Romeo Conbalt had been frustrated.
 
For almost seven years, the guild he had grown up with and proud to be a part of, was falling apart. Everything that had to do with their reputation, their family and careers spiraled downward the moment their core members never returned from the obliterated Tenrou Island. It was humiliating to think they were the number one guild, once upon of time and now considered a joke among their peers.
 
His father, Macao, tried to help as he can as the appointed replacement guild master. But he was just one man with only a fraction of the power or charisma of his predecessor. He could only do so much before they had to sell their headquarters and owe debt to another guild entirely to own what little disreputable property they had left.
 
That's when Romeo came across a list of bounties lobbed in with the mail. There was an old name he hadn't heard of since the good old days; one that was recounted around the time Erza, Gray and Natsu had braved the terrors of Jellal's Tower of Heaven. In the list of bounties was names involving the assassins that were hired on and survived the ordeal over seven years ago.
 
The big scary one, in particular, was fetching a hefty price at 10 Billion Jewels for notorious missions he's carried out since the unsung fiasco his guild had a part of. While the description gave an update of recent sightings, he couldn't help but wonder why it seemed the assassins didn't work together as they had in the story. Perhaps that was an excpetion?
 
Regardless, Romeo had felt confident in his endeavor to earn something for the guild. Not just money to pay off their debts but also to help return some favor for his father and help them regain some semblance of pride in themselves again. There was no way he'd lose with how much was riding on his young shoulders.
 
If only he knew...
 
Maneuvering to the south of Fiore he'd go to a village known for being a waypoint for shady miscreants and neerdowells. Here, this was the place he was informed of being once sighted. Having only taken a day's travel by train and then carriage, he found the place under the cover of night. With no posted sentries or tax ridden entry, it was easy for him to slip through with only a hooded cloak over his lithe yet muscular developing young body.
 
Only wearing a sleeveless, unbuttoned jacket of burgundy hue and white trim that revealed his defined abdomen and pectorals, his biceps flexing in anticipation and calves tightening with precise readiness. With a white obi tied over his left hip, he had deep emerald loose pants and a pair of cloth brown shoes. Possessing an orange scarf to wind around his neck, the dark amethyst haired young man made his way across town, attempting to blend in with its shady inhabitants.
 
He felt eyes watch him, even within the periphery, as none would dare look directly to give themselves away. They were used to that kind of thing, watch and being watched. The fact he wasn't looking back would give something away perhaps as much as just gawking in response.
 
Shaking the eerie feeling of gazes locked onto him, he maneuvered to a boisterous sounding tavern. He figured if anyone had seen the man, he'd be there. Even within the darkness of the barely lit dirt roads he could see the bright golden gleam of activity from within. Glass cracking, shouts being heard, profanity erupting and the occasional smack of violence permeated the outside as he marched closer.
 
Pushing open the swinging doors open, he felt the whole bar's atmosphere overwhelm him. The smell of rank smoke, the spills of alcohol and the stench of body odor rife within the air. Doing his best not to hack, he shuffled his way inside, refusing the urge to unfurl his hood. Looking around left and right, he saw nasty to scrawny looking individuals that gave him once overs before going about their business; others seem to take a vested interest in looking at him, causing him to keep moving while looking around for a spot to sit down.
 
That's when he stopped short.
 
The mass of muscle with feathers jutting from elbows and circled up a substitute for a human head was near the center of the smoky lensed vista of tables and stools. He was holding a massive barrel full of alcohol, chugging it down, as other rough looking customers were chanting "Chug-Chug-Chug-Chug!" after every swallow of his. It baffled him just how long he could keep ingesting without taking a breath for air, causing him to shudder at the memory of the story of swallowing Natsu whole. The assassin's beek was wrapped around its circumferance and the mouth stretched outward like a sack, collecting the liquid as it moved down the expanded neck like a snake's. Gurgles were heard barely over the raucous individuals as a good deal of people were watching it take place.
 
Gritting his teeth, he balled up a fist and took a step forward, ready to land a surprise attack on the occupied creature.
 
"Hey you-!"
 
"What?!" Romeo cried out with surprise, turning around to see a larger figure with a flat brim hat and a high collared trench coat. He had a thick cigar wedged between his lips, his face covered in a kempt beard and the sight of bandoleers of ammunition strapped in an X form over his linen red shirt was seen. Just before he could make a retort, a click was heard right before his whole body throbbed and his eyes rolled back. Spewing out saliva, he dropped to the ground, just before he was caught by his scarf, the cloak undone to reveal his young adult figure; and more prominently, his Fairy Tail brand on his left shoulder.
 
