The Succubi Dungeon Chapter 21: Emiru's Tummy, a X-overs + Cartoon X-overs Crossover fanfic

Title: Emiru's Tummy

Categories: Original

Characters: You (Male Reader), Emiru

Tags: Shrinking (Micro - 1in), Giantess, Vore, Femdom, Mouth Play, Digestion, Tentacles, Asian-German Girl, Cruel Giantess, Cosplay, Belly Dance, Melting, Mind Breaking

Proof Reader: MyIceBitch

Alternate Titles: Emiru's Snack, Emiru's Special Little Fan, The Contest Winner, Goddess Emiru, Yummy in Emiru's Tummy

Started: 03/06/2024

Finished: 07/07/2024

Published: 07/08/2024

Chapter 1

Meeting Your Idol

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood in front of the white door. After following her journey behind a computer screen for years, you were finally about to meet her.

You couldn't believe it when you got the automated email a week ago. Emiru had set up a little lottery for a chance to win an entire day with her. All you had to do was like and comment on the video. You just did it. You didn't even think you might win; you just liked her content and always commented on her videos. But one morning, you checked your email while trying to wake up, and there it was.

Congratulations! You are lucky commenter number 030198! You have the opportunity to spend an entire day with your favourite cosplaying YouTuber, Emiru!

It was a dream come true. You had actually won. Against all the odds. And now here you were, mere seconds from meeting your crush. Your heart trembled in your chest. You couldn't even muster the will to lift your fist to knock on the door on the off chance that this was some big mistake or a prank and you weren't really about to meet your idol.

It was just too good to be true.

'It's okay; don't be silly,' you mentally told yourself, slipping your hand into your pant pocket and taking out your phone. Swiping the screen up, you pulled up the email for perhaps the dozenth time that day. You were at the right location, at the right time, and the date was correct. But still, doubt lingered in your mind. It was just too good to be true.

Click

You nearly leapt out of your skin as the door clicked and began to open.

What would you say? What if it was the wrong house? What if the date was wrong? What if it was a prank?! What if it isn't?! What if you made a fool of yourself?! What if she thought you were a pervert!?

The door opened.

A brilliant, pearly white smile greeted you.

She was even cuter in person than in her videos! Her soft oriental cheeks stretched with the most adorable smile you'd ever seen. She was shorter in real life, so petite and cuuuuute. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassed warmth when you noticed what she was wearing: a low-cut white shirt with an adorable bunny over a strawberry-shaped heart over her petite breasts that showed off her flat, toned tummy and a pair of short denim shorts. Her legs looked so smooth and soft, just like her tummy.

You swallowed dryly when you saw her smooth, flat tummy. She was even more beautiful in person like a short, little oriental goddess made flesh.

Even her little nose was cute!

Nervous embarrassment trickled through your body as you felt the familiar sensations of your cock hardening in your pants. She was so close. Just inches from you, you could reach out and touch her. No, that would be bad and … creepy. Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy.

Do. Not. Be. A. Creep.

Do. Not. Fuck. Up.

Emiru opened the door wide, fully stepping out into the front yard. She was so small, so cute; she probably weighed next to nothing, and there was no doubt in your mind that you could pick her up in your arms and hold her close.

"You must be my lucky fan," Emiru said. Her voice was so light and cheery that it made your knees melt.

Your voice caught in your throat. She was talking to you!

Forcing your throat to work, you swallowed hard.

"I … err, yeah … I just can't believe it's you…" you gushed, 'Oh god, you sound like an idiot!'

"Aww, aren't you sweet," Emiru said without missing a beat, her smile never faltering even as you weeb out over her - and yet somehow that made you feel even more freakish about how you acted. She was so at ease, and here you were, a complete mess.

You were such an idiot.

You pinched your lips together, not daring to take the risk of saying something else stupid and ending up digging yourself an even deeper hole.

Emiru stepped to the side, fully opening the door and giving you the first look at your idol's dwelling. Even from the outside, it was clearly very homey and lived in, but not untidy; it just had … life to it.

"Come on, you can say hello to my lovely fans," Emiru said cheerfully, turning to lead the way inside before your throat could even flex to try to say something else stupid in a poor disguise of a request for information. But still, you couldn't stop your eyes from dropping to sneak a peek of her ass in those tight denim shorts as she walked. It shook lightly with every step she took as though it were whispering at you to give it a feel with every subtle shift of her bubble cheeks. Your pants were getting very tight as your rapidly hardening cock strained for release.

'Please don't notice, please don't…' you mentally pray as you follow the cosplayer inside; your legs felt awkward the second you were inside, overly stiff and shaking as though you'd never actually used them before.

Why did you have to be so nervous? You were just meeting your idol, right? She's a person like everyone else, just like everyone else, even if she is cute, bubbly, sexy and … no, no, that is not a good train to follow. You needed your bulge to go down, not try to bust its way out.

Then, the smell entered your nostrils. Her home smelled just like you always imagined, so soft and feminine, so welcoming and warm. What would her bedroom smell like? No, don't go there, do not go there.

Emiru led you through her home. It was very cosy. Every room was clean yet lived in. You could tell she was very mature and put together and that she took pride in her living space. It didn't even look like she'd cleaned specially for your arrival; it was just that it was usually like this.

You followed her closely, but not too closely, making your steps awkwardly long or short as you tried not to get too close and creep her out or trail too far behind and draw more attention to yourself. Why was this so difficult?

Then she started climbing up a set of stairs, and you found yourself at eye level with her cute, little bubble butt, tightly packed in its denim bodice. Emiru peeked over her shoulder, and you felt your cheeks burn red as you quickly - and very obviously - looked away from her butt.

'She's going to think you're a creep!' a voice scolded you in your head, even though you knew it was an accident - this time. But still…

"Just in here," Emiru said, and when you looked back, you were surprised to see she was already at the top of the stairs, standing to the left as though she were about to go into a room. Maybe it was her study or something? Like an office? Maybe.

You rounded the top of the stairs, following your idol through a narrow doorway into a room you had seen several times in Emiru's streams. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you took in the sexy furry posters on the wall, the mountain of soft, pink plushies, and the homely, obviously slept-in bed.

You were in her bedroom!

Your thoughts ground to a halt as your brain all but short-circuited. You couldn't think of anything as you tried to process the simple fact that you were in Emiru's bedroom. Just you and her. Alone. In her bedroom.

Emiru was leaning over her desk, looking over three large monitors. Her lowcut white top rode further up her back, making it very difficult not to stare at her cute little butt again.

"And I'm back, guys. Did you miss me?" Emiru all but yelled cheerfully at the camera she must have set up before she let you in. The chat in the bottom right of the screen rolled with dozens of replies, but your brain wouldn't work enough to even process the shapes of the words - or the emoticons.

'Don't look at her butt. Don't look at her butt. You're on camera. In her bedroom! Don't look at her butt.'

Even your own thoughts felt hollow, as if the words lacked meaning. A near emotionless mantra. It was all you could do to just stand in the middle of her bedroom awkwardly.

