Commission for  ShadeScrambler who also provided a story.





Fartooth sighed. She and her team had recently returned from a mission. Their tasks had been completed without any dangerous incidents, but in order to avoid trouble they had been forced to take an alternative route. They had stretched their rations far beyond their expected time of return, and they nearly ran out. They would have, if someone had not sacrificed their own share so the team members with less stamina could keep going. That someone was the girl beside her, a tall Kuranta wearing a white competition uniform. She was one of the knights from Kazimierz like herself, but held much greater prestige–she was practically a hero among infected knights like herself, known as the Radiant Knight.

Grrrowll…

Fartooth glanced at her idol’s belly. Clearly her hunger had finally caught up with her. “Guess we should head to the cafeteria?” Nearl nodded with a smile. Unfortunately, the cafeteria was some distance away, and neither of them had the strength or will to rush.

As they walked, Fartooth remembered she still had a small part of her rations left over, some long-lasting crackers. They were practically tasteless and were tough as cardboard, but they lasted a long time and didn’t break into pieces when things got exciting. “Here,” She said, holding out her last half-empty pack, “I’ve still got a bit of this stuff left. It’s not great, but you should have it.”

With a smile, Nearl accepted. “Your generosity is much appreciated.” She quickly began to scarf down the crackers. Fartooth noticed she barely chewed, instead opting to swallow them almost whole to just get them down faster. “Guess she really was starving. Crackers aren’t going to be nearly enough to satisfy her.”

Grrrrowwwwl…

Nearl patted her belly and mused, “Man, I am hungry. I could eat anything.”

“What about me?” Fartooth joked. “Heh…heh…” She sheepishly looked away when she got no response. “Eh…guess that wasn’t that good of a joke.”

Nearl glanced at her. Was that a joke? Surely it was not a serious offer to satisfy her hunger, right? Her stomach, however, disagreed, as it growled louder, insisting she fill it immediately. Nearl wasn’t sure how exactly she was meant to consume another person, but if Fartooth was offering she was certainly hungry enough. She turned towards her prospective meal. “Alright, here goes.”

Fartooth gasped as she was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and firmly turned towards Nearl. “Was my joke really that–'' Her thought was cut off as Nearl opened her mouth wider than she thought possible. She got a glimpse of a row of white teeth and red tongue slathered in saliva. She barely got out a scream before the maw plunged over her head. The hands moved swiftly to pin her arms to her waist, and with dizzying speed she was lifted in the air and roughly shoved with a wet Squelch!

Without any experience in eating people, Nearl was at a loss in how she should proceed. She had started by simply stuffing as much as she could in, but now it was clear that she was more than capable of downing her fellow knight. If she were to indulge herself with some pleasure, surely she would be forgiven? She slowed her pace and savored Fartooth’s legs as she sucked them down. To her amusement, she found her taste not unlike some kinds of bird she had had in the past. “I wonder if all Liberi share this.”

Finally, Nearl slurped her prey’s feet in and then gasped for air. That scream had made her wonder for a moment if Fartooth really wanted to be eaten, but she hadn’t resisted her all the way down. She would never admit it–if she was ever seen, that is–but she was glad she had not misunderstood. Going from starving for several days to more full than she had ever been was possibly the most satisfying feeling she had ever had. Her skin was stretched so far she felt like she might burst, but her stomach’s grasp on its prey was unyielding. The wonderful new weight in her midriff threatened to tip her over, but if she adjusted to balance in a certain way…

By adjusting her posture to account for the shift in her center of gravity, Nearl was able to mitigate most of the risk of falling. She took a few careful steps, then quickly trotted down the hall, carefully avoiding the eyes of her fellow operators. She hadn’t done anything wrong but… I would probably die of embarrassment if someone saw me like this! She stopped at a door boldly labeled as the library. She cracked the door open, glanced around for any readers, then hurriedly closed the door behind her.

