"Axle > Birthday Meal" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/TfP4MYYc Created on: Tuesday 26th of April 2016 10:46:53 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:36:46 AM UTC Axle slouched on the sofa, letting her stomach swing free from the confines of too-small clothing. Four people had been eaten the previous day; Layla, her mother, the previous Head and that American snack had all melted into a fattening soup, bloating her body up in ways that could give green-eyed envy to any run-of-the-mill predator. Her backside and thighs inflated to giant proportions, her breasts took on the American girl’s weight, and her stomach gained a spare tyre fit for a lorry. Her arms and face had been spared, and the fat had kept a smooth transition across her body, both thanks to a couple of potions ready-made for this very day. And now, she was about to have her birthday meal. Despite being full, her stomach gurgled, demanding more sacrifices. “How much weight d’you think you’re gonna put on?” Tara said. She was Axle’s better half, a prey girl with light brown hair and caramel-coloured skin. The delicious item had chocolate-coloured eyes, filled with a permanent, optimistic brilliance. “No idea.” Axle said with a shrug. “Could put on double from now until you get processed, though.” Tara took a bit of belly fat in her hand. She attempted to crush it, the feelings sparking a growl in the offended organ. This caused her to giggle, and slap the compensated skin. “Ow.” Axle said, giving a good natured smirk. She grunted in pleasure as Tara kissed the area where she slapped, taking a sensual moment to make contact. Sam, the eldest of the three sisters, strode in at that point. “Having fun?” Axle gave an annoyed look. Her sister was a walking buffet herself, sporting a huge rack and backside along with a face of an intellectual. With her thick woollen top and thin-rimmed glasses, she looked to be a model librarian, with more or less the same face Axle had. It was impossible to say the two weren’t related, especially after the younger sister’s eating spree just yesterday. “Hi, dessert.” Axle greeted. “How’s life?” “Short.” Sam said. “I guess if there’s anything I want to do now, I better get on with it?” Axle nodded. Tara started rubbing her belly, kissing and nuzzling it. “Okay,” Sam said, “I guess I better do it then?” She plodded to her sister and, without letting her have a chance to protest, took hold of her chin and forced her into a deep kiss. Axle tried to pull away from it, but fell into her sister’s seduction. She put a hand on Samantha’s cheek, and returned the affection, letting herself go with the flow. She slipped a hand under the wool to grasp the soft fat underneath while an arm snaked past her neck. Axle pulled out, smiling. “That was…” “Good?” Sam said. “Very.” Axle stroked her sister’s hair. “I guess incest isn’t so bad when one’s gonna…” “Hey, don’t think like that.” Tara piped up. “We’re all gonna be together. Just how you want.” A determined expression settled. “We wanted this, and we’re not going to turn back.” Axle laughed. “So, who wants to be my tits?” “Dibs.” Samantha sat by her sister. “Damnit, Sam.” Axle chuckled again. “Okay, you happy going to my ass, Tar?” The walking caramel bar pouted. “Can’t I go to your belly? Makes sense, if you want to keep eating people.” She leaned back, beaming a smile at her girlfriend’s frown of disapproval. “Hey, you’re better as a lardy pred. Way more beautiful. And you know what? I actually want you to eat more people.” Alex hesitated. “But people aren’t there for us to eat. Heaven knows that, Hell knows that.” “So why do you exist?” Sam asked before her sister could say another word. Alex sighed. “You too?” She shrugged. “Always thought if you’re capable of eating people, show them who’s boss. Anyway, I think preds are here to do just what you’re doing.” “And that is?” “To keep the bastards in line and let the little guy do what he needs to.” Axle shook her head at her sister. “What, divine retribution?” “I meant eating anyone who’s acting a dick just because. And eating someone is a pretty dickish move.” Tara smiled. “Eh, could be worse.” “How?” Axle wondered. “They could eat you with their arses.” “Death by Buggery?” The girls laughed at Axle’s eloquent rewording. Samantha put an arm around her sister’s shoulders, and brought her in for another kiss. She didn’t