Mirage decides to have some fun with her newfound existential freedom. (By eating a ton of people.)

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V2 strolled up to Mirage’s room, unsure what they were in for. Their girlfriend had called them over for “something special,” but they weren’t quite sure what that was. She lived in the girl’s dorm on campus, towards the back where there weren’t many rooms taken. V2 always just assumed she’d like to be alone.

They knocked on the door, and didn’t have to wait long for a reply. Mirage opened up and gestured at them to come in. “Glad you’re finally here, I got something fun planned for us tonight.”

V2 got nervous, getting the first idea of what this surprise might entail. They generally remained silent, but their robotic voice asked, “So, what’s going on tonight?”

“Well,” Mirage said, sitting on her bed set in the center of the room. “I met this person the other day while late for class. You know how you always say I’m ‘too existential’ and stuff?”

“I don’t put it in those words,” V2 said, sitting down next to her.

“Yes you do. Whatever. Anyways, I talked with them and they gave me some advice, right? They told me that even if life doesn’t have any meaning, we can always make some for ourselves. And I was thinking about that.” Mirage reached for a smoke, but didn’t light it yet.

“Okay, I’m following,” V2 said, shifting nervously.

“I got to thinking, hey, that means I should just do whatever makes me happy, right? I guess when you look at it that way, other people don’t matter as much.”

“Mirage, where are you going with this?” V2 asked, properly concerned now. They got the vibe that she’d gotten the considerably wrong takeaway from this stranger's advice.

“Well, there’s something I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time. To a lot of people actually. Whenever they annoy me, or get in my way, or stuff like that,” Mirage said, putting an arm on V2’s leg and stroking it.

V2 made a move to get up. “And what’s that?”

In a flash, Mirage stood up. V2 hardly had time to see what happened. They saw an opening emerge in Mirage’s mouth, and the next thing they knew, they were sliding down her throat, her thick robotic walls pulling them downwards in quick motions. They kicked and struggled, but Mirage just tilted her head back and let them slide down her gullet, and down into her belly.

“H-Hey!? What’s going on?” V2 said, panicking as they came to settle in their girlfriend’s gut.

Finally, Mirage lit up her smoke, using it and blowing a smoke ring after. “I just think your meaningless life would be better put to use in my gut, is all.”

V2 shouted some sort of reply, but already Mirage’s gut was drowning them out, thick acidic juices filling her gut, clenching and churning as her belly got to work digesting its meal.

“Wait! Mirage! You’re digesting me-!” V2 managed to cry out over the din. But it was swiftly followed by a dire Grrrrrrooooooaaaaaannnn from Mirage’s gut as it worked into V2’s body.

“Mhm, hold on babe. I’ll totally let you out later. Just let me finish my smoke break first,” Mirage said, already lighting up another smoke.

For fun, Mirage clenched her gut, hearing as the metallic walls of her belly crushed V2. The sounds of metal crushing and breaking filled the air as her friend’s robotic body was crunched and broken. There were some cries of pain and some cries for help coming from within her belly, but there was no one around to hear them. All they did was provide some more amusement for Mirage.

“Man, you’re taking your time in there, aren’t you?” Mirage said after many long minutes of painfully digesting and crushing down V2. “Life is meaningless, y’know. You don’t have to fight for it so hard.”

Muffled screams for help came again from her gut. Mirage, growing tired of their relentless resistance, decided to have some fun. They reached for a hidden set of switches hidden underneath their chest. One of them was to “ACCELERATE DIGESTION,” in case the user ever needed to get through some meal fast. She wondered how well it would work on a meal of this size? She flipped the switch, and got her answer.

Immediately, V2’s cries of horror rose as the room was filled with the sounds of their metallic body being crushed and digested. Her gut clenched and closed in relentlessly, filling up with new juices and sloshing fiercely as it worked away V2. V2 was crushed and compacted in as they were melted down by the new digestive juices, and soon their struggles weren’t even something Mirage noticed.

“Hurry up and die already in there, God,” Mirage said, pressing her hands in on her rapidly-softening belly. “If I knew it was gonna take you this long to melt, I would’ve crushed your head with my thighs or something first.”

The new digestive juices rose up around all of V2, softening and working them away in rapid time. They let out one last cry for help as Mirage clenched her belly. She heard what was left of them crush and crunch, their metal body being fully reduced to biofuel in her gut. She collapsed back on her bed, grateful that V2 had finally gone and melted down. Her belly shrunk as the expedited digestion mulched them down quickly, making Mirage slightly bigger and heavier.

“Hey, that wasn’t half bad actually,” Mirage said, feeling what was left of V2 flow from her guts and onto her body. Because of her robotics, she didn’t gain much weight from eating anyone, so it was more for the fun of it, y’know? Still, she felt her legs and chest swell with some new weight, shoving and pushing at her schoolgirl uniform. “Might not have filled the hole in my soul, but it definitely filled the hole in my stomach.”

Still though, she wondered, should she get some more? It’s not like anyone would miss these losers anyways, and if they did, so what? Nothing mattered, so shouldn’t she actually make them useful for something?