Emiru's arm swung back suddenly, gesturing at you. A hot ball formed in your throat.

"And heeeere is our lucky contest winner!" Emiru cheered. Her voice was so upbeat and full of life. The chat picked up its speed again, and line upon line of comments streamed up the side of the screen, dozens of emojis winking at the cute oriental streamer.

Your legs began to shake nervously, and your mouth opened on its own, but no sound would appear, whether you wanted it to or not. In the end, all you could do was raise a hand and weakly wave at the camera, watching your blurry reflection on the monitor follow suit.

"Aww isn't he cute? Anyway, I'll be signing off for now, guys, but don't be sad. I'll be back tomorrow! But for now, it's time for my guest and me to start hanging out. He did win a full day with little ol' me, after all!" and with that final declaration, Emiru ended her stream, her shoulders visibly drooping as she relaxed her posture and let out a calming breath.

She'd called you cute!

Or maybe she only said it because you were so awkward and camera-shy…

You found yourself looking in the general direction of her bed as thoughts of self-doubt circled your mind, with the fears of making your idol think you were some low-life disgusting creep.

'Don't look at her bed. Don't look at her bed.' You internally screamed at yourself as Emiru looked over her shoulder at you and started to turn. She was so cuuute!

"So, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, turning to face you fully and resting back on her desk. She looked somehow even cuter acting casual like that.

"Err s-soda or waters fine," you answer, feeling like your cheeks would be set ablaze at any moment.

"Okay, make yourself comfortable, cutie," Emiru said. You were certain your heart skipped a beat. She proceeded to casually saunter past you and out of her room, closing the door behind her.

She had said you were cute!

You felt your bulge twitch insistently against your pants and swallowed dryly.

'She's just been friendly, don't be a creep and overthink,' you chastised yourself as you looked around the room. It was too awkward to stay standing and the only seating was the swivel chair in front of Emiru's desk, the floor, or her bed.

You swallowed again before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. It would be way too weird to sit on the floor, and it felt kind of … wrong to sit in her streaming chair. You sunk into the sheets, her bed was so soft, like a giant marshmallow.

Your heart was pounding a mile a minute.

It was hard not to think about being on Emiru's bed. Where she slept and where she…

Creeeak

You visibly jolted atop the bed, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as Emiru stepped back into the room, holding two glasses.

"Two sodas," Emiru said, smiling warmly as she handed you one of the beverages. Your hand lightly shook as you took it, and you found yourself taking an immediate sip in an attempt to ignore the awkwardness of your obvious nerves at meeting your idol—and being in her bedroom, on her bed.

The adorable streamer sat atop her desk chair and swivelled to face you. Your face felt so hot that you found yourself looking away, but that only made you feel more embarrassed. With some effort, you forced yourself to look back at her. Her blue eyes were so bright and deep. You looked down and were reminded of how much her outfit showed off as you eyed her sexy, flat tummy.

Again you forced your eyes to move and settled for alternating between Emiru's left cheek and the space above her right shoulder.

Emiru led you through some small talk. It was obvious that she could tell you were anxious and wanted to help - which only made you feel more awkward and freakish. You were just talking about nothing, and you were all but trembling on her bed.

It didn't take long for your drink to empty with the numerous sips you took.

A feeling of light-headedness rapidly took over you, an explosion of dizzying fatigue clasped the front of your mind, and before you even realised it, you were falling back onto Emiru's bed, unconscious.

Emiru smiled as she watched you fall back onto her bed. Her little concoction had worked faster than expected, probably because you were so nervous. Your heart beating so fast must have spread the potion faster.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, as she sipped her soda and watched you visibly shrink into your clothes. The clothing became loose-fitting, then baggy, as your arms retracted into your shirt, and your socks dropped limply to the floor. Your pant legs deflated as you got smaller and smaller.

"Smaller and smaller, cuter and cuter," Emiru giggled as you disappeared into your shirt, your pants only remaining on the bed through the placement of your waistband.

Emiru hummed as she wheeled closer to the bed, kicking your socks out of the way with her bare foot. She slid her hand into the bottom of your shirt. It took a moment of blind searching before she felt your tiny, warm lump of a body, and she carefully closed her fist around you. She didn't want to squish you by accident. After all, she still had promised you a full day with her, and she was planning to give you a very full one. She fished you out of the shirt and held you close to her chest as she turned back to her desk and wheeled over.

Slowly and overly carefully, Emiru moved her closed fist to her desk and placed your tiny form atop it. Her adorable smile grew as she withdrew her hand and stared down at your bug-sized form. You were now no more than one inch in height and as naked as the day you were born, sleeping soundly on her desk. However, even at your puny size, she could easily see the tiny pinprick sticking out of your pelvis.

She really had got you all hot and bothered; Emiru fought the urge to poke your widdle erection. It would be so much more fun to play with you when you woke up.

Emiru then set about setting up her recording equipment and making sure everything was ready for when her snack-sized fan woke up for her - and that she'd keep herself busy before she ended up giving into temptation and gobbling you up early, her hunger and curiosity working hand in hand, making you look like a little exotic white chocolate waiting to be tossed into her waiting mouth.

Chapter 2

Emiru's Snack-Sized Fan

Your head swirled as you were gradually pulled back to consciousness; you could almost feel the world spinning, making you queasy and disorientated.

'Ughh … what the hell did I drink last night?' you mentally groaned, lifting your hand to pinch the bridge of your nose as you tried to remember what had happened the night before.

You remembered winning the competition … and meeting Emiru … she said something about a drink … but the rest was a blank.

The world slowly stopped spinning.

Your head was still fuzzy, your thoughts struggling to stir and start your train of thought.

Fear began to build in your stomach as you worried you had proceeded to get blackout drunk in front of Emiru. What had you done?!

You jolted upright, your head attempting to implode at the sudden abrupt motion as the taste of vomit burned the back of your throat.

What the hell did you drink last night!?

You forced your eyes to open only to immediately shut them as they were met with a blinding white light. Your head swam with fresh, pulsating agony. Why was it so bright? Had you passed out in front of the window or something?

"Finally awake sleepy butt?" a loud, soft voice echoed around you, making you flinch.

Turning from the blinding light, or where you assumed the light was coming from, again, you forced your eyes to open as you struggled to place that voice.

Everything was blurry at first, but soon, reality sharpened, and you found yourself staring at a colossal screen that would make a cinema screen look like the TV in your old bedroom. It took a moment for you to process what was on the screen; it was you, naked!

Your head snapped down, and your hands snapped to cover your exposed member; looking back at the screen, your digital reflection had followed your movements; it was a live recording. Then, the blood drained out of your face when you saw what was quickly moving towards your mirror image, what looked like a tanned giant hand. Terror squeezed your heart, and you scrambled to your feet, nearly falling back over in your haste.

Your feet slapped against the white surface you stood on. With eyes still glued on the screen and the giant hand moving towards you, you began to run, forgetting all about preserving your modesty.

The hand altered its course to continue following you.

"Shit," you gasped through gritted teeth as you began to run, your limbs rapidly burning hot while sheer terror threatened to crush the life out of your heart.

