Finding themselves in a Broom Closet, Future Foundation 6th Division Misaki Asano and 6th Division Takumi Hijirihara were bunched up in a somewhat unconventional position. Despite Misaki’s clear uncomfortable internal thoughts about such a dark place, her partner Takumi showed relaxation and his once fast breathing had slowed to a smooth pace. By now Misaki was already familiar with her partner’s true identity, having unexpectedly watched him devouring a Serial Killer in a horrendous way. But what she wanted to know was why he became such a person that targeted murderers. She wanted to get to know her Partner’s history a bit more since it would kill time in the cramped space they both shared. “...fine…But promise you won’t tell this to the higher ups” Takumi said in a tone that said he wasn’t exactly worried about others learning about this but would just prefer her to believe him.

Misaki agreed to those terms, wanting to understand this Killer Killer better. Takumi let out a small exhale through his nose and with a half open eyed expression he began to tell his tale. Whirring back to Takumi’s school years in Giboura Junior High, he and a friend of his had been subject to an awful tragedy, one that predated the tragedy that created the Remnants of Despair they so desperately fought against. He and his friend Shuji were in their class when something unexpected took their lives and rang their innocence out like a wet wash rag.

Like any other day, it was still, occasional scribbling of pens or flipping of pages in required books. The somewhat weird yet friendly Takumi and his best friend Shuji regret thinking today was boring. That was until an echo began to ring down the hall. This caused Shuji to raise his head upon hearing it, turning his head of white hair in the direction of the sliding door. His Purple Eyes squinted as if he was trying to understand what he was hearing. “Takumi…Dude…? Do you hear that?” Shuji whispered after getting Takumi’s attention.

Takumi raised his head from his arms and began to listen whenever Shuji mentioned hearing something. Now both boys were alert. It sounded like the sound of…distant screams? By now the rest of the class were starting to hear it as it got closer. At first it was kind of concerning because they were not realizing it was a battalion of screams rather than just a single individual. “What’s happening?” Some of the students would question with worry hanging over the whole room.

The teacher was visibly sweating after putting the chalk down on the chalk tray and then tried to calm the class while moving to the door. When she stepped outside to scan the area she too began to join the screams but was silenced by a wet squelching sound. At this point Takumi and the rest of the class were incredibly distressed, the fear of the unknown was tingling its long index finger down the back of their neck instilling a chilling pause in them. Shuji however found his feet first and grabbed Takumi by the shoulder and quickly got into the Lockers at the back of the class with his best friend. The other student’s weren’t as reactive and the two that hid couldn’t blame them.

The moment Takumi and Shuji got in the locker the sound of the classroom door being busted open and landing on the ground filled their ears forcing them to clap their hands over their ears instinctually. This hard blow was followed by screams, guttural groaning sounds, and grotesque sounds of somebody swallowing large chunks of food, with every five Rhythmatic swallow sounds would be a pause and one less screaming voice in the room. Whatever was out there in the classroom they couldn’t see was picking students off one by one like the black plague sweeping across an Unprepared Europe. It seemed like it went on for hours, but it in reality had only been a few minutes. It was truly cruel how time seemed to slow down whenever the horror of a distressing event got its grip on its victims.

Just as fast as it began, the anguished screams of fear dissipated into a silent muffling, like being forcibly held underwater by the extreme pressures forcing the air out of the lungs. Takumi and Shuji gathered the courage to peek out of the locker through the slits. What they saw shattered them both in different ways than one might think.

In the middle of the room, surrounded by toppled desks and drool coated school uniforms was a large, bulging sphere of skin which on top laid a girl. The Girl had short black hair, blue eyes, and freckles on her face. She was laying on top of this mound of flesh which Takumi and Shuji identified as the appearance of fists, feet, and horrified faces pushing up against the skin making shrinkwrap imprints at almost every angle of this ball of skin. Shuji nearly gasped in horror, giving away their position but Takumi covered his mouth so that they could keep hidden. The Large Stomach was proof of what happened, This Individual had broken into their school and ate EVERY. LAST. PERSON.