"You shouldn't have wandered in here," The man spewed smoke over the unconscious boy, holstering a pistol from his free hand he had hidden in his sleeve, as he grinned between the wadded tabacco pressed against his dried lips. "Fairy Tail."
 
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It was dark. Romeo hadn't the faintest idea what had caused him to black out when he did. There was a flash, and an instant numbness spread from his stomach to his fingers, toes and the top of his head. Once he had collapsed, the gunman took him into an unknown place where light wasn't a commonplace.
 
Even as he regained consciousness, he didn't have much in the way of feeling. He felt himself stripped of his cloak and clothes, replaced with a sense of bareness. Shuffled around, he felt himself bump into a number of beings and entities. When a booming voice echoed ahead of him did the curtain pull back and he'd realize his predicament.
 
He was shined by a bright spotlight from overhead, joined by a number of other bare bodied individuals. Much to his dismay he was naked with the exception of an emerald jeweled collar wrapped around his neck. The sensation of air and temperature was felt but he felt no control over his movement save for her eyes and some of his mouth. The rest of his motor functions were completely under arrest by whomever controlled the infernal device attached to him.
 
"Welcome to the Underground Auction of Magical and Rare Bodies for Sale!" An unseen voice projects over everybody, a product of some form of telepathy from what Romeo could assume. "Here we have a wide assortment of choices today! Take in their shape, physique and unique appearances! But our first guest is a treat, and be the first to auction. Introducing a member from the once great," He paused, hearing a bunch of snickers after the fact, making Romeo's face blush more than before, his ears reddening as he heard the next choice words. "Now laughingstock Guild of Fiore, Fairy Tail! Say hello, Romeo Conbolt!"
 
"Hello," Romeo felt himself say, without his own consent. It made his eyes widen with shock as the numbness in his body was his lack of control over it. His eyes shook, nearly out of focus as he felt himself rise up to stand, strutting forward and blatantly showing off his person.
 
"That's it, Romeo! Show them what you got; and it ain't your credentials of being a Mage, that's for sure!"
 
Jeering laughter echoed inside the illicit gathering of men all ogling him. From his perspective, he could see they were all disgusting looking or shady, or a mix of both. The only thing that made the crowd stand out was a person he was originally tracking down. Upon seeing the daunting image of Fukuro's body tower over the rest, watching with patient crossed arms, he felt his insides crawl.
 
He was the last person he wanted seeing him doing...a sexy dance?!
 
Before he realized what was going on, he felt his hands drag off his scalp and over his face as his knees bent and his waist gyrated in place. Music began to play from the unseen perpertator of his phantom movements, his developing genitals swaying with the gyrations of his hips and circular movements of his muscle defined belly. His hands palmed his pecks, squeezing them and rolling the centers of his wrist heels against his nipples, hardening them under his forced ministrations.
 
Even as he began to wiggle on stage, his feet moving with gestures he's never done before, he could sense the hunger from the audience observing him. Sweat manifested over his working, bare skin as he continued to sway side to side on the smooth surface. While he was the one with the spotlight on stage all the others on display remained stoic statues, dispassionate thanks to the magic cast upon their motor functions.
 
Biting his lower lip, his eyes watered as he twisted around and bent over, his hands pressed on his knees as he began to twerk to the cheering crowd. All of the illegally gathered viewers hollered and hooped at the sight of his ass bouncing, its perfect circumference wiggling with movements he blushed madly out of sight from doing against his will. After what was like the fiftieth bounce, his hips began to roll in circles, slower and slower until his rump was being properly exentuated to the closest of observers.
 
Looking over his shoulder, his hands brushed from his legs up his thighs till he brushed his fingertips over the contours of each hind cheek. Slapping them loudly, his teary eyed face blushed hotly as he pulled back them to show his puckering anus, winking at the crowd. Hoots and hollers were being cast by those watching; while Fukuro looked hauntingly silent in comparison to those surrounding his daunting form.
 
"Alright! That's enough of the tease, Romeo!"
 
As the voice commanded, he'd stand upright and turn, spotlight remaining poised over him as he timidly looked at all the lecherous grins poised his way. Sweat now sloughed off his skin, further exascerbating his sexual shape and size to those present. Worse now was that his circumcized dick was erect, arching back to press into the lip of his waist below his navel; now leaking precum that oozed with the drops of sweat around his thighs.
 
