It had been a few days since the invite for the biggest tournament arrived into the velvet red hands of the thief of hearts, and the gang still couldn’t believe it even had happened. Joker, their leader had been invited to battle against some of the greatest fictional icons in Futaba's favorite hobby: gaming, and the short, orange haired geek couldn’t be happier. Well, that is until she realized that Joker was constantly getting hit on by the numerous ladies of the competition. Samus Aran, Princess Peach and Rosalina, and many more. But no other women was advancing on him like the last man on the planet more than none-other than Ann herself. Futaba sat on the sidelines, her arms crossed, with a pout on her face as her thick, black rimmed glasses slid down her cute round nose, as she watched Ann beam at Joker as he was nearing the final knock out. Finally, after a well place blow on the smug rogues part, the latest battle was over. Joker stood in a victorious pose, as the unconscious bodies of Richter and Captain Falcon were splayed out in various poses around the sunny opening of Peaches castle.
 
 
“Way to go Joker!” Ann said, running up to him and hugging his side, as he gave her a bashful smirk. Futaba gritted her teeth slightly as she squatted on her seat a ways off. Futaba wasn’t a fighter so she would have to wait for Joker to come to her before she could talk to him, since she wasn’t allowed in the ring. “That must have been hard, but you did it” cheered Ann as she clung to his arm, singing more praises as they walked off to see what else they would need to know about their next round. Futaba watched the scarlet leather clad girl and her dashing boyfriend walk off. “H-How dare he!” Futaba muttered under her breath, her face almost as red as her hair, her glasses fogged up and shining the light off of them. “He knows better than to let her woo him like that” the pint sized hacker said to herself as she looked up at the sky, dreaming of the various ways she could get rid of the competition that stood in the way of her having a pleasant time with her love.
 
 
“Woomy?” The sudden noise made Futaba jump a little with surprise, a small yelp pipping from her mouth as she whirled around, her bright hair and jacket following her vision as they twireld to the side and then calmed as she stared right back into the face of the creature that made the noise. There sitting next to her, with a big pointy tooth grin, was an orange eared Inkling, slowly swinging her legs back and forth, not even halfway to the ground. “O-Oh, it’s you.” Futaba let out with a sigh, looking down at the ground as her glasses slid down her face before she stopped them. “Woomy?” The Inkling asked again, looking at Futaba, who gave a slight smile back to the grinning face of the cute creature beside her. Futaba was small herself, but beside the similar looking, albeit much more animated and shorter squid, she was practically a giant.
 
 
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off celebrating your teams win?” She asked, giving off a warm smile, trying to hide her bitter feelings to her own teammate. After asking this though, the squid looked down and stopped the swinging of its legs, a frown spreading across it’s once sharply smiling features. The Inkling went on, “talking” about how ever since Ann had shown up with the rest of the Phantom Thieves, she had been taking all the other squids (more specifically male) attention away from her. After the explanation was given, Futaba embraced the smaller, squishy, sad creature in her arms, and held her tightly, patting her head.
 
 
Futaba let the smushed, but now once again happy squid girl go, and gave her another head pat. “Come with me, I have an idea on how to fix both our problems” she said, winking after only a moment of thought, the perfect idea coming to her mind, with a horrible, devious toothy flash crossing her lips. Quickly, Futaba jumped onto her black, boot clad feet, and motioned for the Inkling to follow.
 
 
A few days passed since the tournament had wrapped up, everyone had gone back to their own universes and homes. Although, before most of the guys left back to their own respective series, their female counterparts had to drag them away from the gaze of Lady Ann, who was lustfully blowing them all kisses with a wink. After the Thieves arrived back in Tokyo in the year 20XX, they all settled back into their daily routines and lives.
 
 
Ann was lazing around her decent studio looking room, random colorful clothes and different sorts of makeup and fashion magazines littered the floor, bed, and desk. She was laying on her bed, flipping through a boys magazine and thinking about how handsome their leader “Joker”, Akira would look in some of the shown off clothes advertised on the glossy paper. As she reached over to grab her Cola drink, she heard her phone alert her with a buzz. She of coursed hope it was Akira asking her out for a date, but was surprised to see it was actually the groups orange haired hacker Futaba.
 