resist, allowing the taboo act play out. Arousal filled her nethers, and a hand placed itself on one breast. Axle looked down to see Tara playing with the pred’s enlarged boobs, squishing them in her hands through the fabric of a tube-top. “I suppose I could get used to this.” Axle said. A wave of pleasure went through her body with every squeeze her girlfriend made. Tara snuck a hand underneath the clothing, taking the top off the bust and wrapping her mouth around a nipple. It was difficult to say whether a female predator could lactate after eating someone. Depending on the pred, it could take anything from a kid to a big group of adults, and some weren’t capable at all. It seemed Axle was one of those that needed a huge meal in order to give milk, since Tara’s eyes closed as she sucked on one breast. She suckled as Sam put her head on Axle’s shoulder. “I think the baby’s hungry, Hon.” She said, rubbing an area beside one of the younger’s breasts. “I think I’m hungry, too.” Alex raised an eyebrow at her. “How long have you wanted my milk?” “Two, three years?” Sam shrugged. “Always had a fetish for incest and boob-feeding, so…” “Hungry?” Samantha smiled. She didn’t say much more as another breast was freed, to Axle’s relief, no less. Sam latched on, taking greedy mouthfuls of the sweet nectar her sister’s body produced. For a while, the only sounds made were the two feeders moaning as they enjoyed their final meal. Alex made a point of taking her top off completely, ensuring that it wouldn’t get ripped. She stroked her girlfriend’s hair, bathing in the delight of feeding her girl her own milk. There was something fulfilling about it, Axle felt. The idea she could feed her girlfriend, to sustain her with her own milk. She lain back, forcing the girls to move up her stomach, and relaxed. She liked the feeling of breastfeeding, and entertained the thought of feeding her next girlfriend like so. Or a boyfriend. Hell, maybe she could become a mother herself one day. If it were a better world, she would consider having children. For now, though, she just basked in the feeling of being wanted, fussing over her to-be meals with caring strokes on their hair. “Ready?” “Ready.” Alex nodded. It was time. The two meals flipped a coin. Since it landed on heads, Samantha was to go first. She already stripped off, revealing her bountiful body for all to see. “Like me, sis?” She asked, revelling in the gaze of her fellow meal. “I think someone likes you more.” Axle said. “You sure you want to let her go now, Tar?” Tara glanced at Axle, then at Sam before looking at Axle again. A motion of the pred’s hand was all she needed to start kissing Samantha, with all the lust of a hypersexual. Her hands wrapped around the chubby prey, finding their way to her more private areas. The two would be eaten, so why cling onto any sense of modesty? An idea seemed to come to Tara. She started stripping off, asking “How much food can you eat at once?” Alex raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Well, I can fit two people down my throat. Why?” “If I’m gonna be eaten by my girl,” she responded, practically tearing her jeans off, “Then I’m gonna do it fucking her sister.” “Is this some fetish or something?” “Nah, I just want to fuck your sister.” Tara beamed a smile. “I hope you don’t mind.” Axle looked at her amused sister, then shrugged. “I suppose I want you to die happy. You want to go in making out or sixty-nineing?” “Sixty-Nine!” Sam said, cutting into Tara’s response for the fourth time that evening. The girlfriend didn’t say anything, her eyes lighting up being the only response. “Well, that’s settled easily.” Axle muttered to herself. “C’mon, let’s do this in my room.” The three made their way up to Alex’s bedroom. Inside, a trio of mattresses sat on the blue carpet in the corner acting as a makeshift bed. A small bookshelf was put beside that, holding numerous books and a few trinkets. A laptop rested on top of the shelf, dark purple at odds with the white walls. An unwashed, but recently used plate sat on a small table in the corner in front of the bed. It was a welcoming, familiar sight to all three girls. “Shall we?” Samantha wasted no time in dragging her fellow meal onto the bed. She lain on the sheets and spread her legs. Tara wrapped her arms around the midsection, and the two took immediate action, savouring each other’s dripping sex. Axle