A chubby green yoshi carefully plodded through the corridors of a humid, dank fortress belonging to a creature, nay, a monster, that he’d come to put a stop to. Yosher, a dino sporting a round belly, colorful spikes, and an assortment of apparel (magic or otherwise), climbed yet another set of stairs, searching for the fiendish froggy who had usurped control of Yoshi’s Island! Yosher had come prepared: In addition to the large hat atop his head, the dangling starman at the tip lighting the way, Yosher had his staff in hand, a small egg adorned at the tip. This yoshi was a mage, and these accessories served to help channel and enhance his own magical power. He was having to use every last ounce of his potency to just survive the trip, the chubby yoshi hoping he had enough fight in him left when he reached the evil King Froggy.

“He’s gotta be here,” Yosher said to himself, tromping through another suspiciously-empty floor. He wished the rest of the perilous journey had been this quiet. Yosher hadn’t taken on this fight alone, at first! The king had made the path to his castle dangerous for any who opposed his reign, hungry creatures proliferating the surrounding areas. Four yoshies of various skills had set out together, with a fifth joining shortly after.

Only Yosher remained.

Yosher gripped his staff a little more tightly when flashes of his friends’ downfall raced through his mind. Two became unwilling meals when traversing a nasty maze of piranha plants, sinking down bulging vines to the earth below. Another neglected to fly high enough (said wings courtesy of Yosher’s magic) over the crafted moat ringing the large fortress. Snatched right out of the sky by a leaping Blurp and swallowed whole in an instant. The last had made it into the castle proper with Yosher. The purple yoshi wasn’t even a part of his original team, Yosher and company having found her when traversing deep in the jungles. Though, with most of her tribe captured or devoured, she was thirsty for revenge, and wanted to put an end to King Froggy’s reign herself! 

Preferably, using her stomach.

The initial confrontation barring entry at the ground level of King Froggy’s lair was at a stalemate, neither side able to overtake the other. That’s when the brave ally of Yosher’s decided to sacrifice herself to let Yosher press on! Her belly was full of the enemy, but there were just too many to overcome, and a single yoshi tongue can only do so much. Yosher cringed at the memory of froggy flunkies dragging her away, no doubt to be fed to some hungry monster. He hoped she somehow got free before whatever horrible deed came to pass.

This fortress was similar to the froggy formerly known as Prince’s original, with pools of water everywhere, making the humidity almost intolerable. This one, however, sat in the center of Yoshi’s Island, and its marvelous manifestation occurred mere days after the wand-wielding amphibian had defeated (and had devoured, or devoured himself!) some of the most famous yoshies known. He’d arrayed the minions and monsters of the island to his side, organizing a united group, to take control. Yoshies in pockets of the island not yet under King Froggy’s dominion knew that he was the source of this terrible turn of events, and if he could be taken down, they’d reclaim what was theirs. 

Yosher made it up another flight, coming to a large set of doors, King Froggy’s image adorned on them. The smug, smiling thing made Yosher growl in anger, once more thinking of brave yoshies lost along the way. The cause of all this strife on the island was all on him! The eyes of the adornments seemed to follow Yosher as he approached the doors and grasped each of the giant rings, gritting his teeth and yanking them open forcefully. The light from the hallway cast a big yoshi shadow into the dimly-lit throne room, and Yosher put on his bravest voice while marching inward. “King Froggy!” he declared, seeing a silhouetted figure on a wide purple cushion of a throne at the opposite end of the large room. “I’ve come to put a stop to you!”

At first, there was no response, and Yosher thought the king was asleep. He’d drummed up that dramatic tone for nothing! But then, there was a loud whumpf when the frog sprung, leaping high in the air, landing heavily before Yosher, rocking him to the ground! Yosher landed on his side, propped up on his arms and gasping at the sight of the evil king. The former prince was much larger than a normal froggy now, twice the height of a yoshi and just as wide! An opulent crown nestled neatly on his head, back between the eyes, and an amphibious flipper grappled a comparatively small magic wand. The main source of the small quake that sent Yosher sprawling was the bulging white soft belly the king now sported, clear evidence of his reign over the yoshies, with many having been fed to him. There was an ever-present smug smile played across the king’s lips, condescending and smug, much like his image on the door. “You’re welcome to try,” King Froggy croaked, allowing himself a small lick of the lips. “You look plenty ripe for tenderizing before eating you up, so I encourage it.”

Yosher balked, and tried to let his courage shine in lieu of fear. Righting himself, he took his staff in both hands and angled its tip right at the smug Froggy’s snout, the egg tip boasting a red color. “We’ll see who ends up eating who, you monster.” Then, hoping to gain the initiative, Yosher aimed a searing fireball right for the king’s crown! The yoshi’s quickly-formed smirk vanished, King Froggy wiggling his wand some and dismissing the magical flame with a simple counterspell.

“Amateur. Let me show you the proper way,” King Froggy offered, and raised his stolen wand up. Anticipating a spell, Yosher braced, legs in a wide stance, tail twitching, ready for anything! King Froggy just smiled, and suddenly shot his big long tongue out from his maw, grabbing Yosher’s staff and ripping it away from his grasp!

“What, no!” Yosher exclaimed, before snapping his own tongue out, snagging the bottom of his staff. No matter how big King Froggy got, this would be no contest for Yosher. A yoshi’s tongue was superior in every way, no matter how big the other’s was!

King Froggy may have been aware of this too, or maybe he was just always intelligent in combat, so he left nothing to chance: Keeping a tight grip on the staff, he cast his readied spell with a wave of his wand. Yosher saw sparkles from the corner of his eye, and glanced over to spot a swirling of rotating shapes beaming right for him. Tongue busy, he could only utter a stifled cry before taking the blast head-on, crumpling on the spot. Yosher’s tongue retracted back into his mouth, the yoshi barely clinging to consciousness, seeing stars. “Uhn... I… won’t… quit!” he declared, even feeling some rustling about his body. What was going on? “You’ve got to be stopped. Ugh… You won’t control this island anymore!” He was kind of surprised that the king was letting him be in this fight, thinking himself ripe for attack. Maybe King Froggy was also blown back by the magical blast?

Yosher’s vision cleared as he got to his feet and wearily looked up. To his dismay, he saw not only his staff, but his gloves, vest, scarf, and magic-enhancing hat, all floating in the air between the two mages. Even the bandage wrapped snugly about Yosher’s left leg was a long ribbon hovering about the rest of Yosher’s apparel, leaving the yoshi as bare as any other, with naught but saddle and boots. Yosher reached in vain for his equipment and clothes, only to see them be incinerated from the bottom up before his very eyes, what ashes remained billowing away with another casual flick of the magic wand King Froggy possessed. “N-no…”

“Yes,” King Froggy smirked, letting out a croak of a chuckle and hopping right up next to Yosher. Instead of tripping back, the yoshi stumbled forward, falling face-first right into the sprawling King’s tummy. All that white underside pillowed Yosher’s fall, the yoshi prone against the soft scaly gut. Yosher tried pushing himself up and away, but felt something tug him up by the nape of his neck instead. The yoshi flailed when that same magical grasp hoisted him right off the floor! He and King Froggy now stared eye to eye, with the latter openly licking and smacking his lips. “You’re rather plump for a yoshi. Surely you’ll taste succulent.”

“B-but… N-no! I’m not… succulent!” Yosher protested, swinging desperate fists and boots through the air. “I… we’re n-not just food to you! This is our island! It’s Yoshi’s Island!”

“Was,” King Froggy growled. “And for a long time, this is all we were to you. Just an obstacle to be devoured at your whim. No longer. Now you are under our flippers.” Yosher opened his mouth to debate, but suddenly found his body hefted up and over King Froggy, whose maw fell open wide. “Mlaaaah,” the froggy vocalized, Yosher’s tail nearly tickling those spread lips. The yoshi let out a yipe and swung harder, trying to break free and not fall into that gaping chasm-like mouth below. Though, after a few seconds, King Froggy closed his mouth and seemed to be reconsidering. “Although…”

“Although… what?” Yosher was relieved to see that mouth close up, hoping that this hesitation was going to lead to him being set free. This earned the yoshi a condescending laugh, which slaughtered that hope.