 
“Hey, wanna dine at my place?” The text read, to which Ann smiled, not knowing any of the sinister meaning behind it. All she read it as, was a chance for herself to get a free meal and see Akira. Ann quickly shot a response back asking if she meant the current evening they were on, and was met with a “Ye ye” next to the gremlin looking icon that Futaba used. Ann shot one more reply stating that she would be over in about an hour, blushing at the thought of Akira cooking some sort of extravagant meal and it being a date, totally missing the point of being invited over to diner by her “gal pal”.
 
 
Ann was dressed in her casual, yet suggestive summer wear; an illustrated top, an unzipped hoodie, some shorts, sandals, and a very thin bra. Just enough to fit in with the Summer vibe, but just the right amount of “skimpy” to give guys a hard on. She walked through the relatively empty backstreets where the comfy cafe LeBlanc among other cozy unknown treasure shops and convenience stores sat. She figured that she should be heading to the cafe, but when she walked a bit past where Futaba’s room window sat, and was met with a buzz from her phone.
 
“Oh, food is at my place” the message read which was met with a huff of annoyance from Ann, before she perked back up, remember that Akira sometimes visited Futaba, and although Boss didn’t mind them having dinner in the cafe, maybe Akira was visiting Futaba this exact evening and thought it would be a good idea for them all to visit and have dinner in her room. Ann knew how Futaba was when she was out of her room for a while, but this gave the blonde a bite of annoyance as she just wished she could be normal sometimes.
 
 
Ann walked a few paces back from where she was to be at the gates of Futaba and Sojiro’s house. “The gate and front door are unlocked” a new text read. Ann tried to calm her ever growing annoyance, as she figured at least Akira would be down to great her, even if the little NEET wouldn’t do the same. After a few squeaky sounds of the gate and door opening, and her creaky footsteps up to Futaba’s room, Ann finally stood outside the safety taped and glow sticker star covered door.
 
 
“Um, Hello?” Ann called out, knocked slightly on door in front of her. “Oh, hey Ann!” Came an extremely giggly voice from the other side “Door is open, so feel free to come on in!” Ann let out a sigh, then put on her best and most charming smile, as she opened the door up to be greeted with the hunched over gremlin squatting on her expensive gaming chair, looking like the incredibly sinister and intelligent villain in an anime.
 
 
“Awe Ann! You’re just in time for dinner, and you dressed up for the occasion!” Futaba said, smugly for, to Ann, no apparent reason. “Where is-” “Akira?” Futaba interjected before Ann could finish “I never said he would be here… That’s quite rude of you to assume such a thing you know” Futaba winked at her. Ann stood silent, before the door closing startled a yelp out of her, as she turned around, a relieved smile formulating all too soon “Akir-” Ann stopped as what she saw wasn’t Akira. In fact, she knew that the small, cartoon, albeit nearly identical cartoonish Inkling stood in front of the door, with its fleshy hands turning the lock.
 
 
“Wh-What?! H-How!?” Ann stammered as she looked from the orange tentacled inkling, to the orange haired shut-in. “She is supposed to be back home!” Ann said, her voice raising, not knowing what in the world was going on. “Oh, well, you see, she is my friend Ann” Futaba said, sliding over next to the grinning squid and giving her head a gentle tap “You would be amazed at how easy it was to smuggle her back here in my big jacket… Those big hands aren’t very bright hehe” Futaba chuckled, thinking about how they didn’t even question the fact that Futaba’s tummy section looked a bit rounder as she walked back through the portal home.
 
 
“B-But why is she here? Why did she lock the door?” Ann said, slowly backing away from the both of them. “Well, like me, she was quite jealous of how you imposed yourself in her “boy territory”, isn’t that right?” Futaba replied, looking down at her cartoonish doppelganger. “Woomy!” The pointy tooth squid shortstack said back, her eyes narrowing at Ann “I am inclined to feeling the same way” with that, Futaba reached into her pockets and pulled out two brightly rainbow colored orbs with a black insignia on the clear glass.
 
 
“Are… Those Smash balls?” Ann said, her voice growing quite, her dread building. “Wow, the blonde bimbo is right about something, imagine my shock” Futaba said smugly “Yes Ann, I snuck these out as well, and after a little bit of studying, I have come to find that, while in the ring, their moves are incredibly limited, but in reality, they allow you to perform any action you could ever want to perform, but only once.” Futaba had said this with a tinge of disappointment in her tone, but it was quickly replaced with a snarly voice and face, which Ann paired with a look of horror at the words that followed.
 
