It had started as a normal day for Brenna. Waking up in her tent, the sun shone bright through the opening. She had been making her way home after a successful hunting trip. Word had reached her of an up and coming stallion from the south who supposedly could outlast anyone in sex. She had decided to go pay him a visit and see if the rumors were true. After journeying to the stallion and challenging him, it took less than a night for Brenna to come out on top and turn the stallion’s reputation into nothing, and the stallion himself into her cum. Leaving the tent and stretching, she felt the warm sunlight across her bare skin. There was rarely a warm day back home, so she enjoyed the warm climate of the south as best she could, sleeping naked, basking in the sun, swimming in warm waters. Finishing her stretch, she could see in the not too far distance a figure approaching. This slightly disappointed her, it meant that she’d have to get dressed and deal with whatever this person wanted. After returning to her tent, dressing herself, and exiting once again, the figure was close enough for Brenna to make out their features. It appeared to be an elf, and based on their garbs, she knew exactly where the elf was coming from.
 
 
  “You there,” Brenna called out, “what’s your purpose?” The elf continued to approach, but called out in return.
 
 
  “I come bearing a message from the goddess Velhara. She has want of some of her most devout followers,” the elf called out, revealing itself to be a woman, “Her reasoning is all within this letter. She hopes that you specifically, Brenna, show up to the Velvet Maw for this. The goddess seems to favor you.”
 
 
  Now that the messenger had reached Brenna, she handed her the letter that she had been ordered to bring to her. Brenna took the letter, unfolded it, and began to read it.
 
 
  To those chosen by the goddess Velhara, your goddess asks for your attendance at the Velvet Maw. Velhara wishes to hold a competition among you, involving your special talents. The stakes of the competition will be high, but the champion of which will be given a great honor and blessing from your goddess herself. Velhara hopes to see you at the Velvet Maw by the month’s end.
 
 
  The months end, Brenna thought, she’d only be able to just make it in time to the Velvet Maw. To serve her goddess was a great honor itself, and that she had desired that Brenna herself to show up especially, she couldn’t not go.
 
 
  “As an incentive,” the elf woman said, “the goddess has commanded me to feed myself to you.” The elf then knelt before Brenna, ready to be devoured. Brenna needed no incentive other than serving her goddess, but she would not throw away such a willing meal. She picked up the elf and swiftly began to eat her. In just a few jerks of her head, Brenna had the elf entirely in her mouth and traveling down her throat. The moment she no longer needed to hold her meal with her hands she turned to begin packing away her tent so she could begin her journey to the Velvet Maw. By the time Brenna had ducked down to enter her tent, the elf had already entered her stomach and began to serve her final duty as Brenna’s breakfast.
 
 
  It had taken Brenna longer than she had prepared for to reach the Velvet Maw. Though thankfully the elf messenger she had eaten and later disposed of on the roadside had made sure she did not run out of food before arriving. The guards recognized her and immediately let her into the Maw, despite the protests from those in line. One glance from the towering horse girl had silenced them quickly, however. Walking in, she took in the familiar sights of the lounge. She walked past the bar and the dancers and booths towards the VIP section, where only those chosen by the goddess could enter. She could smell in the air the aphrodisiacs that meant the plants under the stages had been well fed that day. It was lucky for Vel that so many were willing to work for her. Brenna strode past the bouncers guarding the VIP section from the regular clientele, the guards knew her face well. Beyond the curtains, the VIP section had an unusual air to it. Instead of the usual sight of patrons lounging and being serviced by Velhara’s personal servants, the seats were empty, not an elf or kobold servant in sight, only a dozen or so others of various species that Brenna recognized as some of Velhara’s most common VIP patrons, all naked. Brenna noted that all those gathered were either men or hermaphrodites, their cocks semi-hard.
 
 
  “Welcome Brenna, we’ve been waiting for you,” the familiar, overpowering voice of Velhara called out, “Now that you’re here, we can begin.” Velhara stepped out from the curtains separating the VIP area from her own personal quarters. The bovine goddess was in her usual attire of gold chains and nudity. She clapped her hands and behind her followed a flow of numerous servants.
 
