Division 4's Last Night-Shift (Comm)
 
 
The Japanese countryside is a deceitful place. The presence of greenery and cultivated crops gives a sensation of relaxation and closeness to nature, but just like the British moors, it expands into the horizon endlessly, like a wasteland completely set apart from civilization. You can go out for a walk feeling happy and satisfied with your surroundings, but the deeper you go into the countryside, the more desolation will invade your thoughts and your heart.
 
One had only to be caught there during nightfall to understand this feeling, for the fields at night are as still and devoid of human life as a graveyard, the occasional buzzing of insects and the piping of frogs looking for food and mates the only sounds. It was a place where one felt they could meet a ghost at any moment.
 
And it was in one such place and one such night that a group of women slowly but surely made their way towards some unfathomable destination, guided by their redhaired leader with golden eyes, themselves looking like a procession of ghosts that lost their way to the afterlife and were now bound into this earthly realm, left to wander endlessly through the fields.
 
"Maaaaan, my feet are achiiiiing," A woman with sharp teeth and a pair of red horns complained. "How long until we get there??"
 
"Some thirty minutes, I believe. If you're tired already Power, you might find yourself in an uncomfortable situation when we do arrive." The red-haired woman said in an emotionless tone without even looking at the one she was addressing.
 
"Come oooooon," Power said rather loudly. "Can't we take a break or something? I can't take this anymore! You're going to kill me from exhaustion at this rate!"
 
"Cheer up, Power!" A woman wearing a black eyepatch over one eye and a tie on her collar pated the horned, tired girl in a friendly manner. "When we get back to town, I'll pay you a cold beer!"
 
"Huuuuh, I don't think I want to go drinking with you..."
 
"Now don't be like that," The eyepatch-wearing woman suddenly put her arm around their until now silent companion, startling her. "Kobeni goes out to drink with me all the time and she loves it, right Kobeni-chan?"
 
"Y-Yes!" The shy girl nodded, although she later added, in a low voice. "Although you force me to go with you..."
 
Those four were not out there in the countryside for fun, though. It was work, a night shift to be more precise, which had taken them to such a desolate location. They were Devil Hunters from Public Safety, a government organization with the purpose of eliminating hostile Devils.
 
Makima was the leader of Division 4 of said organization and could be both cold and nurturing, depending on how her underlings performed. Her calm exterior was meant to hide her love of control and domination, and she wasn't afraid of playing dirty to get what she wanted or keeping her colleagues in check. Her natural charisma was aided by her personal beauty, for besides her carefully braided red hair and hypnotic yellow eyes, she had an impressive physique. Her massive breasts seemed to be constantly threatening to burst out of her tight white suit, and the contrast made by her thin waist and wide hips made her irresistible to most of the Devil Hunters under her rule, while her huge ass stretched her black pants so much it made then half-transparent, in a way that Makima's panties could be seen.
 
Power was the troublesome, erratic Blood Fiend of the Division, who gave her co-workers a lot of headaches but compensated them by being an important asset due to her combat skills and impressive powers. A complete egoist who perhaps thought herself more noble and justified than she really was, her wild personality was reflected by her curvy body which, although not as impressive as Makima's, was still a sight to behold. There were those who claimed that her large breasts could possibly be fake, but that's just anti-Power propaganda, or at least that's what Power said on the subject.
 
Next was Himeno, a tall woman with unkempt hair and one of her eyes covered. Calm and upbeat, she had a contract with a Devil and loved to drink and to have a nice smoke. She was known to go a bit too far when outside her job, but when she was hunting Devils it was hard to find a more responsible person. Incredibly voluptuous just like the rest of her team, her tits in particular had an impressive size that strained her clothes not unlike Makima's.
 
And last but not least, there was poor Higashiyama Kobeni. Constantly threatening to crack under the pressure, Kobeni never wanted to be a Devil Hunter but had to choose between it or selling her body. Naturally, then, she was much more hesitant and nervous than her co-workers, being cowardly and crying whenever the horror of her job became too much for her to bear. Still, she was not only a cute girl with moles and hair clips, but as much of a bombshell as any of the other women with her. Kobeni's tits were large, but most impressive of all was her humongous fat ass.
 
