Floating through space aboard Tzek'riv's ship, Lleika looked at herself sideways in the mirror before her, which had been installed at her request. She was focused on spotting all of the ways in which her body had changed over the past two months. Her eating habits had certainly changed since she and Tzek'riv met, and it was showing. None of her clothes were fitting properly anymore- her favorite bodysuit could no longer even zip up all the way because she'd gone up at least a cup size or two, and she could barely get it around her hips and thighs. _Everything_ about her had thickened up a bit, she concluded. "Either I need to eat less," Lleika announced, pinching part of her newly-acquired belly, "or I need to exercise more." Tzek'riv looked over to her, raising eyebrow. "Why?" he asked, his natural, hissing speech drawing the sound out a little. "Look at me!" She turned toward him, motioning at her body. "I _swear_ I've gained ten kilos since we met!" Her companion was resting in the middle of his monstrous, coiled tail, like he so often did during their downtime. Tzek'riv grinned at her, flashing his sharp teeth. "Your body just hasn't adjusted yet." "And how long is that supposed to take?" came her exasperated question. "I can barely fit in any of my clothes _now!_" "Then perhaps we should get you something more suitable," he suggests. "Something more... unique." Now it was Lleika's turn to cock an eyebrow at _him_. "Like what?" -- -- -- "Welcome," Tzek'riv announced as the ship dropped back to realspace, "to Vocantae- the hottest planet in the galaxy." It had taken them two days to arrive, and the planet barely looked like a glowing orange orb from this distance. Lleika squinted at it, trying to see if she could make anything out. "Doesn't look like much," she remarked after several seconds. Her companion smirked a bit, but said nothing in response. For most of their approach, she stared at the apparently unchanging orb, utterly unable to make out anything on the planet. It wasn't until they were nearly in orbit that her eyes finally began to pick out the land from the oceans and rivers of molten lava. Lava dominated the the planet; what little land was there dotted the vast oceans of lava. The closer they got to the planet, the more she realized just how many islands were there. While she had originally assumed that there were only a few hundred islands, she soon realized that there were thousands more for every one she had first seen. "Wow." The word seemed to barely pass through her lips. Though she knew that she could never survive on the surface, she couldn't help but to admire its terrifying beauty. "So, what're we doing here?" she finally asked, turning from the window to the pilot's seat. He was bipedal again, like he usually was whenever he was working on the ship. Also like usual, he was completely nude. Lleika had taken up the habit as well, especially recently. "To get you something more suitable, of course." He smirked as he added, "I placed an order for something shortly after we left for here. It should be ready by now." "Am I going to need to get dressed, Tzek?" the Klikor sighed. "Up to you, but don't be surprised if some of the Vocans decide to fuck you." Grumbling, Lleika made her way to their quarters to force herself into a bodysuit. They landed as she came back out, her silvery bodysuit zipped up to just above her navel and leaving all of her gray-and-green scaled cleavage visible. "I _really_ hope that whatever it is we're here for fits me better than _this_." "I dunno," Tzek grinned at her. "I think it fits you perfectly." Lleika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Can we go now?" "Of course," he said, still grinning. "We should grab a bite to eat while we're here as well." She had to force herself to not show her excitement at the prospect of eating, which only somewhat worked. In spite of her best efforts, she still licked her lips in anticipation. Tzek lead her off the ship and into a truly massive complex. The Vocans were quite adept at making it difficult to tell just how big their structures truly were, she realized as they left the hangar. The dark metal of the structure combined with its dim lighting was somewhat disorienting, making it difficult to keep track of where she was going. Thankfully, Tzek seemed to know where he was going. After what felt like hours of walking through dimly-lit corridors -- though she suspected it was more likely about a half-hour -- they finally arrived at what appeared to be some kind of forge, unlike any other she had seen. Three large Vocans, two males and a female, stood around the room, focused intently on their respective projects. Each of them dwarfed Lleika by more than a meter, but none were quite as big as Tzek, who was nearly twice her height. Tzek approached a huge, rust-colored male who stood half a meter shorter. He motioned to Lleika as he spoke a language she couldn't understand. Nodding, the Vocan picked up two chestpieces and brought them to her. "Tzek'riv tells me you are looking for some... special armor," he remarks with a rough, gravelly voice. His accent put a lot of emphasis on the harder consonants. Holding each chestpiece up for her to inspect, he asks, "Heavy or light?" Looking the armor over, it didn't take too long to tell them apart. "Mind if I hold them?" she asks the massive male before her. When he shook his head, she reached for the light armor, slowly lifting it from his hand. It was a lot heavier than it looked, but the weight wasn't uncomfortable once it was on her shoulders. Walking around was certainly more work, but at least it was manageable. Lifting it back up, she handed it back to