Sequel to https://aryion.com/g4/view/665733

Kolby only experienced the start of the corruptive powers that threatened to overwhelm his soul. With his mind hazy and weak, the dark aura plunged deep into his psyche, quickly warping his very being to something more darker, a filth-ridden, demonic soul bound to its new satanic masters. With this new body, an insatiable hunger set upon him, a desire to fuel himself and his dark lord with worthy sacrifice.

A bus stop. Only a small handful of people busy with their day, focused on their own thing. *SCHLLUORP* Some looked over, seeing the hulking entity that seemingly appeared from nowhere, seated right where someone else was with a bulging stomach that barely withheld the screams and protest from within. It took several moments for those to process what had happened, but with his aura of stank it was all the time he needed.

Standing tall, he made quick work grabbing the next closest, stuffing them straight down his throat to the thrashing belly below. All the while an oblivious youth with large headphones over their ears found their face shoveled between the bus stop wall and his ripe, hairy demon hole. The sheer overload to their senses was enough to seal their fate, quickly finding themselves sliding up through the demon's foul guts.

One by one the unwilling fodder found themselves compacted together into his guts, all of them desperately kicking, crying, and screaming to get free. But he had different plans for them. Smirking, he posed, flexing his arm as the dark forces bubbled up from within his body. The glowing satanic sigil of his dark lord glowed on the surface of his stomach. In an instant, the screams and protests cut to a sudden silence, their struggling now just a rounded surface.

*FFRRBBBBBRRRNNNTTTTHbbrbrbtht* A massive plume of gas erupted from behind him. Every single one of his sacrifices having been boiled down to a hot, humid fart. Seconds pass and their rank gas continued to blow out the surrounding area, only brief moments breaking the constant drone with the wet slap of saturated clothes being rocketed out to the floor.

Soon the remains tapered off, the remaining gas continuing to disperse into the air as if it had never happened aside from the permanent scents and stains that cling to the stop. Kolby felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing he fed both himself and his dark lord. But that hunger wormed its way back again, always wanting more. Conveniently, a bus made its way down the street, approaching right to where he was standing. It looks like his lord won't have to wait much longer...

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Other, /filthier/ alts are listed below:
Clean alt - https://imgur.com/VvnxFgf
Smegma alt - https://imgur.com/jklwmKA
Fart vore + smegma alt - https://imgur.com/skxmZKZ


Art (and Cult of Filth) was done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/yowesephth

Kolby the ferram (ferret + ram hybrid) belongs to me

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