Smack

Your bare soles vibrated, quickly turning numb, your arms pumping, threatening to fall off in protest and stitches beginning to spike in your side and chest.

The hand was getting closer and closer.

A dark shadow washed over your body.

It was right above you!

In a last spark of madness, you dived to the left, your shoulder crashing into the hard ground as you slid out from under the foreboding shadow.

THUD

The ground rattled under your prone form.

Looking back, your eyes widened as you saw the giant hand several yards behind you, where you had just been. It was big and … feminine? Slowly you moved from the giant hand to the colossal wrist and up a slender arm that was thicker than any tree you'd ever seen - including in movies - it reached high above you, possibly several miles before it bridged your position. You continued to follow the arm until you found its shoulder, which was soon followed by a beautiful face that dwarfed the Rushmore presidents easily. But even with the grossly increased proportions, you recognised the beautiful face of your idol and crush all too well.

Emiru was staring down on you with a sly, almost seductive smirk, a giantess … no, a goddess. Her giant eyes glinting with … mischief?

Your tiny body trembled in her imposing presence.

"Oh … my…"

"You're so cute," Emiru cooed, powerful scraping punctuating her words, looking back, you saw her giant fist curl in on itself, its perfectly manicured nails scratching the white surface casually, the sound and effortless force making you shiver.

If you thought she had looked beautiful before, now she was beyond perfection. Her face had to be thousands of miles tall and wide, yet her cheeks still looked soft and adorable, her lips still so kissable. Her head tilted to one side, a movement atop her head compelling your eyes to rise, she was now wearing a pair of titanous pale and gold-furred feline ears, and her deep blue eyes were now a bright crimson, adorned with a pair of red devil contacts which further enhanced her exotic beauty.

"You took longer to wake up than the others. I was starting to worry I'd made a mistake when I mixed my little potion up for you," Emiru purred softly, and you felt your member swell when you saw a fake fang peaking out behind her captivating lips. "So while I waited for you to wake up, I thought I'd dress up for the recording and give you a little show," the Asian Germanic goddess continued before abruptly standing up, her face lifting high into the sky and her flat tummy flew past you before you even had the chance to admire its beauty at your new size, and was replaced by her bikini-clad crotch.

Your mouth fell open as you tilted your head back to look up at your goddess. The waistband of her bikini bottoms stretched several feet above your head, her toned stomach stretched far out of your reach. It looked so soft, and you wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her tummy. You could probably fit in her belly button - your cock throbbed insistently, forcibly reminding you of the small face that you were still, Naked!

Looking down, startled, your hands moved to cover your erect cock, and push it up against your stomach. It pulsated against your hands, rapidly warming them with its clammy touch and making your cheeks burn.

A thunderous, amused giggle forced your attention back up at the divine giant, her false demonic eyes peering over the mountain range of her breasts. You were probably smaller than her nipple!

"I'm happy to see you approve of my choice in outfit," the E-girl goddess laughed, the melodic thunder making your legs jelly.

Abruptly Emiru leaned forward over the desk, her shadow eclipsing you and causing you to stumble back as her mountainous breasts and planet-sized face came close to you. Her cool breath washed over you like a powerful gust, throwing you back and tumbling over the desk before landing with a thud on your ass.

The scent of spearmint gum and soda washed over you in humid gusts as every minute breath Emiru took threatened to send you flying away like a gnat on a blustery day. Her nostrils lightly contracted with every inhale as if threatening to suck you inside should you dare to get too close, her lips parted just enough to continue the constant effortless gusts. She was a force of nature.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to blow you away like that," Emiru giggled, lifting her perfectly manicured to her mouth.

"I-It's ok," you stammer, feeling even smaller than you did before, you were like an insect to this goddess. Another throb of your cock forced your hands back to your crotch after having been knocked away in the fallout of Emiru's breath.

"Oh, you're so cute," Emiru gushed, and the ground shook beneath you as she let her giant breasts rest atop the desk, the soft, pliable flesh warping beneath her weight and opening tiny gaps that you would do anything to climb into, just the thought of being in with her huge breasts, pressed on by their warm flesh and made to inhale the air permutated with her tit sweat … you consciously brought your legs together, you'd never been so turned on in your life - and it didn't help that the way Emiru smiled down at you, showed off her false fangs.

"So, are you ready to, spend a day with me?" Emiru purred, the nails of her other hand scraping - scratching against the ground in a very feline manner that made all the tiny hears on your body stand on end.

You swallow, your throat had never felt so dry in your life, and nod.

Emiru's cute smile grew, becoming almost predatory as she showed off both her fangs.

Scrrrraaaaattttchhh

The goddess's hand lifted off the desk until only her pointer and middle finger stretched to touch the surface before beginning to walk towards you.

"Since you're my lucky contest winner, you're going to get the chance to explore every inch of my body," Emiru purred seductively, her other hand leaving her face to stroke the length of her body, while the power and proximity of her voice caused your bones to rattle and your cock to painfully throb in a vain attempt to lead you, pelvis first, to the goddess's slender fingers.

You were frozen in place, shivering as her fingers walked closer and closer, even her nails were taller than you.

"And once you've had the chance to … appreciate my body, you'll have the opportunity to … add to it," Emiru said sensually, her tongue briefly popping into view as she wet where her lips met.

Your heart dropped as the words registered in your mind.

"Wh-What?" you asked, leaning back as your legs refused to obey your frantic commands as a mixture of terror and arousal seized your body.

"Mmhmm, and don't forget to smile for the camera," her demonic eyes flicked towards the monitors, and her cheeks flushed a light pink, "it's for my … personal collection," she continued, briefly averting her gaze.

You seized your opportunity, jumping to your feet - and nearly falling flat on your face - you turned and again began sprinting for your life from the giant hand of your idol. Which was very difficult as your still erect penis threw off your strides and made you worry about self-injury as it jumped up and down and side to side with every stride you took.

You really missed your clothes at that moment.

"Oh, you are a fast one," Emiru giggled. You both heard and felt her fingers taking insistent steps as they continued after you. She wasn't even going to chase after you properly; she was just going to leisurely follow you with her oak-sized fingers.

Thunk

The ground shook beneath your feet with every step her fingers took.

Your heart tried to burst from your chest with every beat as it pumped ice through your veins. Pain surged through you, making your legs straighten mid-stride as your erection was caught in your stride, threatening to snap it in two.

You winced as your straightened leg bounced off the floor, making you stumble, your balance shifting erratically as you tried not to keep running and not fall over.

"Ooh, careful cutie, you nearly fell over that time," Emiru giggled. Even though you were terrified and running for your life, the sound of her laughter made your heart flutter.

Looking forward, you cursed and slowed your speed, nearly falling forward as you came to a stop at the edge of the desk. The blood drained from your face, eyes bulging, when you saw her tanned palm waiting for you, just one fall away.

Thunk

Her other hand was getting closer. Turning on your heel, you set off sprinting in the opposite direction, narrowly rounding past the slender oaks. She could have easily snatched you up, but she didn't, and you quickly gained a few inches of distance as you ran under the shadow of her impossibly large arm.

