Perhaps being at the lowest of lows was what brought you here. Maybe it was regret, maybe it was family, maybe it was a bet… For whatever reason motivated you the most, you dared to step into the old, stone building tucked away at the edge of the town.
 
 
There were countless rumors about this building. It looked abandoned on the outside, but those who bravely entered found it was in pristine condition. The floors and walls were both dull gray concrete, the stained glass windows guarded with metal bars intertwined to the design, and red carpets led you through the seemingly-empty building.
 
 
You're more than well aware this place isn't empty, though, because there are plenty of dark candles and lights that illuminate the grand chamber in the center. You can hear the faint humming of the lamps, and there's the sound of food being prepared in a room off to your left. Curiously, you poke your head into what you find out is the kitchen, and surprise a man in a dark red robe by your sudden appearance.
 
 
"Sorry!" You're quick to apologize. "I'm looking for, um…" What was his name again? The name of the man they spoke about in the town?
 
 
"Sanguine!"
 
 
The chef, who you can now see close-up, is a large, built man. He has a mask, wings, and a severe lack of a shirt. He glances up and down your body before answering you in a scratchy voice.
 
 
"He's in the center room."
 
 
You quickly tell him, "Thank you," and then hurry to get out of his hair. He seemed quite intimidating in both demeanor and appearance… Hopefully, the man you're looking for isn't as intimidating.
 
 
Finally, you stumble into the room the chef was referring to. You see a strange hybrid demon sitting cross-legged on a ritualistic mat, surrounded by candles and magical ingredients. He opened his eyes and looked up at you when you entered, horizontal red irises focused entirely on you. It makes you feel a little nervous.
 
 
"You came," he said, almost like it was a surprise. He moved to stand while you awkwardly stood there.
 
 
A thousand questions ran through your head, but you asked the most daunting first: "I… did? Were you expecting me?"
 
 
"Yes," He answered. The strange man approached you, towering well over you by at least a foot. When he cusped your chin with his thumb, you froze.
 
 
"Wh-What are you–"
 
 
"You seek an escape, child. I can see it in your eyes. The pain of a society you can't change."
 
 
You were stunned.
 
 
"Let me help you, child. Is this what you seek? Do you wish to be free of your burden?"
 
 
You hesitate at first, then answer. "Yes…"
 
 
"Then, close your eyes. I will grant your wish. Put your trust in me."
 
 
You close your eyes. You can feel his breath on you.
 
 
"Your savior is here. They call me Sanguine, but they will call us Sanguine soon enough."
 
 
Opening his mouth, he engulfed your head inside of his maw. You're shocked to find the man is eating you, and before you know it, your arms and legs are being hoisted up by another stranger to prevent struggle. You squirm anyway, but it's futile with the way the demon effortlessly swallows your shoulders next.
 
 
"Look at them." You hear a muffled feminine voice; It's not Sanguine. "You love the squirmy ones."
 
 
"Hey!" You cried. "Let me go!"
 
 
Sanguine moans around you in agreement with the woman, his tongue flicking along your clothed torso. The girl laughs and shoves you deeper into the greedy God.
 
 
She grunts, "Let him consume you!" and lifted the remainder of you into the air. Sanguine tilted his head back to let you slide in easier, and after another hard gulp, only your feet are sticking out of his mouth.
 
 
"Go on, my Lord." The girl seemed pleased. "Finish them."
 
 
"No!!!" You cry out, pushing on everything you can.
 
 
You struggle to grab and hold anything because of how slippery it is. With a final pull of his throat, you become trapped inside of the demon. He feels your resistance from within his stomach, but he only rubs your form stretching him with a sigh.
 
 
"Fools always flock to the darkness." Sanguine belched. "Are you prepared to become a permanent part of me?"
 
 
There was an extra weight pressed on top of the already tight walls that squeezed you– Likely of the woman who snuck into the room behind you.
 
 
"Let me out!! I don't want to die!" You helplessly plead, pushing against every part of him you can. You even attempt to climb back up, only for something external to bonk you and cause you to slip back down.
 
 
"Digest peacefully for Sanguine, you worthless prey!" The girl hissed at you.
 
 
Your struggle continued anyway, but it aroused Sanguine to no end as the demon huffed. His stomach gurgled, and you soon felt yourself grow weaker inside of his walls. You knew your time was nearing.
 
 
 
 
"No, please!"
 
 
"Mmm… Yes, beg more…" He moaned.
 
 
The girl began to palm at you through his stomach, forcing your limbs under rising stomach acids. They eroded your clothes away first– You screamed out in fear of what was to come. Soon, your legs began to get mushy.
 
 
"I'm… m-melting..!?"
 
 
"OURP!" Sanguine expelled your breathing air in a belch, letting the woman do the work of churning you faster with a pleased purr.
 
 
"Yes, just like that, prey…" Sanguine hummed. He felt your arms melt away next into a nutritional slurry for his body, and soon, your head sank under the rising acid. You closed your eyes to try and protect them, but everything of you soon began to melt away as well. It wasn't long before you were lifeless, docile sludge and bones inside of his tight, gurgling belly. The demon sat back on his mat.
 
 
"This one melted awfully quick, Annabella." Sanguine shook his head with a sigh. With one hand on his stomach, he jiggled it, clinking the remains of your bones around inside of him.
 
 
"Perhaps he will plumpen your ass first?" Annabella giggled behind her hand.
 
 
"Mmm, if that is what you desire, then perhaps I will indulge you…" Sanguine winked at her. "I shall guide my newest follower to my rear, as requested."
 
 
As your bones melted away next, your mass was then used to pad out the demon's ass. It fit a lot more tightly in his pants now, thick thighs and a big ass threatening to burst the denim open at any second.
 
 
"I may need to get my maternity pants out early." Sanguine shook his head. When he went to stand–
 
 
–RIP!
 
 
Sanguine's pants and briefs burst open and revealed a cute, plump ass from your nutrients. Annabella squealed with delight, then smacked the mounds. She made the poor demon yelp.
 
 
"Cease that!" Sanguine hissed at her, to which she howled with laughter. Their bickering continued while the last remainders of your consciousness and existence faded into obscurity for good.