Well, this was certainly not their best meetup… But at least it is over now… Or rather, it will be, once Noire gets out of the bath…
 
As a means to maintain the peace between nations, at Neptune’s insistence, the Four CPUs had scheduled meetups in each other countries on a rotating schedule doing… Well, whatever ended up planned or handling whatever trouble tended to pop up whenever the four of them were together, usually leading to Neptune declaring that the plot demands such a thing or whatever else she decides to utter at whatever moment was convenient for the girl…
 
This time, they met up in Leanbox and everything just went awry from the start. Though they had been doing this for a while already, it seemed that Vert had forgotten that the day was coming up and locked herself in her room, unable to be contacted even by her own staff as she fully immersed herself in an online event, not stopping even to actually take care of her body all that much.
 
Of course, Vert was still a Goddess, a CPU and as a result, she was spared most of the downsides a human would have suffered from not taking care of themselves for a prolonged period of time, which simply left Vert looking like she hadn’t changed her clothes or fixed her hair, as well as smelling like junk food rather than actually having a stench as one might expect. It was certainly a privilege, though not one that Noire could have made much use of right now.
 
With Vert having forgotten that they were coming to visit and only actually stopping because her door was quite literally beaten off its hinges by Blanc, the preparations were not particularly well made and hastily thrown together. Even so, until Vert suddenly seemed to experience all of the accumulated exhaustion at once, the tea was rather nice.
 
With Vert in no state for the meetup and Neptune trying to keep the general energy at a certain level while clearly wanting to drag them all outside and actually do something rather than sit around, there was a silent agreement between Blanc and Noire to just call it a day and return to their usual duties.
 
Before they could even voice the decision however, Neptune had managed to knock over a cup of tea, causing it to splash all over Noire. Noire could have sworn that was done purposefully, but she knew better, even if she grumbled and complained to herself.
 
If Neptune wanted to get her wet and make her clothes see through, she would not have even pretended that it was an accident; besides, Neptune wanted to stay one way or another, so she surely wouldn’t make an excuse to leave early like Noire and Blanc had been planning on if they couldn’t just get up and leave after some shared farewells.
 
With Noire having gone to wash herself, not wanting to return to Lastation with her clothes dirty, Blanc had apparently managed to drag Neptune away, yelling so through the closed door a few minutes ago, which meant that she could leave as well. When she finally did come out of the bath however, she found that her clothes were not there.
 
Of course, they must have just gotten taken away to get washed and cleaned by the Basilicom staff, but Noire had purposefully taken a long time to clean herself so that they would have had the time to return her clothes by now! All she had was a towel now, one that almost mockingly had the writing “Juicy Booty” on it as if to prevent her from walking around without embarrassment, but she couldn’t just sit around and wait…
 
With a resigned sigh, Noire decided to go and check up on Vert. As a friend, she did not want to just leave without a goodbye, or disturb her if she was already asleep. As a workaholic, as Neptune had repeatedly proclaimed her, she wanted to make sure that Vert hadn’t just gone back to her game already. Whichever it turns out to be, she still had to go to Vert one way or another.
 
This, of course, required her to sneak through the Basilicom to make sure she was not seen while wearing only a towel as the results of such a thing could be disastrous to her reputation in general; but she was skilled enough at that, managing to make the journey without anyone seeing her and reaching Vert’s room again without even needing to use a cardboard box! …Or whatever else silly thing Neptune would have suggested in this sort of situation. Probably something about Snakes…
 
Really, the door had already gotten repaired, but they couldn’t deal with her clothes in the same short sort of timeframe? Was she really being targeted for embarrassment today!?
 
After a respectful knock, followed by Vert’s vague invitation inside, Noire opened the door, finding the room to be dark… But not wanting to leave herself out in the open for longer than necessary, she entered the room and decided to just wait there with Vert for a few more minutes in hopes that the staff brings her clothes back. Worst case scenario, she could just transform and look for her clothes that way.
 
Of course, she could have done so in the first place, but she did not want to make the staff nervous by walking around in what was effectively combat mode, nor did she want to just fly home while leaving her clothes and underwear behind.
 
After a few moments, her eyes mostly adjusted to the dark room, the blinds having been pulled closed and little actual light entering the room. Even so, she was able to make out a vague silhouette of Vert laying in her bed, likely having already fallen back asleep after forgetting she let Noire inside. It took a few more moments before Noire started to feel very awkward about the situation.
 