It was like the world itself was trying to capture you.

SQUEEEAAK

The desk chair screamed, and the shadow whipped out from under you as the giantess altered her position to continue the chase.

Your legs quickly grew stiff, your arms heavy, and your chest tight. It was getting hard to breathe. You weren't used to running flat out for so long, if at all. You hadn't run like this since you were in grade school.

Thunk

Your pace was slowing. The desk stretched for miles before you like a black desert.

Thunk

Sweat drizzled down your face. Everything felt hot and stiff. You couldn't breathe. Your legs buckled, and one second, you were run- stumbling for freedom, and the next, your knees were crashing into the polished surface, sending a dull pain blooming into your knees.

Thunk

The ground behind you shook as your idol's fingers came to a sudden stop. They were right behind you. You needed to get up. You needed to run. Your body refused to obey.

A soft, meaty vice pinched your feet together. The grip was firm, but the only pain was from your ankles smacking into one another. Then the titan's fingers began to lift you, pulling your legs into the air, and gravity pulled your chest to the floor. Dull pain sank into your head as your chest lifted and your cheek slammed into the ground.

"Aww, you all tuckered out cutie?" Emiru cooed as she slowly lifted you into the air, blood rushed to your head dizzyingly, the world swirled around you, and you just let your arms dangle.

You were less than a toy, weaker than a bug, as you hung from her fingers. You'd never felt so powerless in your life, and for some reason, a part of you fucking loved it!

Emiru slowly moved to dangle you in front of her face, and you dimly recalled the scene in The Lion King when Scar dangled the poor mouse above his mouth. She could easily just tilt her head back and drop you into her mouth. One gulp, and you'd be gone. Nothing but a bulge in her throat that would quickly vanish behind her chest. The realisation both terrified and thrilled you.

"Aww, you're all sweaty," Emiru said softly as she moved you closer to her face. Her lips were so big, and there were cute little wrinkles, each bigger than your whole body. Her mouth opened, and a tongue larger than a truck lashed out with the speed of a viper and dragged itself over your body, making you gasp sharply. It was so hot and wet. Your cock throbbed painfully in your shorts, desperate for release. "Mmm, and salty," she added, savouring your flavour.

You abruptly felt cold - and very sticky. Her spit was so thick that it felt like glue, trying to seal you into a slimy cocoon. On instinct, you wet your lips, filling your mouth with the giantess's taste. It was pleasant and made your cock throb - it didn't help that the rapidly cooling spit was causing it to throb.

"You're certainly a fast little snack," the giantess teased, and you started to tremble. "But, before I … gobble you up, I think you deserve to enjoy what you're going to be adding to," she said, moving you back away from her mouth.

Your body didn't stop quivering.

The wind whipped around your dangling naked body as the exotic giantess moved you down and around her perfect body, her scantily clad ass rapidly coming into view.

Light glistened across exotic, soft, ass flesh that threatened to consume the black bikini bottoms hugging it, slightly warping the flesh. To your reduced stature, the giantess's ass was larger than you imagined most mountains, maybe even all mountains.

Would she even feel you if she dropped you into her canyoness crack? You didn't think so. Your head was starting to pound as blood continued to rush to your head.

Her hand drew you closer and closer. Wind pricked your eyes, and your head swung in the abrupt motion as Emiru brought you to her ass.

You'd often fantasized about how her cheeks would feel cupped in your hand. You'd dreamt about pressing your face into her cheeks, of her using your face for a cushion as she streamed.

Your body slapped against your her ass cheek. It was so warm and barely sunk beneath your weight. You shivered as Emiru proceeded to drag you from the bottom of her ass, over the taut fabric of her bikini bottoms, and over the shadowed flesh of her ass crack - you felt your stomach drop as you briefly sunk into the crack. It was like her ass was going to swallow you whole. As quickly as your stomach dropped, you were flying from her giant ass.

"Soon, part of you will be added to my big, perfect ass cutie. Maybe you'll even help me get more viewers," Emiru teased.

SLAP

Your ears rang as the thunderous sound of flesh on flesh cracked the air around you, your vision blurring, and you dimly saw Emiru's ass flesh ripple.

By the time your head stopped ringing, you were in front of her crotch. It was so big. Her cameltoe grinned at you. The scent of her sex seeped through the black fabric, a fog of musk that made your legs weak.

She moved you closer until you felt the sensation of cool and warm fabric, the heat of her pussy permutating the fabric. Your tiny cock strained, trying to pull you inside the cavernous snatch behind the spandex curtain, your hips vibrating with a nervous tension separate from the terrified shivering of your body.

GURGLE

Your blood returned to ice.

Emiru giggled miles above you as she slowly dragged you up the length of her crotch. You could easily feel the ridges and dip of her pussy, but were unable to enjoy it.

GURGLE

"Mmm, my tummy wants my little snacky," Emiru giggled.

SLAP

You saw the flat, tanned flesh of her pelvis ripple as her unseen hand tapped her … vocal stomach.

"And, I saw you sneaking peaks at my little tummy earlier. I bet you can't wait to get inside it, can you?" Emiru asked as she lifted you higher, dangling you in front of her toned stomach. Her belly button smiled at you, you could easily fit inside it, hell if she spat in it, you could go swimming in it.

It struck you just how clean it was. As the aroma of the giantess's sex dissolved into a bitter-sweet memory, the smell of cherry-scented soap and body wash began to freshen the air. Emiru was really hygienic.

"Mmm, you're so small," Emiru purred as she proceeded to push you into her tummy, letting your head push into her belly button as her flat stomach dipped beneath your shape.

She was so soft, so warm.

"You could fit in my little belly button with room to spare," Emiru said, starting to sway her hips from side to the other as though she was performing a sensual dance for a lover.

Even in the dim light, her cavernous belly button was void of lint, though if there was any, you were certain it would dwarf you.

"Why don't you give it a kiss," Emiru said teasingly.

'Kiss it?' your dick groaned in a mix of pain and ecstasy as it tried to press into the hard, supple flesh of your idol's tummy.

GURGLE

Your sphincter tightened, and you set about your task of showering the wrinkled walls of Emiru's belly button as though your life depended on it. Anything to avoid being tossed in her mouth like a piece of candy. How does even the inside of her tummy button smell so fresh? You could even taste the memory of body wash lining the walls.

The world around you violently shook. Warm fleshy walls flexed, smashing into your face, trying to imprint their wrinkles into your face. Your body was pulled minutely from her hand as the fleshy earthquake tried to feed you to Emiru's belly button.

"Mmm, that tickles," Emiru giggled.

GURGLE

Your tiny body shook with Emiru's stomach's voice. You began to alternate between kissing and licking the dark wrinkles, filling your mouth with her overly clean flavour.

"Mmm, your tiny kisses feel so nice, it's almost a shame to gobble you up, although … I wonder how your kisses will feel on the inside," Emiru purred.

You were abruptly aware of the giant fingers still pinning the bottom of your legs against her perfectly smooth stomach, your kisses briefly faltering.