“We could always use more yoshies like you. You see–” 

“No way!” Yosher interrupted hotly, trying to keep the emerging fright from his voice. “I’m not… gonna help you to continue subjugating our kind! I’m… ah… g-going to stop you!” Yosher stood… well, dangled, shakily defying the mighty king’s agenda, who merely shrugged at this display. King Froggy didn’t seem to mind the interjection, only shaking his head and tut-tutting.

“Defiant to the end, like so many others. A few of you were smart, at least, by becoming useful instead of a one-off hunk of meat to devour. Can’t say the same about you, who’d rather just give up and be frog food.” King Froggy began to drool, a quiet growl emanating from the bulging belly below. Yosher’s own glare began to falter, the fear of ending up a monster’s supper rearing its head. “But if that is your choice, then goodbye, yoshi. So brave of you, to take this coward’s way out.”

Yosher tried to argue. He was not being a coward! He was defying a powerful being’s whims and that was the opposite! The pittance of courage and bravery he managed to muster up while at King Froggy’s mercy faltered immediately. “W-wait!” Yosher exclaimed, but King Froggy’s mind was made up. Once more he yawned his jaws wide, and the dripping pink innards were fully exposed to Yosher. Pulsating throat, widened cheeks, and a wriggling tongue all eagerly awaited the fat dangling yoshi. “No, stop! Y-you can’t eat me… D-don’t eat me!” Yosher hollered, as the magical grip slithered down his back and suddenly snagged him by the base of his tail. Yosher swung down with a yell and his snout grazed against slickened froggy lips. King Froggy’s tongue slithered up to taste… no, coil! right around Yosher’s chest, arms, and the soft pudgy belly he sported. The grip on the yoshi tail slackened, Yosher held up only by the tongue a moment, before King Froggy reeled him in. “N-nooo!!!” King Froggy slurped Yosher up, the fat yoshi’s front half vanishing in an instant as a squashy SCHRLP filled the throne room. Yosher’s rear end, thick tail, and kicking legs spouted from that mouth, muffled whines for his life escaping the innards. Yosher was subjected to crunching lips pressing down and around his soft belly, making his cries for help become wheezing squeaks. King Froggy spent several moments tasting the yoshi, tongue unraveling and sliding all over his front, sides, and back, pounding fists against soft pliable cheeks ignored. King Froggy murmured around his meal, drooling freely down his own wide midsection, dining on the latest would-be hero of the yoshi population.

Yosher urked and struggled and moaned. It couldn’t end like this! He’d made it so far and the others would have been eaten up for nothing! He fought his hardest, trying to concentrate on some spell or aim a good kick to force King Froggy to spit him out! But it was no good. The king had grown far too fond of the taste of yoshi, and, to Yosher’s terrified realization, far too experienced at it. King Froggy had Yosher pinned to the point where no amount of resistance would prevent him from eating the yoshi alive, tongue tip squishing out over lip and under plump belly to lap up at his underside. “Let me out! S-somebody, anybody, stop this stupid frog, please!” Yosher squealed, as viscous oozing froggy slobber coated his body, more smeared along his butt and legs as they too were tasted… and coiled about. In a flash, the gullet twitching beyond Yosher’s snout suddenly swelled open, and Yosher realized that just like that, King Froggy was done sampling him.

He was about to be devoured whole by the evil king!

“No, stop… stop! Pr- King Froggy! Don’t eat meeeee!” Yosher cried, even as his tail and legs were bundled up, and a sudden powerful yank of the tongue pressed up to his rump. The rest of Yosher disappeared between pursed lips, SCHLRRRRPing away in a spurt of saliva. King Froggy’s left cheek was alive with the struggles of the chubby yoshi, before he effortlessly swallowed Yosher whole and alive.

GLUNK... GLOURP!

With a heavy, satisfied sigh, King Froggy licked his lips. The very active, very squirming set of bulges glk’d and glrk’d down his neck visibly, before that white belly of his sloshed and expanded a great deal. Yosher, still crying out in despair, tumbled into the tight confines of an acid-dripping stomach. The yoshi was curled in on himself, chin and belly and undertail all pressing to the stomach lining, with the back of his head up against his saddle. “Someone anyone heeellllp!”

But the only reply came from King Froggy, who let out a powerful gust of air in a big, sated croak, rubbing his flippers (wand included) against his squirming, engorged stomach. “Ahh… Truth be told, you were pretty delicious, my tasty fat treat, but nothing can really compare to that first one. No taste can be quite as sweet as revenge, after all.”

“Mmph! Hhhmmmlph!” ...GRRWWWWWLLLN. King Froggy slowly licked his lips, and made two quick hops: One to turn around, and one to bound back to his cushion of a throne. Yosher felt both impacts, swung back and forth and compressed very tightly in the compact, unmerciful stomach walls, rubbing presently-inert stomach fluids up against his bare body.

“Struggle all you want, my tasty yoshi meal,” the king goaded. “I’ve come to enjoy your kind’s last fitful efforts to survive. But like it or not, you will digest, becoming nothing more than a distant memory, and adding to your king. Unlike your friends, who are nothing but some minion of mine’s snack.” Smirking, King Froggy probed his squashy belly with the round tip of his wand, delighted any time he saw the vague imprint of a yoshi paw or boot, or better yet a bulbous snout. All of which were teased back into the groaning stomach proper, as the king settled back properly on his royal cushion. “You’ll keep me sated for a while, no doubt. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that yoshies have rather tough hides. We’ll see how long you survive, ‘hero’.”

Yosher grew more desperate with every taunting phrase the frog uttered, as the belly walls squelched about him and more fluids slowly crept in to join. The growing fear cemented into reality at that moment: Yosher was eaten alive… and he was never going to escape.

“Plllfmmph! Hlllp!”

*	*	*

This was Yoshi’s Island now. King Froggy was slowly but surely acquiring more territory, from the center outward, arraying the many non-yoshi creatures against the dominating dinos, enhancing their abilities and sizes to turn the tables on the voracious yoshies, to instead make them the meal targets. Of course, the larger one’s army, the larger one’s food supply must be. The biggest and baddest of the monstrous creatures under King Froggy’s (mostly-voluntary) control got to feast on yoshies themselves, but the yoshi population would quickly dwindle and die off completely if that’s all everyone ate all the time. Luckily the island itself was very fertile (thanks in no small part to the yoshies themselves), so starvation was not a concern even if the colorful creatures were taken off the menu. With that in mind, though, having a yoshi meal was something King Froggy and others who’d joined him never wanted to have go away. As such, while King Froggy abused magical powers to further his own goals, he established a means to replenish the supply of the delectable dinos.

The plan had two components. One was synonymous with his main objective: Take over more territory. The more land that King Froggy claimed, the more yoshies he’d control. Villages, tribes, whole swaths were captured, with the more violent, protesting ones devoured on the spot. This was the easier way to collect more yoshies for sure, but King Froggy knew that eventually the whole island would be his, and there were only so many yoshies to go around.

When he brought his dream fortress to life, King Froggy established a series of dungeons down below. This was standard procedure of course, as you always had to have dungeons! In addition to the many large cells, they were equipped with certain other facilities, to fulfill the second part of the king’s plan. Captives, and those he could convince to join him instead of joining him, would become responsible for replenishing the supply of yoshies. Female yoshies were chained up, presenting themselves, and would devolve into egg factories to produce offspring. Males, of course, were needed to seed the females, going from one yoshi to the next, until they were spent. King Froggy didn’t know if other species were compatible with yoshies, but for now it was nothing but the pastel-colored dinos down there, steadying the population. Thus King Froggy would have a never-ending supply of yoshies for his own kingdom to feast on!