While Shuji looked on in horror and disgust, Takumi felt…something change in him as he watched that girl’s stomach start to pound his former classmates and teachers in the Bile Bath. The Girl that was lying on her large belly heard the sound of radioing coming from her belly, it must have been the teachers trying to call the police. Casually rolling her eyes, The Perpetrator took a grenade from her skirt pocket and then unclipped it before swallowing it like a lemon. The bulge slid down her throat almost instantly and fell into her stomach. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The Screams that filled the air(Or tried to) from the Girl’s stomach were traumatizing for Shuji and Takumi to listen to.

In an instant a muffled bang rang through the air and the screams stopped as a light flash shone out from inside the blob of skin the girl was laying on. It was like a camera flash inside a hot air balloon. Seconds after the bang went off and the screams fell dead, the Girl Belched again. This time a line of musky, vile Smoke came rising out of her mouth and noise like she was a tea kettle. One thing was clear to both Shuji and Takumi as they watched the Smoke hang in the air, filling their noses with Gunpowder. Their whole class, no, the entire school was dead except for them. Once the smoke trailed out from the Girl’s mouth, she pulled out a Walkie Talkie from her skirt pocket and began to talk into it while her stomach rapidly shrunk like a deflating balloon, pumping nutritious meat and bone marrow into her intestines. “Junko, I did it” The Girl said into the Walkie Talkie, moving her index finger around on her stomach surface while talking into the device.

“Well Dang! You really haven’t softened up. Come back here when you’re done with it Mukuro, we have things to uncover” The surprisingly upbeat voice said from the Walkie Talkie in reply.

Takumi and Shuji were already traumatized enough, however that voice on the other end of the Walkie Talkie made them tip over the edge even further. Who was this Girl? The Voice on the other end said Mukuro so was that the name of this Girl who just massacred the whole school? Why did she do this? Did that voice tell her to do it? These questions plagued the minds of the two survivors. The two boys waited for what seemed like forever, but after 4 minutes of being quiet, Mukuro’s Belly shrank to only 2 feet wide with barely any trace of what was once a school's worth of people to be seen ever again.

Then, Mukuro left, stepping over desks and discarded clothes as if to leave no footprints behind. Just because Mukuro was gone didn’t mean that Shuji and Takumi felt safe enough to leave the locker.

It took them another 20 minutes to build up the courage to come out of the locker. The metal door creaks open allowing them to see the wreckage of their former classroom. “W-why did this happen-” Shuji was utterly horrified, his hands were trembling and the population of goosebumps on his body had reached a Million.

Shuji thought this was awful, who in their right mind would think to eat a fellow person? A whole school no matter! Shuji wanted to scream, let his despair be known as his reality shattered. However within that shattered glass on the floor lies a new shard…one hidden behind the rest. Shuji’s eyes twitched and his swirled ahoge stuck straight up and jittered like an ant’s antennae when they smelled food. His anger was reaching a point he couldn’t explain. “Die…She needs to die…no All people who do this…must die” Shuji said behind clenched teeth as he looked at his shoes in seething anger.

However Takumi was different. He picked up one of the Student’s discarded shoes and saw...just how much saliva there was on it. It was now that he touched the sopping wet shoe that he realized just how…fascinating this traumatic incident really was. Takumi’s eyes slowly shift…from a Yellow color into a slight orange as he’s analyzing more of this…disgusting scene. To Shuji, his best friend, this was the most graphic thing they had ever encountered. However Takumi…he was intrigued. He felt something change in his already weird nature. He wanted…to try it. “This…feeling…I must try it…” Takumi’s mouth stretched wide into a Cheshire Cat-like Grin as his eyes now adorn a red color.

“W-wait so that’s how you became infatuated with…k-killing and eating people?” Misaki asked as Takumi took a breather in order to pause and let the information sink into Misaki’s head.

