Under the setting sun and growing shade, you stumbled down the streets towards home. It had been a rough two weeks and even then, that was an understatement; Your Boss was putting everyone to the grindstone with little care for your physical and mental fortitude, deadlines approaching fast with scarcely any room for error. Even now you were still bogged down in the muck of work with little hope of escape. At this point, it probably wouldn't surprise people to see you slumped over dead at your desk. This was only made worse by the fact that it was winter, in the middle of a blizzard, and you were trudging through almost a foot of snow. The only joy you had in this miserable existence of working to the bone for pay that probably could've been a tad higher was Senko. As soon as you opened the door, that little blond Kitsune was there to greet you with a smile so bright, it could melt the polar ice caps.


"Hello master!" She cheered, taking you by the hand and pulling you out from the cold towards the freshly prepared dinner resting on the table. Unfortunately, you were very hungry. You just nibbled wearily at your rice before informing:


"I'm sorry, Senko." You utter, setting your chopsticks down. "But I don't have much of an appetite tonight."


"Are you sure? I don't wanna have to throw this all out!"


"I'm sure, Senko." She motioned to the spread of food before noticing you had fallen asleep in your seat.


"Ok." She said before the small kitsune attempted to haul you from the dinner table to the futon, though the difference in size made that a futile gesture until eventually realizing you weren't gonna budge unless you wanted to and resigning to collect the dishes and utensils before packaging up the leftovers. As she did, picking up your bowl of ramen, your half-slumbering form shifted into something resembling an attempt at standing up. The next thing either of you knew, you had toppled over into the shrine maiden and splashed Ramen all over her, yourself, and the floor.


But the ramen wasn't the problem.


No, in the fall, you had somehow lunged head-first between her asscheeks and lodged firmly in her tight rectum all the way up past your shoulders, to the middle of your chest; her suddenly bloated gut busted out of her attire, exposing her pale skin to the open air. Her body's instinctive reflexes took over then, quickly yanking the rest of your body into the tight confines of her colon, only making her belly swell in discomfort. Startled and confused, Senko could only do what her body was telling her to do.


And that was to stand and sit the rest of her way down your torso.


More and more of your body enters her stretched anus, spilling you into her intestines and making her belly grow. That growing weight of her midsection inevitably made her small body tip onto the floor, putting her in a better position to yank the rest of you inside. Bit by bit, your legs lurch inside, disappearing into a greedy butthole until the only sight of you in the world that remained beyond a kitsune's ass, were your twitching feet. Feeling the uncomfortable fabric of your socks brushing against her pucker was all she needed to unconciously seal the rest of you away. As soon as the fog of confusion cleared and reason told hold, Senko instantly sat up and fearfully gazed at a belly nearly twice her size; knowing full well her petite butt had just devoured her master.


“What do I do, what do I do!?” She frantically repeated, gripping her head. Senko first tried to push down onto her gut to get you out, rolling on her side and attempting to combine the efforts of her measly arms with the power of gravity, but everything she tried would inevitably fail; eventually leading to the poor girl stumbling around butt naked with a belly full of you trying to wrack her mind on how to get you out. At some point, you regained consciousness to find yourself in the sweltering embrace of Senko’s guts. As soon as it dawned on you what happened, you started squirming.


“I’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRY!” You could hear her crying through the other side of surprisingly thick skin and muscle, barely making out that she was apologizing in that incoherent babble over the-URRRROUUURRRGLE-gastric noises around you. You can feel her interspersed attempts at pushing you out through her intestines, but you don’t -URRRRRRUUURRRRRRRGLE!- budge at all.


Outside, Senko was still lost in a panic, lugging her gut alongside herself into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of Sake, thinking that if she were drunk it would relax her bowels and make it easier to push her master free or maybe puke you up. She downed the whole thing in one go, but all it did was ease the discomfort she felt in her abdomen and did little to actually rescue you from your fate. Instead, you’re greeted by a stinging pool of alcohol as you're squeezed into her stomach. As the Sake seeps into her bloodstream and into her brain, a drunk stupor takes over; She forgets about you, replaced by the desire for more alcohol. One bottle after another comes pouring over your body, joining the rising tide of acids nipping and biting at your flesh, slowly reducing you to a slurry.


“Senko! Senko let me out of here!” You cry out, but she can’t hear you. Her head is swimming in sake, leaving her free to simply drown you in more booze. After a couple of hours of neglectful inebriation, you were little more than a slop of melted meat bloating her middle, and and assortment of bones decorating the floor of her stomach; all waiting for the next phase of Kitsune digestion.