As you'd expect from Devil Hunters, they were out that night to check on a possible Devil sighting on an isolated farm. Mysterious sounds had been heard coming from the place, especially at night, causing the people who lived there to suspect that something supernatural was going on at their home and contact the Public Safety organization. Then, the lack of signs of life from the inhabitants of the farm had made people living nearby suspicious, and the organization was contacted again.
 
Perhaps it would all be a mistake and their journey was a waste of time, but if there really was a Devil hiding in the farm, it could not be allowed to continue its agenda, or it would keep growing stronger and more comfortable with its position in the human world until things got out of hand. Considering that Makima herself was in charge of the mission, something she didn't usually do, it only showed how the organization wanted to be prepared for the worst.
 
"Hey, isn't that the farm?" Himeno asked, trying to adapt her one eye to the intense darkness.
 
"Fucking finally!" Power sighed as if a huge weight had been removed from her back.
 
"It looks...off," Kobeni thought aloud. "The farmhouse looks like a gravestone from out here."
 
"If Kobeni's vision is accurate, then I can only hope that it's a Devil's gravestone. Now let's not slacken, move on girls." Makima ordered when she noticed that her companions' pace was slowing down.
 
Finally arriving at the farm, they passed through fenced of rotting wood, with unkept abnormal growths in the grass almost as if those plants had been nourished by corpses rather than by more wholesome means. They stood before the farmhouse not without some sense of awe, although if it was due to Kobeni's apprehensions being infectious or due to the very nature of the imponent and desolate building, it was unclear. The only one who was perfectly calm and unmoved was Makima, and the leprous moon on the night sky shone with a sickly yellow light, not unlike that of her eyes.
 
It was a Western-style house quite unlike any other in the region, and which would perhaps look less out of place in rural England. This Old Continent-creepiness gave to it an even more uncanny feeling as if the farmhouse had simply sprouted out of the ground, old and deserted since birth.
 
"Gravestone indeed," Himeno whistled. "Who was it again that wrote that 'certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character for evil'? Well, they must have had this place in mind when they wrote that."
 
"Blackwood," Makima answered, before adding. "But let's not waste any more time than we already have. We'll split up to cover more ground: Himeno, you and Kobeni will inspect the barn."
 
"Alright, boss." Himeno nodded, while Kobeni just gulped.
 
"Power, you come with me," Makima's tone made it clear that she probably wished to keep a close look at the Fiend so she wouldn't cause any trouble. "We'll look inside the farmhouse."
 
"Heh, fine, but if there's a Devil inside, leave it to the great Power!" The Blood Fiend, suddenly excited by the prospect of possibly killing something, rushed to the main building and impatiently tried to open the door without much success. Makima simply turned the handle and it opened. Both disappeared inside.
 
"Well, that leaves only the two of us, Kobeni-chan!" Himeno announced cheerfully, while Kobeni just looked sick. "Let's go to that barn already and clear this pace out of whatever nasty influence made it look all messed up like this!"
 
"H-Himeno, I don't think we should even be here in the first place. I have a bad feeling and...!" The newbie was interrupted by her eyepatch-wearing companion, who put a finger to her lips.
 
"Don't admit defeat without even fighting! Remember that time you bet a Devil all by yourself?"
 
"B-But it was just the Finger Devil..."
 
"Well, what does it matter, if it was a Finger Devil or Death Devil or Whatever Devil? The important part is that even though you didn't believe in yourself at first, you managed to win," Himeno placed a friendly hand on her colleague's shoulder. "So what do you say, let's go to that barn and kick some ass before the others return?"
 
"A-Alright then..."
 
"That's the spirit, girl! But now let's get going, if the Devil's eliminated without us even seeing the barn, Power'll never let us live it down," Himeno smiled. "Besides, I really need a smoke!"
 
They walked towards the barn, Kobeni shivering and Himeno a bit repulsed by the place, but overall quite in control of the situation. The barn was a massive building of weathered, rotting wood, its red paint fallen off in several places where wind and rain had managed to peel it. Himeno pushed the barn door as silently as she could, but it still made a considerable noise. Inside, all was darkness, inviting them.
 
