... and across Sinful Selections, every last mortal stood ramrod straight. Magic older than Earth, more seductive than succubae, and more primal than the reptilian tyrants who once ruled without equal washed over everyone. Their eyes shone ethereal blue as white-hot spirals danced all helter-skelter, and toothy grins plastered every face.

The customers jerked their heads towards Barbara, then slowly, inexorable as time itself, they marched towards her. It felt like a scene out of a class B-movie, where the zombie horde would claim a hapless heroine. Only this time, zombies were on the menu. They even stumbled faster when Barbara's belly let out a whiny gloooooooooooooooooorrrppp, followed by a caustic siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzlllllleeeeee."

It was tired of meat. It wanted fear, sweet-yet-sour suffering. Nothing wet Barbara's appetite more. Alas, the gullet would be left wanting.

"... merciful Nodens, no," muttered Barbara, her voice but a whisper.

They came one-by-one. Valerie, a necromancer who dropped by every blue moon, cast a paralysis spell. Instantly, Barbara's joints locked up and her muscles grew stiff as stone. Even if she could move her colossal belly, which felt heavy as a boulder, Barbara was now stuck on the spot. With a sultry sigh, Valerie hung off the Nightmare's back.

"Sssh sssh sssh! Don't fight it," said Valerie. The Necromancer kissed Barbara on the cheek, while a finger weaved circles across the behemoth belly. The chocolate-brown skin felt velvety smooth under her touch. "Let's have some fun, eh?"

"B-But..." Barbara gulped hard. "My belly is full! I can't fit any more! Besides, I don't wanna melt so many paying customers!"

A cackle escaped Ivy Deimos. The young ginger sauntered behind Barbara, running her fingers through the Nightmare's curly black hair. A master class thief, Ivy could steal the breath of a newborn kitten, the chilly breeze of a snowstorm, and the first day of spring.

"Daw! Don't say that, love dove! You've got plenty room to spare!" Ivy slapped Barbara on the ass, making the Nightmare hop on the spot. Bit-by-bit, that badonkadonk booty grew plump as a Thanksgiving Day's turkey as the gargantuan gut digested its meal. "See? You're making more right now!"

Ivy cackled again.

"Don't worry. We'll be gentle."

"Why don't I believe you?" asked Barbara, her voice a miserable whine.

"Enough chatter!" Tabitha, a ghoul who haunted Bramblewood Marketplace, stepped forward. Without hesitation, she forced her hand into Barbara's mouth, tugging the lips apart. Teeth sharp as knives glistened in the Nightmare's mouth, each coated by saliva. "It's mealtime!"

The world dissolved into fantastic colors beyond human sight, each brilliant like rainbows and flashy like fireworks. They burned inside Barbara's skull, melding together with the rhapsody washing over her tongue. Flavors like salty salami and juicy pork rolled around like white-water rapids, and pungent aromas sweet yet savory scorched her nose. There came the sensation of movement, as if Barbara was dragged along by a riptide, and with a fleshy plomp, she landed on something soft.

It took Barbara a moment to realize Tabitha was already knee-deep into her throat. She sat squarely on the floor as Valerie and Ivy continued to manhandle her.

"That's it! You're doing so well!" said Valerie. She held Barbara's right arm gently, yet firmly, pinning the Nightmare in place. The black-haired necromancer stroked the hand against her cheek, tempted to plunge it into her ample cleavage. Barbara looked so cute when she was bloated like holiday ham. "Go on, eat her! Eat her good! Eat her like you'll eat me!"

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Ivy nuzzled the behemoth belly. The massive mound jostled from side-to-side as it swelled with meat, making bwomph bwomph sounds all the while. It felt warm against Ivy's face, not unlike a summer cloud.

"Damn, bitch! You sure can pack it away!" said Ivy. The ginger thief winced when the gigantic gut shoved against her, nearly bucking her off like a bronco. "Hah! Feels like they're wiggly worms! How does it feel?"

"Mmm, mmm!" shouted Barbara, even as Tabitha's feet vanished past her lips.

"Hah, you're such a kidder!"