GURGLE

Hurriedly, you resumed worshipping her belly button. The fleshy cave was incredible. If it weren't for the fact your idol was planning to gulp you down like a piece of candy, you'd probably love it in there. It was dark, warm, and small but with enough room to move, and she smelled amazing - not to mention you always had a fascination with her adorable tummy. You could stay in there for hours.

GURGLE

Fear spiked in your stomach, tightening your sphincter to the point that you flinched away from the wall, only for your tiny body to slap back against it as Emiru continued to hold you in place. The spongy walls punched your face. You resumed your worshipping and started even sucking on small mouthfuls of the dark flesh, anything to make your idol decide to keep you. Better a pet or a slave than a snack, even if the thought made your cock throb as it tried to fuck her wrinkles.

"Mmm, that feels nice … you worshipping me like this … when you're so small … it makes me … makes me feel powerful," Emiru moaned, her free hand lifting to cup her breast, her legs quivering in orgasmic bliss.

You started sucking more forcefully. Hopefully, this would encourage her to keep you and not eat you - your cock throbbed, thrusting between the spongy wrinkles, fucking the giantess's belly pussy.

"Mmm, who would have thought something smaller than my belly button lint could make me feel so good," Emiru moaned, sensations of power surging through her body.

You sucked harder and began to gnaw the spongy flesh, now beyond slick with your saliva.

GURGLE

GURRRGLE

Your throat shivered, your stomach convulsing as you tried to all but swallow the tummy flesh, making your eyes water as you all but choked on it. Her soapy, fainty faulty flavour filling your mouth - she even tasted nice! How could one woman be so perfect?

GUUUURRRGGGLLEE

Fear surged back to the forefront of your mind, your stomach trying to crush itself as you were forcefully reminded of her giant stomach, eager to devour you.

"Mmm, I wish we could continue a bit longer, but I'm starving, and I think it's time for my tiny, little - salty - snack," Emiru sighed.

Terror gripped your heart, and you froze as you felt oak-sized fingers pinch your legs together.

"No … no, no, no, no," you gasped, your voice strangled in your throat as the powerful force at the idol's colossal fingertips lifted your legs away from her stomach, soon followed by your pelvis. Goose pimples freckled across your body as you were dragged up the walls of Emiru's belly button in one smooth motion. The moist patches you'd worshipped felt weirdly cold against your chest, shoulders, and then face as you left the relevant safety of the giantess's stomach.

Like a toy, you dangled limply in the air. Frozen in fear, your arms felt like lead weights as you were lifted higher and higher in the air. Your chest ached as your heart thundered to get out. Your legs felt unnaturally stiff as fear and arousal circulated through your body, making your treacherous member hard.

The beautiful smooth landscape of Emiru's stomach blossomed into mountains of flesh, barely restrained by the black tarp of her bikini. The almost pointed bump of her nipple was easily over three times your size. You were less than a bug to her.

The mountains parted to reveal the canyon that was her cleavage. You couldn't even enjoy the erotic sight before you were flying past her neck. You were picking up speed. You passed her soft chin, sensual lips, cute nose … it was like you were flying over the eighth wonder of the world.

You felt hot and cold as wind resistance dragged its claws over your body.

Body swaying like a captured goldfish, you were moved over Emiru's uptilted face.

Her eyes were lidded as she stared up at you with soft, hungry eyes. Your spine straightened unnaturally, fresh goose flesh coating your body as you stared up at your captor, and her mouth slowly opened, exposing her cavernous maw, her pearly white teeth glistening like jagged quartz surrounding the moist abyssal pit.

"Pl-Please n-no," you stammer, your voice faltering as Emiru let your body swing from side to side.

Her giant tongue stretched out and over her bottom lip, covering the length of her chin. The inner lining of her cheeks glistened with drool as her teeth cast terrifying shadows.

Emiru's perfect eyes glimmered with amusement. She was loving every second of this, making you feel somehow even smaller, weaker, more insignificant. You really were just a snack for your divine idol. The thought thrilled and terrified you, your tiny cock's throbs announcing its approval.

"Down the hatch," Emiru said, her words somewhat muffled as her tongue remained past her lips but still clear to your tiny ears.

The pressure on your ankles vanished.

You fell.

Tears welled in your eyes as the wind stabbed into them, blurring your vision as you plummeted towards the gaping, sensual maw of your beloved idol.

She was really going to eat you.

Images of her giant teeth crushing and pulverising your shrunken body filled your mind only to be replaced by the vision of you sliding whole down the pit that was the back of her throat, being squeezed by her esophagus, the air crushed out of your lungs as you vanished into the darkness.

Would she chew, or would she just swallow?

You didn't know which was worse.

Splat

You bounced atop her tongue, flopping and rolling deeper into her mouth and towards the back of her throat. Your tiny body slid over the slick surface, the tiny bumps of her tongue smacking every inch of your form as you drew closer and closer to the back of her throat.

Panicking, you threw out your arms, groping at every squishy, moist lump that you could reach. Your fists cried out in pain as they slipped shut atop one, then another, smashing your fingers into your palm. Until finally, you grabbed hold of a pair of lumps as your feet dangled over the gluttonous gaping abyss of Emiru's throat.

Your heart was going a mile a minute, and your chest burned as your arms spread wide, grasping to your last hope with a soggy, iron grip.

Abruptly, your legs sunk deeper into the back of Emiru's throat, and her mouth darkened as she slurped her tongue back into her mouth and allowed her lips to close.

"MMMM," your ears rang as she savoured your flavour, all but deafening you.

Chapter 3

Emiru's Sexy Tummy

It was almost pitch black in Emiru's mouth, and faint, deep red light filtered through her cheeks. The air was thick and hot, the scent of spearmint gum and soda burning your nostrils. It was like you were on a horror film set, except it was real.

Your heart thundered in your chest as your arms screamed at you to let go of the giantess's tongue, even though doing so would send you down the gluttonous abyss of your idol's gullet.

The moist muscle flexed, your slick legs flying into the air, soon followed by the rest of your body as Emiru threw you into the air.

"Ah!" you gasped as you slammed into the roof of her mouth, the hard wrinkles bruising your chest and legs. Before you even began to fall, the moist, pink serpent rose again and slapped you with enough force to make your head ring.

You could feel the bruise forming on your side.

SLAP

SPLAT

Drool scattered from your landing point as you bounced off Emiru's cheek. Fresh pain spiked in your leg as it grazed over one of her teeth, tearing a shallow gash open. Thick, warm water rapidly began to pool around you.

Emiru hummed as she savoured your salty flavour, her eyes glued to the monitor, still displaying your struggling, shrunken form. It was strange to see live footage of the inside of her mouth, but she was quickly adapting as she manoeuvered her tongue to toss you around like the morsel you were.

Your salty flavour was very pleasant to the cosplayer, and the added metallic spice from your leg made her taste buds sing.

"Youw tashte swo good," she moaned, barely opening her mouth, briefly casting artistic light across the footage of her mouth's interior.

You were mouthwatering.