There was nothing that could be done however, so she just sat near the door and waited, trying to ignore her relative nudity and not disturb her friend. She hadn’t even realized she was drifting asleep herself, still feeling warm from the bath and surprisingly comfortable in the silent and dark room, at least until it seemed like Vert practically teleported in front of her in the space of a blink!
 
Noire flinched, quickly putting a hand to her own mouth to silence a yelp of surprise that might have alerted others, though the combined movement made the towel go undone, leaving it to sprawl out on the floor around her and leaving her naked. In the dark. With another woman and trying not to get discovered.
 
Despite herself, Noire suddenly started to blush as the situation suddenly felt a lot lewder than it had mere moments ago. Vert was so close as well, close enough that Noire could feel her breath against her, though Vert was clearly not all that awake even now, her face still somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.
 
The situation was not helped in any way as Vert suddenly licked her, making Noire miss the growl of Vert’s stomach due to the surprise. In her sleepiness, Vert even chuckled while Noire felt a bit violated from the sudden contact, her face aghast. Things only escalated from there as Vert got even closer, rubbing her head against Noire’s neck and licking at her collarbone while her hand groped Noire’s breast.
 
Vert’s hand was surprisingly cold to Noire, whose body continued to heat up in confusion and strange arousal at having her breast groped like that. She almost had to bite down on her own hand as well to try and suppress a moan. “V-Vert!?”
 
Vert, who had spent the last few days only eating junk food that failed to fill her up properly, did not pay much attention to the confused statement of her name, though it did break her out of her current focus of simply tasting the meal in front of her. She felt like she knew the one in front of her, but her mind knew that if she tried any harder to think about the situation, she would wake up and the body simply would not allow to be denied rest or food for much longer.
 
Noire felt a small spark of hope as she saw Vert raise her head and look her in the eyes for a moment, only for her to suddenly feel something wet on her face. In the dark, Noire was unable to properly see Vert’s jaw opening to unnatural levels, though she was definitely able to feel it as Vert’s mouth continued to expand and engulf her head.
 
Vert groped and pulled at Noire’s breast, trying to lift her up while the other hand went to Noire’s hip, her mouth working fast and already muffling Noire’s attempts to exclaim in surprise, confusion and outrage. Vert’s head twisted as she took a running start on consumption, managing to take Noire’s head into her mouth rather quickly and pushing it all the way into the entrance of her throat and then some.
 
At this point, some things took priority and Vert’s mind gradually started to wake up more and more, though rather than it happening in a way that would have prevented her from consuming her friend, the parts that were sparked awake were those that drove her forward to make the most of the situation while it lasted. Yes, she recognized Noire, though only vaguely now that her head was inside her mouth and throat, though she recognized a CPU and her mind and body simply stored that information in the same way they would have done to a particular delicacy.
 
Vert shifted somewhat, still clothed but sitting down on one of Noire’s thighs. As Noire continued to try and struggle out and away, her hands now grabbing onto Vert or throwing punches that were far too weak to the hunger driven CPU, her leg rubbed against Vert’s crotch, only serving to increase the overall pleasure of the situation.
 
Skilled hands and fingers played with Noire’s breast, making it both better and worse for the CPU as pleasure she did not want to feel, yet could not deny, assaulted her body. Vert almost wanted this to last for days, but on an instinctual level, she knew that this was merely a burst of energy, a second wind, which would fade away and that her food might escape. Running on what were practically primal instincts, Vert continued as such, pushing her head down along the length of Noire’s neck and trying to lift her up with the one hand still on the slightly shorter CPU’s hip.
 
For Vert, it was quite literally a divine meal, while for Noire, she simply found herself in a mess of emotions and thoughts, her hair sticking to her body from the sheer wetness of Vert’s throat, her nose and taste assaulted by the lingering scent of the junk food that had failed to keep the formerly rival CPU sated. If she ever got out of here, she would not even know where to begin to complain about all of this!
 
…but that was just the thing, wasn’t it? If she ever got out of here… Of course, Noire knew what happened to food and what was almost certainly going to happen to her if she failed to find a way out of here. Sparking feelings of claustrophobia from the tightness of the throat and the continued stings of pleasure from her breast being played with prevented her from focusing enough to actually turn into her Goddess Form, not even caring if the action might have hurt, or even killed, Vert, seeing it as rightful retribution.
 
