We're back with another amazing commission by the talented  StuporStar This picture is going to be part of what was a "short story" I started last month, but its now grown into a massive story. I plan to have the first draft finished by the end of this month, but here's a little excerpt to wet the appetite so to speak...

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Dam it, Chista thought, staggering back to her feet, clutching the gash on her arm as another skeleton joined the fray. Like the others, it also wears a tattered muddy Imperial uniform, with a rusted saber clutched in its boney hand. "How many of these things does she have?" Chista muttered as the skeleton started to circle her, moving clockwise as its comrade moved counterclockwise around her. Chista takes a half step backward, trying to keep both skeletons in her line of sight, but she can hear the clattering of bone as the first skeleton rises again.

Her eyes dart toward the tomb's entrance where the Necromancer's disciple stood, hands outstretched, bathed in hellish red energy, as she spoke in a strange alien tongue. She aimed the Necromancer, pulling back the hammer as she rested her finger on the trigger, but held her fire, knowing the futility of the action. Brute force won't win this fight.

Chista glanced at the skeletons surrounding her, ready to rend her to shreds with rusted blades, only waiting for their master's command. I hope this works, Chista thought as she lowered her pistol. "Coward!" Chista cried out, startling the Necromancer. "Look me in the eye and do it yourself!" She shoves the revolver back in its holster as she glares at the hooded figure. Just look at me, you bitch.

For a moment, the dark chanting stops as a sinister chuckle fills the air.
"It is not often I encounter those unafraid of death," Faine says, pulling back the dark cowl revealing her fair features, her raven hair framing her sharp cheekbones in a short bob cut. However, it's her piercing emerald eyes shimming in the moonlight that Chista focuses on.

"I commend your efforts, hunter," Faine says, lowering her hands. The skeletons mimicked the motion lowering their weapons as their master continued to speak. "I assure you that your death is not the end, for I shall have plenty of uses for Glutton such as yourself." Faine's lips spread into a smug smirk as she imagined her mistress sliding past her new soon-to-be thralls lips. Yes... she'd be right next to that fat gut stroking it as it churned her mistress to slush, drinking in every delicious plea from within.

The delicious fantasy put a smile on Faine's face as she raised her hand to deliver the killing blow. What? She willed her arm to move, but her body refused to move. Faine tried to move a finger but found even that was beyond her ability; then she noticed the faint blue glow around Chista's right eye. That... that's not possible! Faine's heart pounds as the realization sets in on what is happening. That fat ass... that BRUTE had rune magic, and now she was ensnared and worse... her mind was... fading...

"For a moment, I thought you were too clever to fall for that," Chista said as she approached the paralyzed Necromancer. The skeletons stood idly by, unable to raise a finger to defend their master without a command word. "But I guess you weren't that clever after all. huh?" She gave the paralyzed Faine a smug smirk as she casually sauntered past her guardians.

You- you- fat... BITCH, Faine could only watch as Chista approached, each step accompanied by a wet •°○Slosh○•° as the glutton's belly swayed. Fat was the one word that stuck with Faine as Chista got closer; she understood the dark cravings of those afflicted with the Gluttonous Curse. How those full plump thighs were monuments to dozens upon dozens of meals, Chista's swaying hips packed with the meat of beast and men no doubt. Of course, that hulking pot belly was a tomb for dozens more lost souls, and it was moving right for her. Chista's gut had a sway that Faine couldn't help but imagine having a swagger to it - a smugness matching its master's own.

Soon, that fat belly was almost pressing into her chest, thanks to Chista's height. Even a step away, she could feel the warmth of Chista's bubbling metabolism; in a different light, it would have been soothing, but right now, that smooth fat gut had a malice to it-

˚॰°ₒ৹๐ GwwwuuuOOOOOORRRBL ˚॰°ₒ৹๐

-a feeling confirmed by the deep guttural growl rumbling from the ravenous sphere. Faine saw Chista's belly quiver, the fat rippling lightly as the powerful stomach hidden underneath flexed, warming up for its latest sacrifice.

"I know this might be a bit much to ask, considering the whole situation," Chista said, placing her hands on Faine's shoulders. "But can you do me a favor?"

Faine's blood boiled, her rage fueling her willpower as she fought against the Goliath's charm. Slowly she moved her eyes upwards, rising from the still-rumbling belly only to reach the deep canyon of cleavage before her. This close Faine could press her face between those massive breasts, and the temptation to take a bite out of one of those plump tits was there. However, all she could do was stare deep into the soft mounds.

Each breast had to be larger than her head, which raised a morbid question. How many lost souls were in that tit fat? A dozen? A dozen each? Faine reckoned that answer was closer to the weight of each breast straining that green jacket. So many blessings waisted on this dammed... hero. She wanted to scream at Chista but could only muster a low growl, which caused that dammed smirk on Chista's face to broaden further.

"I'll take that as a yes," Chista said, leaning closer to Faine, meeting the Necromancer eye to eye. "Try not to give me indigestion. Okay?"

Faine fixed Chista with a deadly glare, lips trembling as the charm started losing its power. A thousand deaths will await you; she thought as Chista's jaws parted before her. Faine felt Chista's hot breath wash over her face, carrying a pungent odor of digested meat and caustic acids. The smell was the least of Faine's worries as she soon found herself staring down Chista's gullet. A vast, moist cavern dripping with drool with thick strands of saliva stretching from the bottom of her jaw to the roof cascading back like a glistening spiderweb.

Just as the charm faded, Chista crammed Faine into her maw. Thick strands of drool splattered onto the stone steps as her cheeks squelched around Faine's head and shoulders. The Necromancer's legs started to kick, her arms flailing, grasping at anything to stop her descent, just as the first swallow sealed her fate.

ₒ৹๐~ GULP~ ₒ৹๐

Chista's gullet swelled greedily, accommodating Faine's head and shoulders before clamping down like a steel vice. Chista's gullet muffled the Necromancer's cries as those powerful muscles flexed, dragging her down the tight dark esophagus.

For a moment, Faine's hands find purchase with Chista's breasts, teasing out a muffled "mmm!" from Chista. Faine's thin fingers sank into the plush warm fat, but even an open palm wasn't enough to fully grasp Chista's tits. This desperate attempt doesn't stop her descent as Chista seizes her arms and pins them to her side.

ₒ৹๐~ GULP~ ₒ৹๐

Another powerful swallow ripples down Chista's gullet dragging Faine's torso and arms down Chista's throat. The Necromancer's dark robes soak up the viscous saliva pouring like a sponge and weighing Faine down as she claws at Chista's throat.

This can't be! Faine thought, wincing in pain as the tight muscles clamped down, threatening to crush her skull with the pounding of Chista's heart drumming in her mind as she slinked past it. The sweltering heat robs her breath just as Chista's throat squeezes her chest, but the deep rumbling from below strikes fear into her heart.

Necromancy had many solutions to this problem she found herself in. However, all of those solutions required that there be a body left. Faine knew a Glutton of Chista's caliber wouldn't leave much behind. That left one option...

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How will this end? When did this happen? How long do we have to wait for this? This segment is a bit further in the story, but I'll be rolling out segments as I wrap it up.

Leaving a big cliffhanger here, but that's just to help build up some anticipation for what's to come!

As always, let me know what you think in the comments. And remember to check out StuporStar and their stuff! They do extraordinary commissions and work with me every step of the way on this.

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