“Yes…That day was the day I both hated and loved the most. That day, I was enlightened to the Art and Style of Cannibalism. The many ways a man could be eaten and killed within the human body astounds me. That is why I rate my meals…but…that’s not the whole story.” Takumi said with a small smile, as if reminiscing about a twistedly better time.

Takumi and Shuji walked out of their classroom today as the last survivors of this tragedy. They began to do…research. Both of them have the same idea but different reasons. For Months…Day and Night both boys pry at their jaws, augment their throats, boost their stomach capacity, all so they may one day achieve the same goal. To Kill Killers. Shuji wishes he could cause their extinction. Takumi wishes he could Kill Killers with their own technique. The Technique they would both use to start off would be the one they just saw…Snake-like Cannibalism. Shuji learned after some time that this wasn’t just an Augmentation people just so happened to all have. Instead it was a medical condition. Shuji did some research online and found this Gold Spot. According to an Article written by a person named Adam Loren on a Website for strange beneficial mutations in humans. This person described it as a Physical Evolution in humans that first was documented between 1912-1940 which was put beside a photo of a starved soldier swallowing the body of a recently deceased Enemy in No Man's Land. This Human Evolution seems to have been traced to the days of Trench Warfare when food sometimes became scarce and they would resort to…Uh…Other forms of nutrition. To the surprise of everyone at the time, some people began to exhibit strange bodily changes such as smoother skin, stretchier muscles, and a larger appetite.

Shuji was impressed and shocked by the article going into such detail. He knew he was onto something so he read more. The article went on to describe the Name that this person gave to this condition. It was known as Serpentitus Intestina and officially coined Anacondus Ingestina by the rest of the world. It technically meant ‘To Eat like a Snake.’

“It’s much more prominent than I thought…I thought…that girl was just a one time example” Shuji said to himself as his Index Finger rolled on the track ball of the Computer at the Library.

The more he reads the more he begins to understand this is getting more and more prominent throughout the decades. The Final Line of the Article sent shivers down Shuji’s spine and made his Ahoge curl up like a scared snake. “This is The Fastest Evolution that has occurred in Any Animal to have ever existed on earth” Shuji recited what he was seeing on the screen.

He checked the bottom of the article to see if it was legit, it couldn’t be right? However looking at the sources, it was clear this was 100% the real deal. This strange evolutionary Cannibalism had an actual Origin. If that was the case then there’s a chance that Shuji has it too. He just…had to keep checking.

With Takumi however, he didn’t do the research quite as fast. Instead he was taking a more…traditional method. The Ball Swallow Size Test. First Takumi swallowed a grape…easy enough. Then he swallowed an Orange, his throat seemed to groan as the shapely round object went down his throat. He felt like he almost started to gag from it…but he succeeded. It was an almost never ending cycle of him trying things out, and at the same time getting fed.

Over time, the abuse of his esophagus and stomach had forced it to evolve to hold a LOT of food. As much as it hurt, Takumi couldn’t wait to try it on an actual murderer.

When Takumi and Shuji met up a week later, they realized they had the same plan. “We need…to kill Mukuro” Shuji and Takumi finished each other’s sentences.

They both decided to collaborate for this first kill. After the research they had done they uncovered that this person named Mukuro Ikusaba is attending Hope’s Peak Academy. That was their first lead. They would hop the fence and then knock out the guards that hung near the academy which was quite easy as they had accumulated enough skill over the months they had been apart from each other to do so. But unexpectedly they would reach a problem. They thought they found Mukuro in the yard around the Statue of the School’s Founder Izuru Kamukura but what started as one Mukuro became a Battalion of them. “What…is going on??” Takumi exclaimed in both shock and awe as they were surrounded.

The group that surrounded them claimed that they were…followers of…Mukuro? This made Shuji sick that a group of people idolized a person who cannibalized innocent people at a school and even dressed up as her. But Takumi couldn’t help but also be disgusted, not because of the same way Shuji was. He was disgusted because this made Mukuro Ikusaba not unique, her style of killing was now being copied by over a dozen deranged followers.

