Quirrel accidentally eats Hornet and Ghost. Will he be able to get them out of his belly?

Of course not. But it'll be fun to watch what he does, right?

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Quirrel riffled through the old drawers, looking for something to wear. The City of Tears had truly lived up to its name, with the constant drizzle coming down and soaking all things. It was beautiful, the type of thing that made him just want to stop and stare forever. Practically, however, it made exploring the city more than a bit uncomfortable without clothing. His mask provided little cover, and Quirrel found himself soaked as soon as he stepped foot outside in the downpour.

Thankfully, however, the City of Tears had plenty of buildings to plunder, and nobody would mind some abandoned old clothes being taken anyways. Creeping into the first building he could find, Quirrel had begun sifting through the old cabinets and closets, looking for something that’d fit his rather rotund form.

“Come now, come now, there must be something,” Quirrel muttered to himself as he riffled through old dresses and button-ups. His hand slipped beneath a bulk of shirts, and he suddenly felt something patterned with holes. He pulled it up, and flushed slightly when he saw it was a stocking. It was the kind of thing the dancer in a brothel would wear. Perhaps that’d been the occupation of this house’s former owner?

He went to put it back, but then his mind wandered somewhere perverted. Well, he had always enjoyed wearing feminine clothing. And besides, it wasn’t like anybody was nearly to see, right? So, he reached back into the drawer, pulled out the other stocking, and went to see if they’d fit on his own legs. Quirrel pulled them on, one at a time. They were a bit loose, but they clung to his body quite well. They were a girlish pink, contrasting well with the color of his legs.

Quirrel looked down at his hips and legs, satisfied with how they appeared on his body. Rakishly, he dove back into the treasure trove, and found a strange set of plush ears. They were white, long and oval, with a second pink circle sitting inside the first one. He’d seen and heard of dancers wearing these, they were supposedly based on a creature of legend from some far off Kingdom. Putting them on, along with a snazzy pink bowtie, Quirrel understood why.

Nearby a mirror sat on a bureau. Quirrel gazed at himself in it, sizing up his old body, and appreciating how these new additions made him seem quite girlish and young. He was so caught up in his guilty little pleasure that he even did a few poses, recalling how closely his fighting style resembled dancing.

“Hard at work saving my Kingdom, I see.”

Quirrel whipped his head around and saw Hornet standing in the doorway, morose as ever. He covered his blushing face, embarrassed, and creaked, “When did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago. Tell me, is the fate of Hallownest a joke to you?” Hornet crossed her arms, keeping her needle by her side.

“Of course not. I was merely enjoying a moment of levity,” Quirrel said, covering himself with a blanket.

Hornet raised her needle, pointing it how she always did when she wanted to make a point. “How absurd. I gave you my passage at this Kingdom’s entrance, but I see now that you’re a mere dandy. More focused on clothing and dress-up than fulfilling your purpose.”

Quirrel sighed. “I don’t even recall my purpose! I shall return to exploring this Kingdom when-”

“You shall explore it no further,” Hornet said. “I will take your mask, and give it to one who will fulfill your duty!”

Hornet lowered herself into a charging stance, and tossed herself at Quirrel, needle at the ready. However, in the darkness of the room Hornet hadn’t seen just how cluttered the floor was. She slipped on one of the articles of clothing Quirrel had tossed to the floor, and stumbled. The needle caught on the floor, and fell from her hand.

Quirrel stepped forward to try and catch her, opening his mouth to ask her to step down. Hornet had thrown herself so quickly at him, that instead of crashing to the floor, her body flew forward, and right into Quirrel’s open mouth. Panickedly, his body did the first thing it could think to do, which was to swallow.

Her legs kicked out of his mouth, slender enough to be gulped down with the rest of her. Before Quirrel knew what was happening, Hornet had dropped into his belly and was raging with confusion.

“Oh dear,” Quirrel said, sitting down and taking in what’d just happened. “A-Are you alright in there?”

“Am I ALRIGHT?” Hornet roared, beating his fists against the sides of his gut. “Release me at this moment! I am the Princess of this Kingdom, and will not be treated like some snack!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try and get you out!” Quirrel said, panicked. He tried, awkwardly, to toss her out of his gut. His belly refused to give her up, quickly clenching and sloshing around her, with his attempts to lift her up only seeming to make this process go quicker.

“If you don’t release me this moment,” Hornet roared, “I will tear you limb from limb!”
“What should I do?” Quirrel said, pacing, feeling Hornet struggling like a feral animal in his gut. “I don’t know how to get her out-”

Quirrel felt someone behind him tap his leg. He leapt up into the air with shock, expecting to be jumped by some Infected monster. When he looked back, however, it was only Ghost.

“My short friend! Thank Wyrm you’re here!” Quirrel said, patting them on the head. “I know this must seem a… strange circumstance. But that wanderer in the red cloak has gotten herself into my gut, and I need to get her out!”

Ghost cocked their head, clearly unsure as to how someone as capable as Hornet could ever get into such an embarrassing situation. Still, it would probably be for the best if they got her out of there before she digested. So, they nodded, and offered to help.

“Alright, now that you’re here, things will work out,” Quirrel said. “I just need time to think…”

“I’m being digested!” Hornet shouted, voice a bit panicked now. “You don’t have time for anything!”

Quirrel scrambled, and settled on an idea. “Alright, my short friend, I have an idea. Try to reach down my gullet and pull her out! She’s quite tall, so you should be able to reach.”

