It was late in the day, somewhere in Italy. A man by the name of Stracciatella was tasked by the anonymous Boss of Passione to take out a group of rebels who went under the name of ‘The Execution Team’... or ‘La Squadra’. His stand, Ozymandias, had control of water, like Geb but less cool and more gay. "La Squadra huh? This shall be easy~" don't tell him one of the members has ice powers. "Seven members… this'll be tough, but I can handle it." God he was so unbearably smug. Pushing open the window, he used his stand to make sure he wouldn’t make too much noise when making a breaking and entering. "Let's see… who first?~" he thought of somebody to kill first, had to be somebody he could off in an instant, somebody weak… "One of them has a long range stand… him first."
 
 
Said somebody was the local fetish freak who coincidentally has the same color palette as Eka’s Portal, Melone. Melone was just getting back from a job, he got the usual weak pay, but he just wanted to sit down, have a martini, and maybe try to convince Ghiaccio to have drunk sex with him! He headed into his room, carrying his stand, which doubled as a computer, to see if his favorite fetish thread updated. Stracciatella could clearly hear him from upstairs, “Keh… this should be easy.” He grinned, showing off one of his glass teeth. Yes, glass. He looked around for any water he could control, if not he'd have to use some from a pouch he always carried. "Come on…" nope, no luck "Shit, guess I'll have to use mine." He didn’t have much, but it’s enough to at least do some damage to a person. Or at least drown the fucker. He opened the window to let the water in, Melone being none the wiser. Or so Stracciatella thought, Melone was pretty aware of this guy.
 
 
“Fucking lord, it’s dark in here..” The white and black-haired man squinted as he looked around, were they vampires or something? Melone looked over at the water and kicked a basket of dirty laundry over, soaking it up. "You're going to have to try harder than that, buddy. Then again, you wouldn't get far with a water based stand. My fuck buddy has ice powers~" “Shit-!” he was aware of his presence! And without any usable water, he was pretty much useless. He'd have to attack him head on and try to pull the water out of the cloth, not like he'd be able to fight back with such a useless stand and such a weak frame anyways! Stracciatella came in through the window and tackled him to the ground to strangle him. “Rrrk!!” Melone gasped as he reached out to grab the handle of his computer, once he got a good grip he swung that heavy son of a bitch into Stracciatella's head. The man immediately got up, blood trickling down his face as he winced from the absolute pain he was given. "Augh… what the hell…" his vision got doubled, the whole room spinning "Babyface weighs four kilograms, that's ten pounds. Packs quite a wallop, doesn't it?~"
 
 
You don’t want to faint nearby someone like Melone, and that’s what Stracciatella tried to not do. “Fuck… fuck you…” he slurred, wobbling over until he fell on his back, unable to see where he was going. Dude got fucking concussed to shit, Melone standing over him with a menacing vibe. “He has quite a figure going on, unlike myself..” He looked down, seeing as he was pretty slim to the bone. “..I could use some fat to make myself look better..~” he looked at Stracciatella, licking his lips. It wouldn't hurt, this guy was clearly an enemy! "Mmm… stracciatella…" he grabbed hold of the man by his shirt and opened his mouth, shoving him in with no hesitation. He had a seasalt-ish flavor, which wasn’t surprising, considering that he was 99% surrounded by the ocean. It wasn't as salty as he imagined Prosciutto would taste, but it was still pretty salty. He gulped down the man heartily, tasting him by greedily licking the man's body. "Sooo good~" Not only was he eating him, but he wanted to get a feel for his entire body, mostly by groping things like his chest and of course cock. Melone's eyes rolled into the back of his head, this guy was so buff! And that cock was to die for! So large and… "Ohhh god~" he shuddered, he wished he fucked this guy first, but it was too late for that. "Oh well~" He felt his stomach expand as Stracciatella was swallowed down, although it was a bit of a tight fit. Melone was so skinny that it was like a trash bag being filled to its breaking point, and man did it feel good. Melone was getting hard from all of it, the feeling of swallowing another person whole was so orgasmic!
 
 
Gulping down his feet, saliva trickled down from his mouth as he felt the bulge go down his throat, packed away inside of him. It gave him.. how do you say it?... a boner. "A-ahhh…~" he held his gut as he fell to the floor "Mmm... di molto! That was even better than I imagined!~ Mmm I hope one of the other guys comes in and sees this, the embarrassment of being found out would be liberating~!" He could already feel Stracciatella waking up, realizing the predicament he was in. “A-Ahh..~ Squirm around! It’ll make digesting you even more satisfying!~” "w-what the hell?! Where am I?! Let me out dammit!" "Oh no no no, you attacked me, you have to face the consequences now~" Melone gripped and groped his full midsection, feeling all the delicious meat inside him.
 
 
As much as he felt like he would vomit, he just wouldn’t, especially after Stracciatella tried to stick his hand up his throat. "Hnngg… gahh…" he gulped it back down "Nice try, buddy, but that's not working on me~" he pressed down on his gut, smothering Stracciatella a bit "Mmm… be a good boy and digest for me~" he felt so dirty, like a nasty little kinkster, then again that's exactly what he was. He could already imagine how fat he would get from the hitman, and despite more rational people probably thinking “ew what the fuck”, he thought it was hot as shit. "Mmm... I would sleep you off, but I want to be awake while you digest into a mound of fat and… well, nevermind. Just fat, that's the most important thing. I need more meat on me, I look anemic compared to the other guys!" He felt Stracciatella struggle some more "But once I'm done with you, my handsome hunk of beef, I won't be so underweight~"
 
