, smacking her lips. All of her regrets melted away as she felt Andrina get curled up inside of her stomach. A tingle of excitement and pleasure shot through her massive body.

She felt like a goddess. From one meal, she felt like a goddess, just from the thrill of consuming one of her sisters.

She wanted more.

“Just like that…” Triton said. Just like that, one of his daughters was gone, devoured by his youngest. “Did… Did Ursula do this to you?”

“Yes,” Ariel said. “But honestly? I’ve learned to love it.” She grinned, smacking her lips again and belching in his face. “UUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!”

Triton whimpered, covering his ears. “Ariel… Ariel please… I’m sorry…”

“Far, far too late for sorries, Daddy,” Ariel snarked, using magic to force his hands away from his ears. “This is only the beginning of what I’m going to do to this kingdom. Atlantica is going to be remade in MY image. And any who oppose that will be added to my fat.” She smirked, chuckling. “Oh, and there’s one last thing, Daddy. One thing you should know. I’m not Ariel anymore. Ariel was the name of a weakling. A naive little girl with no power.” She reached out, grabbing the Trident of Poseidon. “I am Calypso. I AM THE GODDESS OF THE SEA. No one shall ever make me feel low ever again.”

Calypso looked into her father’s eyes, seeing them glaze over as guilt gave way to madness, a deranged smile coming to his face. “You… You look beautiful today, Athena!” he said, blushing.

Calyspo blushed, a naughty idea coming to her face. Her father WAS virile and vital for his age. “...Oh hell,” she decided. “Why not?” She laughed, picking up another of her sisters. “I’ll be your ‘Athena,’ Daddy.” She started to slurp up the next of her sisters, her jaws stretching easily around the slender hips of the well-cooked mermaid. The thrill was still there, but it wasn’t as intense. Perhaps it was just the meaning behind devouring the first of her sisters? Either way, she was only mildly annoyed by it. A meal was a meal, after all, and her sisters were a very fine meal indeed.

Triton blushed. “Athena, dear, I know you like calling me Daddy, but in front of everyone?” he said, giggling.

Calypso just patted the madman’s head. Life was going to be so much more interesting from now on. And as she guzzled down her second sister and started on her third, she knew that things were going to go her way from now on.

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Centuries later…

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Sniffling, a young redheaded woman in a form-fitting black bodysuit and boots swam into the ruins of the old castle, a scuba mask on her face, attached to oxygen tanks on her back. “...Supposedly, this is the ruins of the long lost kingdom of Atlantica, where one of the three Hedonism Goddesses were said to hold court. This goddess in particular was named Calypso and…” The redhead broke down again. “Damn it…”

“Kim, are you sure you’re okay?” came a voice over the redhead’s comm.

“Yeah, Wade, I just… Of all the people Ron could leave me for, he left me for BONNIE?!” Kim said, shaking her head. “Just… Ugh, never mind…”

“If you want, we can pull out and come back another day,” Wade offered.

“No,” Kim said. “I need this. I need to get as far away from HIM as possible.” She blushed. “And maybe work off some of this Bueno Nacho weight…”

“Yyyyeaaah,” Wade said. “Trying to forget Ron betraying you by gorging yourself on the very thing he created wasn’t exactly the best decision you’ve made…”

Kim looked down at herself, blushing. Her normally trim belly now had a prominent pot to it. Her ass had swollen out greatly, becoming deliciously thick, her thighs had plumped out along with her hips, and her normally smallish boobs had swollen up to the size of… of HERs. “I know. But… Wade, this will be good for me AND you. You’ve wanted to continue your study of the goddesses, and this will give me a workout and get me away from Bonnie and Ron. So please…” Reluctantly, Wade agreed, and Kim continued her exploration. “...For what should be ruins, the place looks almost intact. Just… long abandoned.”

Algae and seaweed had grown over everything. Statues of merfolk in distressingly erotic poses adorned the hallways. As Kim swam by them, she didn’t notice the eyes of the statues following her. “Past the spawning area… Calypso was said to have hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren… Sirens that ruled the waves and were rumored to be the real cause of the sinking of the Titanic… Heading to the supposed Goddess’ chambers now…” she said.

Kim passed a statue of a heavily obese woman with octopus tentacles, set up in a place of honor in the center of the room, where all could see and observe. There were what appeared to be kneeling platforms of some kind set around it, meaning this figure was meant to be worshiped. Where many of the statues were decayed in some way, the statue of the octopus woman was perfectly preserved.