"Got your flashlight?" The more experienced Devil Hunter asked in a low voice.
 
"Y-Yes," Kobeni gulped, picking it up to show it to her companion.
 
"Great, then let's head inside."
 
As they got in, Kobeni got the impression that they were entering a cyclopean coffin. She shivered again.
 
The beams of their flashlights dispersed only a negligible portion of the darkness, that recoiled only to return like a fluid, living thing, and devoured the light. The women had never experienced darkness that felt so palpable, to the point of being almost greasy.
 
"This place is even larger inside than it looks on the outside. I wonder what they kept here, elephants?" Himeno tried to crack a joke to help with the mood, but it didn't do much for either of them, not with that all-devouring darkness spreading its coils around them.
 
Suddenly, something moved past the pair on the floor, and Kobeni jumped back, hugging Himeno.
 
"W-What was that?!"
 
"Relax, it was just a rat. He was more scared of us than we of him," Her companion explained. "Hmm...Kobeni...?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"You can't let go of me now."
 
"Oh, right!" Kobeni backed off, blushing deeply as she realized that she had been hugging Himeno all that time, her arms around the one-eyed Devil Hunter's gigantic tits, squeezing them. "I'm sorry!"
 
"Never mind that," Himeno chuckled. "Let's keep looking though, okay?"
 
And keep looking they did, but never seemed to find anything of importance, although there were a lot of creepy, old things in the barn. Kobeni was starting to grow more confident, for, if there really was a Devil on the farm, it must have been in the main building since they didn't find it in the barn.
 
"Seems like it isn't here, right, Himeno?" Kobeni said, gleefully but still shaking from nervousness. "H-Himeno?"
 
Why did her talkative companion get silent all of a sudden? Kobeni got a bad feeling again. She turned around, and what she saw made her wish she never did, for the beam of her flashlight revealed Himeno, back turned towards Kobeni and body raised from the floor. But Kobeni couldn't see her friend's head, for it was engulfed in the mouth of...something.
 
It was pale, with a diseased white color. Its skin was either oily or slimy, and its bipedal body was thickset and fat. It was hideously bloated and looked like a misshapen frog with its thick legs large hands and massive, toothless maw, the only thing different was that it appeared to be blind. If its sense of vision was impaired, Kobeni couldn't tell, but its sense of taste sure wasn't, for it devoured the squirming woman with obscene glee, holding her by the waist with large awkward hands, shoving and gulping past her shoulders while the Devil Hunter found herself unable to escape it's greedy grasp.
 
But before Kobeni could scream or even react, she felt her own body being grabbed from behind by a pair of slimy hand-like paws that shamelessly groped her tits as it raised her body. She let her flashlight fall to the floor of the barn with a gasp and the object spun around pathetically, throwing its beams once at one of the monsters, then at the other, and at both of its catches.
 
It didn't take long for Kobeni to realize that her treatment would be disturbingly similar to Himeno's although the creature put a malicious spin on it that caught its prey off guard. For, when Kobeni prepared herself to feel her own head being engulfed, it was her fat rump that felt the wetness of the monster's tongue instead as it sat her in its gaping maw!
 
"Aa-aaa-ah!" Kobeni could only moan agonizingly as she felt her ass sink, its impressive size not appearing to cause any trouble to the large-mouthed abomination.
 
Himeno wasn't faring much better either, for the monster had reached her titanic tits and was licking them with unrestrained debauchery and gusto. Its prey's suit became so completely soaking wet with slimy saliva that its buttons gave way, exposing her bra-covered udders. Now the creature could feel more of Himeno's soft, delectable flesh and it made it devour her all the faster, like a hungry wolf.
 
Meanwhile, the creature who had managed to catch Kobeni had forced her body to fold uncomfortably by the sheer pressure of its jaws. The newbie's back was making all sorts of unsettling noises, and her tits were being pressed against her knees. She began to cry, but the horror tasting and swallowing her was incapable of pity, women for it being only delicious sources of nourishment or walking holes to stick its disgusting cock into, so Kobeni sobbed in vain.
 