 
  “All of you understand that you are here for a competition on my behalf,” Vel began, “I wish to breed, and this tournament will be to determine who shall be the one to provide their seed.” Velhara cast off the cloth shrouding her crotch, revealing that she had magicked away her usual dick in favor of revealing her vagina, all the while the servants began to line themselves around the room and get on their knees. “You all shall compete to see who can fit the most servants within their cock. Whoever fits the most will use their new seed to fill my womb. The rest shall be fed to me. There are no particular rules to this challenge, only that you are to stuff as many servants as you can into your cocks. Do you all understand the rules of engagement?” The competitors in the room nodded as the last of the servants knelt in their positions. Brenna felt especially confident, fitting people into her balls was her specialty.
 
 
  With everyone’s approval, Velhara announced, “With all this said, the competition may begin. I don’t expect it to take long with patrons of your skills.” Immediately the other competitors dashed to the nearest elf or kobold, while Brenna casually removed her clothes and simply walked up to an androgynous kobold. She immediately fit the opening of her cock on top of the kobolds forehead. The cock’s head immediately began to open to accept the kobold’s. It did not take long at all for Brenna’s cock muscles to begin to pull to kobold in, the kobold’s shoulders entering her urethra. With the widest part of the Kobold within her and no longer needing to stretch her cock opening, the kobold was sucked in almost like a vacuum. Already Brenna had taken a near lead, being beaten out only by a canine man who was already at the feet of his chosen prey. He would be a challenge that Brenna needed to overcome if she wanted to succeed in breeding with her goddess.
 
 
  Brenna fit the last of her kobold prey into her cock, the rest of them deposited into her balls, quickly beginning to convert the kobold into cum. While the rest of the kobold sank into her balls, she moved onto the next servant, another kobold, this one female. Brenna followed the same steps as with the last kobold, pushing her cock onto the kobold’s forehead and absorbing her head. As she kept pulling the kobold into her dick, she noticed the canine again. It seemed that he wasn’t having as easy a time with his second prey as his first. His effort was showing on his face, even though he was sucking down the elf as quickly as the first. The source of his stress was revealed as semen began to leak out around the elf, the canine had already churned up his last catch and devouring this elf had given him enough pleasure to cum.
 
 
  He didn’t notice that Velhara approached behind him until she said, “I’m sorry Champlain[a][b], but you need to keep all the seed inside you until it’s time to release into me. I have no need of a glass cannon, you’re disqualified.” The canine Champlain looked up just in time to see Velhara’s jaws descend upon him. The words my goddess were all he could utter before Velhara clamped her jaws around his chest, the rest of him above his chest fit into her mouth in one bite. Velhara scooped the rest of him in one hand the the elf that was still halfway in his cock with the other. She quickly swallowed both down, the first competitor had been eliminated ahead of schedule.
 
 
  All while this had happened, Brenna had finished her second kobold. Looking around, she could see the rest of the competitors were either working on their second prey, or finishing their first. She quickly guessed a number of the remaining servants, and figured that if she could fit just two more she’d be labelled the winner. Fitting so many prey into her balls at one time wasn’t something she did often, but the desire to serve her goddess filled Brenna with the determination to do it with ease.
 
 
  Walking over to her next catch, a male elf, Brenna noticed a commotion was occurring in her sack. It seemed that the kobolds were having their own fun within her before they melted. If they were enjoying themselves, she thought, then she would be happy to add this elf to the mix. Given how confident she felt, she decided to change her usual pattern for this elf. Instead of beginning with his head, Brenna commanded him to put his hands forward, which then easily fit into her cock’s opening. Unlike the kobolds, the elf actively began to push himself into Brenna’s cock, eager to be devoured. Brenna was unsure if this could be considered getting outside help or would disqualify her. Regardless, she made sure that the elf would end up inside her quickly enough that Vel wouldn’t notice his efforts. Instead of letting her cock do all the work of contracting and pulling the elf in like a snake, Brenna reached down and gripped the sides of the elf, pushing him further into her cock. With the strength of her muscled arms and strong cock combined, the elf was effortlessly deposited into Brenna’s ballsack, her own hands nearly getting caught in her cock’s suction when she pushed his feet in.
 