Ghost, not having any plans of their own, nodded. Quirrel brought them over to the bed at the far side of the room, and laid himself down. He opened his mouth wide as he could, and Ghost came over. They looked into Quirrel’s mouth, and reached a hand down his gullet to try and reach Hornet. They pushed themselves deeper and deeper into his mouth, until finally-

*Gulp!*

They’d moved too far down into his mouth, and Quirrel’s body had instinctively swallowed. Ghost flailed and tried to get out of Quirrel’s maw, but such struggles only worked them further down his friend's throat. Soon, they were in his gut, along with their sister.

“Oh dear…” Quirrel said, putting a hand to his head. “I- I’m so sorry, my short friend! I don’t know what came over me, I just-”

“You fool!” Hornet said, thrashing. “Now you need to free the both of us!”

Ghost struggled wordlessly alongside her. While they did not have a voice to cry suffering with, the intensity of their kicks and punches made their displeasure with the current situation more than clear.

Quirrel looked down at himself, at his struggling belly full of Hornet and Ghost. Then he looked below his belly, to his thighs and legs, which had already gathered a bit of new weight. The sight of it stopped him, and he felt something mischievous well up inside of him for the first time in ages.

“Actually…” Quirrel said, standing and looking in the mirror. “Do I?”

How wonderful he already looked in this new outfit! He looked at his new weight. It wasn’t much at the moment, just an additional few dozen pounds here and there. Yet, his curves were already filling out so well. The stockings stretched and expanded to hold his new thighs, and his belly was already forming a new lovely layer of weight. Hornet had only ever tried to kill him, and Ghost had been just so delicious, it was even better than meeting them throughout the Kingdom!

“What do you mean by that?” Hornet said, her voice quieting. “Don’t be absurd! Of course you need to free us!”

Ghost seemed to agree, pathetically rubbing Quirrel’s walls.

“Alright, alright,” Quirrel said, stretching. “I’ll get the two of you out of there.” Under his breath, he added, “...Out of there and onto my body!”

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Some time later, Tiso was exploring the City of Tears. Surely, there must be an opponent worthy of his might around here somewhere? He’d found some warriors here and there who would have been good opponents, but they’d all either run off or declined, the cowards! That Quirrel fellow, especially, had been promising. Yet, he’d had the audacity to turn down a duel! With Tiso! The greatest warrior in the Kingdom!

His eyes were open and his ears were pricked for any sign of danger. So when he heard the strange rumbling sound coming from one of the nearby houses, he sprang to it. Finally! By the sounds of it, this beast must be ferocious! It almost sounded like a large belly gurgling away some giant meal.

As he got closer, the noises became more distinct. There were feminine cries for help, and the sounds of gurgling and crunching as he got closer. He turned the final corner, weapon at the ready, and instead of a monster, came face-to-face with Quirrel.

Quirrel grinned. “Hello, Tiso! You’ve just come in on me at a strange time!”

Tiso’s mouth fell open as he took in the sight. Quirrel’s body had utterly changed from the last time that they’d met. For one, he was wearing the strangest outfit. Tight stockings clung to his monster thighs, and a cute bowtie and set of rabbit ears adorned his head. That alone would have been enough to make Tiso blush, but that hadn’t been all.

He was so much larger than he’d been before. His belly was wide as a nail was long, sloshing and jiggling as something seemed to weakly struggling inside. His thighs were wide as a doorway, and round as royal pillows. His feminine hips swung from side to side as he looked Tiso over, eyes lustful. Tiso’s eyes wandered to Quirrel’s belly.

“Oh, this?” Quirrel said, sloshing his gut. “I just had a big meal. I’ve been working it off this past couple of days!” Hornet and Ghost weakly struggled against the sides of his gut, weak and vulnerable.

“Speaking of which,” Quirrel said, putting his hands on his belly. “I’ve been playing with my food for too long. Farewell friends!~”

He clenched his gut, and shoved in with his hands. Hornet let out a final gasp of fear, and then Quirrel’s gut and his hands pressed in, churning and gurgling and clenching her into a thick sludge. Ghost followed after a bit more kneading, being reduced alongside Hornet into the same thickening chyme.

“Ah! Gone,” Quirrel said, shaking his belly. He looked at Tiso, who despite his fear, couldn’t stop looking at Quirrel’s curves.

“They were my friends,” Quirrel said, grasping his thigh and belly and giving them a shake, “But I like them more this way anyhow. Do you, Tiso?”

Before he could answer, Quirrel pinned him against the wall with his belly. Tiso felt Quirrel’s guts pumping, working away what was left of Hornet and Ghost. His gut worked quickly, already having digested so much of them over the preceding days. While his belly kept him pinned, Quirrel grinded his hips against Tiso’s body and crotch.

“G-Get off me!” Tiso said, raising his hands and accidentally grabbing Quirrel’s meaty thighs by mistake. He bit back a moan as he did, feeling how large and soft they were, wanting desperately to plow all of that weight.

Against his face, the last of Hornet and Ghost got gurgled away, their sludge getting pumped away into Quirrel’s thick, heaving guts. Quirrel’s weight only grew heavier, his thighs growing wider as more of those siblings were pumped away onto them.

Quirrel ground his thighs against Tiso’s crotch again, and then backed off. He laid down on the bed, and presented himself for whoever was willing to take him. “Oh my, that meal made me so stuffed!” Quirrel said, flirtily. “Anybody could just come along and use me how they wanted!” He raised a massive leg, and gave it a shake.

Tiso bit his lip, and held himself for a second. Then, he leapt onto the bed, and onto Quirrel.

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