Emiru's lips stretched in amusement as she watched your struggling form become buoyant in her drool.

You were so tasty.

The poor cosplayer just couldn't help herself.

Leg stinging and head ringing, you forced yourself to tread water before you drowned in your idol's spit. Abruptly, a strong current formed, dragging your bobbing form towards the back of her throat.

"No … no, no, no, no," your arms and legs flailed. Warm droplets of saliva flew into the air and splashed across your face, blurring your vision and forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut. The floor suddenly fell away, and the water felt deeper.

In a panic, you tried to wipe your eyes. You needed to see what was happening.

GULP

Tight, fleshy walls closed in around you. Drool drained past you as you began to descend the moist waterslide of death.

Emiru's smile broadened further as she swallowed you down, her fingers rising to trace the barely visible bulge you made in her throat as you slid down her gullet, the whole while her eyes glued to the monitor.

Your bulge vanished beneath her chest, and she opened her mouth for the camera, stretching her tongue as far as she could and giving the camera a brilliant shot of her throat.

"Mmm Mm Mmm, you were delicious, so salty," Emiru said, making a show of sucking the remains of your flavour off her fingers. She was going to love watching this back later. Her nipples were already standing at points, and her carnal lips were tingling in anticipation.

"A salty piece of candy."

You fell deeper and deeper. It was hard to breathe. Your body was slick with drool, or was it sweat, as Emiru's throat squeezed your tiny body.

PLOP

You landed on, or rather in, something very … mushy? The texture reminded you of wet sand at the beach but more … mushy. It was the only word your reduced brain could come up with. Slimy mush seeped between your toes and limbs. It made your skin crawl.

You had been deposited into her stomach.

It was hard to see as dim light filtered through your idol's flesh. It was so big it made ballrooms look like your boxroom back home. It boggled the mind to think her toned tummy was so … spacious, hammering home just how tiny you were now. Pinkish maroon walls surrounded you, an ocean of discoloured gastric juices sloshed this way and that, splattering against the moist walls as they tried to sink your unrecognisable island of salvation, the remains of long chewed food.

You were inside her stomach.

"Mmm, you tasted so good," echoed Emiru's voice. The room you were in trembled with the vibrations.

SLAM

The shimmering wall bulged outward, or was it inward? As the giantess patted her stomach. Even in the hellish predicament you found yourself in, you couldn't help but find the giant cosplayer adorable.

Your island bucked, threatening to throw you overboard as several large waves formed from the minor movement crashed into it.

Your mushy salvation began to tilt, and gastric juices poured in. The foul smell of digesting food tickled your nostrils as the mush started to steam and sizzle at the acidic touch.

Your legs began to tingle, then burn as the juices clawed at your flesh. A pained hiss forced its way between your teeth.

You needed to get out here before you got digested. Your cock throbbed with terrified arousal. You looked around frantically for an escape.

Your island was taking on water fast.

There was nothing to use. Not even any other islands you could jump to. Emiru's stomach was almost completely empty apart from this small morsel of food and you. Your heart dropped as you again were reminded that, now, you were her food, no different from the mushy sludge you clung to survival.

The burning was starting to bother you now.

In a burst of desperate madness, you leapt from the island and dived into the fuming gastric ocean. Immediately your entire body felt unnaturally numb, and irritating bubbles fizzed off your skin as it turned pink.

Thrusting your limbs out and kicking as hard as you could, you swam towards the glistening wall of her stomach. The only thought in your mind was that you needed to get out of there, now!

"Mmm, I can feel you moving around in there," Emiru's voice giggled, again causing her stomach to tremble with the vibrations and causing the gastric waves to grow more violent as they threatened to consume you.

Despite your size, you reached the wall within moments. Your arms and legs were searing now, and it felt like a dozen tiny, scolding knives had stabbed into your neck and were beginning to twist. You couldn't tell if your arm was red or if it was just an effect of the light as you stretched it out of the water and began to desperately slap the inner lining of your idol's tummy. Then you started to scream.

"Ooh," Emiru giggled, her eyes dropping to her flat stomach as she felt you tickling her tummy right behind her belly button. It was unexpected, and it felt rather nice. That tickles. If you wanted to play, you just needed to ask," she laughed, her eyes returning to the monitor showing your desperate struggles for survival. Your screams sounded oddly high-pitched due to your size, only making them more amusing and euphoric, the little giantess.

She'd never felt so powerful in her life, and she liked it, no, she loved it.

With a mischievous grin on her face, Emiru lifted her arms over her head, placed her feet apart and proceeded to make circles with her hips, which graduated into making her abdomen ripple and her tummy move in a wavelike motion before pushing her chest out and starting it all over again in reverse.

She felt your thrashing struggles tossed around inside her as she continued her belly dance. Even she had to admit, she looked fucking hot doing it and feeling you inside - and seeing you struggle - it didn't just look hot, it felt fucking amazing.

"Ahhhh!" the guttural scream tore out your throat as a gastric wave slammed you into the bulging, rippling wall of the giantess's stomach before carrying you away as the current reversed direction.

The island you'd landed on was gone, and the wave began to break.

Your head burned as squeezed your eyes shut. Everything burned. It was like thousands of hot needles were pricking every inch of your body. The hot, humid air worsened the pain with its kiss but that soon vanished to be replaced by more burning as the gastric wave smashed into an opposing one, the combined force sending you down, deep below the surface.

Fresh fear clawed your heart.

You couldn't tell which way was up or down. Your lungs started to burn with something other than the gastric juices you'd swallowed. How long could you stay under water? Were you really about to drown in Emiru's tummy?

A strong current whipped around you, pulling you further down.

It was too strong to fight, making you stretch your arms forward even as you tried to flail and swim free of the riptide.

"Gottcha," the muffled echo of Emiru's pleased voice reverberated around you.

You could practically hear the dark, aroused smirk on her perfect face.

Your arms touched something soft, fleshy and malleable. You didn't get a chance to process what you felt before you were slurped into the opening, the tight fleshy walls squeezing the little air left in your lungs as it devoured you.

This was it. You were nothing but food for Emiru.

'At least it's her,' was your only thought as you imagined the beautiful streamer and her flat tummy as you were pulled deeper and deeper.

Burrrrp

Emiru's eyes widened, her hand moving to cover her mouth as her cheeks tinged pink.

"Oops, excuse me," she said after a moment, her other hand cradling her tummy. She could feel her little snack being squeezed into her small intestines.

Chapter 4

Melting In Your Idol

Your chest inflated as you took in the deepest breath you'd ever sucked, before devolving into a fit of coughs, forcing droplets of Emriu's gastric juices from your airways. The foul flavour filled your mouth.

Hot, moist walls squeezed your body, slowly pushing you along the track like a snake after devouring a defenceless mouse. You didn't even have the energy to resist anymore, though your cock remained as eager as ever to worship and feed the beautiful giantess pinned against your inferior stomach by the tight moist walls.

'Shouldn't … it … be bigger?' you thought as the meaty tube continued to move you down. You were tiny, was the intestine normally only a little larger than you?

