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It was late in the evening when Elementi came home. Work had been hard, like it had been for the last couple months, but progress was steady and production was rising. Nonetheless, Elem was happy to come home to his partner Angel-Kisses and have an enjoyable evening together.

Indeed, after removing his jacket and shoes and entered the home proper, he found Kissy sprawled out asleep on the couch in just her panties and bra, as usual, looking a little plumper than he last saw her, one hand rest against her bulging tum, the other curled up under her head.

Elem drifts across the room silently, levitating his friend up without disturbing her sleep before sitting himself down on the couch, and then bringing Kissy back down into his lap. As he scritches behind her ears, he extends a divinatory probe into her body, checking her augmentations, making sure that everything is in working order. Her ears and tail are both nominal, no inflammation or anything else at the fusion sites, and full functionality for both. Her visceral augmentations are well at work breaking down the feast she'd stuffed into herself. Her musculoskeletal modifications are all stable, as are her laryngeal modifications. Her claws could use a trimming, but she seemed to enjoy being able to really sink them into Elem sometimes so that was fine by him. Her nasal and lingual modifications are incorporating well, though he could tell she was still getting used to them. Her oculars are stable, and it looks like the issues with light-sensitivity fixed themselves. Her facials and dentals were all old and well-worn, but still, they warranted a check and nothing was wrong with them either. Looking into her brain...her cortical mods were in perfect order, but Elem notices that his napping kitty is not as asleep as he first thought.

Elem slides his freed hand over Kissy's chest and across her belly, gently rubbing it, infusing some extra mana into her stomach and guts, which prompts a short burp and long purr from the catgirl. "What gave me away this time?" He asks.

Kissy yawns and blinks away the sleep in her eyes. "I learned your schedule, dummy~" She sighs out before turning her head and licking the arm he was reaching over her with. She looks up to him from his lap, pupils wide initially before narrowing to slits in the light, aimed squarely at him. "I'm still hungry." She rubs her own belly, one hand over Elem's, gently dragging the tips of her claws over the back of his hand. "I'm still tired too. Go get me more food~" She meows for good measure, before licking his arm again.

Elem grins, then leans down to kiss Kissy on her forehead before floating her up again, hovering up off the couch himself, reconfiguring the couch to have her be sitting at about a sixty degree angle, and setting her back down while he hovers off to the kitchen. A quick divinatory sweep indicates that Kissy already cleared out all of the snacks and prepared foods, so Elem gets the oven pre-heating, floats a few pans onto the stove and starts getting them hot, and whisks the various frozen meats, chilled pastry doughs, bouillon cubes, cartons of eggs, as well as some flour and a few of the safe spices from the pantry.

For the first few months of them living together, Elem had to do most of the motions with his body. He'd never been much of a cook when he lived by himself, as much as he wanted to be, so it took that long to get the muscle memory. After that, though, it only took him a week or so (and a couple nasty cuts and burns, but nothing that couldn't be transmuted away) to figure out how to get the pots and pans, knives and whisks to get this all going on their own. Elem himself instead drifted back into the living room, watching Kissy rub her belly tenderly for a moment before sliding over next to her and kissing the apex of her tum.

"The food will start being ready in just a few minutes." He says, just over a whisper.

Kissy yawns, then slowly leans up and licks him on the cheek. "I love you Elem."

He kisses her back. "I love you too, Kissy."

The two them simply cuddle for a while, before a series of gentle flopping sounds echo out from the kitchen and the first course arrives: freshly baked sweet cornbread with bacon bits and hollandaise sauce. One of Kissy's all-time favorites, her lax, leisurely behavior transforms instantly once she smells the loaves as it floats into the living room, her eyes locking on the plates immediately and her body practically vibrating with energy. She almost certainly is restraining herself from jumping up and gobbling down, contrary to her earlier protestation of being tired, but it's all part of their game so Elem doesn't comment on it.

Elem take the fork and knife with bobbed along with the plates of cornbread into his own hands. He's fed Kissy enough times that he could probably automate this with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back, but of course he wants the intimacy, and so does she, so even if it's a little slower, it's all the sweeter for it. He delicately cuts a wedge from the first loaf of cornbread, pours a moderate amount of sauce over it, and carefully lowers it into Kissy's waiting mouth.