“Wait, so you saw a bunch of Mukuro cosplayers?...or were they actually trying to be her?” Misaki asked Takumi while they were still bunched in the locker.

“They were actually trying to be her. Hmf…pitiful trying to desaturate art by copying it across multiple people. But yes they did surround us” Takumi smirked thinking how lowly those copycat killers were.

“So did you…uh…overcome them with your friend?” Misaki asked, obviously knowing he at least got out of there alive but she obviously would need more details.

“Yes…from the Training we did we managed to deal with them together” Takumi said with one of his eyes closed as he continued on his tale of tragedy.

This dramatic confrontation, while intense, reached its end after thirteen minutes of nonstop chaos. Resulting in Shuji paralyzing the final Mukuro Clone from Behind with a loud snapping sound and she lay flat on the pile of the rest of them. They may have pretended to be perfectly like the one they follow but here they lay in a dumb, fat, and ugly pile on the ground. “It’s over…we got them all…but how do we dispose of the bodies?” Takumi asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

After the two friends thought for a few minutes, Shuji's stomach growled loudly like a wolf howling at the moon. The two looked at each other and it seemed their friendship allowed them to finish their concerns for them. “I’m still not…ready to eat them…but if I have to make them go extinct…I think I just need a bit of time to-MMMFF!?” Shuji was reluctant, unlike his weird friend Takumi he had a bit of humanity still there and his nature was naturally against consuming a fellow human.

But that was cut off when Takumi picked up one of the knocked out Mukuro Clones and stuffed her head of black hair into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out like a Chipmunk and his eyes slightly watered from the blockage in his throat. With some prompting from Takumi, Shuji began to swallow the girl that was impersonating the Assailant they were after. Shuji however still tried to close his eyes, he didn’t wanna see this happen making his brain fill in the blanks of what he was feeling streamlining down his throat.

“Come on, Shuji, you can’t hold back now dude! Eat up!” Takumi exclaimed somewhere in front of Shuji but Shuji couldn’t see exactly where.
Shuji couldn’t protest as his mouth was full of the Impostor’s Breasts, disengaging his ability to speak or being annoyed at Takumi for popping the girl in his mouth. Takumi rolled his red eyes seeing his friend wasn’t making progress so he backed up and then shoulder checked the Mukuro Clone’s lower body to give it that little nudge to go down his friend’s white bulging throat. With the force of the impact, Shuji fell over onto his rear and he felt his suit start to pop outwards as his skin unfurled like a Waterballoon filling with chunky applesauce.

Not exactly making a perfect sphere but leaving indentations on the widening organ. Takumi listened carefully between Shuji’s quick throbbing gulps and could swear he heard the sound of Shuji’s bottom rib unclip from his sternum like the vice grip of a binder. “So that’s how the stomach comes out easier…” Takumi said to himself and couldn’t help but laugh seeing the butt and feet of the Mukuro Wannabe sticking out of Shuji’s widened mouth.

“Come on man! Just imagine you have two…delicious…Wheels of Cheese in your mouth” Takumi said in a joking way a friend would convince his friend to eat food they previously hated, using his hands to push on the rear of the Mukuro Clone to help Shuji’s lips crawl around it, saliva slid into the Wannabe’s panties soaking them making her chaotic cavern shrink wrapped against the material.

With that ridiculous remark, Shuji managed to swallow and a comical thud came from his midsection as his organ was bloated out to 5 feet in diameter. The way his organ was shaped made him remember the article he read only it was much different actually experiencing it. “Takumi! You little! I’ll get you for this!...one day, we need to…uh…keep going” Shuji wanted to be mad at Takumi but because of the fact they needed to get this cleaned up fast they needed to hurry.

Takumi saluted his friend as if to mock Mukuro herself being a soldier and all before sending off the Mukuro Clones to fight in Shuji’s Trenches…that being his tubes and tunnels down his throat.

