“Ahhhh~ Another kingdom conquered! The sweet taste of domination,” the Ravenous One looms over a recently dethroned king and his royal family and his most trusted guards. An air of dread loomed over them as they stared at the bloated Empress. Their spirits were utterly crushed when they saw droves of their own people, soldiers and civilians alike, devoured by her forces and how even their best and brightest couldn’t even slow them down. In fact, the fact that not even one of her troops has taken a casualty while half the population is consumed is so thoroughly crushing that they had no choice but to surrender. Her voice reached out to them like daggers in their hearts, “But I do think there’s something sweeter on my mind…”

Her goliath gut gurgled in anticipation, knowing fully well what’s to come. With a few claps, Remillia announced to her eternally loyal workers, “Servants! Bring me the heartiest of foodstuffs! The tastiest drinks! And of course, the most defiant of my enemies! Spare no expense and spare no portion!” The order spelled a death knell for the family line. They are going to die here and the kingdom they worked so hard for shall be erased. A sip of her glass of wine and a rise from her throne, she punctuated their sentence with an enthusiastic, “Let the great feast begin!”

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The king could only look on in horror as his mightiest and most loyal guards squirm in vain against the teal-haired tyrant’s titanic tummy. A mocking contralto can be reached by his ears from the relentless sloshing and desperate screaming, “Now, tell me, what was your plan on opposing me?”

He stammered, trying to form words in his mouth, yet nothing would come out. He feels shock, fear, anger, and sorrow in a hurricane of emotions before her voice returns, “Actually, don’t bother to answer. Your weakness as a leader and as a general is apparent from just looking at you.”

The killer cauldron hovered over his head like a guillotine, though at this point, he’s starting to wish for one instead of this. At least that would be quick and painless as opposed to a slow, painful, cruel and unusual demise. She pointed at her gut to mock how his men and women are digesting whole and alive as she continued, “My body shall be a monument to all your follies. Just like it has been for all those before you and all those to follow.”

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A keg of soda can reasonably be around over a hundred pounds if full, yet the Empress lifted it above her head without any effort on her end. Seas of the sweet, carbonated drink flowed down her gullet and into her stomach like a raging river. Her mouth let out a loud GLUG-GLUG-GLUG before unleashing a earth rattling belch, “BWOOOURP~!!”

The keg, now empty of its contents, is unceremoniously tossed aside with nine others. She giggled as she let out a few more burps. She stroked her gut as the activity inside kicked into overdrive, “And that makes number ten! This soda drink really pairs well with this food.” She delivered another smack to the gut as it works hard to process all the mass inside before musing, “Not to mention that it makes my gut far more active!”

More begging and whining from the living meatsacks emerge, yet all they do is entertain her, “Oh, seeing these fools panic inside me is a feeling just as good as gorging myself~” Her eyes moved away from the belly to see more kegs, waiting for her to down them and toss them aside like all the rest, “Now, to another ten!”

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“BWOOOOOOOOORP!!” Another belch, this time far louder, deeper, and weightier comes from the gluttonous Empress as she places herself on the floor. All of her prisoners are now stewing within her gut, trying desperately to break free. The guards’ swarthy strength, mighty armor, and well-crafted blades cannot even scratch her stomach walls, let alone pierce through the organ and skin. A satisfied sigh can be heard from within the ever-encroaching walls and the loud gurgling, “Ahhhhhh~ It won’t be long now…”

Although it was pitch black inside the murderous gut, they could imagine a smug smirk in her face as she speaks to them, “You know, you should be thanking your Empress…”

Thanking her? For what? The king thought before she continued, “Thank me for giving you this fate as my ever-expanding heft. Becoming a part of me is as close to a noble end as any of you will ever get.”

Her evil smirk widens as she traces her finger across the outlines of her prey, feeling every fading contour as they shift around wildly. Another sigh, this time one of pure pride of her cruelty and gluttony, “Someday, the world would find that I’m quite the humanitarian.”

The soul-crushing despair washes over the people like an acidic tide, threatening to drown them before they are ground and melted. She’ll enjoy her time with them, listening to their pleads and cries before they all fade away.

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Once again, she places herself on her gilded and velvet throne with her newly fattened form. Her bountiful chest had doubled in size with all the fat, milk, and protein bouncing around subtly with each movement. Her hindquarters had also grown with her hips, buttocks, thighs, and calves being wide enough to potentially wedge her inside (but she has a spell to make the seat bigger just in case). Her belly had shrunk but instead of being tight with bulges, it’s soft and pliable, still growling with pleasure. She felt the weight of her body with a simple lift of her breast, and she smirked, “I do believe that I have earned my rest. Processing this mass amount of food has truly made my body worthy of a goddess!”

A wistful sigh escapes her mouth as she places her face on her other hand, “A part of me wishes that other lands would be more compliant. But another part wants them to be as rebellious as you were so I can savor these feasts more often.”

She looks at her servants as they stare in awe of her form, knowing that they’re in the presence of their future goddess. Remillia grins as she continues and gestures to them to satisfy her other desires, “A thought for later. Now, I do believe a little pampering and worshiping is in order. After all, I do deserve the royal treatment after a royal feast!”

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This big commission is courtesy of https://www.deviantart.com/molotco and he seriously did an awesome job showing just how much of an imposing glutton Remi can truly be! This piece has been a bit of an undertaking, but eventually, we got it all sorted out.

Remillia is owned by yours truly.
Art is done by Molotco.
See the original art and give Molotco some love here: https://www.deviantart.com/molotco/art/Another-victory-another-feast-931096202
Check out the smooth belly version here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/839822

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