The Devil’s Workshop
By Lutro
Everything was in a haze. Mimi, Sora, and Kari’s heads spun as they awoke one after another, backs flat against a concrete floor. “Wh… Where are we?” Mimi stuttered, adjusting her hat and glancing around, limbs feeling watery and weak. The other two joined in her investigating, which didn’t take long. They appeared to be in a large, vacant workshop of some kind: Several long tables were strewn about, with tools lining the walls. Their voices echoed slightly as the ceiling stretched far above, and the whole place had the vague scent of sawdust.

“I dunno,” Sora stated, rising to her feet with a wince and heading to a nearby window. “...Nowhere near the city, that’s for sure.” The other two flowed up silently next to Sora and also looked. They saw an empty parking lot followed by a long stretch of empty field, with the city off in the distance.

“What are we doing here? Weren’t we… uh… looking for something? Someone?” Kari strained her memory, but everything from the past few days was a blur. She had vague recollections but nothing concrete. Looking to the other two girls, it was clear she wasn’t alone. The three girls tried to gather their bearings, as a fourth figure peeked over to the gathered trio from a nearby break room.

“Perfect, they’re awake.” DemiDevimon hummed to himself in glee, hovering a couple feet off the ground. “And the reformations seem to have made them quite forgetful!” He peeked backwards to a table, where he’d place three steaming bowls of soup. “Still, can’t hurt to stack the odds in my favor, ha ha!” The digimon’s stomach growled at the smell of the hot soup, returning his gaze to the confused digi-destined. He licked his lips. “Steady, now, DemiDevimon. You’ll have your meal after you’ve had your fun with them.” The digimon didn’t waste any more time, opening the door and flapping his little wings in quick succession, sending the soup’s aroma wafting out into the workshop proper.

Mimi was the first to notice, with her head pointed up in the air and then turning towards the scent. “Say, do you girls smell something?” she asked. The other two nodded and turn, their own empty bellies singing to them. “Hey! I know that guy!” she recognized DemiDevimon, grinning and flapping toward them, the digimon’s eyes bearing kindness and welcoming.

“I’d hope so, ladies. I’m your friendly neighborhood DemiDevimon! And I have something for you! It’s been a long night and you all must be starving. Come on!” He beckoned, then flew back to the break room, the girls looking to each other a moment before following. They entered and saw the big bowls of soup, one for each of them, on the table. “Go on then, dig in! I’ve had my fill already,” he lied. The girls thanked him, stomachs taking over thought due to their blurred memories.

DemiDevimon slowly circled the trio as they gulped the soup down. Excellent. Once they’re done the Mushrooms of Forgetfulness I mixed in should make them clean slates! Then I’ll… He let out a little purr as the ballsack dangling below his body twitched and member started to grow. Unlike the girls, he vividly remembered cramming the digi-destined one after another into his needy cock. Then later ejecting them all over the foliage. This time, however, he had a belly to fill. And before that, he wanted to plump his prey up! The soup did little to accomplish this, but DemiDevimon had something else in mind. Something to sate his other needs while also fattening the girls up.

Sora, Mimi, and Kari ate furiously at first, but by the time they were done they were almost robotic in their motions, scooping soup into a spoon and taking small bites. When finished they simply sat there. DemiDevimon took his cue and landed on the table, not minding his member slapping against it as he looked upon the three with lust in his eyes. “Alright, girls. It’s me, your master!” he wrote into their blank memories. With glee, he saw them nod in unison. “I want you to...” He looked around, peering outside the break room, and grinning. “Strip. Get all those clothes off, then head out into the larger room that way,” he pointed. The digimon smiled serenely as they did what they were told, removing any and all articles of clothing they had on. Shoes and socks went first, hats and shirts followed. DemiDevimon leered when Sora and Kari leaned down to pull their pants off, Mimi pulling her dress up over her head. The three then lowered their panties and left them on the floor, before quietly heading out the workshop and standing still, awaiting their next order from their master.

“We’re ready for you,” Kari called, the digimon fluttering out and drooling on the spot. He got to it at once, cock fully erect from watching them strip down. It wasn’t nearly as big as when he used it to swallow them, being more proportionate to his size. The digimon wanted to feel as much of them as possible. DemiDevimon clasped Mimi by the shoulders and half-drag, half-led her to the edge of the table, pressing her bare torso against it. The tall girl leaned down, leaving her naked rear in the air, the digimon perching with his talons on either exposed cheek. He massaged his twitching shaft up into the cheeks, Mimi letting out a groan while the other two simply watched. Then with a feral growl he lifted up back with his cockhead pointed right at Mimi’s rear, and slammed home, spreading her anus wide and pressing in with a lustful murmur. Mimi squealed and moaned, cheeks flushing red feeling more and more of the needy shaft squeeze into her.