With each body that passed Shuji’s lips, the more he tightened his eyes. The neglect of 1 of his 5 senses made the others a bit more honed so he was able to taste the Mukuro Worshippers better. The more he ate the more he felt like he was about to burst, his body was starting to shift uncomfortably into a position where his arms were crossed on the ground in front of him and his legs were pinned against his belly behind him due to the angle, his once smooth ahoge jittery as it was a reflection of his flustered, embarrassed, and disturbed emotions.

He gasped for air once the final Mukuro Clone was downed, his belly was 12.5 feet in diameter and had more than enough in it to keep it from growling again. “T-takumi…i-i can’t move” Shuji said the obvious as a storm of drool came down from his mouth and between his arms soaking his sleeves as he felt the movements of the still somewhat incapacitated Wannabes in his stomach.

Takumi now realized he may have a problem now that Shuji was stuck in this Semi-Jack’O pose containing all these fake Mukuro’s who were digesting and being pounded into nothing but slop for Shuji’s organs. “I think I can help…uh…get ready to roll buddy,” Takumi said before crawling up the side of his friend’s squishy belly.

“Uurrgg…what are you doing?” Shuji asked, feeling the dirty shoes of Takumi standing on top of his enormous belly, displacing air inside threatening to make him burp.

Before Shuji knew what was happening, his weird friend began to roll him to a disclosed location like a barrel. “Woahoahoah! Staahpp!” Shuji complained with swirls over his eyes as his belly grumbled and growled as he spun around like this, occasionally having his cheek hit the ground.

Didn’t take long before the rolling stopped and Takumi jumped off Shuji’s belly. He began to hide him in the bushes like he was covering a crime scene or something but it was actually his fat friend. “I’ll be back, I’ll go kill Mukuro,” Takumi said kneeling to his taller friend before getting up and then going back to where he had started hoping Shuji will remain okay.

Takumi got into the school and began to carefully manipulate and gather information on what class Mukuro was in, what people she was connected most to, and how to ambush her. This would be a long endearing process until he began to follow a fellow student of Mukuro’s. Yasuke Matsuda. He was the Ultimate Neurologist and he was seemingly keeping tabs on a Red haired girl who had amnesia. Through following this guy around, Takumi began to see him hiding dead bodies of both Steering Committee members as well as these strange…snake-like dudes that all resemble one another. Either way the information led Takumi to a great conclusion.

Ryoko Otonashi was in fact secretly Junko Enoshima in an amnesiac state. Because of apparently Yasuke trying to rid her of this despair. Which was understandable since when he and Shuji were in that locker many months ago they heard the despair in Junko’s voice on the other end of the Walkie Talkie. Now Yasuke was trying to prevent her from snapping to her regular self. This. Was. Perfect! Not only was Mukuro’s sister out of the occasion, but by the way that Yasuke’s eyes were…they also contained the feelings of a Killer too. Takumi remembered that exact type of eye motion whenever he saw Mukuro laying on that belly full of students. He began to conduct a plan to kill both Mukuro AND Yasuke with one plan.

He rubs his hands together before shuffling into the shadows like Batman. Back with Shuji, he groans as he feels the many women in his stomach start to get heavily assaulted by his Bile Bath Belly. These Digestive Agents tore into them. Because of the volume of bodies inside the Killer Killer’s organ, the sizzling that came from the Hydrochloric acids reacting to the meat of the girls and began to pick up speed making more bubbles and increasing in auditory. Shuji could hear snapping of bones, flaying of flesh, and twitches of pure agony.

No matter how much these girls wanted to escape, they were unable to get their limbs to move since he wisely snapped their lower spines to paralyze them from the shoulders down. They were just food now. That slightly terrified Shuji on how fast his body decided that humans could be food for it after exerting all that energy from fighting them. But at the same time he felt more energized as the Mukuros closer to the bottom of his belly were far gone from the women they once were, just a sloppy slurry that acted as the equivalent of Ice cubes in Water. As the Mukuros wade amongst themselves, Shuji felt his stomach start to pull back inwards like a Trash Compactor.

