Being the authoritative force over Tokyo Special Division 4 had its perks as far as Makima was concerned. As the leader of the special subdivision, the Control Devil could indulge in her hedonistic lifestyle as much as she wanted. For three hours straight, Makima had done nothing but inhale bowl after bowl of ramen noodles while casually pitching them in columns stretching as far as the eye could see. The nefarious devil was known for her seemingly bottomless appetite, but after a few weeks passed by, all the weight and inactivity were finally getting to her.
 
Her large, watermelon-sized breasts strained against the fabric of her white dress shirt each weighing 8 tons. Buttons along the shirt pushed from the pressure and barely held on by an inch allowing small holes for her blubber to peer through. The more noodles she ingested, her round, bloated gut jutted out and overtook the table with its girth. Her signature black tie lazily found purchase at the top of her orb. Rows of fat hung down from the Control Devil's back forcing her to crouch. Makima's legendary ass jiggled with bountiful fat resembling life-sized mounds of dough.
 
The woman pulverized another bowl of the sweet, tangy noodles and tossed it on the ever-growing mountain of bowls. Smacking her lips and slurping leisurely at her fingers, Makima snapped her fingers. "Miss Kobeni, please bring me out some more."
 
The nerve-wracking human woman walked in sheepishly carrying a tray containing around three bowls of ramen noodles. "A-are you sure that you should be going for more rounds?"
 
Kobeni knew better than anyone else that you did not piss off Makima. Sure, she would speak pleasantly with whoever she was conversing with, but there was always an aura of malice behind her buttery words. Makima tucks her arms over her silky bulk and rests her double chin on her fingers her smile not faltering. It creeped the brunette more how Makima would act calmly even when she was clearly angry.
 
"So, are you saying that I can't eat any more ramen noodles, Kobeni?"
 
"I-I. ...yeah ...no" Kobeni quickly looked away too scared about being drawn in by those ringed eyes "J-just...you...um..."
 
Makima's smile widened. "I'm ... what, Kobeni? Finish your sentence."
 
Kobeni shook her head. "I-I don't think I should! Sorry that I was saying something out of turn!"
 
Kobeni tried to make a dash for it, but she felt herself being reeled back in like a fish on a line. The sensation was odd. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt like some invisible, mental chain started to immobilize her keeping her in place. She turned to look back at her boss. Her facial expression shifted slightly: while still being tranquil, Makima possessed an inquisitive look.
 
"By all means, Ms. Kobeni, I wasn't finished talking." Makima tapped her fingers on the table in a slow, meticulous patter. "Could it be that you are suggesting that I am morbidly obese?"
 
Kobeni tried to gulp, but her throat was dry. "No! No!! Ha...ha, good one, ma'am!" She continued laughing but Makima wasn't joining in on the forced laughter. Seeing this, Kobeni froze again. "No....no. Maybe a - a..."
 
"A?"
 
Sweat rolled down Kobeni's head in sheets. Why is Makima deciding to play with her now? "A little big?"
The pressure on the back of her head subsided much to the devil hunter's relief. Makima blinked her eyes shut and opened them slowly sorting out the allegations. "So, I can't do with my body whatever I want?"
 
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Oh crap. Kobeni shook her head feverishly until it throbbed. "No-no ma'am. Sorry."
 
"It's fine, Kobeni," Makima replied now with an air of boredom. "Besides, Denji likes my size."
 
"Speaking of which, where is the kid?" Kobeni asked. However, she did not even need to ask the question: her eyes shot down seeing that instead of a chair her superior was sitting on, Denji was holding Makima up with his back. The soft, gelatinous padding of her hips wobbled around the hormone-addled teen. "What the heck, Makima what -?"
 
"He volunteered to do this. Isn't he a thoughtful dog, Kobeni?"
 
Denji's knees dug into the ground as he strained to hold his crush up. His spine was splintering, and his arms were giving out, but the pain was equally pleasurable.
 
"I-I think you're hurting him, Miss Makima," Kobeni said.
 
"Butt out of this, Kobeni," Denji retorted, "I have my one thing to do, and you have yours."
 
She was taken aback by the hostile response but thought it would be too much of a hassle to continue debating this. She placed the tray on the table and backed up. "Here you are, ma-ma'am."
 
Makima grabbed her chopsticks and swirled them around in the bowl of noodles until they tangled in them. "Thank you, Kobeni. About time you'd see things my way."
 
The redheaded woman crammed forkful after forkful of noodles into her salivating mouth unconcerned about the juices rolling down the sides of her mouth. Wet slurps filled the air as the food squelched on the sides of Makima's jaws whenever she swirled the noodles around with her tongue. Two bowls of the noodles were already demolished by the woman's ravenous hunger leaving one to the mercy of the Control Devil. Kobeni felt disgusted by watching the grown woman pig out in an unbecoming fashion such as that, but she was also unable to look away. Was this what looking at a train wreck felt like?
 