DemiDevimon humped deeply, the sounds of his cock shclurping in and out of Mimi’s rear, soon able to fully sheathe his dick deep into her. The sounds of balls slapping against skin echoed up in the high-ceiling’d workshop, DemiDevimon grunting and thrusting, clasping hard to Mimi’s buttcheeks as he rutted her. Kari and Sora stared blankly, waiting their turn, watching the balls quiver and shake. The slick shaft slip out and press back in, over and over. DemiDevimon was in bliss, unable to contain his lust and excitement for very long, hardly believing his good fortune. Hot spurts of pre had already spewed from his member, making the tight passage a little more bearable for him and her alike. And after several minutes of tireless humping, he cried out, burying himself deep within and letting loose. DemiDevimon’s tongue hung out as he felt spurt after spurt of digimon cum flow out and fill Mimi. The girl’s hair was askew, Mimi having never stopped moaning, obeying her master, feeling the hot jizz fill her innards with her belly distending from the amount of it. DemiDevimon waited until he finished then pulled out, drizzling member dangling to the ground and dripping in seed.

The digimon purred and licked over the small of Mimi’s back, sampling her flavor. But a quick glance back at the other two girls made him rock-hard again, and he knew he wasn’t going to stop until all three were as filled as Mimi. The rutted girl panted and recovered quietly, having been given no more orders. Kari, however, took a step forward at the beckoning of DemiDevimon’s talon. “That’s right, right next to your friend here,” he grinned, shaft horizontal and twitching in need. “Open wide.” Kari did as commanded, eyes closing, mouth opening, tongue hanging out as she “ah”’d. DemiDevimon let out a hungry growl and closed in, talons latching to her head and cock sinking between Kari’s jaws and across her tongue. The digimon didn’t give Kari any more instruction, too lost to his lust to do so. He’d initially intended on taking things slower but he wanted her now. 

Glaring down past Kari’s head at her rear, and peering to the other two, he face-fucked Kari hard, thrusting his body in short humps while clinging to her her head. Kari gagged but managed to breathe through her nose, lips locked around the digimon cock sliding across her tongue and forcing her to swallow around it. The tip bulged out Kari’s throat and receded with each hungry hump, Kari sputtering some around the slick member but not resisting. Her eyes rolled and she slumped forward some, DemiDevimon doing all the work.

Not that he minded. It didn’t take as long as last time to start firing pre, the clear liquid sent down Kari’s throat to her belly. DemiDevimon squinted an eye open at Sora. “Y-you,” he grunted, and gave her a command. Sora nodded obediently and walked behind him, reaching up with a bare hand and tickling around his heated, twitching balls. That was all the final motivation DemiDevimon, feeling the massage as his whole shaft was buried in a mouth and throat of his victim. His eyes fell half-lidded as he gripped tight to Kari’s head and humped fast and deep, Kari letting out fitful squeaks each time the balls slapped her chin. Then, with a final thrust, DemiDevimon came again, firing wads of virile cum across Kari’s mouth and into her throat, hearing the girl swallow his load one hefty gulp at a time. He panted with pleasure emptying himself a second time, watching Kari’s belly swell with his seed.

Sora gently massaged the digimon’s balls the entire time, feeling every twitch and twinge they had to offer. DemiDevimon slowly pulled his cock free from Kari’s maw and purred, the massage keeping his dick erect. The girls had left him with quite a lot of endurance from their previous encounter, it seemed. He shakily ordered Mimi and Kari to the break room, to wait for lunch, before turning to Sora. “And you. On your back, on the table,” he purred lustfully. Sora blinked once, then hopped up onto the table, warm from Mimi having been laid over it prior. She laid back, all limbs splayed, ripe for the taking. DemiDevimon didn’t need an invitation, fluttering down and landing, giving his wings a rest. His cocktip teased over Sora’s pussy just a moment before he pushed in with a lewd squelch. He never took his eyes off the groaning digi-destined before him, licking his lips and imagining just how scrumptious the three would taste in just a little while.

DemiDevimon humped away madly, Sora laying there and taking it, her blank mind only revealing the digimon as her master and this behavior as standard. Her body jiggled with each thrust, already feeling DemiDevimon’s hot pre decorating her insides. Balls slapped to her thighs as the greedy digimon rutted her proper, eyes glued to her breasts, tongue hanging out carelessly. Minutes went by as DemiDevimon had his way for the third and final time, the sounds of sex reverberating all about him and driving him further. He ogled over Sora’s limp form as he drove his throbbing cock home over and over, before the head flared and he murred and delight. Powerful streams of his off-white jizz plowed into Sora, the digimon humping lightly with each new spurt. He watched the belly extend in real time, licking his lips hotly while emptying his balls into her.

“Now… go join your friends,” he ordered, pulling out and letting his member finally soften. He watched Sora shakily stand and waddle away, her and the other digi-destined now pleasantly plump for DemiDevimon to enjoy. The digimon followed after and got all three to sit on the table, shutting the door behind him. “Finally,” he purred, belly growling noisily. Kari raised an eyebrow at the sound. DemiDevimon began to glow, a sinister look in his eyes, the digimon growing before the girls. 

“What… what’s happening?” Mimi asked dumbly, as DemiDevimon soon took up half the break room with his bulk, his body now bigger than the three plumped-up girls combined.