He knew that the stomach was preparing for full drive digestion, which would not be…pleasant to say the least.

Back with Takumi, he had successfully mapped out both Ryoko’s routes and class times as well as Mukuro’s routes around the school. It allowed him to successfully get Mukuro where she belonged, in the room under the Izuru Kamukura statue outside. But when Takumi came face to face with Mukuro down there, she was ready immediately sensing hostility in his red eyes.

“Who are you? Explain yourself now” Mukuro said coldly, the eyes of the soldier bore into his head.

However, Takumi was’t deterred. “Me? Heh…of course you wouldn’t know who I am…You never saw me. But I saw you” He said with a flashing grin.

Mukuro’s mind immediately raced back to the task Junko had her do a few months ago. She thought she ate everyone in the school. “So there were survivors…But what of it now? Are you going to kill me? Or…try?” Mukuro reverse smirked trying to get into Takumi’s Mind.

However Takumi’s own smirk was the right way as he waved his hand slightly. “Actually…I came to thank you…then kill you” Takumi replied.
This inevitably brought confusion to Mukuro as she raised her eyebrow. “You…thank me? For killing all of your classmates and teachers?” Mukuro questioned firmly.

“No, Instead I thank you for introducing me to the art of Murder…and I intend my first victim to be the one who introduced me to such Masterpiece” Takumi said as his slit crescent moon of a grin lit up his face.

Mukuro now knew why he wanted to kill her, but she of course didn’t make it easy for him. The room they were in suffered from the all out fight, Mukuro trying to stab at Takumi’s neck or break it with her hands while Takumi flips and shoulder checks her whenever he gets the chance in an attempt to make her stumble. It wasn’t easy and Takumi suffered a cut on his ear that took a chunk off but it was worth it as he kicked Mukuro back against the desk with the monitors and hit the back of her neck on the rim of the table. All her bodily functions proceeded to stop and Takumi grinned seeing while her body was unable to move, she was still breathing. This allowed him to recreate what she had done to his class as he rubs his hands together.

Whenever Mukuro woke up, it was like a blast from the past because her hands were tied behind her back with barbed wire and her feet were tied to a chair with the same barbed wire. This meant even if she wanted to use her normal strategies with getting free, she couldn’t, for she would cut herself further on the barbs.

Then, Takumi came back dragging with him a familiar person, it was Yasuke Matsuda who was blindfolded and gagged. “Ah, you are awake…delightful~” Takumi inquired as he hoisted the wriggling Neurologist up.

“You…That's my sister's friend…what are you going to do? Kill her in front of me for revenge?” Mukuro questioned as her freckles wrinkled up from her frown.

He shook his head making his ahoge swing like a jungle vine. “Oh ho ho no no no. You will be the one killing him~” Takumi said with those scarlet seas in his eyes as he put the wriggling Yasuke in a streamlined position in front of Mukuro.

Mukuro realized too late what the one that got away was implying and Takumi rammed Yasuke Matsuda's head into Mukuro's mouth making her freckled cheeks bulge outwards. “Yeah…yeah, this is good right? Tasty even?” Takumi couldn't help but tease and taunt the person who changed his life.

Mukuro tried desperately not to swallow Yasuke, but it was difficult. The young man pressed on pushing Yasuke's head into the ultimate soldier's esophagus. He could see his clear face imprint in the round orb that bulged out her neck. Yasuke would have fought back if he hadn't been held in such an awkward position on top of being blinded and somewhat deafened by the undulating walls of Mukuro's throat.

Mukuro tries to thrash her body to scoot the chair a bit to no avail as Takumi stamps his foot on her knees to keep her still as he feeds her.

Around this time, Ryoko Otonoshi ended up showing up. This was not a part of the plan. Ryoko was not intended to find this strange place under the statue but she did. She heard the grotesque gulping noises and hid so she could peek in carefully.