That was when you felt something warm and slimy brush your thigh. Your body jerked, becoming unnaturally stiff, your heart nearly bursting from your chest.

Long, tongue-like villi oozed out of the smooth, moist walls, curling around your arms and binding your legs together with exaggerated care. More care than an instinctual bodily reaction should.

Once your limbs were captured, the dark walls' crushing pressure abated as they flexed away from you. The slimy tendrils held you in place, not that you could resist them at this point. Emiru's perfect body had completely overpowered you. It would be like a bug trying to fight off a god … or goddess.

Emiru ran her tongue over her lips, positively drooling as she watched you on the monitor, your pathetic, weak, tiny body restrained by her body. The sight was making her so hot. She couldn't help but slide her hand beneath the fabric of her bikini top to cup her breast and start to massage her perky nipple.

She could feel your limp body deep inside of hers. The power was intoxicating. With a thought, dozens more villi tendrils and tentacles melted out of the walls of her small intestine and began to wrap around your body to the point you were nearly invisible to the camera. She could probably digest you right here and now if she manipulated her villi to excrete some stronger gastric acids to break you down, and oh, she was so tempted to do just that.

But she wanted some more fun first.

"Ooh, I can feel that little erection, is my widdle snack loving this as much as I am?" Emiru asked teasingly.

Everything. Everything around you shivered with the vibrations of Emiru's voice. You felt more what she said than actually heard it. Your bones rattled in the numerous grips of the tentacles, your minuscule cock twitching to try and slap the tendrils like an agitated dog, only to throb pitifully as in the grip of an oddly thin villi curled around its length, holding it perpendicular to the rest of you.

She was overpowering you so easily, like she had from the start.

Her voice both terrified and enamoured you. You were so weak, so pathetic, that a growing part of you still liked this, even as you were shivering in fear.

A slender, tongue-like villi slid around your neck, pulling your head back. You could feel your pulse hammering in your neck.

A very wet tendril stroked the crack of your ass, and your stomach dropped. Abruptly two facts warred inside your head. One was that you were very much about to be raped by acidic tentacles. The other was that Emiru was about to take your anal virginity. She had tied you down, and she was going to take you.

The tendril's head nuzzled your ass, seemingly searching for your … entrance. This is most definitely not how you'd imagined such things happening with your idol, but you had no choice, you were nothing but her food, and she would fuck you how she liked if she wanted to.

Your limbs went limp again in hopeless acceptance, even while your heart still hammered away in sheer terror.

The warm, moist head found your rectum and began to push its way inside. Your hips bucked with a startled gasp, your strangled cock throbbing desperately, and the next thing you knew, the sensitive member was consumed by a slimy, warm … thing. Your cock pulsated, and your pelvis bucked.

Your mouth opened as a pleasurable moan forced its way into your throat, only to be muffled and buried as a particularly thick and girthy villi thrust its way into your mouth and slammed into the back of your throat. Your eyes widened, and saliva pooled in your mouth, spilling down your chin as your body tried to gag on the intruder. The villi pushed deeper.

Your mind was erased by a symphony of sensations as the deity of a cosplayer proceeded to rape all three of your holes simultaneously.

Your ass stretched as the villi pushed deeper and began to fizz against your prostate, making your toes curl in ecstasy. Your ass burned as your idol stretched it, but at the same time … you never thought taking it up that ass would feel so fucking good.

Your cock throbbed in agreement in the gooey villi dick sleeve. The pink tendril's surface rippled, and your foreskin was pushed back, and your sensitive tip began to fizz.

"Ogh Fwuck!" You gasped around the tentacle, raping your mouth, thousands of tiny bubbles forming and bursting against your tip and making their way down the rest of your reduced length, all the while more minuscule explosions teased your rectum.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, everything going dark as waves of pleasure continued to crash down on you. Even the villi in your mouth were becoming more pleasant, the impulsive gagging had stopped, and the abused flesh had gone numb. Now, all you felt was your beloved idol forcing her way deeper and deeper into your throat.

Tiny tentacles, with the girth of your fingers coiled around your swollen balls, and more fizzing soon followed.

You'd never felt anything like this in your tiny little life.

This was heaven.

Emiru was a Goddess of Pleasure.

Emiru stared at the monitor, eyes dilated and hand squeezing her teat as she watched you in your throws of ecstasy. Drool slid down her chin and dripped onto her cleavage, glistening in the bright artificial light of her personal studio.

She could feel you, every inch of you wriggling in euphoria inside her small intestine as she took great pleasure in breaking your little body down into fat and proteins to fuel her perfect body.

This was hotter than she'd ever expected.

She felt like… no, she was a goddess, and you were her tribute. Her dainty toes curled as tremors of pleasure rocked through her body, forcing her to sit back on her desk chair. Instinctively, she leaned back, and her legs opened, her free hand falling to caress her lower tummy, where her tribute was, where you fed her in more ways than one.

"Mmm, I can't wait for you to add to my ass … no, my breasts … make me even more beautiful, my little snack … mmm, you'll look and feel so good as fat on my tits," Emiru moaned, panting as her bikini thong became tighter as she shifted in her chair, riding up to press into her pussy and drink in her sensual juices, the fabric darkening and her room rapidly growing to smell of her sex.

Fear blossomed in your heart again, though much weaker, as your goddess's words tremoured around you. You didn't want to be digested. You didn't want to become fat on her breasts, her smooth, perfectly shaped…

Your eyes fell back into place, wide and startled, as you realised more than a small part of you not only wanted to break down and add to the goddess's body, but you needed it.

Your limp limbs thrashed as a wave of pleasure crashed through your body. Your cock wagged erratically like an over-excited pup's tail as it shot your seed into the tendril. Blearly you could see your thick, white load floating aimlessly in the pink tendril. Abruptly, it began to bubble and fizz and was gone before you could even process what was happening, digested and used as fuel for the goddess's perfect body.

You felt your dick limply fall asleep, finally spent. The tendril that had devoured and fucked your diminutive member withdrew and melded back into the gooey wall it had spawned from. Your throat shivered, and you were dimly aware of the girthy tendril that raped your mouth withdrawing, though you saw more than you felt it moving.

Why were your limbs so weak? It felt like the goddess had fucked all the energy out of your body or absorbed it into her body. You hoped so, the divine Emiru could make much better use of that energy than you. She could make new videos, new cosplays, start a new stream, or who knew what else, and what about you? You'd have spent it fapping off to the divine one's perfect tummy, and this was so much better.

As the girthy tendril vanished into the squishy walls again, your bleary eyes were welcomed with the image of your now missing cock and balls. All that remained was a scrap of scabbed-over flesh.

It took several moments for what you were seeing to register.

Your manhood had been digested down, broken down into fat and protein for your beloved Emiru. You hoped it would make her complexion glow like it did in your favourite dirty books when Asian women guzzled down their lover's cum. Then again, you probably gave her less than a drop. There wasn't anything manly about your former genitals, they were just food for the Goddess if you were lucky, they'd add to her breasts. It was the closest your pathetic cock would ever get to such perfection.