Her reaction is always to die for. Elem can almost see her react to each of the individual flavors one after the other, and he's worked on the recipe to tune into her preferences. He knows just when to start cutting another slice, so that by the time Kissy's opening up her mouth again it's already there.

The two of them work through four loaves that way, a long with a few glasses of water to help keep her from getting parched. Kissy's reaction becomes a bit more tame after the first half a loaf, but Elem can tell that's as much because she's hungry enough to want him to stuff it into her faster rather than because she is enjoying them any less. By the time she was through with them, her belly had puffed up just a bit more, and the next course had finished frying up on the stove and was floating out into the living room, carefully dodging around the emptied plates returning to the kitchen to wash themselves. Plates of fried eggs, sausage, and french toast, along with a small ramekin of maple syrup replaced the cornbread, and just the same, Elem fead his kitten forkful by forkful.

By the time Kissy had finished the second course, her belly had once again grown noticeably, large enough that it was beginning to spill out over her thighs, and emanating audible sloshes as the catgirl gyrated against her own stuffed gut. After letting out a long belch and meowing breathily to herself for a moment, Elem brushes a hand against her cheek, and she nods wordlessly for the third course to begin.

It didn't take long for the living room to be filled with the intense, heavy aroma of steaks, pork roast, and whole bird chicken, each accompanied by thick pan sauces, carefully seasoned to be aromatic and tasteful without straining Kissy's delicate palate or transgressing her sensitive gut. By the third course, her desire for more creamy, buttery, fatty flavors has been satisfied, and all that's left is a craving for meat, which this course is naturally designed to satisfy. This time seemed a bit different though. Kissy's pace was fast, and actually grew a little faster as she worked her way through the course. She was hungrier than she expected, and actually surprised herself as well as Elem when she finished the last plate and was still expecting more. It didn't take her long to figure out what she would do about it though.

Licking her lips, Kissy pivoted herself around and got up off the couch, floor creaking quietly as she stretched up to full height, standing a foot and change over Elemen even as he hovered above the floor, her prodigious gut wobbling perilously and gurgling as its contents sloshed around. "More." She smiles devilishly and draws a claw along the neck of Elem's shirt, pulling it at it just enough to drag the wizard up to and against her belly. "I want you~" She says, leaning back and dropping her hips a little, lifting Elem up with her stomach until he's floating at just below eye-level.

The mageling nods dreamily at her suggestion, and begins to disrobe himself, his clothes wandering off aimlessly, in contrast with the orderly behavior of the kitchen implements he commanded before. After he finished, he floated for a moment, an expression of concentration held on his face for a moment, which Kissy knew meant that he was preparing himself to 'eject' once his body passed out, as it likely would soon. Once he opened his eyes again, Kissy decided she'd waited long enough, put her latest set of augmentation to use. She opened her mouth, and kept opening it, engaging new muscles and pulling new tendons, skin stretching elastically in a way not unlike how her stomach and guts did, jaw detaching and splitting wide, chest quivering as her ribcage prepared to accommodate her final course. Then, holding herself open, she grabbed hold of Elem and shoved him headfirst into her maw.

She can't help but moan, even as the vocalization is stifled, as soon she feels the crown of his head encounter the top of her gullet, her arousal rising as she pushes him into it, widening it by inches as it stretches around her pet magician, and as her hands pass over his waist she pridefully notes that Elem seems to be enjoying the experience at least as much as her.

Once the boy's head is entirely in her throat, Kissy takes a hand from holding him up and pushing him into her to feel her bulging neck. She can feel static pass through her nerves as she makes out the details of his face through her skin, sliding down inch by inch, and when she gently presses her fingers to where she thinks his lips are, she feels him shiver momentarily in delight. The sensation is enough to bring her hand back up to his body and to redouble her effort pushing him down. She needs him deeper, and she needs it now.

His shoulders are the next obstacle. They require a bit of maneuvering, but they've managed to practice this far before, so the motion of gently rotating Elem a quarter turn to fit them between her jaws is not too unfamiliar. The sensation of his shoulders pushing into her gullet, however, is just beyond where they've ever gone before, and the power of her vibrating, convulsing pleasure is enough to send her crashing onto her ass with a thunderous boom and the sound of wood cracking. She feels a brief, sourceless pang of worry, what she knows is a minor distress signal from Elem, and does her best broadcast reassurance through the steadily rising tide of mind-numbing pleasure she is experiencing. The worry subsides, and she feel muscles that briefly went tense in her new favorite food relax again.