At first, King Froggy just threw anyone and everyone down there. He wasn’t picky about which yoshi bred with which, just that it would happen. But, as his control grew, he realized it would make sense – and be far more delicious – if he only allowed the larger yoshies to be fruitful. This would increase the odds of bigger, more scrumptious offspring! So, those he didn’t deem fit or fat enough to continue, become responsible for raising the young ones (under careful supervision of course – no rebellions were to be started under him!), feeding them, and so on. They also would tend to the needs of those that were responsible for continuing yoshi lines, those breeding even given additional rations of the usual yoshi foods (fruits and the like) so that they were healthy and desirable.

Any signs of trouble of mischief down in those dungeons were swiftly dealt with. Usually, with the perpetrators squirming down hungry throats, and becoming part of said nutritional upkeep.

Some days after the failed reign-busting attempt by Yosher and his allies, a belly growled. A female yoshi had awoken, eaten her (what she considered) pitiful ration of fruit, and lay there on the dungeon floor. Not by choice, of course: Her arms and legs were chained to the ground by wrists and ankles, her creamy light-brown belly squashed out. Her tail was hiked, another chain from the ceiling locking it in place, presenting her cloaca-clad butt to the entrance of her prison, ready to be bred by whoever was designated to do so. This yoshi’s white scales were sullied not just with underbelly-colored spots about her thighs and tail, but also dirt and grime from her time in the dungeons. All the yoshi could do was raise her head and look around from one dank, plain wall to the next. Her blue eyes, however, remained as bright as ever, despite her circumstances.

For Vanilla the yoshi actually had grown accustomed to this new way of life. It was certainly better than the alternative of being eaten alive, and she was not too upset about being ridden, several times a day. Her egg production was satisfactory, and although the environment wasn’t anything special to look at (and she could do without the chains), her life outside had been dull by comparison. Vanilla realized that maybe she was getting too cozy with serving a vengeful amphibian and betraying her kind… but there were worse fates, she rationalized.

Her mind was on other things at the moment, tongue hanging out, a serene smile splayed across her lips. Her tail, upheld by the ceiling chains, was hugged around by another yoshi, was was busy rutting her silly. This yoshi wasn’t anyone remarkable: One among many who chose servitude over becoming a quick meal. A simpleton of a blue yoshi, not much weight to him, but having endurance enough to earn him a spot to be one to breed for King Froggy. He was already nearing his climax, and though Vanilla welcomed this afternoon fun, he was pretty boring and she was hardly aroused herself. Even when hot pre leaked from the yoshi’s cock, smearing about her vaginal walls, it was barely a distraction to what was really on her mind. Her hungry belly kept her attention away from the sex, and though he didn’t have much meat to him (from what Vanilla could see over her shoulder), yoshi was a far more filling meal than what pitiful rations she was given usually.

Vanilla pressed back into the fucking yoshi, mushing her tail and rear up against him, feeling him pick up the pace as he was smothered in her girth. She murred and flagged her tail tip side to side to further coax the yoshi to climax, playing him like a fiddle, and licked her lips when she felt his hot load splatter deep within her. The blue yoshi panted and sighed happily, even leaning against her tail to recover. Had he been paying attention, he’d’ve seen Vanilla’s dripping tongue slither out from her jaws. Yoshi tongues are quite versatile, and those keeping her prisoner hadn’t considered just how much of an oversight they made when designing these breeding chambers. The blue yoshi’s head was in the clouds, already picturing his next breeding session, when something slimy raveled around his tail. He looked back to see Vanilla’s tongue tightly bind around it, and was yanked away from the pleasurable yoshi tail, chin smacking the floor, and dragged around the prone Vanilla. He slid by her tail, legs, belly, until his tail felt squashed and confined in something wet and hot. He yelped when he saw more than felt Vanilla swallow his whole tail down in a single gulp, pulling his backside up off the floor, hips squelching into widening yoshi jaws. “Wait, stop!” he cried, unable to kick his legs, the limbs sticking awkwardly out Vanilla’s mouth and rapidly sinking in. Heavy gulps followed, with nobody else seemingly the wiser as the breeding yoshi was being eaten alive by the one he was told to impregnate.

“Stop, please! I-I’m sorry!” the pitiful dumb yoshi tried, thinking he’d done something to upset Vanilla. Even as his flaccid cock and waistline sank into Vanilla’s hungry gullet, pressing out her neck in a series of lumpy bulges, he couldn’t think why a trapped yoshi would eat another! Another loud ULK filled the room and the yoshi whined, feeling his tail dipping into the active stomach and fluids. He begged and cried out more, clawing at the ground until his head and arms were left dangling off the ground. He saw his own body bulging down Vanilla’s neck and chest, with his hindquarters and legs squished together in the ever-swelling yoshi belly. Warm slobber ran down his face and cheeks, flecking off his scrabbling hands, until all went dark for him when Vanilla’s lips pursed closed around his bulbous snout. One arm was slurped up without a thought, and a hefty swallow devoured the terrified yoshi’s head, outlined face recognizable all the way down the gullet against her scales.

In mere minutes the yoshi went from a sated breeder, to naught but a flickering hand barely sticking out past hungry yoshi lips. A simple slp was all it took to pull in the frantically-swinging wrist and paw, then one last URLK swallowed the simpleton yoshi whole. “MMMF!!” he cried as pulsations pulled him down the throat and messily dumped him into the sated Vanilla’s rather active stomach. CHURN. GURGLE. The cell walls amplified the sounds of his digestion, Vanilla licking her lips as the swollen belly pushed up under her tail, catching the cum that was leaking from her exposed cloaca. The only evidence of what transpired, outside the obvious churning bulges comprising the fattened chained-up yoshi, were the stains of jizz leading around from the yoshi butt leading around and up to her mouth. Vanilla didn’t even seem to mind that the collar she’d worn had come undone, and was barely clinging to her neck.

She’d be able to re-fit it, once done digesting her latest yoshi dinner.

*	*	*

Some days later, a rather large orange yoshi made his way through the dungeon halls. Cliff the yoshi adjusted his glasses and tried to ignore the grumbling in his belly, instead focusing on what he was obligated to do. After being scared out of his wits being brought before King Froggy, he was relieved to have been assigned breeding duty, instead of becoming the amphibian’s latest lunch. His physical size was a trait the king had deemed worthy of passing on to many offspring, and so here Cliff was, cock slowly twitching to life as he walked along until he got to an unoccupied cell.

It wasn’t a pleasant stroll, of course, being hustled down from his only somewhat-nicer cell. Cliff just thanked his lucky stars he was alive, even after attempting to overthrow the king. The chubby yoshi waddled along and was forced to resist what had become a habit for him: After a night out with a lovely yoshi, breakfast was a squirming meal that would leave him full all day! But he knew trying that here would result in his own trip down a gullet. Despite the obvious threat, though, Cliff had to struggle to ignore the plump, cream-filled yoshies who couldn’t escape his tongue, and end up swelling his already thick midsection. The rations offered weren’t nearly the quantities he was used to.

Cliff found an open cell and entered, shutting the door up behind him. The usual stench of ruts past didn’t bother him at all, as a creamy-colored spotted yoshi, hiked tail presenting a rather pump but and twitching cloaca drove all desire for food from him. He gawked, never quite getting used to the forced presentations whenever arrived. Vanilla, caught up looking, and smiled, seeing the much large dino checking her out. “Hey big boy,” she purred, licking her lips.

“H-hi!” Cliff squeaked, unable to keep the squeaky stammer from his voice. Vanilla was definitely one fat yoshi, belly sagging, clearly eating more than the pitiful rations… but looking down to her underbelly, something else was obvious too.

She was pregnant.