No matter how hard she tried to struggle, Noire found herself unable to get Vert to stop, losing her chance more and more as Vert managed to engulf her shoulders with her ravenous mouth, limiting her ability to actually move her arms. At the very least, Vert was no longer groping her breast, but the now free hand instead grabbed her by the crotch and Vert’s wrist rather suddenly started rubbing into and against her bare clit, making the previous reluctant pleasure even worse.
 
Even being consumed, Noire was forced to moan as her own body betrayed her more and more, leaving her increasingly helpless in Vert’s hands and grasp. She wanted to cry— She just about did cry, feeling the start of tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but the wetness of her surroundings stopped her from really doing anything else, the tears vanishing and mixing in with the already present wetness of Vert’s esophagus.
 
Though she was unable to keep playing with Noire’s breasts using her hands, Vert rather quickly found both breasts in her mouth and at the mercy of her tongue. While Noire’s breasts were in no way small, further proven by the fact they seemed to bulge out of Vert’s cheeks even in this sort of situation, Vert’s bust was still the largest among the CPUs, leading to her, even in her state, to still find Noire’s sufficiently decent bust to be cute as she played around with it.
 
While Noire could certainly imagine that Vert managed to acquire immensely skilled and mobile fingers from all the time she spent playing games, experiencing Vert’s tongue on her breasts and nipples made her question just what sort of activities Vert actually got around to in her normal life— There was no reason for her tongue to be this skilled!
 
It was a situation so heavenly it looped back around to being hellish and so hellish it looped back around to being heavenly, at least for Noire, who was forced to experience Vert’s fingers and her skilled tongue at the same time, drawing her closer and closer to a climax that was completely unfitting for the current situation, especially considering she was certainly going to die!
 
Noire truly started to realize that there was no hope for her like this. Even as her breasts were being played with, Vert continued swallowing, dragging them around the inside of her mouth, her nipples flicking against Vert’s teeth, her tits squeezed down on by her jaws without actually getting bitten. There simply was no chance or hope for escape, so all Noire could do was resign herself. No one was coming to save her and even if they did, it would still be so embarrassing that she would probably rather want to just die!
 
Vert was completely unaffected by Noire’s sudden, post-climax, nihilistic depression as she simply continued to swallow, her throat working its magic to bring Noire in deeper and deeper, Vert’s whole body working on instinct and rather subconscious knowledge born from unhealthy amounts of hours spent playing a particular type of game. The feeling of Noire’s squishy, soft, breasts moving down the edge of her mouth and into her throat was strangely pleasant and comparable only to eating truly high-quality pudding…
 
And wasn’t that a thought? The other CPUs, including the pudding loving Neptune, were certainly still out there… The CPU Candidates, their little sisters, of which Vert had none, were also around and surely, they too might be just as divine a meal as Noire was proving to be… Certainly, Vert could test the theory on Uni, Noire’s own younger sister when all of this was done… Provided she actually remembered, of course.
 
Right now, Vert’s focus remained on the rich, divine and pleasantly soft flesh of Noire, further flavoured with arousal and body wash, giving her a fruity taste and smell. Had it not been for that taste and smell, perhaps Vert would not have even started all of this in the first place, but that theory also fell apart as Vert simply further fell in love with the taste of Noire’s body even beyond the surface level taste of bathroom products, leaving them as mere a prompt rather than a continued reason.
 
With Noire’s breasts down her throat, making for a pleasant bulge in Vert’s neck, the nipples practically hard enough to make it seem like they were trying to cut their way out of the restraining throat, Vert was able to continue to swallow at an excited though still measured pace as not to actually suffocate.
 
Noire’s head meanwhile was forced into Vert’s stomach, facing her with her own mortality even further, even if she was unable to see anything in the dark stomach, instead simply being able to smell and feel the stomach acids below on her face, as well as the vague feeling of her hair floating on the surface of the acids until the strands fell, melted, off.
 
The rest of her upper torso, along with her hips, mostly went in without particular note or incident, simply being consumed while she was dunked further and further into the stomach, Vert’s mouth hugging her body closely every small fraction of an inch of the way, following the curve of her body even if it was not quite as entertaining as consuming her breasts had been.
 
Of course, Noire’s taste did not falter in any way, remaining consistent through the whole trip, though Vert fell into a sort of Zen state of simply consuming without really thinking about it. Then, she felt the curve of Noire’s ass start to enter her mouth, which once again prompted her to focus lustfully on having some more fun.
 