As her fourth course continues his way down into her stomach, the next new and interesting sensation is the feeling of her bra constricting around her chest, as Elem's head and shoulders push her ribcage wider. The feeling of the muscle, skin, and tendons stretching, her ribs pulling open like a book, is new all on its own, but the way the tightness of her bra comes into her awareness only a moment before it snaps sharply and manages to fling itself a couple feet across the floor renews and reinvigorates the waves of ecstasy inundating her mind, and it's all she can do to focus her hands on continuing to push her love deeper into her rather than leave him flopping half-swallowed to bring herself to a climax. It's a close thing.

Maybe a minute after that, Kissy can feel they're reaching a tipping point. Most of Elem's chest is inside her now, and her rib has opened as wide as it will need for the rest of his body. It's taking less and less effort to get him further down, the muscles in her gullet are getting the leverage they need to take over, and soon gravity will pull her dessert down into the chymical stew of his own creation. Before he disappears completely down her gullet, Kissy makes sure to give a couple licks to Elem's member, just for good measure. The extra little shiver it gives him, and the pulsing of his erection as it slides down her throat a pleasant bonus. After that, she lets nature follow its course, and revels in the feeling of Elem falling into her stomach. She can feel him splash into the remnants of her earlier courses, even the rippling of the waves as they reverberate for a moment. The next moment, there's an instant of pain as all of the various tissues she stretched and bones she dislocated while devouring him begin to pull themselves back into place. There's an audible, if quiet, click as her jaw and ribs settle into their original positions, sending Kissy wobbling for a moment. Then her belly begins to contract, forcing out probably the longest belch Kissy has ever had in her life. It feels good, particularly as she feels Elem get squeezed into the fetal position in her belly, subtly wiggling around inside, probably the maximum extent of his movement in there.

Hands finally free, Kissy doesn't take even a second to start masturbating with one, careful of her claws, and gently caressing her engorged middle with the other. She's already on a roll by the time she feels Elem give a big stretch, which she's pretty sure was him hitting his own climax, which gets her going again. Her lover's body has long gone under, his enantiomorph clinging to her mind like a veil, emanating satisfaction and affection, by the time she comes down from the orgasm. That point, she is so drained, and her gut so heavy, that can only just lift herself up and float into bed, even with Elem's spiritual guidance. She's out like by the time her belly's stop sloshing from the drop onto the bed, with Elem only having enough time to turn off all the kitchen appliances and lights before following her into slumber.

By the time she wakes up the following afternoon, Kissy has undergone something of a transformation, though there is no magic involved other than her extent augmentations. Her belly has shrunk dramatically, with only the broken remains of Elem's old body's skeleton still remaining, and she can feel the weight of new fat on her frame. She purrs happily all through her morning rituals, and once she's relieved and washed herself, coughed up the bones, and gotten into new panties and bra, she walks out into the kitchen, ready to make herself breakfast. It takes her a moment to remember that she had eaten almost all their food last night. She groans, as does her stomach, as she does her best to put together an edible breakfast from the various raw ingredients that are left. It comes out looking a bit like oatmeal or polenta and it tastes terrible, but Kissy thanks Elem for suggesting she keep most of her human taste buds and dumps an ungodly amount of sugar, all the remaining eggs, and the last couple sticks of butter into the pot she's cooking it all in, which manages to make it at least palatable.

Unfortunately, she manages to eat her way through the entire pot of sludge long before Elem gets home from work. She contemplates how unfair it is that he can't get paid days off when he literally doesn't have a body, and even worse, how that means she has to wait here and starve. She rubs her domed belly as it seems to voice its own displeasure at the situation. After heading back to the kitchen and rinsing the pot, she double checks the pantry and fridge, and finds that there really isn't anything independently edible left, just various spices, sauces, vegetable oil, vinegar, the sugar and flour reserves, and the big tank of milk in the back. She rubs the sides of her face and licks the back of her hands a bit out of stress. Elem isn't going to be home for another few hours, and she is going to get hungry again. She's hardly even satisfied right now. Can she make anything from what's left?