the Vocan, then went to pick up the heavier chestpiece. It took her a moment to heft it up, the sheer weight of the armor giving her a newfound respect for the strength of the Vocan species. As she settled its weight on her shoulders, she felt it force her shoulders down more. It was more difficult for her to stand up straight, and even walking was more of a chore. With some effort, she lifted it from her shoulders and handed it back to the Vocan. "I'd like this one," she tells him as she sets it back in his huge hand. Tzek and the Vocan looked at each other for a brief moment before looking back to her. "What?" Tzek spoke before the other could. "We were expecting you to take the lighter of the two. It is... rare for _ke'vuuci_ to choose heavy armor when given the choice." "Well," she smirked, "you've said yourself that I'm different. Besides- I figure that wearing the heavy armor would help build my strength better." The Vocan said something to Tzek, then turned back to his work. "Two days," he told her as they left the room. "Good- plenty of time to eat, then." Lleika unconsciously licked her lips again. Tzek grinned as he lead her back down the hall. "Then let's find ourselves a meal." -- -- -- Several hours passed before they finally made it back to the ship with their meal; she brought a tall female with her, muscular with ample curves, while he had found a mating couple interested in including a third party. Lleika stripped out of her bodysuit almost as soon as they were on board, letting out a sigh of relief as she did. While she pulled her selection to the couch and began to help her strip, Tzek took his into his quarters. Once inside, Tzek stripped off what little he was wearing as the two Vocan helped each other at an almost frantic pace. He quickly shifted, his legs seeming to merge as his massive, snake-like lower body came into full view. He curled around the pair and placed a hand on each. "Mind if I have my turn now? I'll be sure to let you two finish together," he promised in his deep, hissing voice. They readily agreed and pulled away from each other, allowing Tzek to position the end of his tail against the female. As his massive member pierced her, his tail quickly and lightly coiled around her body. Within minutes, she was no longer paying attention to her surroundings, and his coils crept up to hide her view of the room. "What are you doing?" the male asked as Tzek moved closer to him. "Enjoying myself," he simply stated. "I wouldn't want to spoil her surprise, now would I?" Before the Vocan had a chance to question it, Tzek's jaw began to unhinge. At the same time, the female got noticeably louder, effectively rendering any protests silent. Tzek pressed the male's arms against his sides as his lower jaw split in half, quickly stretching far enough to engulf him. The male struggled mightily against Tzek's grasp, but it wasn't nearly enough. A moment later, Tzek had the male's head and shoulders in his mouth and was slowly, steadily swallowing him, savoring his struggling prey over the next several minutes before his hooves disappeared into his mouth. The female's moans stopped quite suddenly as he stopped his tail's gyrations. Coils fell away from her as he moved close, a wicked grin on his face as she finally focused on him. "Where's Vakran?" she demanded. "You're about to join him," he growled happily. His jaw separated more quickly this time, his maw quickly engulfing her down to her chest. He held her in his mouth like that, allowing his tongue to explore and tease her breasts for a few moments before he began to swallow her increasingly squirming form. As he engulfed her hips, he teased her a bit more with his tongue, allowing it to play in and around her still-wet pussy. She put up as much of a fight as she could, twisting and squirming hard within his throat as she kicked her legs hard in vain attempts to injure him; he loved his prey struggling so much, and had long ago learned how to avoid injury. This time, it was nearly a minute before he finally resumed swallowing her, forcing her flailing legs together as he finished his meal. As her hooves disappeared down his throat, he made his way back out to the common area, feeling temporarily satisfied. When he came out, he found Lleika with her mouth open around the third Vocan's legs, who had her head leaned back in pleasure, eyes closed. Putting a hand on her back, his Klikor companion smirked and folded the woman's legs against her body as she opened her mouth wide, dislocating her jaw with a _pop_. She tugged hard on the Vocan, the woman's ass and hips passing into her throat almost immediately. By the time the woman started to react, Lleika had already pulled her in up to her knees and chest, but had missed her hands. With a vicious amount of force, the Vocan slammed a fist on top of her head, dazing her for a moment. Her throat relaxed while she was dazed, allowing the woman to slip in almost another quarter-meter before she could stop herself. Grabbing the back of the couch, she began trying to pull herself out. She had nearly pulled herself back even with where she was when Lleika shook her head, bringing herself back out of her daze. She suddenly angled her head down, putting the woman's shoulders against the back of the couch. She pushed forward, forcing the Vocan in to her shoulders. Though it took a moment to get her feet back under her, Lleika stood up and slowly tried to straighten herself out, though the female's grasp on the couch made it nearly impossible. Grinning, Tzek finally decided to help his struggling companion. Grabbing one of the woman's hands, he squeezed hard until he felt bones crunch in his grasp. She