With Tabitha gone to meet her maker, the next meal was ready. Valerie and Ivy exchanged looks. While the necromancer could cast dark magicks that could melt a man's insides or turn him into a mindless husk, the thief was no slouch in a fight either. Ivy's hand rested heavily on the shortsword hanging off her belt and her tongue was even sharper.

Not that either felt up to it.

"I'll go next," said Valerie. Ivy chuckled and took a small bow.

"Be my guest! It'd be crude for a thief to waltz through the front, after all! I'm more of a... backdoor gal myself~"

"Oh! You don't mean...?"

"Of course I do. Of course I do."

With that, the duo turned back to Barbara. As the Nightmare lay upon her back, pinned beneath the weight of her globular gut, the customers smiled seductively.

"Daw, ain't she adorable?" Ivy twirled Barbara's long, wispy tail around a finger. At the same time, her hand firmly held down the behemoth belly. Brown flesh squished between her fingers like dough, nearly enveloping the pale digits. "I wouldn't have any other grave than this one!"

A giggle escaped Valerie. As sharp teeth scraped against her juicy calves, the black-haired necromancer wiggled her shapely booty back-and-forth. A black leotard hugged Valerie's feminine body, leaving little to the imagination.

"She really is! Especially the way she squirms." Shivers went down Valerie's spine as Barbara, driven purely by instinct, gnawed her thicc thighs. "The funny thing is? I actually have a resurrection ritual set up, all ready to go! I'll be back, shopping here next week."

Valerie blew a raspberry at Ivy.

"But you bozos? You'll be clapping on Ms. Sivan's booty for months! I can't wait to see those mountains bounce around. Aaah!" Valerie moaned when Barbara bit her ass a touch too hard. "Yesss, treat me like the bad girl I am~"

The thief only rolled her eyes.

"Pffft, as if!" Sneaky as a shadow, Ivy bent down below. It took some squeezing and a lot of elbow grease, but soon enough, the thief plunged between Barbara's buttcheeks. "As if death could stop a Deimos! I'll steal the Grim Reaper's scythe if I hafta! I— mmm mhm, mm mhm!"

It was too much. Much too much. Barbara felt overwhelmed as she forcibly devoured Valerie and Ivy. Her jaw ached as she swallowed the necromancer's pale booty, and flames scorched her backside as the thief plunged deep into her bowels. Sensations both painful and pleasure smothered Barbara like a tumultuous sea. Her arms and legs kicked feebly on instinct, but Barbara simply drowned faster in desire. Her gut grew massive as a mountain, and it was only by good fortune that Barbara rolled atop the mound before it crushed her.

With two wet plorps, saliva and anal juices erupted from Barbara's holes simultaneously., spraying across the floor She felt bloated like a blood-drunk tick. Misery swelled inside her heart, even as her gut gurgled with juicy, mouth-watering flesh. What she'd give for an antiacid.

"Please..." Barbara glanced around as she breathed heavily. More customers drew close. Two, maybe three dozen people swarmed the Nightmare like a horde of the undead. Some were human, some were alien, but all felt surreal desire cloud their heads. Their grins mocked her, even as their eyes adored her. "Can't you all, like, fear me? Like, I go 'boo' and you scream, 'Aaah, a monster!' That'd make this... so much easier...?"

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A short comic that  ruler101 and I commissioned a few months back, shortly after "Fool's Magic" was complete. Barbara was still fresh on our minds, and how could we resist creating more content about our favorite Nightmare? Luckily, it was around this time Ruler101 found AgentV, and after a few conversations, this comic was born.

As a change of pace, I decided to segment the release of this comic. One page will release every day for the rest of this week. That way, I have more time to edit these drabbles, giving each page the attention it deserves. I have no clue how much time AgentV poured into this comic, but nothing short of a full-blown story could match it, and it feels undignified to give the short story any less time and love.

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Art by the amazingly affable  agentv
Barbara belongs to  ruler101
Tabitha, Ivy, and Valarie the Summoner of Spirits

Spider8Fiend: Feel free to share whatever comments you have in mind! If you have any criticism to offer, however, please try to make it constructive. If you have a lot to say, feel free to PM me as well so the comment section doesn't get too full~

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