Kissy isn't a wizard like Elem, but she's at least magic literate, so after thinking on it for a while and not being able to dredge up any half-remembered recipes or guidelines, she sends a divinatory spark out to the internet and queries whether there's anything good she can make with what's on hand. Nothing really stands out, but she does remember one more thing that's around after reading about roux for a few minutes, during which she most definitely was not drooling. She also has the can of rendered meat fat that Elem keeps by the stove.

When she checks it, she's pleased to smell a delicious mix of all the meats that her wizard fried up for her last night, and no hint of rancidity. He must have cleaned the can out beforehand. She smiles, and after another minute of review of the various ideas the internet has given her, decides that she's going to make, basically fried sauce. It's a bit degrading, but nobody but Elem needs to know, so she can live with it. She gets out a pan, pours in all but a little of the fat, then starts slowly mixing flour with a wooden spoon she grabbed from the cookware drawer. She adds some pinches of salt and sugar along the way, and once the stuff in the pan is starting to clump together, she pours in the rest of the fat and cranks up the heat, and is pleased to see it start to bubble and crisp. Unfortunately, watching her food cook was distracting enough for her to not notice it starting to overcook, but it's not too bad once she fishes the various semi-burnt clumps of...something, she's not sure what exactly to call it out of the pan. She happily starts popping the bits into her mouth after they've just cooled enough to be safe to touch, purrs happily to herself as she tastes them, reminded of the wonderful events of the previous evening.

Unfortunately yet again Kissy manages to polish them off without even really noticing it, without even taking the little basket of them and sitting down in the living room. She huffs, after a moment of warring with herself over it, she decides to try one last thing before just ordering a bunch of food. She gets a few big, oven-safe pots, fills them with milk, adds a bunch of sugar and some vanilla extract to each one, and sets them into the oven to warm. Milk isn't the best thing for her anymore, but honestly now that she's decided on it, she realizes she's wanted to chug some dessert milk for a while. She rubs her belly as the oven heats back up and begins to warm the considerable amount of liquid she's put inside. The minutes stretch, and her hunger gets worse faster than even she expected. Eventually, she bows to her stomach and pulls the milk out early, only slightly more than room temperature, and starts drinking it then and there. She does her best to make sure it all goes down her throat, but the rush that hits her as she feels her stomach bulge even further with the sweet drink distracts her enough to let some drip onto her chest and the floor. She doesn't pay it any attention until she's downed all three pots of milk, wiping the drops off herself with her finger then licking them clean, and having to actively resist the urge to get down and lick it off the floor as well. She manages, wiping it up with a paper towel and tossing it in the trash, and decides that rather demolishing their stock of sugar too, she'll nap and see how she feels when she wakes up. Hopefully Elem will be home and she offload all this thinking to him.

That doesn't happen, though. Kissy's bladder wakes her up just a couple hours later, and before she's even opened her eyes she can tell her belly's processed most of the milk and the rest of her attempts at cooking. She is hungry again, even more so than when she woke up annoyingly enough. She finally gives in, and running to the restroom again, browses the internet for any interesting delivery services available tonight. A new service that's being bandied about some of the fetish sites she frequents. Automated pizza delivery, which isn't especially new in itself, but with the twist that rather than just using drones or something, they've whole, semi-autonomous bodies, that are part of the meal too. They're apparently flavored and have edible clothing and everything. The pizzas are pretty much just a side-dish.

She thinks about last night again, and even though she knows it won't be anything as intimate with a half-empty body like what she's read about, she's too tempted to not give it a call. The price is steep, but she and Elem can afford it, particularly since it's just a one-time thing. The receptionist asks if she'd like for a simulated delivery time, but Kissy jumps to saying she wants it as soon as possible before they can even finish the explanation. After that and a quick transaction, her wait begins.