To her horror she saw the person known as Mukuro Ikusaba being fed Yasuke Matsuda. She could tell due to his sandals being the only things sticking out of Mukuro's mouth while the rest of him was down in her bloated stomach. She also saw standing beside Mukuro was a boy she hadn't seen before, that being Takumi who was asking Mukuro if he…tasted good.

Ryoko silently gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. The sight of the remains of her beloved going down the throat of an unwilling pawn shattered her mind.

“You look distressed…heh…are you not satisfied?” He grins with those glowing red eyes.

The writhing stomach of Mukuro was barely 5 feet in diameter. But it didn't last long. Mukuro's strong digestive system easily murdered Yasuke like an M&M dropped in a boiling pot of water. His skin was drooping like candle wax and his mind began to waft and delude into brain death from the noxious fumes going up his nose and tearing apart his brain. Takumi watched with intrigue and delight the art of this murder as the Murderer who made him who he was digesting another Murderer.

As Mukuro's stomach began to retract and shrink, compacting Yasuke's bones and pudge like a garbage disposal, Ryoko fully lost it. Her mind snapped. The despair struck her like lightning. Her eyes shimmered and went from an innocent red to an Eerie Blue as she remembered who she was. With a wicked crescent shaped grin, she tiptoes back up the stairs without Takumi or Mukuro hearing her.

Takumi seeing the pile of bones imprinting against the stomach of his idol, he felt his body shiver with excitement at this canvas of carcass nesting dolls. “How incredible…the art of biological murder…so fascinating” he grinned as he walked two of his fingers across her pudgy potbelly up to her chest before he held up her chin and stared into her eyes.

“grrr…you…” as much as Mukuro didn't want to yield or give up and escape from the clutches of Takumi and return to her sister's protocols, he had her right in his hands.

“But now…it's my turn” he chuckles before sitting right on her lap and holding her face with his hands, his eyes of deranged intrigue piercing her freckled face.

Mukuro couldn't thrash away as the young man engulfed Mukuro's head and his mouth was already salivated from the idea of consuming her. His tongue lapped at her freckled face like a dog licking at their owner, leaving trails of saliva on her cheeks as he rounds up her taste.

The boy gulps and pulls her head into his throat while his jaws expand wider and wider. As he was consuming the lady of death, he didn't bother untying her from the chair. Instead he swallows that along with her as well since he didn't wanna risk untying her arms and her fighting back.

Shuji runs down the stairs after having fully melted his own group of Mukuro Clones just in time to have a pair of Mukuro Panties splat against his face from Takumi burping up the soldier's undergarments. “Sorry! Heh…I see you dealt with the lesser Mukuros out there…heh…care to rub my belly pal?” Takumi suggested as he lifts his large belly with his hands and drops it making it exaggerate the jiggles.

“...I guess so” The Killer Killer walks up to his friend after dropping the Panties and then gently places his hands on his weird friend's stomach as the sounds of Mukuro being digested fill the hidden room.

Shuji felt Takumi's fat belly shrink beneath his fingertips as Mukuro's pudge slips into his small intestine and proceeds through his bloodstream. Takumi's ass began to grow like Shuji's had whenever he fully digested the Mukuro Wannabes. “She's gone…finally” Shuji sighed before standing up with a relieving exhale.

“Wait…so…That was the last you saw of your best friend?” Misaki asked, still scrunched in the locker with Takumi after he ended his story.

“Indeed…once we both realized that we were going two separate paths killing killers we started getting further and further. Heh…funny isn't it? Somehow the tragedy still happened” Takumi chuckled under his breath and does a somewhat reluctant smile.

“Yeah, understandable. I know that part wasn't technically your fault that She saw it…but…you can't exactly go back” Misaki understands that Ryoko seeing that happen was not planned and that Takumi accidentally unleashed the Ultimate Despair again from killing one.

There was rustling outside the locker, their target appeared right as planned. Misaki took a deep breath and looked at Takumi with a gaze that said ‘ready?’

With an open smirk, Takumi nodded. He proceeded to open the locker with Misaki to confront their target.

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