Doomed Treasure Trap


Written by Septia.


“Enough of this,” Sigma huffed and leapt out of hiding, presenting himself in the middle of the room. 
	Arezou raised an eyebrow. “Seems that, someone… forgot how hide and seek works.” 
	“You're clearly the expert on that front, rotting away in a this chest for the depths knows how long, when's the last time you went out to meet someone on equal footing, huh?” Sigma retorted with a decisive step forward. 
	Shadow watched as Arezou’s expression shifted. 
	“It is… rich, to be lectured by an imp.” 
	Sigma crossed his arms and grinned. “It is the only riches you'll get that'd be of any use to you:” 
	Arezou's shaft limped, though a smile curled at her lips. 
	“There's one thing we have in common, demon,” she said, waltzing towards Sigma, “We're both trapped, though your cage brings you with it wherever it goes.” Her eyes honed in on the bale of treasure Shadow hid behind. 
	“Think you are scaring me?” Sigma cried out and launched a fist at her chest. -Twwmp- caught by her palm. Another jab, -Twwmp- met with the same treatment. 
	“Soon enough,” she mused. The flicker of silver blazed from her hands, consuming Sigma's arms. 
	Sigma Thrashed, kicking at the demoness, heaving his body against her hold, moment by moment he lost sensation in his arms, then it spread to his legs. He watched her face contort in joy, fingers brushing across him, folding his legs behind his head, followed by his arms – making him into a living piece of origami, his skin moulded into a plush texture that fluffed up in Arezou's grasp, as the orbiting gleam crept ever closer to his head he felt her sculpt and stretch out his legs flat, melding them together, thumbs poking back his horns which slated with his head. 
	“A shoddy pair, lets hope your mettle keeps you sturdy.” 


Sigma blinked awake, seeing a wall of coins, slowly sinking in front of him. Wait, he was being raised? 
	“Mmfs, just a bit…” Arezou grunted above him. He felt his insides clasping over a supple membrane, how his face stretched out as the demon pried him open… -Snntch- He snapped back, and realised where he was. 
	From his vantage point, Shadow got a full view of the umber hued diaper clinging around Arezou's middle, its rim the same coal black as Sigma's hair, and around back a glimpse of caricature of his protector's face. 
	“Pha, comfy, but all but fashionable,” Arezou said with her palms flat against her rear, shuddering as a -Gbrbrstllsh- boils of her gutters speeding through with raising amplitude. -Ppfwrrbbrrwwth- released in a guttural trumpetting blow of smog, the smog plumping up the Sigma diaper to a dome, gradually deflating as the vapours filtered out in dark stacks around the seams. “Pheuchk, seems the scent of filthy worms doesn't improve after a thorough brewing, do they?” She asked with a shake of her rear, Sigma bobbing against her cheeks.”I doubt you'll hold, though, mm, desperation warrants sacrifices.” 