let them have their fun. She took her own pants off, and put two of her fingers inside her own pussy. There was something arousing, seeing her sister and girlfriend go to town on each other like this. Even just yesterday she would balk at the idea of any of this happening, but when one considered what the three of them planned, it was hard not to see why more people were going poly in this day and age. Besides, it was actually pretty hot watching and listening to them. Axle made a mental timer in her head – when she orgasmed, she would then eat them. The groans and pants filled the room with the stench of sex. Axle kept pleasuring herself, letting the feelings rise within her as her belly gurgled. It seemed to know food was there, and didn’t care about all the niceties involved eating them. It wanted girl meat inside of it, digesting into soup as Axle found more prey to devour. It wanted her to ravage everything in her path. If it was human, it was food. She should be listening to it, not the other way around. The feelings it gave pissed her off, but it was useful to have such a willing organ for any deals gone awry. She put the rest of her hand in her snatch, and pumped furiously. She wanted- no, she needed to climax. It felt as if everything hinged on that one orgasm. There was a flinch inside of her, and she could feel a release of pressure. She shuddered, letting the juices flow out onto the carpet. A moan escaped her throat, and she relaxed. “You two done yet?” She asked, wondering if they were paying attention to her. Neither spoke, implying they may have been too wrapped up in their own sexual adventures to notice. “Well, since you two are having so much fun, I’m going to have my cake now.” Axle sat at the base of the bed, where Samantha’s legs were. She gave one foot a lick, as a warning that she would be going down. There was a flinch, then Sam moved her toes forward. It was time. Axle licked the toes, taking in the flavour. She took a small nip, and then engulfed the feet. A swallow moved Sam down the bed as her ankles entered their final home. Taking careful, loving gulps, Axle took her time consuming her sister. It wasn’t the first time she ate a family member – that would be her mother through the previous Head, Mrs. Taylor – but it was the first (and hopefully last) time she would do it first-hand. The legs were lined with generous amounts of fat, a delectable treat for the pred. Her stomach growled in pleasure, demanding the soft meat be devoured post-haste. Axle kept ignoring it, just remembering she forgot to take her Filler Potion. Damn things were a pain to make, but kept her stomach quiet. As she reached the thighs, Tara looked up from her meal. She flashed a quick smile and a wink before ploughing her face back into Sam’s nether regions. Axle kept swallowing until the two were a few centimetres apart. “Look, Ax.” Tara said in a seductive, faux-innocent tone. “I’m eating your sister’s pussy. Don’t you want to punish me?” She licked her lips. “Mm… she tastes so good… She’ll be such a filling meal, all nice and wriggly. And so fattening.” She smiled, and moaned. “Oh, she’s such… ohmygod, there, there… ohh…” Axle swallowed. She was now in range to eat Tara. “You hungry? You want to eat me?” Tara lowered her head. “Go ahead. I’m all yours. We’ll be together forever.” With that, she resumed her task on getting Samantha’s last orgasm. Alex swallowed her sister’s hips down, in effect taking Tara’s head inside of her. She consumed the two girls, eating Tara’s shoulders, hands and Sam’s meaty ass. The soft fats yielded every step of the way, filling the young pred up like few meals could. By now, her stomach, still sloshing with the previous meal, was bloating up again with the mass from Samantha’s feet. Once she packed in Sam’s glorious ass, sending it to the point of no return, she had a small break in the middle. It was narrower here, and allowed Alex to suck down the horny girls with few problems. Next stop however was Sam’s heaving breasts, dripping with milk and parted to make room for Tara. Axle paused a moment, sizing up her sister’s impressive bust. Most boys, and some girls, had been known to try to make her their girlfriend for that rack, even eating their own partners where applicable. Those predators ended up on Axle’s menu far too often. Alex shifted, and sucked her way up to the bust. Her sister’s legs were