growled through her teeth, still holding the back of the couch with her other hand until he grabbed her wrist, squeezing until too many bones were broken for her to grip. The Vocan's growls turned into an unintelligible roar of protest as Lleika finally managed to stand straight up. It took a moment for her to relax her throat from the strain, and gravity took over as soon as she managed it. The woman's head disappeared quickly, leaving just her feet and forearms sticking out. Two huge swallows later and she was gone, squirming hard in her stomach and stretching it uncomfortably whenever she pressed out. "Eeuuugh," she groaned as a hoofprint appeared on her belly, pressing out a good ten centimeters. "Tough meal." "Then perhaps we should soften it up," he suggested. "Impressive, by the way. You did much better eating her than I had anticipated." "Thanks," she groaned as a hand pressed out nearly as far as the hoof. "Can we get to the part where we make her stop now?" Tzek chuckled. "With pleasure," he growled happily at her, winding a couple of coils around her and lifting her into the air. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her a few times before forcefully thrusting himself into her. She yelped, half in pain; her body still not used to the full size of his natural form. The impact must have phased the Vocan residing in her gut as well, as her belly briefly went still before squirming again. Each thrust hit with similar force and created a similar reaction from her gut. Slowly, it took longer and longer for the Vocan in her belly to recover; within fifteen minutes, she had stopped moving altogether. Even after it stopped, Tzek continued to roughly pound into her, as much to soften her meal a bit as to stretch her enough to accommodate more of his gargantuan cock. -- -- -- Lleika stretched her muscles as she woke up, taking a few moments to enjoy just laying there with her eyes closed. Idly, she rubbed her distended -- and now rounded -- stomach. Vocan, in spite of being painfully feisty, made excellent meals, she decided. Finally opening her eyes, she checked the time and sighed. She had been out for nearly a full day after she and Tzek had finally stopped, and now it was almost time to pick up her armor. She tried to sit straight up, but the fact that the digesting contents of her gut weighed nearly twice as much as she did made the task incredibly difficult. It wasn't until she rolled onto her side that she was finally able to sit herself up. Leaning on her massive belly, she decided to push on it a bit more to see how much of her meal had digested so far. It was still stiff, but much softer -- it was probably going to be another week before she was done digesting this meal. Now that she thought about it, though... An idea now firmly planted in her mind, she stood up and slowly made her way out of their quarters. "Ah, you're finally awake!" Tzek greeted her. "Slept well, I hope." She nodded a bit, unconsciously rubbing her belly again. "I usually do after a good meal. Leaving soon?" Tzek nodded. "In just a few minutes. Why? I assume you're planning on staying here." Again, Lleika nodded. "I am, and I was hoping you'd bring by something else to eat." Raising an eyebrow, he nodded a bit. "Of course. Any special requests?" "Same size as my last meal," she said after thinking about it for a moment. "Male this time. I'd like to wear him out first- then _you_ can wear _me_ out afterward." Chuckling a bit, he nodded. "I'll be having myself something to eat while I'm out this time," he told her, "that way we can leave Vocantae while you... prepare your meal. I'd also recommend head-first this time, to minimize the fight." Shifting back to his bipedal form, Tzek left the ship. -- -- -- Two hours later, her Vocan-Marathan companion returned, followed closely by a male who was easily bigger than the woman she had eaten before. Her eyes went wide as she considered him; her stomach let out a quiet growl, anticipating her next gargantuan meal. Tzek quietly left the common area for the cockpit, leaving her armor on one of the tables. Thankfully, the Vocan mistook her hungry gaze for one of desire, and didn't seem perturbed by her distended stomach. His armor retracted quickly into itself, sliding with a _clank_ into the chestpiece before he took it off and dropped it on the floor. Her gaze immediately drifted down his body, and she was quite pleased to see that he hadn't been wearing anything under his armor. "Your friend tells me that you were looking for some company?" came his rumbling voice. "I'm more than happy to start now." "Good," she stated. "You're welcome to position me against anything you'd like, though I have a few rules. "First, you're going to have to pick me up; I'm not exactly able to help much right now. Second, don't be gentle. I _hate_ gentle. Third, we go until _you_ can't. I may not be an Xotoll, but I assure you that I _will_ outlast you." He seemed a bit surprised that she had some demands, and impressed that she was so confident that he wouldn't last as long as her. Still, he was there to please her, and Tzek had been clear that he wouldn't get paid if he didn't do as she asked. Moving around behind her, he picked her up with relative ease and carried her to the couch. Bending her over the back- and allowing her to rest her gut on it in the process- he quickly parted her labia and rammed himself in. He went hard and fast, stopping only long enough to move her somewhere else. Lleika decided that he must have been inexperienced, as he was worn out all too soon. He had her propped against the wall when he finished and relaxed against her, keeping her pinned to the wall- a perfect