Its friend had already gone through Himeno's tits and was reaching her waist, holding her by the legs to stop her from kicking around and shoving her more easily down his esophagus. It raised its prey with the strength of its mandibles so gravity would help as well. The one with Kobeni had almost finished its meal, with only the girl's arms, legs and face sticking out of its maw. It sucked them in, and both monsters gulped at about the same time.
 
 
GULP!
 
GULP!
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
 
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCHHHHHHH!
 
The two creatures let out gassy, gelatinous belches simultaneously after their living meals had been safely and awkwardly deposited in their stomachs, their bellies expanding and reaching impressive sizes due to the thickness of the two women. The skin of the abominations is so tight that one could easily see the bulges of their curves, even through those fat guts. They contentedly pat their stomachs with huge misshapen hands, causing Himeno and Kobeni to finally process what had happened to them and scream desperately for help.
 
While those two had been exploring the haunted barn, their co-workers had a mission of their own. Power was rushing through the rooms of the farmhouse, looking into every door, closet, cupboard, hole or jar in which a Devil could possibly hide.
 
"Hey, are you there?!" She asked boldly while looking into a jar of cookies. "Come out, you coward, so the great Power can kick your ass!"
 
Makima just followed the hectic Fiend around with a poker face, through horror movie-like rooms that would have blasted Kobeni's soul out of her body even more than the barn. She had done well in choosing to come with Power after all. The others would be so troubled by her that, if push came to shove and a Devil did appear, they'd probably already have their hands too full with the Blood Fiend to deal with it. Makima, on the other hand, was used to complicated underlings by now and, besides, wasn't afraid to sacrifice them if it proved to be necessary. Indeed, she was quite prepared to find an excuse to get rid of her, if Power became troublesome.
 
"We should be more focused on finding the people who contacted Public Safety in the first place. I believe they were a mother, two adult daughters and a female farmhand."
 
"I'd rather just be rid of this shitty Devil and be done with it instead," Power admitted, then her nose began to move. "What the hell is this smell?"
 
"Now that you mentioned it, there really is a stench pervading this part of the house," said Makima, covering her own nose.
 
"It's coming from...there!" Power pointed, her almost feral instincts very keen.
 
"That's the bathroom. Did somebody forget to flush?" Makima wondered aloud.
 
"What an idiot!" Power shook her head in disapproval, apparently unaware of her own hypocrisy. "If that's the case, I'll teach them how to do it!"
 
Having said so, she rushed to the bathroom, Makima following close behind, but quickening her pace when she heard the Fiend scream "What the actual fuck?!"
 
Arriving there, Makima saw what caused Power to scream like that and, quite frankly, she didn't blame her. The bathroom was quite spacious, and there on the floor were laid four grotesque parodies of the female form. They had the shape of four women, all of them incredibly busty, with wide hips and fat asses, but they were made of steaming, greasy manure of an uncanny, slightly greenish color. But their faces, they were still perfectly preserved, and on them could be seen expressions of the most complete and mortal terror.
 
"They...they're shit!" Power finally said what was on both of their minds. "Something ate them and shat them out looking like that! To think humans can be humiliated in this pathetic way...they really deserved to be destroyed?"
 
"Devils who devour humans are very common, but I've never seen any that could produce perfect effigies with their bowels," Makima picked up a long pole that was lying around on the floor and poked the pilled-up turd women with it. "This case is going to be much more interesting than I expected."
 
"Hah! So there is a Devil after all! Time to kick it's ass!" And having said so, the Fiend rushed out of the bathroom and up the stairs leading to the second floor of the house, with Makima still inspecting the scatues with a curiosity that was almost scientific.
 
On reaching the second floor, Power started kicking open all the doors in sight, making such an infernal fuss that a person without context would probably think SHE was the Devil and not of the Hunters from Public Safety. Creepy old paintings and dilapidated furniture didn't bother her in the least, and the only thing she wanted to do now was killing something and then going back home to feed her cat Meowy.
 