"As you can see, this is a fine specimen of youth and flexibility. His magic is listed in your pamphlets so you need no example of that -for obvious reasons-. So, our first bids will start at 100 Million Jewels-"
 
"One Billion Jewels," Fukuro's voice chortled into the air, catching everyone off guard. Even as everybody looked his way, he stared vacantly at Romeo, blinking in quick succession so none could see the lids of his avian eyes.
 
"Ah...do I hear anyone else bid higher?"
 
"1.5 Billion!" Another shouted across the room.
 
"2.1 Billion!"
 
"2.2 Billion!"
 
"4 Billion," Fukuro chimed in again, causing a lull in the crowd once more.
 
After a pause, someone said hesitantly, "4.5-"
 
"5 Billion," Fukuro said without flinching, causing everyone to gasp at the height of the price he was paying.
 
"Alright then! I have Five Billion! Do we have any others? Anyone at all?"
 
Silence. None dared to go higher, especially for the smallest and objectively least impressive of the 'products' placed on stage. Even worse it was based on a gag of a guild these days; it wasn't worth the effort challenging the terrifying assassin over.
 
"Going once! Twice! SOLD! Five Billion for Romeo Conbolt! Thank you for your purchase, Fukuro!"
 
Romeo felt his blood go cold. He had remembered seeing the owl-headed-man swallow an entire keg of alcohol like it was nothing. If he wanted him for a snack, there'd be no hope of escape or rescue. As the the events were going on without him being able to react properly, he'd finally be relinquished into the possession of the cold-eyed killer mage.
 
Once he was handed over -by leash no less- he felt his collared neck yanked by the bird-man, pulling him along the shady town street. While he had initially drew gazes of suspicion from his periphery, glances were now obvious. He stumbled bare footed behind the strut of the muscular Dark Mage, forced to keep pace by whatever enchantment was in the collar and leash.
 
Drawn to a seedy looking motel, he felt himself hauled up a flight of stairs till he found himself in a large bedded room with very little in terms of furnishings. Instead a lot of bottles of alcohol, barrels of food and the contents of likely devoured people strewn across the floor.
 
"Hoo-Hoo, this is such a treat!~" Fukuro spoke in his creepy high pitched voice, his back facing him while unfastening something from the front of his pants. The sound of a zipper being undone made a jolt go up and down Romeo's spine, his eyes dilating as he saw the bird-man turn to reveal a thick, throbbing veined cock sticking out from his pants. Looking up with his eyes alone, he shivered as he looked down with a squint of maliciousness imbued within his soulless black eyes. "Ever since that delicious snack escaped, I've fantasized about getting my revenge on him. Little Romeo, your resemblance is uncanny, so I'll enjoy taking my time being pleasured by you, hoo-hoo!~"
 
He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. He wanted to vomit. But worst of all, he couldn't help but see the erect staff of meat come closer to his partially open mouth. Despite all his will's provocations in being forced into this situation, his lips felt the heat of the mushroom head before they pressed into a kiss against his small mouth.
 
Slowly inserting through the flaps of his orifice, he moaned around it, his eyes fixed upon the intricate veins that throbbed across the erection, watching it slowly disappear inch by inch past his stretching jaw. The benefits of the collar allowed him to keep widening his mouth past the point of comfort -even still, he heard painful pops in his ears from his jaw locking back, as the magic manipulated his muscles to accommodate the mass-. Feeling the head push into the top of his throat, he felt his neck swallow something he swore he'd normally choke on, but the spell kept him steady.
 
Tearing in abundance, he looked up as he felt the moist sac slap against his chin. Smelling the hairless root of the erection, he saw the Owl head turn to the left till it was almost looking at him upside down. Pulling the leash, he'd feel his throat gurgle as the mass of meat pulled halfway from his stretched lips with an audible 'uuuuulllllrrrrrrrp' coming from his nostrils. Then, with a pelvic thrust, the cock stretched the adam's apple of his throat with the shape of his dick's head.
 
"Mmmmmmmmllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrp!" He moaned with the retracting pull and pistoning thrust of the mammoth meat being forced through his body orally. Each and every time, he swore he heard a crackle grind his facial structure from the strength of the Owl-headed Mage's hips. He'd feel the balls slap the underside of his chin every time he'd pull back before his face would smoosh into his partially covered pelvis and clean shaven pubic area.
 
"Oh that feels gooooooooooooooooooood!" Fukuro hoo'd out, bending his neck back at an impossible angle for humans to perform. A strong, calloused hand grabbed the top of Romeo's scalp, fascilitating the thrusts with pulls and yanks with the other hand on the leash through his collar bound neck. Squelching in and out of the human turned cocksleeve, he'd begin to pump faster and harder, earning a repetition of erotic noises from the young adult's face.
 