Makima vacuumed the remaining liquid into her pressed lips and tossed the bowl on the others. "Do me a favor and get me a few more bowls, won't you, Kobeni?"
 
Kobeni's eyes widened. "W- wha ...? After god knows how many bowls, you still aren't full?"
 
There she was again, opening her big mouth. Makima pushed her cheek into the palm of her right hand and sighed. "Ms. Kobeni..."
 
The devil hunter gulped.
 
"I'm still not satisfied." She added emphasis to that last word. "I need you to give me something more filling...or..."
 
Kobeni choked as she started to reply. "O-o-or?"
 
Makima giggled. Kobeni was such a delight to terrify and bully. Sure, it was not Kobeni's fault that she was a worrywart, but the villainous woman could not help herself. "Perhaps I have found something that would satiate me."
 
Her stomach growled ominously. Kobeni did not need any verbal confirmation. Makima's threat did not fall on deaf ears. Kobeni wobbled while stretching her legs and tripped over herself sending her face crashing to the ground. "Gah!"
 
Makima laughed again. "I'll leave you to it."
 
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"Okay, okay. Calm yourself, Kobeni."
 
Kobeni stared at her reflection in the mirror with the bowls of noodles on the tray. She inhaled sharply and exhaled just as hard. Perhaps too hard since her ribs started to wheeze. "Just do what Ms. Makima said and everything will be fine."
 
There was nothing the young woman wanted more than to be at home away from the madness, but Makima would know that she was gone. Gathering up some mental strength, Kobeni wasted little time and returned to the room where Makima was lurking at. Her stomach growled as it began filtering through the tight bunches of noodles and breaking them down into more food for the Control Devil. "Ah, there you are, Kobeni. Good, you are here. I could have wasted away to nothing if you weren't a second faster."
 
Makima chuckled darkly at her own joke. Kobeni's chest heaved, but she forced a false snicker. "Don't worry, ma'am. I would not do something like that to you."
 
"Now...all you have to do is bring the tray over, but I urge you one thing."
 
Kobeni squinted her eyelid. "What is it?"
 
"Do. Not. Trip."
 
"YIPE! O-okay, M-M-Ms. Makima!" Kobeni stammered.
 
Crap. Why did Makima have to tell her not to trip? She had already mentally prepared herself for the task, but that wall of fortitude was quickly crumbling. Kobeni's head shook until the bones in her neck popped to show she was understanding Makima's request. Her legs wobbled around, one shambling before the other. She balanced herself on toothpicks each painstakingly step splintering her femurs. Makima's words clung onto Kobeni's skin eating away at her sanity. The tray shook in her hands as her anxiety was getting the best of her. Oh god...is her grip getting clammy too?
 
She looked down at her hands seeing, to her horror, the sweat pooling from her palms. Calm down, Kobeni, she told herself. Just concentrate on the task at hand. She darted to her boss who also gave her a peculiar look yet still not demonstrating any kind of annoyance. Sighing, Kobeni put one foot in front of the other and...
 
She tripped.
 
Kobeni's sudden floundering on the floor sent the tray of ramen noodles flying and, before she could even react, the bowls twirled in the air raining down juice and noodles. "Ah! No!!"
 
The devil hunter shielded herself from the downpour, but she was nevertheless drenched in a good bit of the food. The bowls shattered on the hard ground and echoed throughout the room. "What have I done??" Kobeni sat on her knees in disbelief. Oh god, oh god, oh god. She messed up. There was no way she could get to stage a clean getaway. "M-Makima, I-I-"
 
WHAM!
 
The tray smashed on the crown of her head. The only thing the cowardly woman could do at that point was cry her eyes out. She was mentally preparing herself for the repercussions.
 
"It's okay, Kobeni."
 
Kobeni wiped her eyes. "What? It is? You're not mad?"
 
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Kobeni looked down in embarrassment before Makima resumed speaking. "Besides, I think I have found something that is more filling."
 
"Y-you have?"
 
Makima nods. "Please come over here."
 
Kobeni started to back away, but like before, she felt some supernatural force controlling her body's movements. "A-actually, I think I'll take my leave right n-"
 
"Kobeni..."
 
Against her better judgment, Kobeni did as her boss said almost levitating. "P-p-please, ma'am..."
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Makima grabbed the sides of Kobeni's small frame pinching her lower ribs. "AH! That hurts!!"
 
"That's nothing compared to what I have planned for you," Makima casually replied.
 
"LET ME GO!!! I-I'LL GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE COUNTRY's WORTH OF RAMEN!!"
 
Clearly, Kobeni was incapable of making that kind of promise, especially with the salary she was making. But anything goes if she can survive. Kobeni flailed and punched in a blind frenzy. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!!"
 