Arezou bent forwards, her stomach a dangling overstuffed udder angling with her shaft, an arm raised to clutch it in a firm grasp, with an accompanying grunt. -Gbbrlglshs- The bile stored within gave off a growl, shifting downwards at Sigma's dismay. -Bbreppspth- a plume of ash infused fog bubbled out into his texture. -Spffc- -Chrlllrrght- The flatulence suddenly plugged by a crinkle and churn of hot porridge. 
	“Mmwfrs, if it isn't the hero, as eager to get out as she was to hop right into the oven,” Arezou mused between coos, sensing her pucker broadening from cherry, to plumb, to to the width of a grapefruit, her tongue lolling out her lips in a serene moan of relief, as her rear warped around the batch of molten adventurer. 
	Sigma felt the bulk bump against him, only a few cents out from the protruding, undulating ring of flesh, stretched to its limits by the bale of auburn dough. -Hhrslltlsh- the surface smooth and supple right down to its core, a density of congealed yogurt with imperfections polished off by the oscillating motion of her escape hatch. -Chhrllslgh- -Chhrsllgpsh- The brim played taut against the surface of sludge as a bow against a violin, the music muffled form the outside world, yet amplified for Sigma, the tune glueing to his mind as the bile billowed forth, compressing against his skin. Outside the outline of the initial load was visible, worming out to tent the centre of the diaper, the padding retracting as the mulch sprawled out in the pressure, building up towards the bottom, though as a breathing ribcage, the diaper tented once more, retracting to compile and hug the loaf of bile down the reaches of the garments, each one echoing with the slough of shovelling manure -Chrllthwwp- -Chhrlltpshs-. 
	“Holding up back there, her bravery is was commendable, judgingmmm, by how congested my intestines feel, all that candour has converted right into fudge. “Mmftpptsh.” -Pprwweerthhth-bllrlth- A burbling volley of flatulence snuck through the oncoming avalanche of grime, Sigma rippling through his padding as the yellow smog baked inside him, reeking of burned leather boiled in honey glazed rubber and mouldy hay. Sigma's face distorting in an array of expressions, swelling with the onslaught sloughing out of the pucker, -Shhglllrt- distending him by an arms length around the compacted bulges of chocolate stuffing. 
	“Phew, has to be the reason, why else would such ammd, a sweet little flower… end up as this gratuitous amount of fertilizer?” Arezou questioned the ballooning garment, her words coated in sadism, which occasionally broke through her relieved countenance


Sigma's mind was spinning, invaded by the redolence of the demonic mortar, manifesting as an odour of walnut vinegar and mushroom ashes – contorting, engorging frame was all that barricaded the bulk of the former mercenaries from flooding out in a mudslide. His lower regions bloated in the guise of a sack of cement. -Chhrsb- -Bbrrwth- Yet, the bile kept creaking out of Arezou's brim, crinkling his frame and as the colon magma was funnelled higher, towards the top of it. -Chhrlslthhffht- -Chhrlstgp- -Cxhllsrh- A Crinkle and strain of old drying glue pried apart resounded from the black brim of the diaper, peeling off of Arezou's ass with a web of grime filaments tethering the plastic and skin. Inside laid coiling, obese snakes of umber tar, radiating their putrid stench as they shifted higher. Furrows separated the tangled lumps, throughout this all faded as the mud melded into one another. -Chrlpsth- Now and then a chunk of molten steel or tarnished lather surfaced from boils in the chocolate manure, connected by vines of waste phlegm back to the droves of coiling dungsnakes. Their rim in the sun not long as the manure constantly shifted, bubbled and churned, swallowing them back into its depth. 