Finally, she kicked open the door of the main room. It was particularly dark there for, although leprous moonlight entered the passages of the house through open windows distributed all around, all the windows here had their blinds closed. Power entered and looked around, her attention was caught by a particular blind that had a different color from the others, being of a blood-like crimson tone.
 
The Blood Fiend was quite distracted by an object with, in her own highly biased opinion, such an agreeable color. She was so lost in the revelry that she took longer than she naturally would perceive the soft yet heavy THUD, THUD of an approaching, deliberate footstep on the oaken floor. When she did notice it, it was too late for, turning around, she was greeted by a squatting semi-amorphous horror, ready to pounce at her.
 
"HEY, GET O-" She screamed, but was interrupted when the creature grabbed her by the shoulders and gobbled up her head. Her body was raised from the floor and the creature fondled her large breasts eagerly before swallowing further and changing his groping investigation to her equally massive ass.
 
All the while, Power screamed, cursed and kicked, trying to free herself but being clearly subdued by the creature's superior strength. The only thing she managed to do was accidentally squirm her way further down the creature's gullet when it raised its mandibles. The creature took a series of gulps which made the Fiend slide down very nicely, not even her thick behind providing any resistance. Once her butt went down the throat, it was all over, for her shapely legs were no match for the combined power of gravity and the monster's throat muscles. Power went down screeching and fell face-first into the slimy, disgusting stomach.
 
 
RIBBIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!
 
 
The creature croaked victoriously, pressing its belly with the satisfaction of the conqueror over the humiliation of the conquered.
 
Downstairs, Makima was still distracted by the logs of shit. She had found in it traces of what she believed to be semen, and it only made the whole picture less clear, for she never knew of such a pervy, lascivious Devil who would cum after taking such an obscene dump. While she distracted herself thus, yet another one of the loathsome frog-beasts made its approach from behind.
 
Even though it's apparent lack of eyes, it could perceive the image of Makima's gigantic booty in those tight black pants, for as it gazed at the prodigious cheeks, its huge mouth began to water. It grabbed her elbows from behind with a triumphant croak that probably meant "Got ya!", startling the Division 4 leader for the first time that night. It raised her body and, still grasping Makima's arms, forced her to take a sitting position in his wide open, awaiting maw.
 
Its very touch was foul and repulsive and Makima interjected with complete disgust. She'd seen her fair share of Devils and Fiends, but never before had she been skin-to-skin with such a gross crime against nature, even of the infernal kind. She tried to trigger her ability with hand gestures, but the monster wouldn't let her do so, so she could only wait for her doom as the creature took its sweet time licking and sucking at her huge asscheeks before actually starting to swallow.
 
But when it did, Makima sank rapidly, for the beast had worked its appetite too much and now was hungry, dreadfully so. To think that she, who had always controlled others, was herself being controlled by the most disgusting abomination she'd ever seen! It was unacceptable, vile! She would put it in its place, make it her new dog, and then it would be punished accordingly. All she needed was to free herself from its grasp and mouth...but how?
 
Her body was suddenly folded as the next stage of her devouring arrived. She could feel the creature's stomach growling angrily in anticipation already. Was she really done for?
 
"You disgusting pig! Only Chainsaw Man can ea-" Makima lost her cool, but was cut off by the monster who, placing one large awkward finger on her mouth, not only succeeded in shutting its prey up but also used said finger to push her further down his gullet, until she fully disappeared into his throat and was dropped like the others into his gut.
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOURP!
 
 
The creature couldn't help letting out a meaty belch after such a thick meal and Makima, already uncomfortable enough in her slimy prison, felt it constrict all around her, making her shape all the more noticeable to any outside viewer who chanced to be watching her humiliation. Her victorious devourer lazily made its way out of the bathroom, just in time to catch its partner in crime coming down the stairs with a belly full of Power, each footstep leaving a slimy print on the stair's steps.
 
Thus joined together on their perambulation, the batrachian abominations made their way out of the farmhouse, slowly waddling towards the barn, which they entered to meet another pair of lazy, fat and stuffed monsters.
 
 
RIBBIT! RIBBIT!
 
 
They all croaked as if in communication, and settled down to bask in their fullness and digest their prey.
 
