“Why the tears, Phil? You haven’t eaten this well in - uuoorrrrp! - nn, months!”

Phillip U. Butler nearly choked on his sobs as he involuntarily swallowed the toes wiggling on his tongue. They slid down his throat like a bullet running through a beating heart, contributing to the unseemly heft gathered in his stomach. He regarded the swell sitting between his fattened thighs and fought to force back the bile rising in his throat. Every push stretching out the overtaxed organ brought on a new surge of nausea exacerbating the volley of belches tearing out of his gullet, bursts of gastric air speckled by bits of red hair not unlike his own. They were an unfortunate reminder of who was currently bubbling away in the soldier’s belly - his dearest younger sister, Ange. Hatefully, Phillip scowled up at his superior, who returned the favor with a laugh as he dabbed at his subordinate’s dribbling eyes with a handkerchief.

Major Gabriel Kaburaya loomed over him, lips wrenched into a permanent smile and eyes glinting dangerously beyond the great curve of his gut. Hardly recognizable as the lithe gentleman that descended upon City 23 like an angel only months prior, his frame had exploded with innumerable inches of soft, wobbling fat since, leaving his undersized uniform to cling to his rolls like a second skin. The flabby heap constituting his belly billowed from the remains of his coat and docked against Phillip’s smaller bulge, hefty breasts resting on its upper slope, guts burbling deep beneath its layers of blanketing lard as they worked around his latest meal. Such tremendous weight was only counterbalanced by the haunches straining the fabric of his pants, seams split to divulge pockets of pale thigh fat. As his fingers touched his softer chin, Gabriel quietly observed the shuddering man tied to the chair like one would savor the subtle notes of a glass of Sauvignon blanc.

Dispatched from the U.S. to curb the local crime, Gabriel’s takeover of the Department of Public Order brought about sweeping changes to the occupying forces and their policies. It took drastic measures to purge the corruption polluting its ranks, after all, blemishing their honor as American soldiers through underhanded dealings with the mafia - in addition to the occasional night spent with prostitutes, which Phillip had been particularly cavalier about enjoying. The responsibility fell upon his shoulders to bring order back to the city, and he was more than eager to sink his teeth into its hive of evil.

Once the stage was set and all of the actors were in position, Phillip was left an involuntary audience to Gabriel’s complete and utter eradication of Primavera. Its founder, Rose Haibara, was the first lined up on death row; a sequence of gulps reduced the Madam’s ambition to a squirming bloat under his uniform and a meager belch postmortem, but the despair etched onto Phil’s face proved to be far sweeter in the aftermath. Leo Shishigami, Wayne Uedera, Meryl Tanashi, Cyrus Saimura and Richard Maiougi fell one after another like dominos once their leader was soup packed into his intestines, each execution causing his weight to surge, such unrepentant gluttony unbefitting of a man bearing the name of one of God’s guardian angels. Even the ladies of the night employed by the establishment were spared no mercy, their illicit dealings enough to earn them a life sentence on his ever-widening ass.

He would have been remiss not to share the spoils, of course, and denied Stella a reunion with her brother in favor of squeezing her body down the length of Phillip’s gullet for a sadistic lark. It did take a little convincing, as Phillip fought against his act of generosity with all that he had, but enough elbow grease ensured his subordinate was brimming with the Consigliere’s little sister in the end. Hours of laborious digestion ruined his once strapping, limber frame and replaced it with an ample chubbiness that Gabriel thought suited him far better.

But even with the blackmail, the dissolving of his favorite night club, and the evidence of a stolen life stuffed into the seat of his pants, Phillip was growing too disobedient for his liking. He was unrecognizable as the charming cad that wore women around his arms like a feather boa. It was easy pulling a few strings to bring sweet little Ange to Japan; their family reunion couldn’t have gone any better, with Phillip’s desperate squirming in the chair he was bound to accomplishing precious little as Gabriel hoisted the girl above his head and prized his subordinate’s jaws open just enough to allow her passage. The soldier had become uncomfortably familiar with the sensation of live meals deep inside of him, but even the memory of Stella’s tits straining his throat paled in comparison to the sickness he felt swallowing around his sister’s shouting form, helpless to stop her descent into his depths.

Phillip cast another glance to the silhouette of his sister churning between his legs. The mindless organ gurgled contentedly, already breaking her down as it would with any other meal. “Damn it, I’ll never forgive you for this, Major…! You… you bastard!”

“My goodness, Phil. Didn’t your mother ever tell you to watch your language? Something we’ll have to work on, then.” Gabriel reached around the mass of his belly - occupied with digesting the remains of a Primavera associate that had been taken into custody that morning, whose claims of being a mere restaurant owner persisted even once she was tucked away beneath the walls of flab built from her fellow criminals - to rub slow circles into the paunch toted by his fellow, albeit unwilling, predator. “I’m doing you both a favor, really. You’ll become one, her flesh and blood becoming your own, and your flesh and blood becoming hers. You’ll never know the pain of being torn apart like I have.”

“Ange… h-hic-uurrrrrp! …I-I’m sorry, Ange…”

The white-haired devil smiled dissonantly. “Now then. With Primavera well and truly gone, I believe we were going to target the Golden Dragon Society next… Yes, that sounds wonderful. I never had the palate for Chinese food myself, but I have a feeling that a lecherous youth like yourself won’t be able to resist tasting Miss Lee Meixue, ahaha!”

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Drawn by AdiposeSaleswoman

Colored by me

Many thanks to  fleshlord (who also co-funded the idea) for the story drabble that perfectly exemplifies the wickedness of this beautiful evil bastard in a major's uniform.

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