Not surprising given the purpose of the breeding program King Froggy instituted, but what he didn’t know why she was chained up then. Admittedly, it took a yoshi to really tell when another was knocked up. Obviously, Vanilla wasn’t self-reporting. Which Cliff concluded correctly, that she was looking for more.

“No need to perform today, stud. Although…” Vanilla mumbled, seeing the fully-erect cock bobbing about below Cliff’s sagging gut. She licked her lips again, wondering just how full this big yoshi would make her. “That doesn’t mean I’ll leave you high and dry.” She flicked the tip of her tail cutely and winked. Cliff took the hint, and waddled around to the front of the chained-up yoshi. Cliff himself looked down at the comparatively-smaller, wide Vanilla, who was positioned perfectly for what she wanted to do. He licked his own lips, both yoshies now having expressed not lust, but hunger, unbeknownst to one-another!

“How can I say no?” Cliff said with a grin, and sliding up over Vanilla until his plush belly settled over her head, With a lick of his lips, he pressed the edge of his member up to that bulbous snout. Vanilla mumbled again, and drooled at the girth the big yoshi offered. Unlike past suitors, she’d enjoy this for sure, then have a nice massive meal after! Cliff’s tail stiffened when Vanilla took his length into her mouth, the shaft slipping past lips and gliding along a tongue that coiled and squeezed it along the way. Cliff murmured and leaned down over Vanilla, his stomach sagging over either side of her head and giving her complete access to his mostly-inhaled cock, and the balls dangling behind. Vanilla’s senses were overwhelmed with the musky scent between Cliff’s legs, sending the tip of her tongue out to fondle the twitching white sac while squeezing around the offered shaft. Lewd slurps rang out from under a murring Cliff’s belly, his dick sinking deeper into Vanilla’s mouth, back out, and inward again, over and over. Vanilla fell into a lustful rhythm, her tail hiked and showing just how wet she was getting over the act of pleasuring such a fine specimen of a yoshi.

Cliff, too, lost himself in the throes of the blowjob, although the big yoshi always had his next meal in some corner of his mind. Every new ‘date’ pushed him closer to violating the golden rule, despite the known risks. Still, that didn’t stop him from imagining Vanilla struggling down his gullet, her fattened body (from pregnancy and who knows what else) tasting delicious. His wide tail twitched and fell limp, Cliff moaning when he imagined that, and feeling a hot shot of pre flood Vanilla’s mouth. She mumbled hotly around the leavings and noisily swallowed it down, cloaca quivering and wet. She could hardly see straight, immersed completely the act of blowing the fat orange yoshi.

He was going to make the most wonderful meal yet! The size of him alone would keep her fed for days, maybe weeks! And he was giving her quite the ride, Vanilla getting close to orgasm herself, as she pushed her head forward and swallowed the edge of Cliff’s penis down into her throat. The tight squishy confines of muscle worked around Cliff’s shaft, the yoshi moaning louder over her, to the point where she couldn’t hear the belly around her head grumbling softly. She swallowed down Cliff’s dick over and over, coiled tongue squeezing, tongue tip sliding all over his ballsac and leaving it a dripping mess. The incipient release of his seed sent her over the edge herself, and Cliff heard her muffled cry of pleasure as she burst. Loud wet squirts and splotches from Vanilla filled the room, and Cliff had a bird’s eye view, leaned over the smaller yoshi’s body. He licked his lips seeing her cloaca spurt out several streaks of femcum, staining the floor further, spotted white yoshi tail strained in the act. This spurred Cliff to reach his own climax, clutching to Vanilla’s thighs and humping deep into the female Yoshi’s maw, his squishy hide wobbling and shifting all about her.

Vanilla and Cliff got their wish a moment later. Cliff sighed in relief as his sac clenched right in front of Vanilla’s eyes… SPLORT! The first powerful jet of his cum flooded Vanilla’s mouth and throat. She had just enough time to swallow before Cliff pulled back and humped forward again, unleashing his full load with lewd SPLRT… SPLURT… SPLCH sounds muffled by Vanilla’s sealed lips. Her yoshi cheeks puffed out and the yoshi could hardly keep up, the female swallowing wad after wad. Finally, Cliff humped deep once more and flooded her mouth with his sticky off-white cream, the jizz forced to the back of the throat in the motion. He wiggled himself free and flopped back to sit, panting, while Vanilla picked herself up and smiled to him, puffed-out cheeks sloshing. She GLRP’d thickly, cheeks deflating, bulges of yoshi cum visible down her neck. Vanilla licked her lips and purred, tail up and swaying, cloaca dripping in femcum. “Thanks for the appetizer, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

Cliff, whose mind was rapidly morphing from lust to hunger, looked down at the panting, prone, chained yoshi. “Appetizer, you say?” he smiled. The two licked their lips simultaneously, each one convinced they could lap up the other first. But Vanilla’s expression shifted from one of challenge, to one of panic, when she felt a tingling sensation throughout her whole body. She started to glow, leaving Cliff to tilt his head in wonder… then revelation.

Someone was casting a spell on Vanilla!

It wasn’t Cliff. He was still coming down off that orgasmic high and thinking about nothing but food. But he recognized the aura. Vanilla, meanwhile, was caught off guard and had no idea what was happening. “Wh-what the?” she stammered, before there was a bright flash of light, and the chubby pregnant yoshi was gone. Chains clattered to the floor, while the one that was responsible for holding her her tail swung freely. Cliff cringed, knowing exactly who cast the spell. Any yoshi taken to the King’s chambers usually was never seen again.

It was obvious how she got so fat in the first place, now.

He tried to ignore Vanilla’s fate as he picked himself up off the floor, creeping out of the dungeon. But even with the fate of those who broke the rules was just demonstrated, Cliff’s growling hungry stomach still had pull: With the King presently dealing with Vanilla, that meant he had a moment to sate his own urges, right? The king was distracted! He waddled his way through the dungeon halls, until he came across another open one. He peeked in, seeing a plump purple yoshi, chained up like Vanilla and the rest. She looked positively tantalizing to the hungry Cliff’s eyes, and he had to stop himself from drooling all over the floor at the sight of the presented chubby rear and tail. He hurriedly made his way inside, shutting the door behind him, stomach announcing his presence.

*	*	*

“No, please! I’ll never do it again, I’ll… NO!” Vanilla’s begging did nothing to assuage King Froggy as she was teleported away with a wave of his magic wand. She vanished in a puff of light, leaving the full-bellied frog to chuckle at her pitiful defense of her actions. “Can’t have those yoshies eating each other. They’re for us, after all,” he mused  aloud, running a flipper down over his engorged, struggling stomach. “Just a shame you went and filled me up, ‘hero’, else I’d’ve had plenty to enjoy this afternoon.”

“Mmph! Hlllp!” Yosher, struggling among the throes of King Froggy’s stomach slowly digesting him alive, sung the same song he’d been singing ever since he was eaten alive a while back. His body still swelled out that froggy stomach considerably, the white dome sagging off the royal pillow, betraying the obvious bulges of yoshi. Yosher was admonished with a heavy rub into him, sloshing the digesting yoshi about among the waves of acids.

“There there, I’m not saying you weren’t a full, hearty meal of your own. You’ll be nothing but a part of your king in due time.” King Froggy laughed, and proceeded to scry on Vanilla’s execution. He got to enjoy what happened to Vanilla, even if he wasn’t the one doing the deed himself, while lounging on his cushioned throne and listening to the pitiful whines from his rebellion-ending meal.

Not long after, though, he was interrupted when alerted to another instance of insubordination within the breeding dungeon. He lazily turned his attention to it, wondering who’d be on the chopping block next...

*	*	*

“Melonball, eh?” Cliff asked.

“Yeah,” the chained purple yoshi said, not at all happy to be in the position she was in. One of the sole survivors of the tribe of yoshies embedded deep in Yoshi’s Island, that seldom made contact with others. Now she was being penetrated on the regular from strangers who’d be nothing but yoshi fat if any had ever so much as looked at her or others of her tribe the way they do.