She had been taking long enough in her own opinion, prompting Vert to lean her head back, pointing the lower half of Noire up into the air and using gravity to help finish her off. Still, to make it last just a little longer, Noire started to sink her teeth slightly more into Noire’s body, leaving weak teeth and bite marks on the surface of Noire’s ass just for the fun of it.
 
Noire winced as best as she could in her situation with every bite. Air was getting thin though, leaving her less and less able to truly stay awake and aware of her surroundings, simply able to respond to what was happening to her body.
 
Vert dragged her tongue along Noire’s crotch as it went down, slowed only somewhat by Vert’s continued playful bites. She licked and wiggled her tongue, teasing Noire’s pussy a little more before it would be gone forever, no longer able to reach it with her fingers. Before long however, she lost even that ability.
 
Once more, tiredness started to build up in Vert, her legs being the only thing left of Noire on the outside. Her own breath was running short, her eyes feeling heavy again from exhaustion. How long had it been since they started? Minutes? Hours? It could not have been that long, but she had already been struggling with considerable exhaustion and now she was unable to even properly breathe in for a length of time…
 
Vert did her best to open her mouth and throat as much as possible, swallowing at a careful pace but otherwise letting Noire’s legs simply slide in deeper and deeper, swallowing along her thighs before they thinned out even further. While the thighs, almost surprisingly still proved to be somewhat of a stopping measure, after they were down, the rest of Noire’s legs practically slid in with no resistance.
 
Vert closed her mouth for only a moment before it opened again, breathing in and out… She looked down, laying her hands on the absolutely massive bulge that her stomach had become, containing all of Noire’s body and extending forward almost half as far as Vert was tall. The touch however forced Vert to close her mouth again, only for it to open and unleash a considerable, unladylike, belch as the remainder of the air was expelled from her stomach, forcing the organ to tighten up even further against Noire.
 
Vert’s clothes had achieved an impressive feat of surviving the whole experience. Her dress was hiked up considerably, mostly draping over along the centre of the massive gut, though there were a few places where the clothes had reached a limit, starting to tear but not to a point where it would have fallen off her body, or been at risk of doing so as long as Vert did not move excessively.
 
Having regained full use of her body, or at least no longer being held in place by anything but the tightness of Vert’s stomach and general insides, Noire still tried to struggle. She thrashed her arms and legs around, starting to throw a bit of a tantrum and unleashing her pent-up emotional frustration into the uncaring divine gut.
 
She could not escape, she knew that much, she knew she was going to die, but she did not want to die! Just because she resigned herself to death, it did not mean that she was actually ready to die! Damn it! This was usually the sort of time that Neptune or someone would just suddenly burst in and save her somehow, wasn’t it?! Where were they, then!? They hadn’t come so far, but surely, they were going to come, weren’t they?!
 
…no, no they wouldn’t. She was lucky so far, but it all ended here because of her own decisions and she couldn’t even do anything about it but kick and punch the stomach walls around her desperately.
 
Even so, Noire failed to truly make much of a difference. Vert simply managed to bring herself back to her feet, stumbling a little before falling back to the floor, on top of Noire and simply crawling on all fours until she reached the bed again. With some effort, and continued laboured breathing, Vert managed to climb back into the bed, laying down on the soft surface and letting the exhaustion wash over her properly again.
 
Vert had failed to properly wake up through the whole process, simply doing everything in a trance close to sleep-walking. Perhaps, when morning came, she would think that everything was simply a dream and forget about it. Beyond the towel, the evidence that something had even happened was gradually disappearing, after all.
 
As the minutes passed and truly turned into hours, the bulge and outline of Noire in Vert’s stomach started to shrink and even out, Noire’s new fate as food playing out. The stomach became smaller and smaller, evening out into a proper sphere before shrinking further and further, Noire’s body broken down and distributed.
 
A considerable bulk of Noire was simply turned into mush and moved along the digestive tract, properly becoming mere shit in Vert’s bowels, but some of it instead added on to Vert’s body in various ways. Vert’s already impressive chest grew slightly, just enough that it was almost certain to necessitate that she buy an entirely new wardrobe when it came to underwear, especially considering that her ass grew slightly as well. Her thighs also gained some soft mass, but ultimately, there was not much clothing on Vert’s legs in the first place, so that was the least devastating surprise waiting for her when the eventual morning came.