"I'll ask again." The bluenette gently set the present on the desk in front of her, eyeing the target of her newfound suspicions in her peripheral before turning once more to face her blonde compatriot,

"How did you know?" The impossible truth that Satoko had learned of the trapped yellow box in another world was so close to discovery, she knew that any lie she could think of, no matter how clever, would fail to remove any measure of doubt from her friend's mind. Sighing internally, it seemed as if this loop was at an end-far sooner than she would have liked, too. As her pupils blossomed into a corona of scarlet light, the blonde felt for the weight of the too-large handgun she had affixed to the underside of her dress. There was still time to rectify this situation; as with the previous dozens of times she had relived her life in Hinamizawa, it didn't matter if things got out of hand so long as she managed to kill that nosy friend of hers first.

Her friends continued to proffer confused glances between the two, stuttering questions ignored by the room's shorter occupants as they stared each other down. Seemingly unwilling to wait for an answer, Rika finally managed to surprise the girl who had helped orchestrate so many years of her trapped existence. The Ruger clattered to the floor, sliding away beneath a desk in the wake of the Furude's sudden charge. The rough tackle sent the two slamming backwards, colliding with the cubbies at the rear of the classroom and sprawling onto the floor. Seeing Satoko dazed from the blow to her head, Rika mounted her traitorous roommate-dainty fists wailing against the blondes scalp while the girl below protected her face via her forearm's meager defense.

"Why!? Satoko, you were-! How could you be behind this!?," The two continued to brawl; Satoko managing to open up Rika's assault enough to get a few jabs in and make things a little less one-sided. Keiichi and Mion had broken from their stupor at some point throughout the altercation and were in the middle of attempting to pull the two feral teenagers off one another, to little success. Both girls seemed to possess supernatural levels of strength, and neither of the two upperclassman were able to properly interrupt the battle. While the two of them swung and clawed at each other, and their friends attempted to pry the former apart-one person stood shell shocked in the same spot she had been standing since a gun had appeared in the middle of her perfect small town world.

Rena didn't understand why her friends were fighting, sure they often-near daily even-got into spats and regularly ticked each other off, but it had never devolved into something this extreme! Unable to move or take her eyes off the chaos occurring in front of her, the brunette scratched at her wrists, pupils contracting in response to the severe over stimulation assailing her mind. In the midst of her panic attack, she refocused onto the source of the sickening noise that had silenced the room.

At some point during her continued attempts to beat her friend into submission, Rika's fists had swung down only to be met with a soft wetness. Through bleary tear soaked eyes, she looked down in confused revulsion to see that her arms up to the wrist were lodged within the mouth and throat of her equally confused opponent. For her part, Satoko responded much more quickly; narrowing her eyes at her assailant, she clasped the now struggling Rika's forearms in a tight hold-keeping her steady as she swallowed. The temporary quiet that had overtaken the previous exchange was broken as renewed shouting from 3/5ths of the room's occupants filled the space.

"Satoko! Let me go, what are you doing!?" Rika's frenzied yells were ignored as she was dragged further into the pale blonde's gullet, she sputtered as she was forced to close one of her eyes, lest she suffer the wandering tongue that danced across her face as Satoko quickly engulfed her head. By the point Satoko was midway through choking down mouthfuls of Rika's blue locks, Mion and Keiichi had gotten a clear view of the impossible event unfolding right in front of them. Mion backed away from the pair in growing horror as Keiichi redoubled his efforts to extricate the two-all this accomplished was placing his hands in prime position for a followup meal once Satoko polished off the slender calves that were quickly disappearing down her throat.

Personally, she didn't entirely understand what was happening-but the sensation of her best friend's unrestrained fury flailing impotently within her rapidly expanding internals was unprecedentedly fulfilling! Looking across her nose at the second pair of wrists she hadn't even noticed follow Rika's squirming toes, she gazed up at Keiichi's alarmed expression before opening her mouth even wider. Often times she were forced to... dispose, of her other schoolmates-and even complete strangers-in the course of slowly correcting her friend's misapprehensions about staying in their lovely hometown. She hadn't really considered it when this whole incident had started, but she might as well see how far this strange version of events can take her.

Eating Rika had been sudden, and the whole experience was new to her so she didn't get to explore much in the way of the girl's flavour. She had, however, been able to lick the delectably salty tears off her friend's face before fighting down a seemingly endless expanse of hair. Keiichi was a bit bigger, and she had an easier time tasting his body... she didn't much care for it. He wasn't unpalatable, per say-just bland. Rolling her eyes at the truly shocking revelation, she finished him off as quickly as she could manage before turning to the green haired Yakuza.

"Ah~" Satoko wiped the strands of drool off of her chin, the last bulge trailing down her throat signified by the wet slurp of her tongue darting across her lips.

"Thanks for behaving while I dealt with those two-I probably wouldn't have been able to handle all three in a row~" Mion scooted backwards from her place on the floor, shuddering as she tried to maneuver around the engorged girl but only managing to corner herself. Turning, she recoiled as a fleshy mass pinned her against the creaking window panes. The heavy weight of Satoko's gut pressed against her face, giving the club leader a clear idea of the two crammed inside as she could hear the vague muffled complaints amongst the continuous groaning gurgles.

"Keiichi wasn't all that special after all, maybe you'll taste better?" She mused, index finger tapping at the corner of her chin with a feigned mote of consideration for her proposed meal.