But instead of the much larger orange yoshi taking position up behind her, Melonball suddenly found herself freed from her chains! She saw Cliff wave his hand around in a strange gesture, and her bonds fell from her ankles, tail chain left dangling in mid-air.

“Oh!” Startled, Melonball sat up and curled her tail around her side, so she could reach at it and tenderly rub the portion that’d been bound up all day. “Thanks! Does he know you got some magic in you? I’m glad there are still yoshies alive willing to fight back!”

Cliff said nothing, his chubby face growing a delighted grin. It took Melonball a second to realize her liberator had little on his mind in terms of rebellion. The wide, sagging stomach of his dangled not a foot away from her, and it growled ominously. Her gaze rose up past the belly to see the big yoshi, eyes magnified with his large glasses gazing hungrily down at her. Drool was already running down his chin, when he yawned his maw wide. “Wuh-wait! Stop!” Melonball’s legs were splayed on the floor, but that didn’t stop her from desperately scrambling them to scoot backwards on her butt. Her chubby form barely moved before a yoshi tongue as thick as her arm shot from Cliff’s mouth and quickly coiled right around her midsection. Her wrists were caught in the whipping tongue’s grasp, slimy drool draining down to the digits of her hands and down either side of her belly. Melonball’s tail didn’t even escape, the tongue having found its way behind and under, trapping it up against her saddle and back, tip grazing against her head. “No!”

But Cliff was beyond the point of caring about his imminent meal or what the rules were. He was starving for a weighty meal, and now he was going to get it! With a casual gesture he jerked his head back, retracting his tongue and Melonball with it! The purple yoshi’s cries ceased when her head sank into his mouth, then his throat. ULK! With his tongue bound around the bulk of Melonball, he was able to gobble her up rapidly. Melonball whined aloud as rapid, heavy swallows forced her down the tight gullet, pushed into the growling stomach below. Cliff murred deeply, not at the taste, but at it having been so long since he’s had a filling meal! As such, Melonball’s last moments outside of a gurgling gut lasted mere seconds. GURLK, NNNGLK, GLP GLUK GLK! Cliff took full advantage of his size as usual, fitting half the smaller fat yoshi into his mouth and down his bulging belly without much strain. His cheeks puffed out and his belly sloshed noisily when he swallowed again, Melonball’s belly compressed between his lips, head and shoulders now swimming in coming-to-life stomach acids.

Cliff planted his booted feet and threw his head upward, dragging a thrashing yoshi upward. Melonball only managed to kick her former chains, sending it rattling about, before her legs were bound up by Cliff’s dexterous yoshi tongue. He bound her thighs together and munched around the protruding yoshi butt in delight. A series of suckling slurps and heavy gulps dragged the rest of the fidgeting yoshi inward, betraying only a bit of white undertail and boots from his mouth. Those followed shortly after, vanishing with a splurt of sticky drool. Cliff pressed his arms down and around his swollen belly when he finished a squirming Melonball off with a thick wet URLK!, her struggling bulges prominent down his neck. Cliff’s stomach widened and slurshed, and he squashed into it pleasantly with a deep sigh. “O-oooh it feels nice to be so full again.”

“Mmph! Hllllp!” came the cry from within his gut. Melonball was bundled up incredibly tight, and the walls surrounding her pressed in from every direction. Slimy stomach fluids leaked from every angle, coating her completely in the itchy fluids. She begged for Cliff to lay her as an egg, to let her out from the dark acidic stomach, but Cliff didn’t bother responding. He never did to those he devoured, too busy enjoying the aftertaste and being so full. The rumbling, churning evidence of digestion drowned out whatever pitiful cries the eaten yoshi could make, and he waddled innocently out of the now-vacant cell, leaving the door open and everything. Attendance wasn’t strictly tracked, as far as Cliff knew, so he was all set to spend the next few days off from his breeding duties. Just sprawled out in his own, only-slightly-nicer quarters, resting on his side or back, pondering who or what his next meal would be all the while.

Several days flew by for the sated orange dino, and even when he was ready to resume (still digesting a long-since-limp Melonball away, copious amount of belly and newfound weight on his hips and rear evident), he found himself much more virile than before. If he played his cards right, he could maybe even make his diet more official, showing how much more effective he was! Whatever garnered Cliff more satisfying, belly-filling meals, the better. He slept contently, thinking he’d gotten away with eating a yoshi he was meant to breed, and dreamed happy dreams.

Of course, had the magic-studying yoshi been keeping up with his arts in his off-time instead of daydreaming about the next squirmy lunch he’d consume, he’d’ve noticed the telltale signs of scrying occurring all hours of the day. Not that that would’ve helped prevent what happened to him the following morning! As he was heading to an unoccupied cell, with a grumbling tummy anticipating a new meal to replace the recently-fully-digested Melonball, Cliff began to feel tingly all over. Cliff paused, looked over himself, and recognized the sensation. It was just like what happened to Vanilla! Cliff panicked and tried to think of some counter-measure, but before he knew it he was whisked away in a flash of bright light! Next thing he knew, he was on his knees, staring up at King Froggy. The larger (and well-fed) creature stared down at Cliff, a knowing look in his eyes. Cliff glanced to the wand in his flippers, cooling down after its latest spell. His gaze was drawn back when an eager gurgle roared out from the bloated white stomach the frog had barely managed to keep on the throne cushion, and Cliff swore he heard a muffled cry for help among those wet sounds.

Cliff shivered in King Froggy’s presence. He knew his chances of survival now were slim-to-none, and the frog was not smiling as he gazed over the big orange yoshi. “Y-your Highness?” he squeaked.

“Why,” King Froggy started, bringing the wand down to prod into the soft, malleable belly of Cliff, “are you spotted ones always such troublemakers?” Cliff opened his mouth to ask what the problem was, only for the wand’s round tip to jab deeper into his belly, forcing the wind out of him. “Eating perfectly-viable egg-layers! I give you a reasonable existence, feed you, give you shelter.” King Froggy shuffled in his royal throne cushion seat, his own full active stomach giving a gurgle. “And yet, you lot just can’t help yourself.” He brought his wand back up and fondled the tip with a free flipper. “You know, of course, what I have to do now.”

“No… please!” Cliff begged, bringing his hands together up in front of his snout, remaining on his knees. “Please don’t eat me!”

“Hm?” King Froggy gave a sideways glance to Cliff, then smirked. “Oh, I won’t be eating you, no matter how fat and delectable you went and made yourself.” King Froggy licked his lips and patted his own stretched belly. “I’m still working on a rather cowardly, plump member of your species and don’t have the room for someone your size.” Cliff felt a moment’s relief, until the tip of his snout felt the cool rounded tip of a wand. “No, you’ll be fed to someone else instead.” The grin on the sated frog stretched wider just as his belly churned, and a rather not-painless cry of despair uttered out from inside. Cliff shivered, and King Froggy’s cheeks puffed out before the dripping maw opened wide before Cliff, who thought the king had changed his mind and would dine on the yoshi this very moment! But instead, King Froggy let out a satisfied croak of air, and a mostly-digested yoshi boot splatted against Cliff’s soft gut and landed on the floor. “Hope you enjoyed your last yoshi meal. I certainly did.”

“No… n-no!” Cliff whined, climbing to his feet and turning to run. But there was little hope in escaping a magic spell, and seconds later he felt that familiar tingle. He’d just made it to the edge of the throne room doors when he once again was immersed in a bright flash of light, and was gone an instant later.

“Shame, too,” King Froggy sighed, setting his wand down. “He probably made some great yoshies in his stint in the cells.”

“M-mmph…”

King Froggy chuckled, pressing into his belly. “Not much longer to go for you, tasty. Suffer the fate destined for your kind.” He laughed to himself and settled comfortably back on the throne, with the hopes he wouldn’t be disturbed with any more trouble for a while, as he set up to peek in on how Cliff’s execution was going.

