Hi hello hi I am thinking about the evil old Slugcat from Rain World again, please enjoy this story of her. Thumbnail made for this story by @OpalNiko on Twitter and Bluesky.

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Things had started out simply enough, just a matter of a few more dead Scavengers. Artificer felt her spear slice through their flesh and bones like thick roots, and they fell to the ground and died where they’d stood. Yet, standing in the aftermath of her carnage, she couldn’t help but snarl with displeasure. This was too quick a death, and it didn’t even matter - they’d return with the next Cycle, and she’d have to kill them all over again. All she’d managed to do was make herself hungry.

Stalking through the bodies, the runs of some ancient industrial machinery surrounding them, Artificer pawed about, looking for anything valuable or important they’d left behind. As always, there was nothing worth taking from their bodies - anything valuable would be left back at their main compound, guarded by their Chieftain. She’d hoped that one of them would’ve brought along food or something, but no luck there. Artificer was about to turn and leave when a rustling caught her attention.

Artificer turned around right in time to see a claw slip from sight back underneath some brushes. She walked over to it, and tore aside the covering to find a single scared Scavenger. Pulling out a spear, she prepared to ruthlessly exterminate the beast, as she had with its fellows, when a thought struck her. If she was rather hungry, and if she was looking for a new way to kill Scavengers, a way that was painful and degrading and would make them regret having to come back for another Cycle, well, here was a new possibility for her. Her stomach grumbled, and she loomed over the poor creature, which shrunk back, cowering as Artificer’s mouth opened.

Her front paws grasped the creature, and she shoved them up and into her mouth as she bit towards them, taking their upper half into her maw. They were scrawny for one of their kind, but in a way this made them perfect for experimenting with this new mode of extermination. Too weak to get out of her stomach, no matter what, and not too large a meal to ruin her hunting-built body. Regardless, they stood no chance against her, and she broke off their horns and swallowed them whole, their body bulging out her throat as she swallowed heavily, the Scavenger making sounds of horror and disgust, and their legs kicking out of her mouth as Artificer worked her way up, eating more and more of them, devouring them entirely, until with a final and terrible gulp, they were sent down to the furnace that was her gut.

Falling back on her ass, Artificer felt her hunger immediately alleviate. She’d lived for countless Cycles as a brutal hunter, subsisting on anything that could be eaten. So, her stomach was already well-prepared for the task of eating a single Scavenger, especially one as weak-willed as this one. They wriggled around in there, probably trying to punch and kick or something, but there wasn’t any way out of it for them now. Artificer clenched her stomach, and rubbed her belly with her paws, feeling the creature inside struggling in a more panicked fashion now, beating itself against her walls utterly, as if they were some stone creation that could be smacked down. Nothing worked.

After several clenches at her gut and angry smackings of her stomach, the poor Scavenger inside gave one final lurch before the pressure and digestion of their grave reduced them to gutsludge. Their body melted easily, losing form in a matter of moments and then doing nothing more than slosh around as Artificer’s body began sucking it away, pumping it through her guts to become weight. Her body wasted no time, and in a couple of minutes, it was as if the Scavenger had never even existed. There was no sign they’d ever been here, except for a few dozen pounds on Artificer’s body. Curves that slightly rounded her hips and rear, and which made her stomach slosh as she moved around.

She’d had her fun, but time was up for this Cycle. The first drops of rain came from up above, and Artificer rushed to the nearest Shelter, shoving her fat body through the tubes and coming to a comfortable and full rest. The machinery churned to life as it closed her little hovel out from the outside world, keeping her safe and secure through however long this latest rain was going to last. She fell into sleep contentedly, knowing that she’d have quite the surprise for the Scavengers when she next awoke.

Artificer emerged from the Shelter some time later with a hunger in her gut and a brand new kind of malice in the back of her head. She had her goal for this Cycle: to find a group of Scavengers and try this new mode of killing out on them. This didn’t take her long to achieve, as those monsters had squads sent out to kill her quite regularly. She set a trap for them, leaving obvious signs of her passing around where she’d rested that lead into a clearing of rare soft grass in this industrial wasteland. She got everything into motion, and then just waited for them to arrive, so she could exact her latest and most cruel revenge.

Sure enough, the Scavengers arrived within a couple hours. They stalked her pawprints and pointed to the displaced bits of shrubbery and machinery she’d left behind. All signs pointed to her being in this clearing somewhere, somehow. They scanned their surroundings, but nothing could be seen except for the expanse of metal and weeds. The Scavengers were so absorbed in looking at the wrong places, that when Artificer fell on them, it came as a genuine surprise. They were completely taken off guard by how she fell on the first of them, mouth already wide open, breaking off his horns and then swallowing him heavily, heaving his up into the air and then letting gravity pull them down her thick throat, shoving him down faster with her paws, claws digging into him and pulling him deeper in. He vanished faster than the first Scavenger she’d eaten - already Artificer was getting the hang of killing in this way.