 
  At this point, there was only one servant left, a short, chubby goblin girl who managed to survive this long. Whether she went unnoticed by less attentive competitors, or was being saved for last due to her short stature. This shortstack goblin was cute, Brenna thought, she might’ve had some fun with her, if there wasn’t a competition going on. But there was no time to fuck her cockfood, the win would be guaranteed for her if she finished her off. Brenna quickly fit the small goblin’s head into her cock, she was so small that Brenna barely had to stretch to fit her. Pulling her in, Brenna closed her eyes and imagined pumping this goblin into Velhara once she melted. Her daydream ended as quickly as it started, however, when she felt the goblin start to tug against her suction, uncharacteristic of any servant of Vel. Looking down at her cock, she saw that a fellow hermaphroditic horse was attempting to take the goblin girl right out of Brenna’s cock and into her own, her cock already up to the shins of the goblin.
 
 
  The nerve of this Mare! She wouldn’t get away with this, that’s for sure. Brenna doubled her efforts, pulling on the goblin harder than ever before, possibly as hard as she had ever pulled. The mare was also pulling on the goblin’s legs, but could not compete against Brenna’s pull. To compensate, she began to move herself forward to put more of the goblin’s legs into her cock. The two tips met at the waist of the goblin, the entirety of the servant hidden from the world entirely by the two cocks. The two horse girls were at an impasse, both had an iron grip on their gains and neither could pull the goblin away from the other. Those competitors who had finished the last of their prey had begun to crowd around the hermaphrodites to observe who would win in this tug-of-vore. Velhara herself watched with great interest, burping as Champlain’s digestion finished.
 
 
  Brenna knew that she’d have to try another tactic if this goblin was to be hers, this back and forth with the other mare would never get her anywhere. In a quick move, she reached out her hand and grabbed the other mare’s cock and began to pull it towards her. As Brenna expected and to the other mare’s surprise, Brenna’s cock began to slide over the other. This move shocked the other mare, who wasted what moment she had to escape. By the time she began to pull away from Brenna, half of her cock was already within Brenna. A few gasps of amazement came from the crowd, and Velhara smirked at Brenna’s enginuity. Brenna continued to pull the other mare in, using her cock muscles and her arms. Quickly enough, the other mare began to bend backwards to fit into Brenna’s cock. The position was undoubtedly painful for the mare, but the width of the mare made Brenna’s cock stretch to the limit, giving her much discomfort as well. But Brenna grimaced through it and sure enough, the other mare ended up in Brenna’s balls, kicking and struggling all the way, surrounded by half melted kobolds and an elf.
 
 
  “Well then,” Velhara announced with a clap, “it would appear that at four servants, plus one competitor and the two servants she caught, Brenna has fit the most into her sack. She is the champion, and she will be the one who will impregnate me. The rest of you,” Velhara turned her gaze to the remaining competitors, “it is time to serve your goddess.” A variety of reactions came from the competitors. Some showed resignation, some apprehension, one showed fear. The fearful feline tried to slowly back his way towards the door leading back out into the lounge, but the bouncers normally positioned outside came in and blocked off the exit. No one could renege the agreement made with Velhara.
 
 
  Velhara approached the feline first, “I know it can be scary, giving up your autonomy to become one with your goddess, but I promise that this is the greatest blessing you can receive now.” The feline stood tense, but was no longer moving away from Vel. It took Velhara no time to pick up and swallow the feline, his prey filled balls giving Velhara minimal issues. With the feline down, there were four more competitors for Velhara to eat and provide nourishment for her soon to be conceived offspring. Not one of them put up a fight against their goddess as she came to consume them. While all of them would have preferred to be the one to fuck their goddess, or even being the one to live, they knew that since the moment Velhara graced them with her presence, their ultimate fate would be to feed her.
 
 
  One after another a failed competitor disappeared into Velhara’s maw, along with whatever servants still lived within their balls. First a fox herm, then a dragon man, then two deer herms who Brenna thought looked related. The differences between her meals mattered not to Velhara, only that they were meals who did not succeed in her challenge. Feeling them melt in her stomach, Velhara felt some pride in choosing such worthy competitors, despite their failures. They would do great in becoming the building blocks of her future daughters. With the last one beginning to be squeezed by Vel’s tightening gut, Velhara turned her attention to Brenna.
 