*	*	*

Cliff was seeing stars and feeling the humidity. It didn’t take long for the confused yoshi to realize he’d been sent somewhere outdoors, hearing the ocean nearby, feeling the sun beat down on his body. He groaned, then by instinct pressed a hand to his glasses that’d started to slip off his face. Only then was the yoshi clued into the fact that he wasn’t on the ground! With his vision clearing from the teleport and after blinking several times, he found himself staring down a the sandy ground. The large yoshi had been zapped straight into a trap, with a thick rope snagged around his tail. “Wah!” he yelped, swinging and struggling and trying to get himself out of his binding. The words from King Froggy echoed in his mind, and what he saw below made him panic and sway more. At various spots around tropical trees and the hot beach sand, stood obvious remains of yoshies who’d been sent to the same fate in the past. A boot here, a bone there, even a skull or two, shining brightly against the afternoon sun.

“Help!” Cliff called, reaching up to try and free himself from the rope that suspended him some 20 feet off the ground. He kept at it, clumsy digits slipping around the rope and making no progress, until he felt and heard a distant, booming step. That made him freeze and whirl his head around to see where that noise came from. Birds scattered as the loud, foliage-shaking stomps grew nearer, until jungle leaves parted and out popped a familiar-looking head. Cliff’s eyes widened when a large, smiling plessie emerged from the island, her wide body slipping out of the trees with a thick tail swaying behind her. Cliff shivered, knowing exactly who King Froggy sent him, and others, to: She was obviously well-fed, sporting a jiggling bulge down at what Cliff presumed was her stomach. The plessie was at least three times Cliff’s height and twice as wide. Cliff was no small fry himself, and he knew this plessie had grown beyond what a normal plessie would amount to. She had reddish-pinkish scales with a cream-colored underbelly, bearing soft light orange spikes along her head and the edge of her swaying tail. She didn’t have a shred of attire on her, no scarf or anything, sharp claws dotting her extremities as her feet dug into the soft sands of the beach.

Cliff gulped when big, sultry blue eyes turned to look at Cliff, and her smile grew. “Hey big boy,” she said with an air of smugness, voice deep. Cliff couldn’t manage a reply, the scared yoshi once again trying to work at his ropes, all while processing the irony that Vanilla had used those same words. Her chuckle from the yoshi’s antics made him freeze in place again. A slow, ominous growl bubbled up from the plessie’s midsection as she stared, and sniffed, at the offering. “Ooh, you’re a large one. I’ll be eating well today,” she observed, drool starting to leak from a corner of her large mouth.

“N-no, wait!” Cliff’s silence broke. “You don’t have to eat me just because that big dumb frog sent me out here! We can take this island back over! Give it back to the yoshies!” Cliff’s eyes bulged then quivered when he only saw the plessie’s grin widen. “P-please! I’m Cliff, we can work together!” His heart sank when the plessie shook her head.

“Not a chance, Cliff.” She leaned her head forward, Cliff dangling right at eye level, and slopped a big red tongue across the dangling yoshi body. Cliff let out a squeal of fright, left dripping with hot plessie slobber, while she murmured appreciatively at his taste. “I’m Kiwani, since apparently my meal wants to exchanges names.” Cliff tried to interject, only for the tasting tongue scooped him upward, his belly completely encased in the cupped tongue a moment before it slipped away, sending him swinging back and forth, shining in his coat of plessie drool. “And I have no need to change things. I’ve never eaten so good since he took over. That frog sends me tasty treats, and I don’t even have to hunt any more. Just wait for someone like you to snatch up and swallow down, hehe.”

Cliff couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The position he was in! He could only babble an incoherent plead not to be eaten, as Kiwani suddenly lunged forward, jaws wide! Whatever shriek Cliff managed died deep in Kiwani’s mouth, plessie jaws clamping down right around Cliff’s fat, soft stomach. She twitched her head to the side and easily pulled Cliff free, snapping the rope in two and giving him a good shake to slip the loop of his tail. She scrunched her jaws around him a few times and ran her tongue against the stomach pressing to the top of it, murring in pleasure. Cliff cried out over and over, his muffled cries vibrating against her tongue. But, while chewing over her rather large yoshi meal, another idea came to her mind. Large specimens were rare, and why waste an opportunity?

Cliff gasped fresh air when the lips around his form suddenly loosened and he slopped down to the beach, landing on his butt, belly wobbling to a stop. He sat there, stunned but relieved, fresh drool slowly draining off him. He looked forward to see nothing but a sagging, swaying underbelly of the large plessie, a giant foot on either side of him, and he whimpered with her so close. “K-Kiwani, please don’t!”

“Oh don’t worry, my chubby little yoshi,” she replied with a quick lick of her lips. “Ain’t eatin’ you yet. You see, I recently had a fun time with another yoshi. One who, I realize now, smelled something like you!”

Cliff blinked, then remembered who was zapped away right before his eyes not long ago. “W-was it a spotted white yoshi?”

“Yep. And she tasted pretty great, but I didn’t eat her in the end.”

A slight glimmer of hope blossomed in Cliff’s chest. “You let her go?” he asked, and that hope was squashed flat when a booming laugh filled the area.

“Of course not! I had just found a better use for her…”

Vanilla had found herself in the same position Cliff would be, trussed up and left to be plessie chow. She flailed and squealed when Kiwani showed up to eat her, but like Cliff she couldn’t stop the plessie from having her way. She was nothing but a head, chest, and single arm protruding from slurping plessie lips when she let out one last desperate plea for survival.

“I’m pregnant!”

At first, Vanilla thought it’d worked. The lips unsealed around her, and the fattened-up yoshi was dropped to earth, landing flat on her back, staring up at the plessie that was blotting out the sun. “Is that so?” Kiwani had said, her tail gently swaying behind her in anticipation. “Well, I think I can have some real fun with you, that would be rather fitting given what state you’re in,” she grinned. Vanilla had no idea what Kiwani could mean, but cringed when the plessie leaned all the way down, tail up, and slurped up under Vanilla’s sagging stomach, licking over the yoshi’s cloaca and the bulge she possessed proving her pregnancy. Vanilla’s eyes were clenched feeling the heavy tongue taste and slurp at her, only opening when the tasting was apparently done. Kiwani was still obviously standing over her, but Vanilla did hear the large dino take a couple steps. Yet, Vanilla still could not feel the sun.

When Vanilla’s eyes opened, she gasped at what was above her. Kiwani was directly over the yoshi now, tail poised up, and a wide, wet plessie cloaca was poised just over Vanilla’s sprawled, prone form! Vanilla put two and two together, repulsed by what Kiwani had in mind, but had no time to react! Vanilla only managed a loud yoshi wail of terror when Kiwani lowered herself onto the fat yoshi, whose body SCHLP’d into the gaping cloaca easily. The horny plessie murred and wiggling her rear, sinking it lower, forcing the struggling yoshi deeper. Kiwani began to pant, after wiggling her butt back and forth, her nethers pulsating around Vanilla and drawing her chubby body further inward.

Kiwani stood a moment later, leaned forward, panting heavily, tail raised and cloaca actively leaking pre. Vanilla’s pudgy butt and tail were all that remained sticking out those lips, the yoshi yelling for her life with tears in her eyes as she sank closer and closer to the large plessie womb, snout budged up against the entrance. Then the walls tightened all around the pregnant yoshi’s body, Vanilla’s tail SCHLUP’d the rest of the way in. Kiwani moaned hotly as she came, squirting gobs of viscous fluid all over the beach, and Vanilla was completely ingested into the horny large dino. Her fat yoshi form was bunched up together, tail against head, wrapped around her own belly, while Kiwani rode out the rest of her orgasm.

“Ah… there you go, little pregnant yoshi.”