	“Mfmms, phaa, Got your friends back now, that was your plan huh? You accomplished as much confronting amems, fph haa, as you would have if you cried in the corner, how that mgm, that feel imp? Ooofs, mmgs, oh hold on, this is a naughty one…” Arezou sunk her fingers into her stomach, kneading around the droves of chub budding up between the interspace of her digits. “Tabia, was it? The one who fisted me? Seems she is trmm, trying the same thing mfms, here,” Arezou cackled, gyrating her hips with small thrusts, groaning as a thick clog of manure wedged through her rim and warped back within her lewd dance of pleasure. 
	“Mfms, phhaa,” she panted, jutting her rear out with a gruelling -Bwbeltlpgh-. Bouts of flatulence boiling up through the mire of muck, welling out the brim of the diaper to match the distended bottom, and with it rose a clog of dense filth, embedded within two bulbs over it laid Tabia's strike gauntlets, their silhouette clear in the sculpture of booty clay. Cross the dents and creases around these silhouette stretched trenches that spiralled out into a marble pattern, the crevices of which sprouted as the mire squeezed upwards, trailing down along the load of filth it had arrived with, which in turn crawled upwards over the surface. 
	“Phaa That cinnamon bun did a number on me, Suppose I'd ought to discard you,” she contemplated, reaching back to grab Sigma's brim. -Chhrlltph- She tugged it tightly onto her back, trapping the load inside the engorged pair. 
	“MM, you really thought I'd let you out that easily? It doesn't seem like you changed at all, you are just so full of it.” She announced, and strained herself, her stomach sinking back, diminishing as she unloaded the coagulated tar. 
	-Pbwbrrtpptsth- Smatters of fart fumes fled her rear at the sound of a whipping rainstorm. The diaper flinched as the rush of manure surged through its texture, inflating past to the size of a couch cushion constantly trembling under the mire stashed within, though it couldn't last. -SPWllthghtsh- The opening pried apart by the force, disgorging glob of reeking demon mud, damp and dreary in a muddy hue of coffee with creases of black as the night sky. The fracture split the mounds into a crackled tile pattern, glistening with the sheen of colon lube intermingled with greasy dirt. These were dense, solid and unrelenting, warping the diaper on their egress down to the floor, in the light of the shimmering surroundings the dunes of bile shone as polished bronze, wafting a stench of alcohol distilled from copper and sewage. -Spbtbsh- -Chrlpth- It piled up in droves of sinking manure, ribs, phalanges and scapulas protruding from the pile, clung to by scraps of armour glued in with the adhesive mulch. 
	Arezou snickered with malice dripping from her voice, eyes gleaming yet her lips strummed as violin-strings by the stimulation. “Oh that reeks worse than the carcass pits back home, and fmsph you were dealing with all of that and more in there, sufsurprse if you weren't in this form, you'd suffocated long ago, why won't you thank me for this mmfs, privileged I have granted you, huh, imp?” The piles reached up to the knees, though her her abdomen contracting steadily to a patch of paudge, Sigma's face depiction on the diaper was contorted by exhausted distress and physically warped the mounds of bile billowing through him. The usual spunk all but drained from his face, reduced to a sewage faulty sewage pipe. 