 
  “Now Brenna, my champion, it’s time for your reward. Come with me to my chambers,” Velhara gestured to the crimson curtains that lead to her bedroom. Together, Brenna with her balls engorged larger than they had ever been and Velhara with her protruding gut filled with the mass of over twenty people, they walked through the curtains and into the bedroom. Velhara fell into the giant plush pit of pillows and blankets that she called her bed, and beckoned for Brenna to lay atop her. She obliged, and rested her body on Velhara’s stomach. Despite Brenna’s giant stature at over eight feet, Velhara still dwarfed her in height and size.
 
 
  “Fuck me Brenna,” Velhara whispered into her ear, “make me pregnant with your seed.” Brenna needed no other invitation, and lined up her hard dick with Velhara’s waiting pussy. The first thrust was almost effortless, the goddess had made sure that she was as wet as she could be for this. Brenna kept thrusting her two foot cock into her goddess, eager to please both her and herself. The sexual tension building up in Brenna accelerated the cum digestion of the other mare who was still clinging to life within her balls. She died within moments of the beginning of Brenna and Vel’s lovemaking. The thrill of fucking her goddess, along with the numerous natural and unnatural aphrodisiacs in the air around Brenna’s chambers, gave Brenna more pleasure than she could have imagined. She loved serving her goddess, she loved fucking her goddess, she loved that she was going to sire her goddess’ children.
 
 
  All this culminated in Brenna unleashing her cum into Velhara’s womb. Gallons at a time, the former servants and mare filled Velhara, expanding her gut even further. And once her womb was filled, cum leaked out onto the bedding below, all while Brenna kept thrusting deep into Velhara. When her balls had finally been emptied and returned to their normal size, Brenna rested herself on top of Velhara, completely exhausted from the pure euphoria she just experienced.
 
 
  “Oh Brenna, that was wonderful. Thank you for your services.” Velhara cooed.
 
 
  “Anything for you, my goddess,” Brenna responded between pants.
 
 
  “Your work is not finished however,” Velhara continued. Brenna looked up to Velhara’s face, half expecting to see Velhara moving to eat her. But instead, Velhara continued speaking, “I will ensure that your seed gives me daughters, four of them. They will be sent out into the world with some faithful acolytes, their true parents a secret to them. I plan to devour them in twenty five years, and this will ensure they have a variety of flavors when it is time. Two of them, I want you to impregnate, so that they can fill me even more. Can you do this for me Brenna?”
 
 
  “Of course I can, my goddess,” Brenna promised.
 
 
  “Thank you, Brenna. You may call me Vel,” Velhara gave her gratitude.
 
 
  Over the next half hour, Brenna recovered from the incredible sex Velhara provided her. And the next few days she spent her time in the VIP section of the Velvet Maw, making sure she would be ready for her journey home. After nine months, Velhara gave birth to her four daughters, a mixture of equine and bovine girls. She sent them off with fitting parents, so that they’d never even suspect they might not be with their real parents. The girls grew up independent and strong, the benefits they inherited from their goddess mother being attributed to luck or hard work, depending on which culture they were being raised in. Brenna herself began to spend much more time in the Velvet Maw’s VIP section, enjoying the unique privilege of being off Velhara’s implicit menu for the next twenty five years while she was still needed by the voracious cow. Almost two decades had passed with Brenna giving little thought to her offspring with Velhara, other than the ever present reminder that they were why she could stay in the Velvet Maw safely, when Velhara spoke to Brenna about them.
 
 
  “I can’t wait any longer, Brenna, I need one of them,” Velhara explained, “I’ve sent word to her adoptive mother to bring her here. She will be one of the ones you’ll impregnate. She’ll be here soon. Once you knock her up, we’ll let her womb fill up for a few months before I eat her, but it’s going to be hard for me. Try to be the voice in my ear telling me to wait a bit longer.”
 
 
  “Of course, Vel, I’ll make sure you wait until she’s finished cooking,” Brenna joked.
 