Mirage stalked around the campus a bit, feeling her stomach slosh with fresh fuel, confirming that there really wasn’t anything left of V2. Nearby, she heard the rumblings of some presentation going on in the auditorium. The back doors of it had been left open, to let in the fresh evening air. Mirage peeked her head inside, and saw dozens of students and other faculty sitting around, listening to some blank face in a suit talk about their futures and possibilities.

“How pointless,” Mirage thought as she slinked inside and shut the doors, “None of these people have a future anyways.” Her stomach rumbled.

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Mirage collapsed back on the stage as she shoved the final student down her gullet. “Ugh, finally,” she said, trying to sit up while managing her comically huge new stomach. “If I knew there were so many of you, I would’ve waited or something. Honestly, you all deserve to die in my gut for being such a pain in the ass to catch.”

Her stomach had expanded to accommodate the dozens of writhing, struggling students and faculty within it. Mirage wanted to light up a smoke or kick back or something, but the sounds of their screams and struggles were too loud for her to think straight. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem for long. Now that she’d gone through the hard part of gathering everyone together, now came the fun of dealing with them all.

Mirage reached for the hidden slit in her chest again, where all of her fun commands were hidden. Once more, she flicked the “Accelerate Digestion” switch, and then rested her hands behind her head as the nightmare began for those trapped in her belly. The sounds of her gut churning and sloshing viciously filled the air as new juices were introduced to her stomach, their terrible sound rivaled only by the muffled screams of terror which now filled the air.

She leaned forwards, resting on her belly, which was wide enough to have almost filled the entire stage, and clenched her midsection. Immediately, there was the sound of the crushing of bones and breaking of bodies as the metallic walls of her body and stomach pressed in on the mass of people trapped inside, crunching them with immense force.

“Damn, c’mon already,” Mirage said, almost pouty. “Why can’t all of you just die already? V2 didn’t put up this much of a fight!” There were cries for help and screams of protest coming muted from inside her gut. Mirage sighed. “Come on guys, your lives didn’t mean anything anyways. Stop whining so much about it.”

She clenched her gut again, and the death counter in the top-left of her vision finally started going up. “There we go. Maybe I just gotta give it a bit more force?”

Her stomach churned fiercer, the sounds of her roboguts deleting dozens of people beginning to overtake the sounds of screaming coming from within. Mirage pressed her arms and legs in on her belly, and clenched again, filling the air with the horrible sounds of dozens of people being mulched and crushed down into just sludge in her belly. Mirage’s midsection finally began to shrink as her body got to work pumping away all the biofuel sloshing around inside of her.

As her stomach shrank, the rest of her body grew slowly larger. Her skirt finally began to rip from the new width of her thighs, and her tight uniform ruptured at the chest as her breasts swelled with new weight. Her body was incredibly effective at melting down weight, meaning she didn’t gain as much from eating as others, so dozens of the students she ate were effectively deleted, nothing left, not even weight, to signify that they’d ever existed. In aggregate, however, it did all add up, as it was doing now to her curves.

“Ugh, I know life is meaningless and all, but the weight some of you losers are giving me definitely isn’t.” In response, she heard a cry for help inside of her be cut off by the crushing of bones.

“Alright, one last one should do it,” Mirage said, massaging her shrinking belly and feeling the people inside kicking and punching weekly. She prepared herself, and then clenched her belly hard enough to instantly mulch and crush anybody still left inside of her gut. There was a horrible crunching of bones that went on for half a minute or so, before the kill counter in her vision suddenly jumped to a 57. On the right side of her vision, a popup appeared proclaiming she had achieved an “ULTRAKILL.”

Her belly shrunk rapidly, the weight on her hips, thighs, chest and ass expanding as the students she’d killed were pumped away relentlessly onto her body. Her clothes had all ripped off by this point, but she was a robot, so that didn’t matter too much. Gradually, her stomach shrunk to being able to be held in her hands, and Mirage pressed in on it fiercely, pressing the rest of the biofuel out of her stomach and finishing off the collection of students and faculty with a small glorp!
Mirage stood up tall, getting used to her new weight. All of those students digested, and her body had grown only a hundred or so pounds heavier. Enough to give her a true hourglass body, with chair-bending thighs and breasts that didn’t quite look like they’d fit into any of the bras she’d seen. “Wow, all of that and you couldn’t even fatten a girl like me properly. I was right, you guys really did deserve to die.”

She sat on the too-small stool that the presenter had been using on the stage. It creaked under her weight, but did not give way. She pulled out her phone and checked it, wondering if anything else was going on that night. First though, she pulled it up and took a selfie, showing off her new body on her social media. “Just got done with some buffet. Food was nice, but really didn’t go down easy.”

Actually, that gave her an idea. With a body like this, everyone would be ogling her up and wanting to spend more time with her, right? That’d be a chance to meet more cute girls like V2 to kill with her guts. Well, that settled her plans for the weekend. Mirage picked up her ripped and tattered clothes, heading for the exit. As she walked outside into the crisp night air, her phone exploded with notifications from people hitting on her, who had no idea what they were about to walk into.

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