"Mmmfff! Mmmfff! Mmmfff! Mmmmffff! Mmmmfff! Mmmfff!" Moaned around slipped spurts of saliva of the abundantly moist stick of meat rushing in and out of his throat. Every time he swore he felt it go down further than before. Eyes were almost rolling back, tears leaking from his eyes mixing with spurting fluids from his nostrils. Slurp, slurp, slurp; gulp, gulp, gulp he'd continue with his ingestion and expulsion of the foreign object being gyrated around his digestive tract's entry.
 
Then, a long pull out as the sexual organ spasmed, right before shoving all the way past his neck into the top of his chest. Despite the anatomical impossibility, his eyes widened, gaze straightening as he felt a proportion of gallons of seed empty into his body. Sloshing into his body was a stream of pumping cream, causing his belly to fill up with warmth and slosh noisily. The muscle taut abdomen began to stretch, much to his squealing dismay, pulling out only as the spasms lessened.
 
Coughing as suds of semen spilled out with the staff of the limp erection, Romeo just bent his head down and exhaled a long pool of cum-stained drool. Despite hacking up what had almost gotten into his lungs, he felt a good volume was inside his now bulging stomach. Distending his belly, the sensation of it sloshing had made him erect against his will, his body sweating anew from the oral rape he had just endured.
 
"Hmmmmm, I could use a sex toy," Fukuro pondered aloud, giving a mixture of hope and disgust within Romeo. The thought hadn't crossed the young mage's mind that he'd just be used for his body to please the assassin, but that would at least give him time to think; to plan for escape. But as he looked up, he saw the sinister squint again, causing his spine to tingle and his heart to beat quickly. "But then again, I rather enjoy what a tasty looking snack is, now that I've plumped you up nicely."
 
'So that's what he face fucked me for?! To fatten me up?!' Romeo thought audaciously as his mouth kept hanging open, cum-stained drool still ebbing from his lower lip down his chin in thick globs.
 
"Hoo-Hoo! Now my revenge fantasy will be realized! Come here, Romeo," Fukuro cooed, snapping the leash off while hauling his body by the scruff of his neck. Without feeling anything other than emitting the cold sweat and wide glazed stare of a scared, mortified Romeo, his limp body was held above the disproportionately small head of the assassin. Then, the beak opened and stretched beyond belief to be a wide open oval that had a scarlet pit of soft muscle and sopping wet tissue that spiraled down into seemingly oblivion.
 
Releasing his grip, Romeo made a small squeak before he fell down into the gaping maw, feeling the top of the beak close over his head as his body stretched the stretched mouth wrapping him from the outside in. Unable to do more than muffle out whimpers and squirm only slightly, he'd push his hands against the back of the throat while bumpy partitions of muscle pushed in and around his arms. Flesh rubbed against his naked ass up his groin as he'd slide down farther, his feet slipping off perching points before it'd be diving downwards in a complete erect fashion.
 
With a loud gulp, the healthy sized boy stretches through Fukuro's chest, allowing him to pat his widening, muscular abdomen with a chortling hoot. "Hooooo, down the hatch! That was delicious, my little Romeo."
 
"MMMMMMMMPH! NNNNNNNFFFFFF!" Romeo moaned pitifully with more gusto, now entering his magical absorbing space of his belly, his body's outline squirming through the outlines of his abs. Hands pressed cartoonishly out, his face shoving upward, wrapped in layers of skin, while his feet push just below his navel. The congealing lines of the assassin's dermal coverings showed the depths of which the preteen had gotten himself into.
 
"Don't worry," He chortled darkly, a haunting glow of yellow emitting from his eyes as the light of the moon sprayed in, wrapping him in a dark silhouette as the struggling fetal positioned frame of the boy continued to struggle heavily. "You'll soon be absorbed into my being, and give me all of your powers; for whatever worth that is, hoo-hoo!"
 
Deep inside, Romeo couldn't help but feel miserably compressed. The flesh of the stomach, while capable of holding contents much larger, was in the process of pressing down on all sides and shrinking over, revealing his shape and definition even from the outside. Globules of fluids dripped like slime over his crown as he slid into the back of the tissue container, feeling cushioned folds of digestive muscle contract and squeeze around his pushing hands and feet. Soaked in bubbling goo, he'd gasp past a mask of slime, squinting past some of the goo as he struggled ever-more to release himself from his deadly prison.
 