 
  “Okay, shush, she’s here,” Vel whispered to Brenna as the curtains to the lounge moved to reveal two figures, an older bovine woman and another teenaged one. This was her daughter, Brenna thought, she had never seen her before. She was certainly Velhara’s daughter, covered in chub and a noticeable bulge in her pants. Based on her eyes, Brenna could tell that she had gotten a good view of the lounge and all the voracious activities that were occurring within. And, if Brenna knew the look, she enjoyed it.
 
 
  “Hello, Caroline, I’m Velhara,” Vel introduced herself, “I’m sure your mother has told you about me and this place,”
 
 
  “Y-yeah,” Caroline, the daughter, began with an accent that firmly placed her as being from the southern regions, “you’re supposed to be a goddess, and my mom, so that makes me some sort of demi-goddess. That’s why I’m always hungry, and why I was able to swallow that cat whole in preschool, and why I found him so tasty.”
 
 
  “Oh, so you’re aware of your powers, good,” Velhara continued, “Caroline, I’d like to offer you a place at my side, you’ll be able to indulge yourself to your heart’s content, even patrons.”
 
 
  Caroline’s eyes light up, “You mean it? I can eat my fill? No more being hungry? And I can eat people?”
 
 
  “Yes of course,” Vel answered, “but first you must do something for me. This here is Brenna, one of my best worshippers, she is going to impregnate you so that I may have a granddaughter growing within you.”
 
 
  Caroline looked over to Brenna, “Oh wow, a herm? I’ve always wanted to try having sex with a herm, but there’s none at home. Of course, Velhara, of course. This is like a dream come true!”
 
 
  “I thought it might be. Brenna, turn her into cum and knock Caroline up,” Velhara pointed to the older cow woman who had spent the last years of her life raising Caroline for Vel.
 
 
  “This is it, my daughter,” the adoptive mother told Caroline, “don’t miss me, I’ll be part of you and your child.”
 
 
  “Mom?” Caroline asked, before Brenna covered the cow woman’s head with her cock. Quickly she disappeared into Brenna’s sack, while Caroline stood there shocked that the woman who raised her was just going to die like that, so that she could sit in the lap of luxury. But it was too late for Caroline to go back on the offer, so she simply obliged Velhara’s demands and began to undress in preparation of mating with Brenna.
 
 
  The sex was rough for Caroline, she could barely fit Brenna’s cock head into her, let alone her entire length. And fucking right in front of everyone in the VIP area certainly made her feel self concious. Her womb stretching to accommodate her cummified mother did not cause discomfort thanks to her abilities, but she still silently mourned the loss of her. Now that her daughter was filled with her cum, Brenna returned to her original seat from before Caroline arrived, awaiting to see how Caroline would adapt to the Maw over the last few months of her life.
 
 
  As Brenna somewhat expected, Caroline went to town on the VIP section, eating almost as much as Vel did, and on one occasion twice as much. Her pregnancy continued, becoming noticeable very early on. She began to refer to Vel as Mom, accepting with pride her new position as a demi-goddess. All the while Brenna had to practically beg Velhara to wait until Caroline was ready to be eaten. However, once her seventh month of pregnancy arrived, Caroline proved too tempting for Vel to wait a moment longer.
 
 
  Velhara approached Caroline as she was admiring her elf filled stomach in the mirror, hoping that they’d feed her baby well. “Caroline, my daughter, you’ve certainly filled yourself up.”
 
 
  “Of course I have, Mom, this place is amazing.” Caroline responded.
 
 
  “Yes, Caroline, you’ve certainly been eating my servants and my patrons with gluttony, but I have to tell you, that’s not why I brought you here,” Velhara continued.
 
 
  “Ah yes, my child, your granddaughter,” Caroline assumed, “she’s coming along well, I can feel she’s gonna be a nice and healthy baby.”
 
 
  “No, Caroline,” Velhara corrected, “You weren’t brought here to be a mother, you were brought here to feed yours.”
 
 
  “I was what?” Caroline exclaimed before Velhara clamped down on her head. Finally, after so many years she could feast upon her womb’s creation. And she was so delicious. Her southern upbringing had kept her fatty and well fed. She was so glad she didn’t keep herself waiting for almost another decade, the taste of her daughter was almost as divine as herself. She almost wished she could keep her in her mouth forever, but she knew that she wasn’t the goddess of taste. She shoveled the rest of her daughter into her mouth and swallowed her down. Vel patted her full stomach, she thought to herself that if this one was so good this early, then if she waited for the rest of her daughters to turn twenty five, they would be absolutely divine.
 