position to start. Her mouth snapped open hard enough to dislocate her jaw- the Vocan's only warning for what was about to happen. He looked up just in time to see her mouth shoot forward at him before his vision went dark. He tried to back away from her, but the movement only allowed her to roll forward, engulfing his chest and pinning his arms to his sides as she landed hard on her belly. He managed to get his feet back under himself, but his hooves couldn't find a purchase on the smooth metal floor. With as full as her huge stomach already was, swallowing him down was a slow process. Grabbing his legs, she felt much like a snake as she would pull back her head and then move it forward, swallowing mere centimeters of struggling Vocan at a time. Slowly, her stomach grew larger. When she got his hips to her mouth, she decided to tease him a bit. Her long tongue snaked around his cock, alternately tightening and loosening around it as she stroked it. At first, he struggled a more, but it faded quickly as she focused on the teasing. She continued until she could feel him getting close to cumming and promptly stopped. Rather than continuing to swallow him as she had been -- which would most likely bring him to release -- she moved her legs around her increasingly distended stomach and leaned back. Lifting her head, she felt him slowly resume sliding in. It was still an arduously slow process, and no amount of swallowing helped. His legs flailed about as he tried to fight it. She could feel him pushing around in her gut, trying to keep himself from slipping in, even as her stomach continued to distend further. His movements slowed to a stop before finally going limp after several minutes had dragged by. It was a solid ten minutes from when she started before his hooves finally slipped down her throat, helped down by rocking her her now half-tonne gut a few times. "That went _much_ better," Tzek observed, startling her. She hadn't noticed him standing at the entry to the cockpit until just then. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked just before letting out a belch. Her stomach had already been much more still than usual, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the partially digested remains still in there. "Long enough to enjoy you devouring him," he growled happily. "Oh." Getting her feet under her, she tried to stand straight up, but couldn't get her stomach off of the ground enough to straighten her legs. Rocking forward on her gut, she finally got her feet completely under her. One huge heft finally lifted her massive gut off of the floor. "_Fuck_, these two are _heavy!_" she groaned as she steadied herself. After taking a moment to make sure she was balanced, she added, "I can't believe I got them _both_ down." Tzek slithered over to her, putting a couple of coils under her to take some of the weight off of her. "You have quite the appetite, Lleika," he grinned as he folded her over his lengthy tail, moving his shaft against her, but not pressing in. "Perhaps we should see just how much you can devour someday soon." Turning her head, Lleika leveled a glare toward him. "You just want to see me put on more weight," she accused. Grinning, he held up his hands as he corrected, "I just enjoy watching you eat." Before she could respond, his huge member surged into her, stopping only when her sex refused to stretch any further for it. It hit with such force that she felt herself rock forward, nearly tipping over his tail before it lifted slightly to keep her up. As she had hoped, she was utterly exhausted by the time they were done some hours later. Still inside her, Tzek slithered them into their quarters and coiled up in the middle of the room, directly under a broad heating lamp. He finally slid his length out of her as he moved her into the middle of the coil with him, then flicked the heating lamp on with his tail. -- -- -- Standing in front of the mirror, Lleika smirked a bit. It had taken nearly four weeks to fully digest the two Vocan that she had devoured and, for the most part, she was feeling satisfied with her figure. She had put on some extra weight -- _again_ -- but she was starting to enjoy the curves it was giving her. Her bust had gone up another two cup sizes from her last meal- which certainly surprised her- and her hips were taking on a much more shapely appearance. Her smirk turned to a wicked grin as she began to realize that this figure could land her virtually any meal -- perhaps even an Xotoll, the renowned masters of all things sexual. Walking over to the armor rack, she hefted hers out and placed it on her shoulders. It pressed them down, as it had since she got it, and willed it to expand over her body. The last time she had done this, she still had a considerable belly, as she hadn't yet finished digesting her meal. The armor slid down and around her form, hugging it like a perfectly-sized bodysuit, right down to the tip of her tail. All that was left exposed was her head and neck. Satisfied, she made her way to the cockpit, where Tzek'riv was once again. It was also one of the few places on the ship that he was consistently in his bipedal form, as his preferred hybrid form couldn't fit comfortably. He turned towards her as he heard her footsteps approaching. "My, _my_, that suits you well," he complimented in his usual growl. "Good to see you wearing it." "It fits as well as you said it would." She smirked at him, a wicked little twinkle in her eye as she spoke. "I'm getting hungry." "Then perhaps we should find something to eat." For the first time in his nearly forty years of life, Tzek realized, he had found someone that he had no interest in eating.