 
“You see, while you may have wronged me, I thought up an even worse idea for you, but a great one for me and my small squid friend here… You know how I invited you over to dinner? Well, you’re the dinner Ann.” Futaba and the Inkling started giggling after they saw how pale Ann had got, who preceded to nervously laugh along. “Whew, y-you two had me going… I know that you like your dark humor Futaba, but you actually scared me there ha… Haha…” Ann was trying to get her breath back, but as she was leaning over, she failed to see how deadly serious the bespeckled face of small girl had gotten.
 
 
“I’m not kidding Ann, I may not be the one who is eating you, but she will be” Futaba handed the overly eager Inkling one of the Smash balls, as she quickly and easily crushed it in her small hands, the power rushing all around the calmly lit room, lighting it up as all the colors rushed into the squid. Ann was frozen, she could do nothing, as this was not the metaverse, and she had no real way of fighting back. “So… You’re… Going to eat me?” And to answer that exact question, the Inkling jumped straight at Ann, engulfing her head, which was quite a bit larger than the mouth it was currently occupying. Futaba started to feel herself grow more and more excited, not just in the idea of the feelings in her chest, but also the feelings in between her legs, as she saw her once tall rival be dropped harshly to the floor so the Inkling could position herself and her meal better to get to be fed into the waiting “fish” belly.
 
 
While the Inkling gulped down the thrashing Ann, Futaba watched on with her own sharply sinister expression, even finding herself drooling at the morbid display of gluttony, the smaller creature easily engulfing the much taller blonde. “Yes! Good girl!” Futaba cheered, doing her little hop and fist pump dance as wet slurping noises filled the room.
 
 
Inside of the Inklings mouth, Ann was already having a horrible time, and it was naturally going to get far, far worse for the once lustful bombshell. Her hair was getting matted by stringy and sticky orange tinged saliva, and she could feel the nearly razor sharp teeth of the squid girl eating her poke her far more sensitive human skin. She was just thankful that the teeth were rounded just enough not to puncture her delicate white skin. He golden locks were forming wet nest like clumps then kept getting into her mouth and eyes as she tried to scream out for anyone to help, the thought that the introverted geek would soundproof her room never once crossing her frantic mind.
 
 
Ann Couldn’t tell what was worse. The taste of her moist sticky hair, or the pure trails of drool on other sea smelling liquids entering from one mouth into the other. Ann was used to eating seafood, but now the seafood was eating her, and she just wanted Akira to come in and put a stop to this madness. Meanwhile, Futaba had slowly got transfixed by Ann’s bright red, spandex covered ass shaking all around the place, with her feet kicking. Another nasty idea out of many crossed the perverted hikiki’s mind as she slowly made the small distance back over to slurping and pleasantly moaning aquatic friend and her “teammate”-turned-meal.
 
 
Once Futaba inched just a bit closer, she nearly got knocked over by Ann’s flailing legs, and decided to put a stop to it and make her friends meal a bit easier to swallow. A swift black, fashionable winter combat book came down with a surprising amount of force onto one of Ann’s well toned legs. A muffled shriek of absolute pain range out from inside the bulged out throat of the Inkling who let out a vibrating giggle.
 
 
Unidentifiable tears trailed down the completely slimed, and painfully cramped face of Ann as she felt her left leg get stomped on, thanking whatever possible deity still listening for granting her the smallest bit of mercy for not letting her leg snap like Pocky.
 
 
“Come on Ann, you’re food, just give up. It’s all you’re good for you know~” Futaba teased as she believed Ann understood that if she fought back against the two dangerous shortstacks. If Ann caused even the slightest bit of harm to either girl, Futaba would make sure that Ann wouldn’t feel her legs while she was still whole. Finally, Futaba got right up behind the slowly inching forward, smooth rump of the slutty model, and hooked her fingers into the silky smooth crimson leggings, and began to pull them down. Futaba couldn’t help but drool at the sight of the two, perfectly formed and rounded cheeks in front of her, all Ann was able to do was whimper as her mouth was forcibly shut by being stuck in a cramped area of neck.
 
 
Although Futaba wasn’t the one getting to enjoy the entirety of Ann as a meal, she could at least humiliate the girl meat a bit, running her hands along the side of the lower feminine body, and forcing her nose and tongue in between the crack. The moment Futaba applied her tongue the quivering asshole, Ann shivered, granting Futaba a deep sense of victory over the poor girl. After the initial lick, she started to essentially eat out Ann’s ass, while the squid actually ate Ann entirely.
 