Nearl picked out one of her favorite books, and found her coziest reading spot. She opened to the first page. “Ah…it has been a while since I last had a chance to read…”Reading a good book was one of the few times she could let her mind wander. She sighed and leaned back. “Finally, after so long…time to rest…”

Inside, Fartooth was in a much less serene situation. She had initially been in shock from suddenly being devoured whole, but as she was jostled around she gradually came to her senses. Shortly afterwards, she felt pieces of something semi-solid under her in the pool of liquid she was sitting in. “H-hang on! Is this…?” She fished around with a free hand then managed to grasp a piece. It was a piece of cracker, the kind used in their rations, to be exact. Fartooth froze for a moment. Then the reality of the situation hit her. “I’m gonna be digested! I have to get out!” She immediately tried to kick in vehement protest, but without room, she was barely able to make a lump in Nearl’s belly.

Nearl grinned as she felt a slight push against her leg. She patted Fartooth’s head–at least what she thought was Fartooth’s head. Feeling her food move was certainly a strange experience, though…not necessarily a bad one. She flipped to the next page. A moment later, an unexpected jolt from within knocked the book out of her hands. “And now I’ve lost my place. I know you’re just getting comfortable, but I’ve only got so much time to read, so…” She firmly braced her belly between her thighs. “There, you won’t accidentally interrupt me again.”

Her occupant winced as she was compressed even tighter in her prison. “HEY! Let me out, I was just joking earlier!” Soon Fartooth realized that the liquid that initially only rose to her ankles now almost submerged her, and it was seriously beginning to sting. Even more concerningly, her clothes were showing signs of starting to fall apart. Panic setting in, she began to wildly kick and elbow with all her remaining strength. “I’M NOT FOOD!!!” She screamed with all her might. The surrounding stomach, however, was unconvinced.

Nearl was in bliss. Fartooth’s struggles–not that she realized they were in fact struggles–felt amazing, like an expert massage, but from the inside! A wide smile covered her face and she dropped her book momentarily. She began to rapidly massage her stomach in return with one hand as she began to moan in pleasure. She heard some noises from her belly that sounded vaguely like words, “HMH! MMMFF!!!”

However, it was far too late to turn back now. “Sorry Fartooth, I know you’re excited to tell me something, but this just feels so goooood!” Her belly’s gurgles began to grow in intensity, and the movement in her belly gradually slowed, then finally stopped for good. She panted for several moments, then picked up her book.

Over the next several chapters, she rubbed her happily churning stomach. The shape of Fartooth slowly softened and began to lose its solid shape beneath her hand. The churning gradually turned to sloshing as it began to push chyme into her intestines, and the weight in her bowels slowly began to shift downwards. “Ah, too bad. I enjoyed your stay.” Her eyelids began to grow heavy, but she kept reading. Free time was a precious rarity for her, and she only had so much time for her favorite pastime.

Finally, Nearl closed her book. Her stomach was practically flat now, barely a trace of Fartooth had been left behind by her merciless digestive system. As she returned the book to its home, she noticed she felt just a little heavier than expected. She examined herself in a mirror. She had gained some weight…due to her excellent physical health, it wasn’t drastic, but there was a slight but noticeable layer of pudge on her stomach. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, she had grown in other places? She smiled as she felt her new additions. She wouldn’t mind a bit of extra padding as a reminder of the knight’s generous and tasty sacrifice. She pushed a hand into her soft belly. To her surprise, she felt something hard and smooth push back. “Was that…a bone; still stuck in my gut? Her skull, maybe?” She smiled. It seemed a bit of her meal wouldn’t be leaving her behind just yet. Her self-inspection finished, Nearl collected herself and briskly began to leave the library. While her meal and break had been fantastically fulfilling, she couldn’t laze about forever.

A white-armored knight with red hair and tail met her as she left the library. She recognized her as Flametail, a close ally of Fartooth. She sheepishly approached Nearl upon seeing her. “Ah, sorry! Miss Nearl, have you seen Justnya–I mean, Fartooth? I heard her team finally made it back earlier.”

“Fartooth helped me out with a problem of mine. She’s…going to be preoccupied for a while.” Nearl patted her midriff appreciatively, just above a skull subtly hidden by a layer of chub.

The other knight didn’t seem to understand the meaning of her gesture. “Ah, alright. Sorry to bother you. Could you send her my way when she gets done helping you?”

Nearl smiled and patted her fellow knight on the shoulder. “Of course, I will make sure to do just that. Or…if you want to see her sooner, I would be very happy to accept your help as well!”

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