Not a peep could be heard from Vanilla, despite her crying out desperately to be freed. She moaned and struggled for hours, deep in the depths of the plessie who had long-since gone about her business and ignoring the yoshi inside her. Not long after, sticky fluid began invading the womb, and Vanilla, who’d nearly passed out from exhaustion, was roused just in time to find her swimming in the fluid! It stung and roiled about her, and the yoshi renewed her cries to be let out. But Kiwani was fast asleep (and had no intention of doing so anyway), smiling away in her slumber while Vanilla was slowly digested alive.

“You… that…” Cliff stammered, pointing lamely at the sloshy bulge that he now realized was under Kiwani’s stomach. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard the plessie say what she did to Vanilla, but the evidence was obvious.

“Oh you better believe it,” she ended, stepping forward over the sitting Cliff and exposing her wide nethers to the terrified yoshi. “And guess where you’re going now?” Kiwani murmured in anticipation and placed a large clawed foot down on the edge of Cliff’s tail. He barely noticed, the yoshi staring up at the cloaca dangling above him, realizing that he was clearly going to suffer the same fate as Vanilla.

“Noooo!!!” he cried as Kiwani sat down on the big fat orange yoshi. He immediately sank up to his hips in the drooling cloaca that clamped down and around his own yoshi-enhanced stomach. “Mmmmmph!” he squealed, feeling the walls tighten all around him, thinking he was about to become nothing but a sloshing stew of cum, much like what had happened to Vanilla some days before.

Kiwani, though, had other plans. The yoshi was going to be food, but first, he’d give her quite the ride! With so much pent up within her, the plessie had found the perfect toy with which to give herself a sweet, extended release. Cliff was too terrified to notice he was anything more than a glorified stand-in for plessie cock, Kiwani slowly rising up until his chest was exposed, then sinking back down over his wide girth, over and over. Loud, heavy SCHLOP, SCHLRP, SCHLORKs rang out across the beach while Kiwani mated with Cliff in about the only way a plessie could with a yoshi, already feeling the explosive orgasm creeping up on her. With so much to give, it wasn’t taking much to rile up the plessie! Cliff, knowing his doom was near and thinking he was going to end up digested in the womb, felt nothing but panic and horror running through his mind, unable even to flail his tail or legs, with the former pinned and latter splayed awkwardly across the sand. His generous stomach wobbled every time it escaped, and his breath was sucked away from him when it was compressed back into the cloaca, which now oozed pre all over his body, making him groan in disgust.

Kiwani let drool freely drip from her lolled-out tongue, inching closer to climax. She stood with a bit of wobble to her gait, leaning forward and backing up slowly. Cliff was held tight by her inner walls, only his plump undertail, flaccid cock, and limp tail hanging out her cloaca. His stomach was squashed tight and held in place, making his breaths short and frantic, worse when pre flooded all around him as the plessie was about to burst. Kiwani angled her and Cliff’s rumps towards a large rock wall that sat near the water. Then with a lick of her lips she thrust backwards, pressing Cliff’s malleable butt up against the rock, with her own soft backside folding around him. “A-ahhhh!” she groaned, Cliff’s wailing head squelching right into her womb, a veritable ocean of femcum spurting free as a result. Cliff was awash in the pounds of fluid as it rushed by him, the yoshi having naught but tail freed from the clasping embrace of Kiwani’s nethers. He felt something buffet his snout and head while the flood of femcum burst out of Kiwani in loud, splurting waves, the viscous stuff flowing all around Cliff and raining down the rock side. Kiwani pulled away from the rock and continued cumming, her bulging underbelly slowly receding as she emptied out what remained of Vanilla all over the beach. Eventually, Cliff’s squealing body was released, muscles unclenching, and he was unceremoniously slopped out of Kiwani, carried along by the musky waves of cum. SPLOTCH! He landed in a daze on his back, looking up to see the clutching lips of the cloaca still splurting out more femcum, until at last the plessie’s orgasm subsided. Cliff laid there, barely able to move, his fat body shining with all the femcum all over him, and only the occasional lap of ocean waves worked to cleanse him.

“That…” Kiwani breathed, her claws nestled into the waters as she kept her tail hefted, “was great.” She sighed and shuddered deep as one last bit of cum forced its way out, and Cliff groaned as it drizzled him. “Mmm… Thank you, my fat yoshi, for that lovely experience. And you freed your friend too, hehehe.” Cliff rolled his head to one side, vision clearing, glasses miraculously still resting atop his snout. When his eyes focused, he let out a frightened squeal, and pressed himself up against the stained rock face. Laying beside him, being slowly drawn into the ocean with every little wave, was half a yoshi skull, surrounded by the tattered remains of a familiar brown boot. All that was left of the digested Vanilla slowly worked out into the ocean waters, never to be seen again.

Cliff hyperventilated, trying to inch around the rock face to get back to land, to escape. But he looked up when the large plessie rounded, pulling her rump away from view and showcasing Cliff once more her large, wide, now-growling stomach. Kiwani sloppily licked her lips and leaned down to face the quivering yoshi eye to eye. “Of course, with that fun time over with, I’m afraid I’m just starving.”

“No!” Cliff exclaimed, turning tail and trying to flee. But a sharp pain at the base of his tail, tip slapping against something warm and wet, made his heart sink: Plessie lips locked around his tail completely, and he was yanked up, the yoshi’s legs kicking pathetically as he scrambled his arms similarly, begging to be let go. He cringed and whined when the tongue of the plessie pressed up and around the underside of his tail, the cum-stained yoshi being further-coated in oozing, hot saliva as he was tasted and sampled. His cries turned more frightful when he heard, and felt, just how much Kiwani was enjoying the thick yoshi flavor. She waddled her way out of the ocean waters to get back on the beach proper, never stopping tasting and suckling on the fat yoshi tail embedded in her jaws. “Just let me go!”

Then, unexpectedly, the lips parted and Cliff toppled forward. He windmilled his arms but only fell a couple feet. His head bobbed forward, body caught by the hungry plessie, both claws holding him up under his wide belly. He tried to move, but Kiwani’s grasp on him left his arms, legs, and tail useless, only able to wiggle about in the open air. She squeezed her sharp claws into the yoshi’s hide, which was thick enough to prevent any real damage, but nevertheless felt quite uncomfortable. “Such a thick, fattened-up yoshi. Soft and tender,” Kiwani commented, Cliff hearing her tongue glide across her lips. She lifted the wiggling yoshi up to eye level, his chubby tail flailing up and down, side to side, in an effort to topple out of her grasp down to the beach. She leaned forward and dragged her own thick wet tongue up the exposed underside, Cliff yelping in fright feeling the slow drag. She tasted from the rolls of underbelly chub, up between his legs and across his rear. He shivered as the tongue cupped around the entirety of his backside, slipping past his ballsac without a care, only leaving when the tongue flickered up and away from his prone tail tip, snatches of slobber raining down on his back. Kiwani didn’t need to say a word, her own empty stomach now doing the talking. Grrrrrwwwwwwnn…

“Don’t… don’t!” Cliff begged. He was turned around to face the hungry pink plessie head-on, a drooling mouth going back to licking lips and staring down at him with wanting, hungry bright blue eyes. Cliff whimpered when he heard a follow-up groan from the belly below, his butt dripping with freshly-applied drool. He tried to call out, but a fresh tight squeeze from the plessie’s claws reduced it to a wheezy whine of despair. Kiwani chuckled and felt into the soft expansion that was Cliff’s gut, licking her lips one last time.

“So glad you got on the king’s bad side. Otherwise I wouldn’t have this feast of a yoshi to devour.” Kiwani tightened her grip around Cliff’s doughy belly, and her eyes fluttered closed. Cliff himself flailed and whined loudly when her jaws parted open before him, fishy stale breath buffeting his senses as the full expanse of plessie maw came into view. Long, thick strands of slobber connected top and bottom lip, and that tongue Cliff was overly familiar with lolled out of her gaping jaws, exposing the fleshy insides and twitching gullet. He tried to lean away but his awkward position only let him raise his head up and back, but Cliff couldn’t tear his gaze from what would be his demise.