You were a lucky morsel.

Your eyes shifted to your legs, then your arms. You weren't surprised to see that your hands and feet were gone, and what remained of the limbs were semi-liquid fleshy appendages that drooped into droplet points, melted by the mere touch of the villi.

Every ounce of your body would be broken down.

You tried to move your lips, moved to thank the divine cosplayer, but you couldn't form the movements to form the words, and nothing moved in your throat to make the sounds. After another minute, you worked out what had happened. Most of your mouth and vocal cords were probably digested now.

Snacks don't need to speak.

You were content.

You were happy.

The goddess's tendrils shifted and began to pass you down the small intestinal tract, fresh tendrils forming each time you were about to be released from their embrace. Your neck felt soft and malleable whenever the warm, slimy appendages left it, and you found yourself imagining that you must look like a bobblehead, your head bobbing from side to side when not secured by your goddess.

Your muscles were getting thinner and thinner. What was left of your arms briefly bent backwards when it caught the floor, yet you felt no pain. Your nerves must have already been broken down.

Abruptly you realised you hadn't felt pain for a while. The perfect, divine Emiru must have broken them down early so you wouldn't suffer in giving yourself to her. She is truly the perfect being if only you'd started to give thanks before now. You would have been her snack years ago.

Further and further, the villi passed you around, taking you deep into the small intestine. Your arms and legs rippled and fizzed, chunks of your gooey flesh sticking to each villus and sinking into its cells to be broken down for your beloved goddess. Soon not even stumps remained, and with each pass along the line of digestion, a villi would probe its head into your arm and leg holes, and you vaguely felt a pleasant fizzing and bubbling sensation inside your torso.

Not a scrap of you would go to waste.

All of you would become fat for Emiru.

If you still had a cock it would be hard, but that was long gone, a few villi had even started probing the scabby slit left behind. Emiru had taken your mouth, your ass, and your cock, now she would take the pussy she had given you, and as far as you were concerned, it belonged to her, like the rest of your flabby body.

All fear was gone.

With every second that passed, your body got smaller and smaller, lighter and lighter, as the villi hollowed you out and melted you down.

Another opening soon appeared at the edge of your vision. You tried to smile, but your lips were gone.

The giant, fleshy opening flexed, and the villi dragged you into the large intestine. You doubted you'd make it far. Your ride was over, you were nothing but fat now.

Nothing but fat. Emiru's fat.

That was good.

You'd be much more useful as traces of fat to add to Emiru's breasts or anywhere she wanted it. She would choose your fate.

Food doesn't think.

Food doesn't have opinions.

Food is fuel, and you are just fat for the divine beauty.

Chapter 5

Epilogue

Emiru Signing Off

Emiru fell back in her desk chair, the springs whining in protest as the back of the chair fell back to support her diminutive weight. Sweat glistened across her slender, exotic body, and her cheeks were flush with arousal. Breathing heavily, she continued to roughly squeeze her breast and pinch her quivering nipple.

She could feel the morsel of food was long gone, broken down into cells of fat that she languidly directed to her chest. The monitor before her now had faded to black after the mush that had been your tiny head was broken down, and now only showed a close-up of her toned stomach, sweaty and smiling back at the camera, as innocent as any other perfect girl's tummy, shifting with every laboured breath she took.

Even after your demise and sacrifice, euphoric waves crashed through Emiru's body, like the tide consumes the shore. The memory of your pitiful squirms tickling every cell in her body and the divine power she felt breaking you down still pumped through her veins. Emiru felt like a goddess of pleasure and euphoria.

Her toes curled tightly as her legs trembled with another orgasmic wave. Her desk chair was long since ruined as it drank her pussy's juices as it oozed through her bikini bottoms.

She felt so powerful and beautiful, like a goddess in human form. After a life of being looked down on and being short, the time spent as a towering giantess had enriched her mind and ignited her passion. On the other monitor, her spent, pleasure-drunk face shone with a healthy radiance.

Who would think such a tiny snack would feel so fucking good?

Her eyes shifted to stare at her breasts on the screen. Each breath causing her tits to strain weakly against the fabric. After several long moments of panting and staring, it clicked into place what she was looking at. She couldn't see any difference in her chest size, her bikini top didn't feel any tighter since she'd put it on, and her love pillows, as certain viewers put it in their comments, remained their cute, perfectly shaped C-cups.

A delicate frown creased her face. If she closed her eyes and thought about it, she could vaguely feel your presence in her boobs, but it was like trying to find a pin in a stack of needles. You were just a small collection of fat cells that had been absorbed into the fleshy orbs.

She guessed it made a little sense, it was like expecting a crumb to add an entire new layer to a sandwich. At least you had felt good feeding her, even if you failed to serve the desired purpose of adding to her sensual curves.

However, that did mean one thing.

Emiru's frown grew into a sadistic smirk, every inch lined with erotic malice.

She would just need to eat more of her special fans. Perhaps she'd host another contest? Or go to Comicon, no doubt there were more than a few people there who would jump at the chance to spend a day with their favourite Cosplayer Streamer, the beautiful Emiru.

Her slender pink tongue poked its way out of her mouth and proceeded to drag itself across her lips at the mere memory of your delicious flavour and … erotic aftertaste.

Emiru lifted her eyes to make eye contact with the camera built into her monitor, still recording for her private collection.

"It looks like my little snack wasn't enough to add anything noticeable to my widdle titties," Emiru said cutely, pouting her lips as she put on a cutesy voice, her hands rising to palm her breasts for emphasis. "I guess I'll just have a few more nummy yummy fans," she continued, her pussy quivering in anticipation.

After all, she did love her fans, and what better way to show her love for them than to make them a part of her body, then they could be with her forever and join her for every stream, every cosplay, and every convention. She would carry them all with her, and they'll all look lovely as parts of her sexy tits.

"And I'll never forget any of them," Emiru said, her hand falling to rub a small circle over her tummy. Just like I'll never forget you, my tiny, little morsel. You were delicious," she continued, eyeing her flat tummy even though she knew that all that was left of you was located in her chest, not her toned tummy.

She was already salivating at the prospect of more tiny fans to send down the way of her gullet. But, before that, there was something she needed to do. Emiru wheeled to her desk and stopped the recording.

Rising from her desk chair, she stretched her stiff limbs over her head, relishing the soft popping cracks she heard—not noticing the visible, dark wet patch staining the seat. With another click, the monitors went to sleep. She didn't want any distractions, so turning, she made her way to her bed.

Her pussy was burning for her loving touch, and every step was only a fresh reminder that she needed to release the tension that had built up in her body since she shrunk you down to the yummy snack you were always meant to be.

After all, you'd always wanted to get your idol hot and bothered, and you had succeeded. The hungry goddess had granted you your deepest wish without ever knowing it.

Her bed springs screamed as she threw herself onto the bed, lightly bouncing, a hand dipping into the crotch of her panties, coating her fingers in her warm, sticky juices as she set about the task of finishing what you'd started.

Will you enter her next … competition?

You yummy widdle snack

You would look so much better as my titty fat ;)