It doesn't last long, which she's thankful for. She gets a ping from the network, quickly followed by the doorbell ringing, just a few minutes later. She thunders down the stairs to the vestibule, almost crashes into the doorframe, opens up the door. Now that she can smell the pizza, a meat lover's with alfredo instead of red sauce, and even more so the delivery body, whose is about ten times as aromatic as a normal human and delectable in a way Kissy genuinely can't put into words, she is struggling to maintain control of herself. She isn't an exhibitionist, but it takes most of her available willpower to not start gorging herself right there in the vestibule. Instead, headless of whatever script the body is talking it's way through, she grabs the pizza box in one hand, the delivery body in the other, hauls them both back up the stairs, letting the doors slam closed behind her.

Once she's back in the living room, Kissy gets to work immediately. She tosses the body onto the couch, and places the pizza box down on the dining table and flings it open. It's a bit of a mess on the inside, some of the toppings have broken off and rolled around in the box, but she only barely registers that before she starts ripping slices out of the box shoveling them down her throat. The flavors are...alright, but at the moment Kissy is letting her stomach take the wheel and that means taste is subordinate to substance, and boy is there substance. When the site said that the minimum pizza size was 'large', they weren't kidding. The thing was easily two feet wide, maybe more, and was pretty thick for what's supposed to be New York-style, and the layer of meat on top is almost a solid mass. She actually starts popping her jaw open extra wide and foregoes chewing most of the pizza, just to get it down faster. She finishes most of the pizza in a flash, and with the last quarter or so, just rolls them all up into a log and swallows it whole, careless of the grease dribbling out of both ends.

Kissy's belly is back to bulging a good amount with the pizza churning away inside, but she's still absolutely voracious, just as she had expected, so after licking her lips and fingers clean, she turns back to the couch and struts up to the dumbly waiting delivery body. She doesn't think that she's been eating for very long, so she guesses that the programmer just included scripting for clients like her who jumped ahead to the eating. She appreciated it as she worked herself through opening up her jaw up again, remembering to toss her bra off before breaking it this time, then lifts the delivery body up and starts shoving it down her throat. She's hungrier, and much less concerned with intimacy this time, so she isn't afraid of really forcing it down her gullet. The edible clothes turn out to be about as much as hindrance as normal clothes, though, so she ends up ripping off the body's lower garments. Despite the clothes getting in the way, she's got it mostly swallowed much sooner than she did with Elem, and she's getting a bit aroused despite herself. Maybe it's just that she hasn't gotten any attention from Elem today yet. Stupid work....

She gulps as the body hits the tipping point and splashes down into her stomach, belching out all the extra air she swallowed and dropping onto the couch with a crashing thud. Despite being shorter than Elem, the body was definitely heavier and more voluminous, which she could appreciate. As her bones and tissues started to pull back, she reached down to start masturbating with one hand, and over to where she'd discarded the body's clothes and started eating them as well. She wasn't actually hungry at the moment, with the whole body in her tummy, it was more out of habit. Elem always had snacks for her whenever they had sex and now it was just something she sort of expects to be there. They don't taste great, or really much like anything, but they're passable, certainly good enough to chow on as she works herself up.

A few minutes later, though, after everything's started to settle down inside and she's finished her business, Kissy has a tantalizing thought. Elem's always said that she shouldn't stop eating when she's just not hungry, she should eat until she's stuffed. In practice for the last couple years that's worked out to occasional stuffings and otherwise her just grazing all day on snacks. That's how she got pudgy despite the over-engineered metabolism of her baseline. But right now...she's not hungry, but she's not at her limit either.

It only takes her a second to decide to go for round two. It arrives just as fast as the first time, though Kissy takes a bit longer to plod her way down the stairs and carry her meal back up. She goes slower this time eating the pizza, and even if it really is just kind of mediocre, she's able to savor the sensation of feeling her belly fill up, feeling the masticated pizza squish against the by-now inactive body, squeezed into all the free crevices and pockets in her stomach. The second body is really divine, though. She didn't notice it before with how hastily she swallowed it, but the company put much more effort into making their bodies palatable than their pizza. She couldn't figure out how exactly, but they'd managed to make living, viable muscle tissue taste and feel eerily similar to steak, albeit minus the crust. It was delectable, and that was before Kissy felt the blissful feeling of really stretching her stomach as the body dropped down her throat. Unlike the last two times, she actually had to force the thing into it this time, and feeling the force of her shoves in the pit of her stomach, pushing against the big ball of flesh and pizza already occupying the space. Feeling the silhouette of the body under her skin as it was forced around the edge of the mass. It was another ecstatic experience, much closer to the joy she felt last night than her first prey today, and once she'd gotten the thing down her gullet and belched again, she went right back to masturbating, since she could feel herself getting close even without any active help. By the time she finishes all her energy was spent, and thus has none left to combat the dual forces of ennui and fullness, and so passes into a food coma on the couch, again.

