Second Feast
Susan's anger was immense as she glared at the alien squid ahead of her. The thing was a crazy lunatic who did what it wanted to simply because it could. His selfishness and ignorance was making her blood boil. He had killed Insectosaurus, destroyed San Francisco, created a clone army to take over the world, trapped her friends inside the epicenter of an exploding ship, and now he was trying to escape his just punishment. She had had enough of this alien overlord and she could only think of one thing to do, the only way to stop him now. Her mouth watered as her stomach jolted hungrily at the plan she was about to enact.
"I wouldn't be so sure and the name is Ginormica," She pointed the gun up and fired, it hit the statue and the glowing orb fell, crashing on top of her. The Quantonium swarmed round her and then began bonding with her again. After a few moments, her transformation was complete and she towered over him, hands on hips, looking down on him like he was an insect.
"Now, little bug. Here's what we're gonna do…" she bent down and snatched up the alien. He had tried to scamper off, but he was now much too slow for her great size and even greater speed. He twitched and flailed helplessly in her grip as she held him up to her face.
"You were going to put me in the incinerator. Well, now I'm gonna put you in mine!" she gave him a wicked grin.
"You don't have an incinerator!" yelled Gallaxhar.
"I have a biological one."
Gallaxhar immediately understood. "No! NO! For the love of Flagnod! NOOOO!"
She held Gallaxhar slightly above her as she opened her mouth. With one final scream, the alien was dropped into the giantess' mouth. Unlike with Derek, Ginormica tried something different and began to chew, slowly. His thrashing grew more frantic within her mouth as her teeth crushed his cartilage tentacle limbs, drawing his dark blue blood from the wounds. She found herself delighting in the taste of his flesh and blood. He tasted like a warm, juicy shrimp but with a slight spice about him that made him so much more exotic than the common Earth sea creature. His screams were finally and abruptly cut off when she at last bit down on his massive head, popping it like a grape. With relish, she chewed long and slowly on the highly juicy grey matter that splattered the insides of her mouth. After several long moments of relishing the flavor, she finally swallowed what was left. She could feel the alien sliding down her throat and into her stomach. The taste was overwhelmingly delicious.
"Mmmm, tastes like alien shrimp," she said to herself.
"SHIP WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN T-MINUS THREE MINUTES!" The ship was shaking violently as flames erupted throughout. Susan knew her friends were still trapped and would be vaporized if not freed.
The wreckage of the gigantic space vessel was littered over a large stretch of land in varying degrees of density. The fires and smoke were burning fiercely, the incredible heat melting the metal into slag with comparative ease. Ironically, the fact that the burning pieces had come crashing down to earth from a considerably great height was in fact a good thing. The impact of the debris caused the flaming metal to get partially buried in the soft farm soils and smothered a considerable portion of the fires, thus preventing the outbreak of a sudden wildfire.
But Ginormica wasn't concerned with the fires or wreckage or even the incredible heat. Besides having some rather bizarre size-changing properties, her new alien skintight jumpsuit afforded her excellent resistance to the heat. This is what allowed her to walk amongst the wreckage while her monster friends could not. Following the return of the General Monger and the unexpected resurrection of 'Butterflysaurus', the Monsters had set down as close to the debris as they could. General Monger was worried about alien survivors and global security and whatnot. Given her unique stature, power, and resistances, Ginormica had been chosen for the mission. Now here she stood, in the midst of what almost looked like a ruined city and graveyard mixed together, smoke rising all around her, limiting her vision and hiding her from outside observation.
So far, all she had found was fire, metal, burning wreckage, various sized craters of burning wreckage, and yet more burning wreckage. She was starting to think that Monger was simply being paranoid, nothing could've survived that monstrous explosion that ripped this space vessel apart. Privately, she was…hopeful there were survivors.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, she lightly kicked a random piece of debris that was in front of her. It flew haphazardly away like it'd been struck by a rocket, slamming into a much larger piece of burning debris that looked somewhat like one of those giant robots she'd fought earlier in San Francisco. What she didn't expect was for a portion of that wreckage to get dislodged from the impact and open up, revealing multiple tentacled bodies. Moving forward quickly as she caught movement within, she crouched down and peered inside. It must've been some kind of emergency escape vessel because she could see over three dozen Gallaxhar clones inside it.
"GAH! SHE FOUND US!" a cry went out instantly. Several laser bolts were quickly fired at her from the few weapons the clones had managed to bring with them, but they only poked into and bounced off her skin, little better than mosquito stings to her even as she instantly yanked her face away. But her retreat was what they wanted as the first dozen or so clones were fast to flee the escape vessel and try to make a break for it outside. But Ginormica was too fast.
With a malicious glee, she jumped up and landed heavily upon a pair of clones who were close to one another, crushing them beneath her feet. To her, the feel of their breaking bones were like stepping on potato chips, their smashed and liquidated organs and blood popping and spraying like grapes. Their blue alien blood erupted around her feet and slightly splattered her jumpsuit's shoes, though it was unnoticeable due to the similar colors. A giggle bubbled out of her mouth as she turned and started stomping around, crushing every alien clone she spotted.
After a short while, they grew wise and tried hiding on her. Ducking under bits of wreckage, hiding behind walls of flame, doing everything possible to stay out of her vision. But she was faster and quite a bit more clever than them, easily lifting up impossibly heavy debris to find them. Sometimes she crushed them under foot or with the debris she lifted up. Sometimes, she'd pick them up and toss them high into the air, letting them fall back to the ground and their awaiting deaths.