The blonde was only 2/3rds Mion's height but with the addition of two live humans to her stomach she more than outweighed her. Satoko smirked as she ground her belly into her senior's kneeling form, enjoying the impromptu kneading by force of the two already imbibed as she took her time messing with the Sonozaki heiress. After a couple minutes, she let up and Mion threw herself backwards with a gasp-before jabbing sharply into Satoko's bulbous gut! The blonde stepped back with a choked Hrrck! Her cheeks bulging and a sick expression blooming across her face.

Mion took this time to leap to the side, attempting to crawl underneath the desks that littered the other side of the classroom. Regaining herself, Satoko moved similarly-only, her target was much larger and far closer; As Mion crawled forward, fingers outstretched, she suddenly felt a firm grip wrap around her ankles. Panic welled in her chest as she was dragged backwards, fingertips barely grazing the handle of the previously discarded handgun-she looked behind herself in wide eyed despair to see the absurd sight of her own well toned legs vanishing into Satoko's bugling cheeks, perched upon her belly like a lumpy yoga ball as she swallowed the taller woman.

Mion winced as she felt Satoko's tongue exploring every inch of her thighs before yelping as she felt the blonde's fingers grope underneath her skirt-fumbling with the material before a loud tearing left her exposed; blushing now, as her panties provided a poor defense against Satoko's onslaught-tasting Mion's pert bottom before repeating the process with her overly elaborate top. The sweat added a dash of salt to Mion's already exquisite flavour, the woman's composure a mess after being left to the ministrations of her devourer's tongue.

Arms raised beside her head, Mion's tired gaze rested upon that of Rena's shuddering body, curled in a fetal ball and staring vacantly into the eyes of her mostly consumed friend.

"R-Rena..." She called weakly, not to ask for help or to blame her for her inaction-but instead to warn her, to instill something in the girl that she might live and tell someone, anyone, what had happened here.

"Run... you have to run. Rena!" Eyes fluttering, Rena uncurled herself. Rising slowly as Satoko's mouth wrapped around Mion's head.

"Go, no-Mmph!" Her words were cutoff as her mouth dipped inside Satoko's own, surrounding her entire sphere of awareness and preventing her from knowing if the girl had actually listened to her commands. Unfortunately, the traumatized brunette was still too far gone and by the time she realized that Satoko wouldn't be occupied with her meal for much longer, the blonde was already sucking on Mion's fingertips-sealing them away with a hearty gulp, already missing the bountiful flavour the older woman had provided.

The scuffing of boots knocked her out of her day dream however, looking to see Rena stumbling towards the classroom doors-her legs numb from the dozens of minutes spent crying silently as her friends were devoured one after another. It was a valiant attempt; Rena managed to both dash to the exit as well as pry open the twin doors in one continuous motion, but even encumbered as she was Satoko was no slouch in a footrace. Tears stung at Rena's eyes as her shirt began to choke her, a small hand clenched around a fistful of the collar dragging her backwards into the classroom-the door sliding shut immediately afterward.

From outside the room, a continuous wet slurping punctuated by disgusting glucks and smacking echoed into the hallway. Then, silence. A minute passed before the entrance slid open once again, this time a leisurely motion; emerging from the now empty room, a swollen ball of meat declared it's arrival-luckily unseen by anyone in the equally abandoned hall. Satoko heaved a heavy sigh, arms resting on either side of the door frame. She stood there for a moment, gently swaying her belly forward and back-basking in the light of the setting sun that warmed her skin through the dusty glass of the old schoolhouse.

"I suppose this makes me the club's de facto leader from now on, huh? A more than satisfactory birthday present, I have to say~!"

It hadn't even been an hour since she had first tasted Rika's delicate skin and already she could feel the softening figure nestled at the bottom of her gut. No do doubt her smaller form had been nearly crushed by the much larger form of Keiichi-nevermind Rena and Mion. With all four of them in there the bluenette's demise was all but certain, likely having suffocated in the wake of the gastric juices that had been steadily rising over the past half hour if she had even survived the avalanche of meat to begin with. Regardless of how the late Furude had expired, feeling up the smooth curve of the bottom of her gut and the squirming that slowly died out across the lumpier northern half, Satoko's goals had been accomplished and she now had time to do... well, whatever really.

With her friends freshly killed, there wasn't much to occupy herself with until she inevitably killed herself in order to once again chase her Rika upon their endless spiral; she might as well return to their shared home so she might digest and figure out how to do this again. Licking her lips, Satoko considered what it would be like to have a chance to consume and taste over her dear friend unobstructed. Oh yes, she could hardly wait until the next loop-with this newfound ability, keeping Rika in Hinamizawa was practically ensured~!

Waddling home, in lieu of a sudden and inexplicable inability to ride her bicycle for the given moment, warm laughter bubbled up from within the Witch's chest. The weight of her imbibed friends had already begun to smooth over into a heaving layer of flab that seemed set to shape itself as a healthy potbelly, nearly just as large as it started only an hour ago. As if contesting her smugness, from further down-within the broiling soup adorning her waist welled a different, more powerful surge that abruptly replaced her tirade with a raucous belch.

"Oh ho ho-HwOoUurP~!"



I did always wonder exactly where Satoko kept that gun in Gou, to be honest. I guess this is what happens when she's a little slower on the draw... Not my best writing, but I did it over my lunch break when I probably should have been eating, so whatever. More backlog stuff, aye'dunno when more will be up.

This was done up by  Ecchipandaa, as always~!

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