A slick, wet surface spread across Kobeni's cheek. Makima moaned from the taste, almost shivering. "Your fear makes your flesh so tender and sweet." Makima smacked her lips pressing her face in front of Kobeni's until she completely eclipsed hers.
 
"Makima, Makima, please, wa -!"
 
OMPH!!
 
The roof of Makima's mouth scraped over Kobeni's crown as the Control Devil gently adjusted her grip. Her tongue swirled around coating the orifices of Kobeni's face in heavy saliva. The salt of her tears was impeccable! The pork-flavor of the ramen noodles combined with the succulent skin of her cowardly employee made Kobeni a livelier, more mouth-watering dish.
 
"AH!!! HELP, HELP!! SOMEBODY!! A DEVIL HUNTER! ANYONE, MY BOSS IS TRYING TO EAT ME!!!!"
 
Impassionate slurps tugged Kobeni's head deeper into Makima's clammy mouth. Her lips glided over Kobeni's mouth; she even decided to humor her by twirling her tongue with Kobeni's swapping spit until she massaged her neck inside. Kobeni's head stretched against the tight skin of her neck in a marvelous bulge that descended past her melons. Low, guttural moans reverberated through the tight walls of her throat as she relished pulling more and more of the small woman into her core.
 
Makima dislocated her lower jaw to collect Kobeni's shoulders and pinned her arms to her side. Drool rolled down Kobeni's back making consuming her less of a chore. Taking her hands, Makima lifted up Kobeni's dress shirt and groped her exposed skin. For someone that small, she had some considerable meat on her bones. How could she have hidden something like that? She wrapped her arms around the devil hunter's back in a tight embrace. "Mmm...I need you, Kobeni...I want you inside of me right now...!"
 
The devil woman lifted Kobeni up in the air and ruthlessly gobbled on the hunter's chest relishing in the excess of flavor before taking her lower abdomen hostage between her jaws. Through each gulp and shove, Kobeni's consistent pleading and flailing never ceased. However, the emotionless woman only grew more determined to cram the piggy inside. Her muscular walls vibrated around the defenseless woman ensuring that she kept traveling down her downward spiral. Makima moaned within breaths slurping and sucking Kobeni. It was not enough for the Control Devil to simply eat Kobeni: she wanted to demean her. As far as she was concerned, all humans were below her being nothing more than morsels to wet her palate.
 
Licking down the plump skin and assaulting her belly button, three more fierce swallows were exerted on Kobeni's waist. Using her teeth, Makima bit on Kobeni's blubber for no other reason than the joy of being a bitch. Kobeni's waist disappeared behind Makima's tight lips. Makima groped Kobeni's ample rear holding them between her hands like an exceptionally juicy cheeseburger. Lathering it with sheets of warm drool, Makima lovingly nibbled on Kobeni's butt cheeks since that would be the only affection the poor woman would get in this life.
 
Makima crammed the two marshmallowy , silky cheeks into her mouth and took them down in timed gulps. Her throat bulged with the shape of Kobeni's ass before becoming smaller the more they slid down. Kobeni's plump, heavy legs could hardly keep up with Makima's invasive tongue. The demoness stretched her jaws past Kobeni's thighs and hoisted the remnants of her kicking legs into the air deciding to let gravity finish up for her. The thrashing proved fruitless against the Law of Physics with her calves vanishing inch by inch. Makima lifted her head further back leisurely intaking her ankles and socked feet.
 
GULP!!
 
Kobeni screamed bloody murder and landed in the pool of ramen noodles with a wet splash. Sinking into the noodles, the brunette breached the surface her determination to live rearing its head. "AHH!!! This is gross!!"
 
Makima belched in response, a gush of gas leaving her mouth along with scraps of digested ramen. "Hm. Yup, you hit the right spot for me."
 
The buttons to Makima's dress shirt finally could take no more ripping off the fabric and flying across the room as her full girth walloped out. Denji winced in pain from the added weight and finally fell on his back, his arms and legs sprawled out on the floor. The greedy devil licked her chops and used her fingernail to scrape any parting gifts Kobeni left her. "Denji, you are still alive, aren't you?"
 
Denji weakly gave his crush a thumbs up. Makima nodded in disinterest and stood up. Her full size made the wooden floor creak. As she fought for her life, Kobeni started to become tangled in the oodles of noodles. Makima's sudden movement only assisted in restraining Kobeni. Her stomach groaned into gear to begin churning its contents. Kobeni weakly shifted her face and hands creating dents and curves against Makima's taut skin. "MMFF!!! MFFFF!!!"
 
Makima could hear nothing from Kobeni besides her muffled screams and incessant sobbing, even then, it was not like she cared anyway. Food did not talk, after all. The redheaded woman tugged at her pants and strained to bring them up over her behemoth of a butt. "Work with me, Kobeni," she groaned under her breath. Her rounded, floppy ass cheeks Finally, for what seemed like hours, Makima succeeded at tucking away her thrashing, active belly giving it a smack in triumph. "I have some important business to attend to...maybe you can hold me over since you aren't going anywhere?"
 