Kim described the statue to Wade. “It says ‘Great Mentor Ursula’ at the base of the statue.”

“Strange…” Wade said. “There was an Ursula mentioned in the tomes of Mirage, the Chaos Goddess of Earth. She was said to be a great sorceress who came from the seas, one of Mirage’s most favored and beloved spouses. And there’s an Ursula involved in the backstory of the Witch Kingdom.”

“Ugh, that was an awful mission…” Kim said. “We ended up having to work with Drakken and Shego just to escape alive…”

“Still…” Wade said. “The details are too similar. Is it possible that its the same Ursula?”

“Could be,” Kim said softly. The statue’s plump face was filled with cruel mirth. The closer she got, the more she could hear a dark, sinister laughter.

“Be careful,” Wade said. “We’ve dealt with mystic forces before, so we don’t know this goddess is-” Wade was cut off.

Kim frowned. “Wade? WADE?!” she said. Sensing danger, she turned to leave, only for all light in the area to disappear. The next light she saw came from the antennae sticking from the head of the great, fishy Chaos Goddess of the Waters, Calypso. Together with the Chaos Goddess of Darkness, Maleficent, and the Chaos Goddess of Earth, Mirage, they formed a very, VERY unholy trinity.

Calypso was a titan. Truly massive, her head alone at least thrice Kim’s size and filled with blubber. Her breasts were the size of aircraft carriers, and her belly was a huge, amorphous mass that Kim couldn’t even see the horizon of. Her tail… Kim realized, to her horror, that what she thought was a carved stone pillar winding through the palace was actually Calypso’s long, flabby, serpentine tail. Her face was covered with scales, and her hair was shockingly red, her eyes glittering like crystal. Three tridents adored a crown on Calypso’s massive head, a wide, razor-fanged smirk on her face.

“Hello little morsel,” Calypso said.

“You’re… Calypso,” Kim said with fear and reverence.

“I am,” Calypso said. “And you are Kim Possible.”

The redheaded woman gulped. “How-” she started.

“Please,” Calypso said. “I may not be as strong a goddess as Maleficent or Mirage, but I can read the soul of an intruder into my realm easily enough.”

Kim gulped again. “I mean no harm to your temple, Great Calypso,” she said. “Let me pass, and I-”

“He hurt you, didn’t he child?” Calypso almost purred. “Ron Stoppable.”

Kim’s eyes widened. “I-It’s not important…” she stammered.

“I think it is, child,” Calypso said softly. “He hurt you. Left you for that slut, all because she put out for him during his rich phase. Even stayed with him after he left, sealing you out of his life forever.”

Kim sniffled. “I… I would have given it to him eventually… I would have… I loved him…” she said, struggling to keep her composure.”

Calypso looked around at her swarming, hungry children. She mentally ordered them to stay back for now. This one was proving to be interesting. “What if I told you I could offer you revenge? What if I told you if I could offer you power? Power enough so that no one could ever hurt you again?”

Kim at Calypso’s titanic form. She considered how easily Ron had left her for Bonnie at the promise of sex. How he discarded every moment they had together for easy sex with an utter BIMBO of a woman who never contributed anything good to society. And it wasn’t just Kim’s heart he broke – the poor kunoichi Yori had gone back to Japan in disgrace after hearing who Ron chose. Kim thought about all of this… and her expression hardened.

“...What sort of power are you talking about?” Kim asked.

Calypso chuckled. It had been so long since she’d even thought the name Ariel. But this little hero reminded her so much of herself. Life truly was a mystery. She’d long since reconciled with her immortal former mistress Ursula, now Mirage’s willing pet, Calypso having long surpassed her. And yet, she was oddly content. And the idea of corrupting this hero by letting her have revenge appealed to her greatly.

And even as she thought of it, glancing over to the statue of Ursula, she realized, to her amusement, that she was coming full circle. An all-powerful spellcaster taking on a red-headed student to corrupt and transform into a monster… She chuckled gleefully at the irony. Truly, an amusing turn of events indeed. Would Calypso regard her as disposable, as Ursula did once? Or was there enough left of Ariel inside the Chaos Goddess of the Oceans to love Kim as much as she loved her own horrific spawn?

Yes, life was good. She supposed she should thank Ursula for that.

...Nah.

“Magic, my dear,” Calypso said. “Become my apprentice. And I will make you strong, my poor unfortunate soul.” She gently held out a large hand for Kim. The redheaded, heartbroken hero stared at it for a long time… and reached out to take that hand, sealing her fate.

THE END