 
"Shit...shit!" Himeno was muttering under her breath. She had tried to light a cigarette to relax and brainstorm a way out of this predicament, but her entire had was wet with stomach acid. Stopping to think about it, it was perhaps for the best, for it was hard enough to breathe inside that stomach as things were. But still, to suffocate inside some frog-thing! She hadn't survived so many battles against all sorts of Devils to die like that! And yet, here she was, praying for the creature to stop belching so she could at least some air, no matter how foul it was, to allow her some more time to find a way out. It was only when her conscience began to fade that she realized that the "way out" wasn't going to be of her liking. There sure would be a mess.
 
Power was struggling so much that the monster that had eaten her constantly had to hit its own gut to try to break her spirit, but it didn't work, much to its chagrin. The abomination croaked pitifully.
 
"Getting tired of me, huh?!" The thick woman-shaped bulge kicked around, making the frogman's gut bounce and shake. "Well, I'm not even a tiny little bit tired, asshole! Better get used to me, we'll have a looooong night!"
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURP!
 
 
The creature belched painfully, but it wouldn't take that much longer. Concentrating a bit, it clenched its stomach walls until the Fiend began to gasp from the sudden pain.
 
 
CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP!
 
 
There was the sound of bones breaking and of Power moaning, and she was much less hectic after that. The creature croaked before burping again, satisfied. This was much matter.
 
Kobeni wasn't faring much better. She was covered in slime, acids and her own saliva, tears and snot. She had been crying and pleading all this time, and when the digestive juices began to be so heavily produced, and the burning began, she cried and sobbed twice as hard.
 
"N-N-No, it h-h-h-hurts...!" Her pants had already been eaten always, and she could feel her skin suffer a similar fate. It was like being scalded in a cauldron out of hell, and there came a point where her body hurt so much that paradoxically she started to feel numb.
 
When she couldn't feel fear legs anymore, she knew she shouldn't ever look down again, but look down she did and the sight that met her eyes made her cry and sob some more.
 
Makima was much less resistant to her fate, the sheer ridiculousness of meeting her end in such a pathetic manner giving her some sense of hilarity about it all. The air she breathed burned her nostrils through its sheer foulness, and the acids and stomach walls relentlessly punished her curvy, meaty body.
 
This torment went on fot about an hour, after which all four girls had quite expired. Their bodies were obliterated by the stomach before the disgusting bowels of the monsters began to shift their positions life coiling snakes to receive all that processed meat. The bellies of the creatures were still bloated, hideously so, but much less defined. After some time though, it became clear that a considerable weight loss was in their future.
 
 
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT! PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT! PFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT! PFFFFFFFT!
 
Foul farts began to pipe out of all four assholes, incessantly and like a disgusting symphony until more substantial things began to come out. Thick logs of greasy shit began coming out of the monsters' assholes, and they pushed them out like it was routine for them crapping out beautiful women. The logs began piling up on the barn's form, still as voluptuous and thick as the women from which they originated had been.
 
Some last farts came out as if to smoke the putrid things their bowels had baked. Their job done, the creatures turned around to admire their new effigies, their already cocks hardened by the pleasurable effort of pushing them out. Even the death masks of the four Devil Hunters were minutely detailed, each portraying perfectly the expressions of each girl in her last moments. There was Makima's poker face alright, as well as Power's angry expression. Himeno's had a silly look as if she had been caught off guard by something, and Kobeni's was horrible, the agonies of hell present in her shit-sculpted features.
 
This was too much for the batrachian things, and they all came one after the other, shooting putrid greenish ropes of seed over the piled-up scatues, most of it falling on the figures' faces.
 
Still lazy from their heavy meals, the creatures walked slowly out of the barn. Were they Devils? Freaks of nature? Bio-engineered weapons? Survivals of a forgotten past? It might never be known, but they were voracious, and they were never fully satisfied.
 
That farm had been a comfortable hideout, but they felt that they had by now exhausted all the food it could possibly provide then. It was time to move on to greener pastures. A swamp near a small town, an abandoned house, even the sewers of a large city would do, as long as they had supple woman meat to devour.