The following morning; Senko groggily sat up, whimpering as the inside of her skull throbbed in pain, barely registering the stickyness that accompanied her fingers as she ran them through her hair, failing to recognize the product of a strange wetness between her legs. Creaking one eye open, she found all the bottles of Sake stacked neatly beside her-a multitude more than she had seen in that apartment in any given moment. She was confused to start, her first act of waking up being an attempt to stand, only to find herself pinned down by an immense and unusual weight. She looked down, Gasping! There, stemming her lithe torso, was a massive, flabby waterbed of a stomach right in front of her. She curiously tapped it, watching it jiggle and gurgle in response. She tried to recall what happened, but her memory was still so fuzzy. Nothing came to mind when she attempted to picture the reason for her newfound bulk; She could just barely recall that she had to get something out her belly.


Once again, Senko began to push and squeeze on her gut; lurid glorps and sloshing accompanied the more forceful jostling, her belly folding around like a water balloon in her hands. Seeing as the ministrations weren't helping, she struggled to gather herself up and haul herself into the bathroom. She paused halfway through, bringing her fist up to her mouth just moments before-

HURRRRROOOOUUUURRRROOUUURP!

-out came the largest belch her little body could muster, releasing all that pent up air from the depths of her tummy. Just below the source of that eruption, what was left of you was steadily percolating through her bowels, heading back out the way you came. Her gut promptly sagged down to her knees, draping off the edge of the toilet seat as she sat down-Senko's miniscule frame hardly reaching the floor from her perch atop the recepticle. As she relaxed and let nature take its course, the piano of indigestion crashed headlong into the rough sensation of your entire skull moving along her intestinal tract. Clutching her belly, she whimpered and whined while her guts struggled to pass the numerous intact bones and clothes she couldn't digest. It only got worse once all that reached the end of the line; For hours, her poor anus was stretched to its limits again and again as fractured bones and mangled clothing studded a thick river of waste that poured from her ass; Reeling from shock as her abused colon felt every inch of you threaded through her in reverse, expletives following in haste until you were completely evicted from her body; all the while she hunched over, rancorously cursing your passage:


"Ow! Ow! Ow! Get out of my damn butt!" She barked through gritted teeth, only interrupting herself with a relieved sigh when some of the more stubborn segments of your remains passed and impacted the bowl with a sharp PLUNK!


In time, the bathroom door would slam open, revealing a sweat drenched Kitsune with a sore, aching ass and the fog now cleared completely from her mind; Senko stared blanlky ahead, laboriously panting while her mind struggled to reconcile with the fact that she should've been more upset, she should've been crying and heartbroken over the gruesome fact her stomach killed, digested, and transformed her best friend into an enormous dump currently stewing in the clogged toilet behind her. Adding to the already peculiar sensation of feeling guilty about not feeling guilty enough after spending the better part of her morning shitting out her best friend's remains into their own toilet; Senko grimaced, recognizing the uncomfortable cramping of your cursed jeans and and yet another cluster of bones still inching their way through her guts. Slowly, she looked down at her gut, which still drooped down near her knees, easily the heaviest part of her even after the enormity of waste that she spent so much effort disposing of; the rest of her body remained as lithe as ever, not an ounce of fat anywhere if not for this fattened ball of pure pudge. Her eyes bent into a glare towards her thick potbelly, as if doing so would make you suddenly spring back to life.


GGRRRRRRUUUUOURGLE! Her stomach growled defiantly below her; All she could do was just breathe a regretful sigh as she waddled into the heart of your apartment with glances of unsure dejection. As the lonely Kitsune stood nude in the heart of a tenet-less room, the guilt that she couldn't do even the simplest of tasks hung heavy.

A tear began to swell and crawl down her cheek, mixing with the sheen of sweat that coated her body as it leapt from her chin onto the immense orb of her belly...

Been holding onto this image for a bit-it was meant to go along with this story DoS worked on, even though I commissioned it a bit afterward. Still, it's one of the easier uploads from my backlog, since it doesn't require any additional writing on my part.

As for the rest; I won't be uploading most of it until I get a new computer, most probably. WORD doesn't seem to work on my current one anymore, and my laptop no longer connects to the internet-when I'm lucky to get it booted at all. So! New PC is my next goal, given my teeth are about as 'Fixed' as they're going to get for the moment (see: after they lost the crown they were supposed to put in for a solid month, they finally got ONE of my teeth taken care of. The rest are still smashed in, but no longer infected). I'm kinda stuck like this for the given moment, which kinda sucks since I spent 70$ on a really nice keyboard & mouse to replace my old ones and get started on those writing jobs I've been wanting to work on. Can't do anymore on my phone, it's freaking killing me.

This image, done up by  Ecchipandaa as always~!

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