"I won't let you win, you filthy-gah!"
 
He was beginning to yell until he felt something press against the seat of his upturned ass. Blinking past the layer of slime covering his face, he lurched his head as much as he could manage in his tight space, seeing what looked like an erection of the stomach's flesh grind against the crack of his rump. Shaking his head back and forth, he tried to wrend his hand from the front ceiling of the sac only to discover it, like his feet, were held tightly in suckling folds of flesh that noisily gulped and slurped around his digits to his wrists and ankles.
 
"N-No! S-Stop, ahn!" He begged, bowing his body through the front of Fukuro's waist, revealing his body in an suggestive posture akin to a U shape from the front to the back. During this motion, he felt his rump filled by the head of this fleshy tendril, moistening his winking hole before beginning to shove forcefully into. Squinting, even past the top of the assassin's abdomen, he squirmed while continuing to bow froward, his hands and feet stuck in this posture long enough for Fukuro to rub through the skin of the belly to his face. When he felt the ring begin to stretch, a muffled squeal was heard as he'd throttle back, showing the curled up form with pushing feet and hands stretching more pronounced than ever before like at the start.
 
"NLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!" He gurgled through, his perfectly shaped ass now gripped by the seat of flesh that kneaded it, while the tendril of digestive tissue burrowed straight into his hindquarters. Squelching slurp after bleching slorp, inadequately prepared nether entrance pooched in and out with the revolutions of meat that continued to roll up his rectum. With his stomach already cramping from the warmth of seed, he now felt even more tight inside as past nerves that made his tongue stick out and his eyes widen past the mask of muck that continued to drip over his basted flesh, his face reddened to a near burgundy color.
 
Gargling on suds of stomach fluids and his own saliva, he felt as much as saw from the corner of his eye his belly begin to ripple a serpentine trail of the inflation his intestines took from the anal intruder continuing to chug into his insides. Twirling around in a weaving path of gelationous fervor, he huffed and gawked, gagged and squealed as the winding knotted pressure left a visible imprint of the ugly bunch of stomach flesh spiraled into his very core, diving straight into the bottom of his very full belly.
 
He thought it was finally over as his stomach had inflated even more with deformed worm knots wrapped in a skin-tight bundle over his already cum filled belly. Tearfully looking down, he'd moan with despair as he'd feel it continue to fill him and crawl upwards. A ticklish sensation entered his esophagus, causing him to gag and cough out spit, realizing with a chill that it was coming out. Despite his internal protests it'd stretch the front of his chest the same way his belly, pronouncing his pecks to the point of making them look like breasts. Spewing out saliva he'd finally roll his eyes back as his tongue stretches out like a red carpet awaiting the exit of a knotted wrinkle of flesh spews out in a fountain of goo.
 
"Ulllllllllllffffffffffffff!~" Splattering juices over his face and crown even more abundantly, he groaned around his gagged meat as it'd slide out of his mouth in increments, slowly pulling through his whole body from the ass straight out of his tired jaw and pressed lips. By the time his glazed eyes refocused, he'd see it attach to the top of the ceiling of the digestive sac, rendering him unable to be freed of this intrusion that went all the way through one point and out his own mouth.
 
Soon, other tentacles joined into the fray. A pair splitting open mouths that'd wrap over his enlarged breasts, encompassing them in their tendril floral shaped mouths before threads spirited into his nipples. Spikes of pain followed by unusual jolts of strange pleasure filled him as he'd shaking his flesh spewing head his chest was filled with more of the digestive tissue. His gorging belly was soon pierced by the navel from the most forward partition of the sac, the stomach now pumping into the tendril mess that was his own innards. Nostrils and ears were soon filled up by other layers of flesh, his face joined by other layers of tissue as he couldn't help but muffle out more gurgles than squeals as he'd be completely subsumed into the flesh walls of Fukuro's gut.
 
From the outside, Fukuro watched with pleasure as the wriggling in his stomach began to morph the shape of Romeo Conbolt into something less human and more of a lump of meat. Still vibrating, still making noises, it'd be awhile before it'd completely silence and end the state of living. After his belly would recede back to its perfectly encrusted abs, he'd grin as he'd open a palm of his and reveal the blue signature flames of the Conbolts, whipping it around like a solid shape as it'd grab a bottle of liquor and bring it to his mouth where he'd slurp it down.
 
Belching out, he'd chortle with satisfaction before he'd flop onto his bed and begin to snort and hoot to a well deserved slumber.