Ubor didn't understand it. Her plan was perfect, absolutely flawless. She did the research, she compiled the notes in a clear and concise manner. Dozens of photos proved her argument alongside helpful doodles of herself that debated key points. The timing was right, and she even ate a hearty breakfast that morning so her bloated belly was extra soft and smushy. The plan was perfect, so bolstered by her confidence, Ubor visited her human friend Trista in the latter's bedroom.

So why, dear Onir why did Trista still refuse!?

Her arms crossed, Trista shook her head. The black woman sat on her four poster mattress, the scarlet sheets smooth as silk and cool to the touch.

"Sorry, Ubor. You cannot eat my dog." Trista patted her beloved pet, Chips, who sat beside her. The Bichon Frise barked energetically, his tail wagging back-and-forth.

Across the bedroom, Ubor's jaw dropped. The presentation she meticulously wove together this past month fell apart, the paperwork sliding off the easel and onto the floor. Dozens of papers flew like white leaves, and on top of it all was a yellow manila folder. On the folder, written in big bold lettering, was the presentation title: "How Cute Dogs Make Hungry Girls Cuter."

Shock quickly gave way to frustration, however, and Ubor's brow darkened. Stomping her foot hard and squaring her shoulders, Ubor said, "What? Why not? Were you listening, or did you nod off partway through?"

Chips barked again, and taking him onto her lap, Trista stroked him behind the ears. She spoke in a steady and firm voice, far removed from her normally upbeat tone. "I heard you just fine. What I heard was how much you want to eat my dog, and the answer is a resounding 'no.' Even if you did get cuter and transformed into a dog girl with your powers, I could never stomach my darling getting hurt."

"He wouldn't get hurt!" said Ubor. The pink-haired woman stuck out her tongue and let beads of drool run down its surface. The beads quickly turned into rivulets of pink goo, which matched Ubor's hair. "I'd use painkillers to keep Chips numb the whole time! He wouldn't feel a thing. Plus, I would swallow him whole, no munching or crunching on his bones... no matter how lovely that sounds..."

Ubor thrust her hips forward, making her bloated belly bounce. Low rumbles came from the spherical stomach as it melted the bacon-and-egg sandwiches she ate earlier. There was an hypnotic sway to the bounces, and for a solitary second, Trista drooled at the sight.

Sensing Trista's weakening resolve, Ubor smirked and kept shaking her gut around, sloshing the acid like the juices of a coconut. The bedroom walls echoed the gastric gurgles until they filled Trista's skull. "You hear that? There's plenty of room in my belly! Chips would have so much room to run around and play in! He'd be so happy inside me. Come on, Trista, please? Your doggie looks so tasty... and I'm still so hungry..."

Shivers of excitement ran down Trista's spine and she glanced down at Chips. The dog looked back at her with big, soulful eyes as a pink tongue hung out of his mouth, panting. Such innocence, such pure love and affection was a rare thing to find, and whatever idle thoughts lingered in Trista's head were snuffed out like dying embers in a blizzard.

Hugging Chips to her chest, Trista shook her head again. "No no, never, nopey nope nope! I'd rather die than see my beloved Chips become a snack! Sorry Ubor, but you cannot have him!"

Ubor stopped swinging around her stomach. The Shoggoth Lord's face twisted into a mask of fury, and with a huff, she marched towards Trista.

"Fine. Fine! Have it your way. I won't eat Chips. Hungry as I am, I'd never hurt anyone you care for so deeply." Planting her hands on Trista's shoulders, Ubor snarled. Goosebumps rose on the black woman's skin as a bubbly rumble escaped the Shoggoth Lord's gut. "But I didn't work so hard for nothing! I'll enjoy a tasty meal, one way or another."

A roguish smile crossed Ubor's lips as she leaned down, running her tongue across Trista's cheek as her grip tightened. "You'd do me a solid, right Trista? Friends don't let friends go hungry, right?"

Steam escaped Trista's collar as her body grew warm and fuzzy. Her cheeks tinged red and her heart raced a mile a minute. Without resistance, she let Ubor take her legs and slide off her socks and shoes. Chips hopped off her lap and laid down, content to watch his master's affair. The Bichon Frise had seen Trista be devoured dozens of times, and so long as she didn't scream and yell, Chips was happy to see Trista disappear down someone's gullet.

With great skill and tenderness, Ubor swallowed Trista's feet. It was easy for a Shoggoth Lord like herself, for she had neither bones to displace or a gag reflex to resist. All too quickly, Ubor devoured Trista up to the waist, which tilted the black woman upside down. Even as the blood rushed to her head, Trista felt her body tingle with desire and her skin burn with flames of passion.

"Oh, oh yes. Eat me, Ubor. I'm... I'm a naughty girl who denied you a meal. Turn me into food for your big, beautiful belly."

For her part, Ubor glared as she munched on Trista bite-after-bite. She was more than a little miffed, but deep down the Shoggoth Lord loved her friend, so she only took the occasional hard chomp. As her belly expanded from the hearty meal, Ubor savored every ounce of Trista's rich, juicy flavor.

"Hmph! Serves you right! If I cannot snack on a cutie patootie dog, then I'll devour you! I'll be totes adorable once you're fat on my thighs." Ubor licked every inch of Trista with great vigor, her gut growing to absurd proportions. She'd never digest some as precious and sweet as Trista, but if she ever asked for it... well, who was Ubor to deny a friend?

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The characters Trista and Chips the Dog are owned by my good friend,  ruler101
Art by the intelligent and illustrious  irateliterate, who generously drew this as part of their 2nd YCH for November. Thanks again for this beautiful art piece, I truly appreciate it!

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