 
After a few more moments, and a few good sucks from the Inkling on Ann’s disappointingly dry tits, Futaba thought of the ultimate form of humiliation to inflict onto Ann before she died. Futaba stopped lapping at the now wet behind and started to speak “I know you may not be able hear me all that well, but I know you will understand what I am about to do without even hearing all my plan.” Futaba paused, taking a quick nipping bite of the flesh out of instinct to know Ann hadn’t been knocked unconscious due to any lack of potential airflow. A quick cry was all Futaba needed before continuing “I am… Well, going to do what you wanted Akira to do to you~ But unlike him, I won’t be nice~”
 
 
With that, Futaba rammed her soft, skinny fingers into Ann’s cunt, and was met with a degraded scream as her pussy was widened out and played with like a new handheld. The inkling was starting to get bored and hungry, and just wanted her meal inside already, but she knew that this is what the girl who nearly stole both of their loves deserved.
 
 
Futaba had an absolute mad smile as she felt more and more juices cover he finger as she absolutely violated poor Ann’s cunt. Finally, Ann, against her own will shuddered as her body squirted out a hot load of feminine nectar, which Futaba gave a quick taste. “Eh, Akira ain’t missing much… Okay, I had my fun, you can finish her up” Futaba said, her cruel ADD took over as she got bored with her toy. The Inkling was more than happy to oblige her, and started to slurp up Ann’s form.
 
 
The sequence of motions was quick, with Ann whirling a bit, before a bit of trouble occurred with her fat ass stopping her from being fully consumed gave her a moment of hope, before she felt a bootsole kick her rear painfull, and the rest of her form completely vanished. Well, except for her outline in the throat, and the massive bulge she was making in the tiny tummy.
 
 
Finally, Ann painfully curled up in the dank, salty stomach of the adorably voracious pred. All Ann felt like doing was crying, but instead she felt something heavy press into her form on the outside of the dark, slowly filling chamber. Futaba laid on the enormous fishgut, with this shift of pressure, the squid let out a loud belch straight into Futaba's blushing face. After the long, noisy burp finally came to a stop, Futaba leaned over, and pecked the now incredibly red Inkling girl on the lips.
 
 
Inside the gut after the evacuation of excess air, Ann was in Hell to put it simply. Her air was now incredibly limited, and she felt like she was suction sealed in, her arms starting to make a horrifying cracking noise along with her ribs that were getting crushed by her knees.
 
 
“You know Ann, I am glad you decided to be such a dumb slut, I really, really am. I never liked you, but now? You’ll actually get to serve a purpose!” There was nothing but venomous bite to each word that dripped from the nerds mouth, each word stabbing into the dizzy and starting to itch all over Ann. “You know what Ann? For once you are doing something right! I mean, you couldn’t even protect your friend Shiho, but at least now you won’t mess up with her, or anyone, again.” Futaba hit the full gut, being met with another sea air belch and a small laugh.
 
 
Ann heard all of this, and just… Wanted to die. She wanted Futaba to snuff the life out of her right there and then, she didn’t want to hear this, she just wanted a moment where she didn’t feel any of this pain. That moment was soon to come, but Futaba heard something that nearly made her jump like Morgana into the air. A soft knock at the door.
 
 
Sadayo Kawakami stood outside of Futaba’s room. Akira had wanted to meet with her tonight, but she couldn’t find the sly and charismatic thief anywhere, and looked the last place she thought he might be. She always thought Futaba was Akira’s little sister, nothing more. “Akira, are you in there? It’s me, Kawakami… We agreed to meet up today?” She pause and listened for any sounds “Alright, I’m coming in… Just because I am worried about you!” she said, masking the slight annoyance and intrusion with the excuse of concern. A pout on her face grow as she justled with the keys and finally got the right one. “Don’t worry, if you’re doing anything you wouldn’t want me to see, I will just pretend-” And there she saw the struggling, muffled crying Ann filled gut belonging to something that just plainly didn’t even fully register on Kawakami’s mind.
 
 
A loud THWACK sounded as Futaba used her authentic Featherman staff replica to knock the nosy teacher to the ground with a noisy clammer. Kawakami let out a cry of pain as she hit the floor hard, her hands darting to the back of the head where the blow was registering. Robbers?! She thought to herself. No, she saw the neon orange hair of the “imouto” and a blurry smile as her vision faded in and out “W-Who… W-Why?!” Kawakami tried to utter out as tears filled her tired baggy eyes, but she was just met with a sound like a glass breaking, a swirl of colors, a warm wet feeling on her feet, and a loud gulping sound.
 