~ 1 ~


“There…” Shadow whispered, after observing the room for so long, he'd found it. Everything was in motion, the coins trickling along the droves of treasure, but one spot, near the opening, laid static. Which could only mean one thing: an exit. He could get what this mission needed, reinforcements.
	Shadow darted to wards the pit, hand outstretched. 
	“Oooh ho no.” 
	-Ckrklth- The clatter of fallen coins, as the black arm reached out from a pile in his path. Shadow thought fast, and slammed his fist down on his watch… it activated… 
	-Zzzbbrpths- in a flash, he was reduced to a fraction of his size, as tall as a chili-pepper, he'd dodge through the demon's grasp, and land safety o-.” 
	-Chltlyh- A web of silver bars snared around him, dragging him into the drove of riches. 


“That is… neat?” The demon pondered, holding the human in the silver cage suspended from her arm. 
	“Just you wait, You can't kill me, and I'll get out sooner or later, of fat is seaaam-.” 
	Arezou jostled him in the cage. “Silly toy. Though, your attempted escape did teach me something.” She prodded the cage, the metal blossomed open to drop Shadow on the ground. “I should take my opportunity to properly entertain myself and my guests.” She raised a foot, the shadow looming over him, his attempt at escape thwarted as the sole fell onto his form. -Twsspth-. Shqdow quivered, the weight of the sole pinning him to the shifting ground, when she rotated and ground it onto him, he was compressed and smushed from two ends, sandwiched in the stench of saline foot sweat. 
	“Mm, you are quite durable in that form, I'll give you that,” Arezou said with her foot raised, stomping back onto him at full force, grinding him into the ground, which gradually pushing him into the sole. Shadow felt every crevice and imperfection in the smooth skin, the silken touch of the demon's exterior becoming that of sandpaper with the dollops of sticky sweat kneaded into his frame, the stench of oxidation and unearthed lard hooking its tendrils through his nostrils, to make sure he couldn't escape the stench. 
	“Just imagine how your mp friend was holding up compared to this, you can hold out, can't you? Aren't you invincible?” she stomped once more. Shadow felt his face imprinted in the skin for a few moments, Arezou shifting him upwards to her toes, clasping her big toe around his neck in a vice grip, curling him this way and that. “There might even be some truth to it, I've been holding back, yet your head hasn't snapped off, isn't this.” She rolled him back under her sole, mashing and kneading her foot into him, twisting to smush him into her skin and chuckle at his little grunts. 
	“but if what you say is true,” she sat, raising her leg, and peeling Shadow off of her sole with a crinkle and grind of adhesive salt -Chrslllpffth-. “Why, you are the perfect gift, you're someone with infinite perseverance, a constant rebel, is the truth really that sweet?”, she said, holding him close to her lips, an eyelash away from a kiss. -Ahhampgh- she tossed him into her maw. 
	Darkness encroached on Shadow, the slivers of light providing but a faint gleam to the black oil flesh, he felt the ground shift underneath him, then squeeze him into the ceiling. Her tongue swishing underneath him, soaking him in saliva. Pelting him with drool mixing in with the grease he'd accumulated under her foot. The tongue jabbed him against her teeth, then smushed him into her cheek, the chamber warping to his frame and surround in moisture, bobbing his prison as Arezou swished and stirred up saliva to fill his prison. 
	“Mmfs, mp, yuck, aha, got a tint of salt on ya after that excursion underfoot? And yet.” She cooed and shifted him form cheek to cheek, his body rolling between the distending bloats of skin like a pendulum., “I can taste the raw sweetness underneath, a syrup of taboo, a toy that won't break.” She snickered, and clutched around her cheeks. “But if that's true, then you could indeed escape, so, I'll just have to find somewhere safe to stash you…” 


Shadow felt the light before it came, enough to blind him in there damp abyss, the shimmer of silver consuming his feet. He clambered for an escape, though… the numbness the spread was… welcome. After all this stress and pressure, this was… almost a relief… parts of him rejected it, but the more he felt it, themorehe lost agency ofit, the less it mattered. He closed his eyes, feeling his frame swell, morph and contort, lost at the whims of the demon. 


 “Mmf, mmpht…” Arezou mumbled, her left cheek ballooned, with a snicker she plucked a pair of fingers in her mouth, and fished out a Pale beige disk of rubber. She kept pulling, and the disk continued, swelling the more she pulled from her lips, maw contorting around the bulging shape of jellied plastic plucked from her lips. Once it had expanded to its zenith, it became clear. Arezou kept pulling the plug from her maw, till her lips sealed over the tip, and she admired the butt-plug resting in her palm. “Pre lubed and everything, it would be fun if you put up a little fight, once you think?” She snickered and plucked open her diaper, snaking the dildo down her back, trailing a heavy streak of saliva as she guided it to her rear, through the mire of mulch -Chrlsllspth- barricading the way, till the tip met with the brim, and a little twist of the plug let the pucker accommodate, spread and pulsate over the offering. 
	“MFMps, mpgsha, aaah, in you go…” she hummed, stuffing Shadow through the well slicked pit, letting her ass swallow him up and the distended clutched of her rear. 
	“You won't escape, mm, if I do not give you the chance,” she said, and hoisted up her Sigma diaper around him, layers of protection around her favourite toy. 
	-Hururaaallp- She belched carelessly, swatting at her belly pudge.
	“Your final assignment as hired arms, fitting you'd do well as gut chub. Mm, we still have a lot of fun to experience together, dear guests,” she said with a smack of her lips, rubbing over her packed rear, “and that little imp, with his movability has given me some inspiration, perhaps you could take me on a tour of the outside world, hmmm? Aren't you the one with… experience?” 


~ 2 ~


In the crow's former nest, in the prison dungeon left in the midst of looting, there stood a single chest in an obfuscated cage. Its lanthanum embellishment clad in a healthy glow. Its presence in the nest a secret held by the crows. For, by the coming dawn, it would be gone.