now fully in her stomach, and she was sure Tara was just entering there, too. She took a second to brace herself, the stretched her mouth over Sam’s boobs. It was a difficult task, requiring the pred to grab both sides of her mouth to hopefully open up enough for the rack, but once she got a grip, she could start taking them in. Gulp after gulp, she took in the milky masses of meat, savouring the size and flavour. A small spark of regret bloomed in Axle, lamenting not being able to breastfeed from Samantha. She clenched her mouth, squeezing the tits and letting the white liquid squirt into her mouth. It was a pale imitation of the intimate act, but the taste was worth it. A bit happier, having a taste of her sister’s milk, Alex crested over the boobs, and in effect, consumed Tara’s ass. It was just then she realized Sam’s hands were clutching onto them. The last stretch was here. It would be easier now, if anticlimactic for the voracious pred. She swallowed her sister’s head down, and, with a few, easy slurps, finished off the last of Tara. She had done it. Any feelings of loss or regret were drowned under the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Axle, now stuffed beyond any coherent thought, lain on her back on top of the mattresses. From what she could tell, they were still going at it inside of her, eating each other out as acids surely dissolved their bodies. At least they would die happy. Happy, and together, forever. Outside, the sky was black. It was always black, and yet everyone could always see as clear as day. A pair of figures stood opposite the Anderson’s household. Well, one stood. He was tall, sheltered from the wind in a feature-obscuring trench coat. His hair’s colour matched the sky, and his eyes had a bloody glow to them, as if illuminated from within. His companion appeared to be a Tiny, no more than a few inches tall with gold eyes and white hair. She wore thick armour as pale as his skin, and had a pair of feathered wings from her back. The oddest feature she had, or lacked rather, was the absence of a halo. “You know, this might be her best shot.” He said. His voice was a low purr containing a ghost of a rasp. “How so?” The Cherub responded. She crossed her arms. “Well, let’s face it,” he said, “either these ‘Apexes’ eat her or Heaven comes down to… sever you.” He cast his baleful gaze at her. “I suppose you know the odds of her surviving that?” “Poor.” She said. It was sufficient enough to show the severity without getting her mind to go too deep into details. He made a noise like a quizzical growl, and reached into his coat. “This is an alchemy journal. A copy handwritten by my little sister. As a gift from me.” The Cherub put the book in her Pocket, a small dimensional space Angels and Demons alike used for everyday tasks. “Is she expecting this?” “From a ‘Mr. Green,’ yes.” “And you are…?” He examined her with those red eyes. They reminded her of even the smaller, weaker demons that could snuff her out in an instant. “My name isn’t important.” She scowled at him, but there was little she could do to make him answer. She saw his Aura, and to be fair, she had a better chance against Beelzebub than this thing. “Then answer me this,” she said, “why are you helping?” He turned back to the house. “She’s considered a freak, hates the general populace – even if she doesn’t admit it herself – and everything she did was for her family. Plus there’s the fact she’s a middle kid and cannibal, one not through her own volition.” He looked back at her. “Reminds me of myself.” Sceptical, she asked “How so?” “Well, I’m considered a freak, hate the general populace – even if I don’t admit it to myself – and everything I do more-or-less revolves around my family, which is why I’m here in the first place. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that me and Gabby are middle kids, and, along with Tilly, are genetically bio-engineered to be cannibals.” The Cherub moved back a bit. She didn’t notice it at first, but the accent didn’t quite stick. Then again, it only really fluttered around madly at about the end of the second paragraph. “That good enough?” He said politely. She nodded. “When…?” “Nine-thirty. Monday.” She nodded again. She turned to leave when… “Oh, and one more thing.” She faced him. He was smiling, bloodless twin tears ripping his cheeks in glee. “You’ll need to be eaten again, Toriel.”