The rest of the group, which numbered at five, reeled back from the shock of her sudden appearance and the terror of watching one of their own be swallowed and eaten alive. Artificer didn’t allow them a moment's rest, and she leapt on the next, eating him easier than the last, her paws knowing what to do now, and her throat now knowing the best way to swallow to take them in faster. She watched their arms and legs kick outside her mouth for a moment as they sought some hold to stop their coming death, but a heavy gulp put an end to all that, and the Scavenger was consumed.

Cries of fear and desperation filled the clearing, so that from afar, it would sound like some slaughter was going on, which it was. Artificer fell on them, one after the other, not giving the Scavengers a moment to rest or regroup or anything. The only difficulty of it was maneuvering with her new gut, which was filled with multiple struggling figures who were bashing both into her stomach and into one another in their desperate attempts to escape. By the time Artificer had swallowed the last Scavenger, her large body making a huge bulge on her throat as she descended, the Slugcat could hardly move.

She fell forwards onto her stomach, resting her whole body on the immense bulk beneath her. Inside her stomach, six Scavengers struggled restlessly, calling for help and slashing at what surrounded them, but ultimately not managing to do much as Artificer looked down at their pathetic circumstance with pride. If they were upset now, they’d be very angry with what was going to happen next.

Artificer rubbed her paws on her stomach, feeling the soft fat that the first Scavenger had provided her with. What would it feel like, after she had devoured half a dozen at once? She would soon see, as her gut glorbled as it began to digest the six of them. Artificer stomach began to contract around them, pulling them all into a tighter space as the digestive acids rose up to meet them. The sounds coming from the Scavengers were more fearful now, and some of them began to understand that this was how they were going to die: being digested alive by a Slugcat of all creatures.

With a long and malicious grin, Artificer clenched her stomach and felt and heard the bones of the Scavengers breaking inside, a horrible crunching sound that filled the air and brought about new sounds of panic from the beings trapped in her belly. She gave her belly a slosh, and felt her stomach get just that bit a little softer as the Scavengers inside began to melt down. Artificer did everything she could to further their torment, from clenching her stomach to swatting and punching and kneading her increasingly-soft midsection. The belly of a gut she was resting on began to grow smaller and squishier.

The following couple hours were a long and terrible sequence of the Scavengers gradually melting, her stomach breaking their bodies and reducing them to chyme. Artificer felt as their struggles grew weaker, and their once-strong cries grew indistinct, almost impossible to separate from the gurglings of her body. A few more clenches of her stomach, and everything solid inside of there was gone, replaced with a loud sloshiness and soft gutsludge, the six of them being reduced to the same substance that would soon make Artificer full and fat.
Grumbling angry, her innards got to work processing all of that former-Scavenger. They were sucked greedily from her stomach, and a great glorping filled the clearing as her body processed their weight. Artificer rubbed her body, loving how something so soft could come from something so painful and terrible. It was exactly what the Scavengers deserved - and if the rest of this went well, it was the fate she’d be visiting on the rest of them.

The stomach Artificer was resting on continued to shrink as the rest of her grew. It grumbled softly now, most of the former-Scavenger in there having been turned into something much better. She felt how the rest of her body was swelling with their weight. Her hips became worryingly huge, too large definitely to fit through the tube of any Shelter that she’d seen. Same with her rump, which seemed to have gained the most from this little escapade, and which was still growing even though it was large enough to even make one large as Gourmand blush.

They both continued to grow as the last of the Scavenger soup was pumped from her midsection. By the end of it, Artificer was back to mostly laying on the ground, though her stomach had gathered a heavy layering of fat from everything she’d eaten. Rising back up onto her back legs, Artificer immediately felt her lower half sway with newfound weight. Looking down, she had become much, much wider and fatter. She could hardly reach the end of her hips or thighs, or the ends of her rump for that matter. Good! Maybe when the next Scavengers saw what had become of their brethren, they’d turn and run for the hills. If not, they could feel fun to join the rest of the Scavengers inside the furnace that was her stomach.

She turned back to the nearest Shelter, worried that she wouldn’t fit through. She did, ultimately, and almost filled the entire chamber with her weight. It was both amazing and a bit comical that the pipes were able to accommodate one even as large as her, even if only barely. Perhaps she’d hunt down the Scavenger’s compound next, and find whatever Shelter they used there. If anyone stood in the way, they could join their friends as fat on her body.

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