“NO! Please, please pleeease!” Cliff exclaimed, wriggling futilely with limbs and tail flailing around, Kiwani’s jaws stretching open to the point where he couldn’t even see those closed eyes. She ‘ahhhh’d and brought Cliff up to her mouth, guiding him past her lips with a dripping line of drool pouring over Cliff, the viscosity pulling his glasses away. They dripped to the beach, leaving the nearsighted yoshi blind to all but the pulsating hungry plessie mouth before him.

“Don’t eat meeeee!!!”

CHLMPH!

Kiwani’s lips smacked closed around the front half of the terrified orange fat yoshi. Cliff’s muffled whines had nothing on the loud, pleasured murmurings of the hungry plessie finally enjoying her plump yoshi snack. She kept her claws up against the plump belly still mostly hanging out from her jaws, letting her tongue get to work tasting and sampling the squealing yoshi again and again. Cliff’s arms were buried in the maw, fists locked between slick lips, seen clenching and unclenching over and over. The yoshi kicked his feed futilely, while Kiwani massaged around the over-fed tummy she was about to enjoy. Plessie drool coated Cliff’s head and chest completely, excess flowing out and down his large body. Her eyes opened but remained lidded, big tail swaying back and forth in pure pleasure. Her lips would smack open occasionally, tongue working in tandem to toss the scared Cliff about in her jaws, each closing catching him in the blind darkness of the hungry plessie’s mouth. “So–” CLTCH “–ne, help mee–” SMCK, SQSH, SQULTCH “–eee!”

Kiwani’s lips curled into a happy smile, running her tongue under Cliff, pressing it up against his thick belly, drawing him a little further in with every opening and closing of her jaws. She murmured, vibrating all over the terrified Cliff, and clutched her jaws particularly tight, forcing the wind out of him. He gasped for breath even as things brightened when the mouth yawned open wide. The plessie tipped her head back, and the fat yoshi slowly slid inward, straddling the tongue, limbs limp from the exhaustive tasting and slurping. The glasses-free yoshi could just make out the pitch-black gullet squelching open in front of him, drawing a fresh squeal of terror from the large orange yoshi. Kiwani chuckled, closing her jaws slightly, then opening wide and lurching her head up. Cliff gasped and wailed as nothing stopped his bloated body from slipping forward! He thrust his arms ahead and tried to plant them against the slippery throat flesh but failed, his final scream cut off when Kiwani, mouth agape, swallowed. GLOURP! 

Cliff’s protests fell silent to all but him, head and upper body thrust straight down the throat, bulging the neck. His breath failed again when his upper stomach squished audibly down into the throat, leaving nothing but his lower belly, wobbling ass, thick tail, and limp, splayed legs sticking up and out of the gullet. His tail was pressed up against the back of the throat, arching, leaving a wide-open-mouthed Kiwani with the liberty to get one last taste. Her tongue drew up against Cliff’s belly, and slowly worked its way left to right. SCHLRRRRK! Cliff whined hard, leg twitching, feeling the slobbery large tongue sift over the ripples of belly fat and glided over his cloaca and cock, balls scrunched to his tail. The tongue fell forward limp, long viscous strands of slobber keeping yoshi and tongue connected briefly. Cliff heard a powerful grumble from below, and couldn’t help but squeal as loud as he could, which barely came out as a muffled cry.

Smiling sensually, Kiwani slowly closed her mouth, and Cliff felt the tongue press up against his lower body…

GLOURK!!

Kiwani’s neck swelled generously with the tubby yoshi form, Cliff the yoshi swallowed whole and alive! The sounds of smaller gulps and stretching scales permeated the beach, plessie tail swaying, devoured yoshi wailing. His fat bulges started to slip away, only to return when the plump yoshi was mercilessly squeezed into the already-roiling belly. A heavy slosh sounded out, Kiwani’s stomach swollen with yoshi. She licked her lips, stance splayed to let her belly sway, sprawl, then settle. Then her cheeks puffed out, and the plessie formed a fist with a claw and smacked her lower chest. Her lips parted and an elongated, satisfied burp peeled past rippling lips, spewing stale air and saliva everywhere. “Ooh, now that’s the size of yoshi I could get used to,” she murred deeply, plessie lips getting a fresh coat of saliva as she loudly licked and smacked them.

Cliff was having a considerably less good time. His scaly body was compressed in on itself, with his head and tail bent up against the oozing stomach lining and pressed against his own back. His soft squishy belly, and plump soft rear, were compressed and splayed outward, making it hard to breathe in what was already an environment conducive to anything but! He made muffled whines, the fat orange dino exhausted from the ordeal. Even if he had his glasses there was nothing to see in the pitch-black plessie stomach, with warm moving walls pushing in on him, straining his trapped limbs and body, coating him in itchy stomach acids that were actively churning and burgling about him. He even felt solid somethings compressed against his scales, softened bones and remains of yoshies past who were eaten and digested by the presently-placated plessie predator.

“Help… m-me…” he whimpered.

But all the devoured yoshi got was a lengthy bath in a vat of ever-rising digestive juices. Kiwani, her duties and tasty meal and more completed, waddled her way out towards the ocean, cream-colored yoshi-filled belly swaying side to side. It bobbed against her knees and was plainly visible under her upraised tail, nethers still stained with remnants of her own cum. The soothing waters of the ocean cleansed her, and soon enough she was flat along the surface, eyes and snout peeking up along with her back and tail, swaying and swimming around the island. Kiwani was free to depart at any time, though she was wont to stick around the island with a delicious guaranteed food source. As such, Kiwani swam around the island, slowly and gradually, going back to picking off the occasional yoshi who dared try to escape King Froggy’s island.

Despite how wonderful the meal was, the plessie forgot about the devoured yoshi within the hour. Cliff remained nothing but a hefty protruding bulge in her stomach, which gently shifted left and right to her gait, all of it underwater, muffled gurgles occasionally breaching the water’s surface. His whimpering head finally sank under the nearly-filled-to-the-brim stomach, acids bubbling away at fresh meat, leaving nothing but his swollen lower belly and plump yoshi rear sticking out of the fluid. But even his most buoyant parts sank under, and the roiling throes of digestion really set to work on the devoured yoshi. It took a few days, but Cliff was digested away, leaving a few pounds of added weight to Kiwani’s belly and backside, tail thickening to compensate. A yoshi that large was always bound to leave behind something! In more ways than one in fact, when some time later, deep underwater, Kiwani loosed a thick, bubbly belch, and Cliff’s shining skull toppled from her jaws and floated about the ocean, until it found a place to settle somewhere in the depths below.

But there was no time for the plessie to ponder who that had been. There was another bad yoshi who was tied up on the island, awaiting her execution. And Kiwani was never late for her appointments.

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“Mmm… finally gone,” King Froggy croaked, pressing both flippers not-at-all gently into the wobbling mass of belly he sported. It’d taken some time, but Yosher lost his battle and his game was over: The plump green would-be hero was digested away to nothing, leaving layers of fat on the king he sought to overthrow. King Froggy, pressing into his malleable belly, licked his lips and reminisced about the chubby Yosher’s demise, and was happy to have enough hunger to personally devour future dissidents. 

And so the island remained in the dominion of King Froggy and his monstrous crew. Occasional sparks of rebellion were quickly snuffed out (or swallowed down). Word would soon spread that the place was nothing but a glorified tourist attraction for any and all who wished to sample the fruity taste of yoshi. King Froggy welcomed any creatures willing to sample the population, or experiment and see if they could help accelerate the breeding programs he’d instilled.

Would King Froggy’s reign ever come to an end, to restore the former state of the island? Only time will tell! In the interim, King Froggy continued his work to maintain a steady supply of yoshi prey, keeping those allied with him content, while also maintaining what has become his own personal diet!