 
Futaba was eating Kawakami like a snake out, laying on her gut, slithering up the fine aged body of the teacher, not really getting to enjoy the taste of more personal parts due to the lack of thought put into which articles of clothing needed to be removed. Futaba just decided to get the cake into her gut as quickly as possible, and when the last few trails of brown fuzzy hair sucked up into her mouth, she awkwardly positioned herself to be back to back with the just-about-to-digest-Ann Inkling.
 
 
Both girls had incredibly large guts, especially considering their already short and tiny stature. Both girls were full with struggling girl meat. The Inkling had fresh young slut meat, and Futaba had fine aged hag meat, both with their own unique tastes, but both delicious.
 
 
Futaba let out an ungodly sounding guttural release of air from her gut, one that put the previous belch to shame before her own gut tightened up with some mild cracks and yelps. “Wow, and you were supposed to be a teacher?” Futaba snickered “What did you teach? How to make a good meal? God, I am glad I am getting to digest you! Old hags like you have outlived your prime, and should fuel young girls like me on our love quests” Futaba patted her gut, hoping that each hit was bruising the already battered teacher more and more. “You know, I guess the one good thing you did for this *urp* youth, is fuel me up so I am ready to take on the dating scene. I guess I solved your loneliness problem huh? Lots of other food in there for you to socialize with”.
The horrible insults and jabs just kept coming, with English and squid talk going back and forth to each of the meals. Speaking of the meals, both of the women were now starting to burn, their flesh was already a bit itchy after being deposited in their respective pred, but now it was starting to actually peel away at their flesh. Ann was the first to start to realize how badly the damage was due to being in the acid a bit longer than Kawakami. Her feet were already starting to turn into fleshy stubs of meat, and her palms were complete red, a color that would make her Metaverse costume jealous. Kawakami wasn’t having a good time either, as she felt her hairy snatch start to burn away, along with her lower body. Both girls were slowly getting sloshed around, and the disgusting smelling and feeling acids were making them lose any and all form. What once were two, extremely attractive and well endowed women, were now mostly just chunks of meat, with their brains clinging to their last little bits of life.
 
 
Ann was the first to go, her head getting covered in acids, not even getting the chance to scream. All she thought of was her and Akira going out to get some sweet treats, before Ann was officially gone. Kawakami on the other hand was hyperventilating, before she made the mistake of letting some gunk splash into her mouth. The burn was quick, and while she tried to scream, nothing range, and the once burned in image of the bubbly liquids quickly faded to black as her life also escaped from her body.
 
 
Both of the now extremely flabby bellied girls burped loudly as Futaba struggled and wobbled to her knees and did a little jump, cheering “They are gone now!” She shouted, her gut making a similar sound to how a bag of water and chunks of… Something would make. The bones, fragments of hair, meat, clothing, and other things swirled around like a gore soup.
 
 
“That was amazing!” “Woomy!” The Inkling agreed, not even bothering getting up just yet, her gut clearly disbalancing her. “Gosh, I have not been that full in a while” Futaba said, rubbing her gut, a drunk sort of blush on her face as her clothes tore a little with each movement. “Say… I have a few more… “friends” we could go have dinner with sometime… You down?” A sinister smile crept up onto Futaba’s face, the light shining a sheen onto her glasses. She was met with an enthusiastic “Woomy!”
 
 
After the excitement of devouring and ending the lives of the two slabs of girlmeat, both of the orange girls cuddled up together, each of their pudgy middles slumping over into their others, as they slept off the slowly churning remains of what once was. The occasional burp or other such noise punctuated the night as they both got the best rest they could possibly imagine.
 
 
Neither of the now well plumped up girls woke up anywhere close to a healthy time. It was a quarter past one when Futaba first stirred and noticed that all her features were new and improved. Larger breasts, thicc ass, a nice potbelly, among many other wonderful upgrades to her character. She looked over to the still snoozing Inkling and smiled at what she saw. Similar looking weight distribution, but slightly more in the fat department, which Futaba was more than okay with her friend having. Futaba stood up, took a nice yawn and stretched. She pulled out her phone and texted Akira a lewd sext, and told him she had some nice new additions he would like, then texted Haru, asking if she was up to dinner, before sending the same message to makoto.
 
 
Akira was going to be Futaba’s forever, and now Futaba had a new friend. Live was going just swell. The perfect boy, a best friend, and lots of tasty meals to eat.
 
 
GAME!