"MMMF!!!!"
 
Makima shrugged. "Whatever you say."
 
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Makima's business associates took passive glances at Makima with mixed responses. Some were completely horrified that she had a live human boiling away inside of her, and due to them not being in the know of her true nature, it wasn't like they could do anything to stop her. The best they could try doing was ignoring Kobeni's pleas until she settled down. Still, there were some that felt oddly aroused by the surreal scene before them. Even as a big, heavy woman, Makima was always beautiful having some otherworldly aura to her. Or it could be because she is somehow controlling them into fawning for her. Either way, Kobeni's cries fell on deaf ears, and she became nothing more than goop that was dumped into the Control Devil's intestines.
 
After the meeting, Makima excused herself to her personal restroom. Closing the door, Makima turned to glance at her royal white throne. "Let's see if you hold up after this is over."
 
Makima's thighs were weighed down by Kobeni-padding making the mundane act of rolling them down more of a bother for the woman. "You just had to be an irritation up until the end, Ms. Kobeni?"
 
Eventually, she was able to pry them from her thighs and slipped them between her head-crushing legs. As she sat down, the toilet bolted under her weight shaking violently on its foundation. "Mmm, eager, aren't you?"
 
Makima's pucker opened while the Control Devil grunted. A jet of golden piss sprinkled into the bowl accompanying that was a thunderous fart. Makima looked at her fingernails in boredom as the first coil of what used to be Kobeni wriggled free, cracking and popping becoming as long as her forearm before breaking off and plummeting to the bottom. "Oh, yes...keep it...oh...up."
 
Another giant turd rolled out being loaded with small-broken fragments of bones and pieces of indigestible hair and clothes. The bones scraped against Makima's inner walls sending waves of pain but passing Kobeni felt so pleasurable at the same time. Every irregular interval, the log would switch directions coiling itself over in endless stacks. The Control Devil moaned again feeling especially naughty, but she would be wasting too much of her precious time on pleasuring herself. Besides, she wasn't a monster: she would never demean Kobeni for her worthy sacrifice.
 
The texture of the logs of shit fluctuated starting off as hard and solid (mostly due to more of the indigestible parts that once were owned by Kobeni) before transforming into wet, squishy excrement. Kobeni's lower jawbone plopped on top of the mound resembling a putrid sundae minus the nuts. Makima wiped her anus clean and tosses the wadded used paper on the pile.
 
"You did a real number on my digestive tract, Kobeni. You made me so fat."
 
***************SCAT WARNING OVER*****************
 
Denji stood by the door, his back on the hard wall, arms crossed, and balancing himself by propping his foot on the wall. Makima had told him prior to the meeting to stand by on the off chance that she would need him for something. He scratched his head in bemusement. "Ms. Makima has been in there for a long time...maybe I -"
 
The door opened and the huge woman casually strolled out. "Ah, there you are, Denji. You really are a good dog, aren't you?"
 
Denji blushed and looked away. He was unsure if he liked being called a dog, but he was one step closer to acquiring a girlfriend, or at least, that was his assumption. "You spoil me, Ms. Makima."
 
Makima nodded, not really listening to Denji's response. "I have a special task for you."
 
Denji's eyes widened. "Ya do!? What is it? I'll do anything for you!"
 
"I love your enthusiasm, Denji."
 
She told him to close his eyes and hold his hands out. He did as was told, his mind aflutter with different scenarios. What could Ms. Makima have in store for him? Maybe she was going to give him some of her sexy undergarments. Or, better yet, a picture of herself that he could do, ahem, things within his spare time? Were they pictures of her ass? His member throbbed with each perverted thought running unfiltered in his mind. By god, the suspension was killing him. Makima lays a wooden object in his open hands and orders him to open his eyes.
 
Instead of an exquisite nude photo or Makima's attire, Denji instead saw a plunger. He looked up at Makima slightly disappointed. She simply smirked at him in a playful manner. "Don't worry; consider it a privilege that you get the chance to clean my bathroom." She cupped Denji's chin with her hand. Such pitiable, puppy dog eyes. She can't wait to play with Denji's growing feelings for her. "You believe me, don't you?"
 
Denji pondered it for a few seconds nodding her head in caution. "I...I guess so."
 
Makima clapped her hands. "Excellent. I'll be leaving now; I am feeling peckish." As she walked, she turned to stare at the bathroom. "Hopefully the next one won't screw up."
 
With that, she sashayed her colossal hips apathetically smacking her other employees with her wide hips. A hand shot down and caressed her right ass cheek. "Hope you enjoy your stay, Ms. Kobeni."