 
He pressed his hand against the still-firm bulge, hearing his muffled screams and insults were like music to his ears. "Cuss me out more~ Your anger and rage are the most wonderful things ever! Curse me up until the moment you melt into fat!~" he humped the bulge, his cock pressed firmly against it. It was just so euphoric that squirts of white fluid already dripped down from his dick, hearing his prey scream for him to let him out, as he didn’t want his life to end at the hands or stomach of such a perverted man. "You horny bastard let me out! It's disgusting in here! I can't die like this!" "Mmm… oh but you will, daddy needs the extra pounds~" He had a daddy kink too, as if to pour even more salt onto the open wound. "This is humiliating! I can't be fat on your sides!" "Oh not just my sides, my gut, chest, thighs, and definitely my ass~ I'll have plenty of 'cushion' if I ever get my walls destroyed by any of the other guys, all thanks to you~" “Y-You’re disgusting!!” “And?~” Melone continued to thrust against his own gut, rocking his hips as he came all over himself, "Oops, I seem to have gotten my clothes dirty~" he just wanted to jerk off and release even more hot sticky cum.
 
 
He would obviously have Ghiaccio clean it up later. He was like his cum rag of sorts. "Mmm Ghiaccio…~" Melone drooled, he wanted to have his asshole destroyed by his icy cold lover once this was all done. "Ehe~ Soo cute..~" "what are you talking about?!" “Nothing lunch should worry about..~” “..wait! What did you just call me-!?” "Lunch, that is what you are, nothing but lunch~ Good lunch too, might I add.." Melone yawned "Mmmm… but you make me awfully tired too, I might sleep you off after all~" “NO WAIT-” Too late, he was already getting up so he could go to bed and rest his food off. Said food being a whole human being. "My my you're heavy~ Hopefully this means you'll stick to me once you're nothing but fat~" Melone laid on the bed, massaging his gut as he yawned. "Mmmm….~" “L-Let me out!! You can’t do this!!” “Oh, but I can and will.~” luckily, or unluckily depending how you look at it, Melone's stomach was not powerful enough to digest Straciatella as quickly as it would if it were say… Risotto's stomach, so he was going to be alive for quite some time. He was going to be in pain for most of that time, but he would be alive. He kept pushing against the walls, trying to get himself some breathing room as Melone continued pleasuring himself until he passed out.
 
 
"H-hey! Wake up! You have to let me out!" Stracciatella yelled as the walls squished him into a ball, no matter how much he fought the stomach was squishing him into the fetal position. It was planning to digest him! “How could this happen to me, Stracciatella?! I was one of Passione’s best assassins!” Shut up, you egotistical bastard. You're going to become fat on this twink's ass no matter what. Melone rolled over onto his side, practically snuggling his gut. He was absolutely going to torment Ghiaccio with his fat later, just imagining it put a smile on his face. "Ehehe…~" he pulled the blanket over himself so he could get some rest. "Don't keep me up~" “YOU-” He pressed his hand against his distended gut. “Shhshhhh… I’m going to bed now.~ Goodnight, Stracciatella.~” "NO YOU'RE NOT, LET ME OUT-NMPPPH!!" Stracciatella was smushed down again by Melone, who stretched and went to sleep. This was how his life would end. Not with a gunshot or Stand fight, but by being eaten alive and digested. And to Melone no less!
 
 
Stracciatella was melted down like the ice cream he was named after, Melone's stomach working him into a thick meaty liquid before pumping him into the rest of his body, a large layer of fat sticking all over his form. Melone felt a jolt of euphoria as he did, grasping his new ‘applications’ while sleeping. "Mmm…~" he couldn't wait to see how attractively fat he'd become. How utterly thick he would be. He loved thinking about it. He would finally have some meat on those skinny bones of his! He woke up much later, certainly feeling a lot heavier "Ooooh~ let's get a look at where you went, my tasty friend~" Melone looked at himself in the full length mirror, to him?
 
 
He was perfect! He had thickened up in every area! Especially his thighs and ass "Di molto! This was everything I wanted and more!" He finally got the body he wanted! Now all he had to do was avoid any fat jokes Formaggio and Illuso would inevitably make. Not that he'd mind really, the bulimia jokes were worse in his opinion. Oh and he'd really use this new weight to get laid, "I should show the guys!~" he hoped Ghiaccio wasn't out, he just had to see the new additions he'd be slamming soon. Taking two birds out with one stone if you will, and by that he meant eating and digesting one of Passione’s hitmen while also getting a hot bod. "Ghiaccio~! Are you here?~ I have something to show yoouuu~" "Jesus, what is it now?" "Behold, my new more luscious figure~" "By that do you mean you got fatter?" "Yeees~"
 
 
Ghiaccio put down a magazine he was reading and squinted. “Lose some weight, you fucking fatass.” “That’s not very niiiiceee…” Melone hugged Ghiaccio, pressing his fat chest against him "You sure you don't like it?~" "No not really, but at least you're not a twig anymore." "Thank you! You're gonna love my thighs later on tonight~" “Don’t even fucking think about it, pigshit.” “I love you too..~” he kissed Ghiaccio's neck, only to be punched in the chest "Aahh~" "Shut up! You pervert!" "Mmm… you're so cute when you're angry~" Melone nuzzled him, sticking his tongue out. “You’re so fucking gross! No wonder why the others refuse to partner up with you!” “Except you.~” Ghiaccio gritted his teeth, “I only chose to be your partner so you would fucking SHUT UP.” "Awww I think our relationship is more than that, I honestly think we have something~ Mmm.. let me have a go with you later, I promise it'll be fun~" "You're not gonna leave me alone are you?" "Mmm nope!"
 
 
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