This feeling of being in total control of them. It was a sense of power that she'd never felt before. And it was simply exhilarating for her.
But the two things she enjoyed most was when she found an especially large group of them crowded into a cylindrical piece of metal. Though they were fighting their weapons at her until they lost power, she proceeded to walk right up to them, turn around, and took a seat, smashing most of them under her ginormous but excellently shaped ass. Of course, several of them were smart enough to break and run when she turned her ass to them. However, the only escape option was forward, between her legs where it was exceedingly easy for her to catch them.
Holding the seven of them by their tentacle feet upside in one hand, she idly selected one and brought it to her face. None of the clones really knew what to expect from her or what she was doing, so they all kinda watched in pained silence. Taking her captive, she lightly tossed him into the air and caught him in her outstretched tongue and mouth. As quickly as she could, she cajoled its frantically struggling form to the back of her mouth and swallowed, sucking the clone down her throat. The other six captives watched in fascinated horror as one of their own became a large bulge traveling down her neck before disappearing into her chest. They knew exactly when that clone reached her stomach as Ginormica lightly placed her hand upon her abdomen and let out a contented sigh.
The realization that such a fate was to be their own as well hit the clones with sudden and terrifying finality. They began panicking and struggling, trying to break free of her grip by whatever means was possible before she did the same to them. Their struggles intensified as one more was taken from them, his many tentacles grasping upon the corners of her mouth and teeth to keep from being eaten. But it was not to be as she simply closed her mouth and used powerful suction to pull him backwards into her throat and swallow him.
The next one taken suffered a far more horrifically visible, but arguably had a more merciful death than its prior comrades. Ginormica had grasped his body in her large hand, locking his limbs in place, before sticking part of his large head into her mouth and simply breaking it off, leaving him with a bloody stump for a brain. She clearly relished the flavor of his flesh and brains though as she chewed, crushing his skull with all the ease of cracking sunflower seeds. After a moment, she popped the rest of the corpse into her mouth. Her massive tongue sloshed the bloody mess around her mouth, staining it a vibrant blue that stood in stark contrast to her normal dark red flesh.
Popping two more inside her bloodstained mouth, her cheeks bloomed outwards as they filled her up inside, each clawing and scrambling to find the exit. After a few moments of enjoying their squirming, she finally angled them to the back of her mouth with her tongue and swallowed, one after another. Breathing out another sigh of deep enjoyment, she lightly laid her free hand upon her slightly bulging and visibly moving stomach. She could feel the clones' movement inside her stomach just as easily as she could Derek's. But this time it was far more pronounced. With several of them inside and scrambling around, banging into one another blindly, hitting her stomach walls in a desperate attempt at giving her indigestion; it was an absolutely divine feeling to her. She was relishing every second of it!
Looking down at the last two clones, she saw that they'd fallen slack in her grip. Though the panic and despair was clearly still there, exhaustion had set in and forced them to accept their inevitable fates. But as she was looking at them, a pair of new ideas hit her.
Reaching down to her crotch, she lightly touched herself. Carefully running a slender finger across her giant crotch, she shivered at the ecstatic feeling it gave her and drew back a drenched finger. Provocatively licking her salty juices off her finger, she gave her last two victims a mischievous wink. Tearing a relatively small hole down there between her legs was a simple task for Quantonium-strengthened fingers. Taking one of the clones, she carefully maneuvered the struggling alien's head through the hole and then angled upwards.
Using his large, bulbous head, she lightly touched, poked, and rubbed her drenched pussy lips with great anticipation. Positioning him just right, she started pushing him inwards. Consciously forcing herself not to clamp her powerful vagina muscles down upon the alien too tightly, she used her finger to poke, push, and prod him inside of herself as gently as she possibly could. It was an uphill battle because not only did she dearly want to literally squeeze the life out of him, but his own struggles returned as he apparently caught his second wind. While he couldn't move his head too much, he had much more freedom with his tentacles, which he used to grab at everything within his reach.
Sadly for him, once she managed to push him far enough inside, all he could grab was a slimy wall of flesh that had absolutely zero handholds for him to hold onto and pull himself out with. He was well and truly stuck, encased by the fleshy prison of her pussy, which was driving her up to unknown levels of great ecstasy and causing her to constantly moan in pleasure as her juices started leaking out even more.
Looking down at her last captive, she considered her options with him. While she'd originally intended to stuff him up her ass, the newfound pleasure she was experiencing within her pussy was already pushing the limits of her self-control. Could she really withstand pushing him up her ass while at the same time having the other one in her pussy? The last thing she wanted to do was to clean another bloody mess out of her vagina because of a moment of no self-control! It was this moment of doubt that caused her to make her choice. She stuffed the last clone inside her mouth and started sucking on him, using him as a piece of hard candy that she was in no hurry of eating. She merely savored his exotic flavor to the fullest as the struggles in her pussy and stomach began to wane. Then, with one final swallow, she ate the last clone.
Moaning in pleasure as her hand lovingly caressed her meat-filled abdomen, Ginormica managed to utter out, "I'm really starting to love being a monster." Then a devious smile crossed her face as she finally stood up, her jumpsuit's ass covered in drying and crusting blue blood, shattered bone fragments, and organ parts. "Who can I eat next?!"