 
  So time passed again, Caroline soon became nothing more than a memory kept alive
solely by Velhara remembering that there were three more of her sisters waiting to be devoured. On the twenty fifth anniversary of Brenna and Vel conceiving, Velhara called in another daughter for Brenna to impregnate, a horse girl who had been raised in the cold north like Brenna had been. She went through the same process Caroline had, being promised all the people she could eat in exchange for Brenna filling her womb. This daughter, however, kept herself more reserved than Caroline, never coming close to eating the amount of servants Velhara did. In turn, Velhara was able to keep herself from eating her daughter until nine months had passed and she became heavily pregnant.
 
 
  It was now the twenty fifth birthday of Vel’s daughters, and Vel had called for the remaining two to be brought to the Velvet Maw. When they had arrived, Vel had asked for her pregnant daughter to meet with her sisters in her chambers. Brenna, despite having served her purpose and no longer being safe from Vel’s stomach, had stuck around to observe the end of her daughters, and was allowed to watch as Velhara consumed them.
 
 
  “My daughters, it has been twenty five years since you were born. You’ve all lived rich lives since leaving my womb, had so many experiences, been through so many events, and now you are all here, in the very room you were conceived in. But now I will tell you that you all have a fourth sister, who came here earlier than the rest. And I would like to show you all to her,” Brenna explained.
 
 
  “Yes mother, I’d love to meet my sister, another aunt for my baby would be wonderful,” the pregnant mare told Velhara.
 
 
  “Very well then, you shall see where she’s gone first,” Velhara said as she reached down, picking up her daughter and stuffing her head into her mouth. She let out a muffled scream as Velhara began to swallow her down, her struggles completely useless against the incredibly experienced goddess. The other two daughters screamed. They did not know much about this pregnant horse girl or this goddess claiming to be their mother, but they were horrified by the sight nonetheless, as well as the obvious implication that they were about to be eaten as well. Both tried to run, but the second horse girl was gripped by Velhara before she could escape, and brought to her maw as she finished swallowing down her pregnant daughter. The final daughter, another cow girl, tried to escape out the curtains, but was tackled by Brenna before she could get away. Kicking and screaming, Brenna dragged the cow girl back to her mother, who had just finished swallowing her third daughter.
 
 
  Without a word, Velhara picked up her last daughter and slid her feet into her mouth slowly, savouring the last taste of her daughters that she’d get for a long time.
 
 
  “Please! Please don’t do this!” the cow girl cried, “I don’t want to die! I didn’t do anything wrong!” But right and wrong was not Velhara’s domain, only devouring was. Her protests went ignored by Vel and Brenna as she was lowered down Velhara’s throat. And once she was completely within, Vel let go of her and let her drop down into her stomach with her other sisters.
 
 
  “Thank you for catching her Brenna, I would have had to catch her myself if she ran, and I am not one for running,” Velhara said with a sigh, resting her hands on her writhing gut. “Oh they tasted incredible, you were certainly the right choice in seed. I might need to do this again, it’s not often that I eat an unwilling meal and feel them struggle within me, and it’s even rarer that it’s my own daughters.”
 
 
  “You thinking of hosting another competition?” Brenna said with a smirk.
 
 
  “Maybe, as long as you don’t think you’ve gotten too rusty after twenty five years,” Vel joked.
 
 
  “With all the youth pheromones you fill this place with, I feel younger and spryer than I did during the first competition,” Brenna joked back.
 
 
  “Well then, maybe I should get to gathering up some messengers, I’ve gotten a lot of followers since the last one, maybe you’ll see you’re not as strong as you think and some new hotshot takes your place.” Velhara and Brenna laughed together, the shaking of Velhara’s laughter crushing her daughters within her stomach. This would not be the last time this happened to Velhara’s daughters, more would enter her stomach for decades upon decades to come. And Brenna would be there to keep knocking her up.
 
 
[a]Is this "champion" or a name?
[b]Name. Like Samuel de Champlain, founder of Quebec.