“What’s happening is that it’s time for lunch, girls,” DemiDevimon answered, drooling. He could see either the reformation effects or the Mushrooms of Forgetfulness were straining. Not much could prevent a being from preventing their own demise. It was too primal to wipe out. DemiDevimon couldn’t care less, though: He had them cornered.

“No… wait,” Kari murmured, extending a hand limply up, sandwiched between Mimi and Sora on the table. The digimon’s jaws parted, drool strands breaking and reforming, revealing the wide, cavernous maw to the trio. “Stop...” Mimi uttered, both hands extended futilely. DemiDevimon’s tongue lolled out, inches away from his tasty targets. “D-don’t eat me…!” Sora said, a little more forceful than the other two.

But it was too late. DemiDevimon’s jaws arched over the slowly-coming-to girls, saliva decorating the trio, before the maw slammed down over their midsections. DemiDevimon purred in delight as his tongue mashed up against their protesting bodies, faces, and especially breasts, leaving their plump bellies pressed up against his pursed lips. Drool seeped out between them all as he rolled onto his back, leaving six legs dangling limp, twitching, starting to kick. He eyed over what he could see of his meal and purred, tongue rubbing up delightfully against all their breasts at once, pressing the girls to the roof of his mouth. He suckled and slurped for several moments,  delight lighting up on his features as DemiDevimon devoured the digi-destined.

The digimon lewdly slurped more of his meal inward like a set of thick squirming noodles. The three slid, to their growing horror, towards the gaping gullet that twitched in their presence. They moaned as their plump bellies squeezed between furry lips, Sora gasping as some spent digi-jizz squeezed out of her snatch. DemiDevimon gummed over the girls’ butts as they slid past his lips, murring in delight, sticking his tongue out to slurp and taste over them, as well as between their legs. Said legs were kicking fitfully now, the girls knowing that they were fighting for survival, no effects or fungi able to prevent them.

All the better for DemiDevimon, loving to feel them squirm and protest. He lapped around their rear ends and between their legs a fair bit, before widening his jaws suddenly. The girls screamed collectively as they tumbled deeper, the rest of their bodies slipping past the threshold. DemiDevimon grinned and slammed his jaws shut, squeezing them up against the roof of his mouth with his active, drool-soaked tongue. The thick muscle never rested, leaving Mimi, Sora, and Kari no peace, their bodies coiled, swished from one cheek to the other, and coated in drool over and over. They tried bracing themselves, against the tongue, the cheek, the roof, or themselves, but there wasn’t a dry surface to be found. Everywhere was slick, their bodies thrust together by DemiDevimon suddenly. Not one inch their bodies were left unexplored, untasted, the digimon aiming to get as much enjoyment out of this as possible.

Drool leaked from the digimon’s lips. His tongue slithered between all three. The base of the tongue rubbed against their scrumptious breasts. The edge slipped up to enjoy the flavors of their rear ends. And the tip continually swung from one digi-destined to the next, sliding up between their naked legs and pressing up to their pussies. DemiDevimon was nearly overwhelmed by the flavor, only brought down to earth when his belly issued a loud, demanding growl. He ignored it for a few minutes more, leaving the whimpering, squealing girls to suffer in his jaws as he extracted as much flavor as possible from them.

Eventually, however, hunger won out. DemiDevimon smiled serenely as he wrapped his tongue around all the kicking legs and drug the digi-destined deep, continuing to rub his tongue up against their plumped-out bodies as much as he could. Kari squealed and slammed her eyes shut. Sora braced her hands forward, which only accomplished her being the first to reach the gullet. Mimi shivered and continually whispered “don’t eat me” over and over again. But the tongue pressed onward, the three tipping over the back of the tongue into the throat. DemiDevimon heard their collective squealing come to a sudden halt as he tilted his head up and back and ate the girls alive. UH-GLURK!! One loud, wet, squelching gulp was all it took to swallow them whole, the girls’ singular, squirming bulge quickly appearing on the lower half of DemiDevimon, the digi-destined’s journey to the stomach a quick one. 

They were dumped in and finally able to separate, though there wasn’t too much room in the growling, glorping stomach. The three ended up huddled together in the pitch-black digimon belly as stomach fluids began to seep from the walls. Sopping-wet in saliva and soon to be coated with the acids of the belly, the three stood no chance. That didn’t stop them from wailing, all effects of the mushrooms and previous reformations gone, all pleading and begging to not be digested.

DemiDevimon laid there on his back, his belly distorting and roiling before him. He smacked his lips and sighed, sneering down at the squirming, squealing meal he devoured. “You’re all gonna make some great digi-fertilizer,” he taunted, smacking his talon against his belly and pressing into the various bulges he sported. Each time he did he heard a corresponding yelp or cry, the digimon sneering as he did so. The digi-destined were his now. Forever. “Then when you all come back… we’re gonna do this all over again!” He cackled, putting a second talon to his distended underside and squeezing tenderly. The girls collectively squealed muffled cries, hearing their doom sealed as DemiDevimon’s words were understood. They continued to cry out before the sounds of digestion overpowered their voices, and before too long all the digimon had as company was the sounds of his own stomach churning away at his latest meal. Let Myotismon have the city. DemiDevimon had everything he needed right here in this workshop.