Such is the state Elem finds his girlfriend in when he comes home from work. He had taken the shorter shift today, just so he could have more time at home. He doesn't see or hear anything in particular at first, as ethereally discorporate as he is, but as he feels himself pass into the domain of his home and does a basic divinatory sweep, he finds Kissy, sprawled across the couch, alternately groaning and purring, belly utterly massive and completely full of what seems to be two partially digested human bodies. His first response is simple and immediate arousal. His next is worry that she might have gone out and eaten some random passers by. His third, after rechecking the contents of her stomach, as well as the transaction history for their collective account, is delight at his kitty pushing her limits and going for two prey at once. His fifth, after reviewing the contents of their pantry and fridge, is a mixture of adoration and pity. His Kissy has been hungry all day it seems like.

He wraps himself around her mind, caressing her dreaming soul. He wishes he could be there next to her physically, but his replacement body doesn't come until Monday. For now, he makes do radiating warm affection into her mind. He also makes sure to order a restock of all their food, plus extra to put into larder in the basement, since it seems Kissy's appetite has grown and they'll need the extra space if they don't want to be ordering groceries every day. Thinking about her meals for today, though, Elem considers whether she'd appreciate transferring to a more live diet.

His research into the matter is exciting, and he's still diving into the deep end up new tech and the cutting edge of food bodies by the time his partner wakes up, likely to use the toilet going from his standing diagnostic. Despite having the information right in his metaphorical hand, though, he doesn't think to warn her that she's put on a significant amount of weight since this morning until he can already see the surprise and mix of frustration and arousal of her having presumably burst out of her panties when she sat down on the toilet. He shares her emotions for a moment, before soothing her and broadcasting his attraction to her no-doubt softer and rounder shape. He can't hear it, but he can tell she's purring at that.

"I love you Elem." She whispers, and even if she can't hear the response she can feel his love back in her mind. She takes a nice long shower after that, enjoying her still engorged but no longer utterly packed gut, as well as exploring all the mounds and folds her pudge has developed. Her breasts and butt get their fair share of attention, as well as her arm, thighs, and the bit of flab that's developing on face, chin, and neck, but the lion's share goes to the roll developing on the underside of her belly. She spends almost as much time playing with it in the shower as she does actually cleaning herself.

Once she was done with that, she got to cleaning the living room. She'd made a bit of a mess while she was gorging herself earlier, and while she'd normally have Elem take care of it that obviously isn't an option right now. For now, she just spritzes some cleaning solution on all the various grease stains, crushes the emptied boxes into the trash can, and snacks on the remaining edible clothing. She could go for something more if she's honest, but she doesn't have the mental energy to organize anything else.... Except, going from the feeling in the back of her head, Elem taking it upon himself to order something for her. She purrs. Elem is the best little mageling.

The new delivery doesn't have the roleplay of being a pizza delivery. It's straight-forwardly an automated food-body, a big, broad dessert model this time that she can smell the chocolatey sweetness rolling off of it before she even opens the door, delivering itself to some enterprising fetishist, in this case her and her Elem. She is even more mystified than before at how much like a brownie or chocolate cake the body feels and smells and tastes, but knows that nothing in the world could stop Elem from from gushing about the technology behind it once he has a body again, so she files the curiosity away for next week. She gets really excited when it's just a bit too heavy for her to carry, and instead has to walk it up the stairs. She might be able to figure out some way to eat this thing standing, but she doesn't feel like trying, and Elem helpfully suggests she get set up in bed while he handles the body. That is a hot thought, she has to admit.

Food-bodies aren't set-up to mold off of an enantiomorph like Elem, but he has enough experience handling machinery at his job that wrangling uncooperative hardware really isn't unfamiliar to him. It does mean that it's more like piloting a vehicle than inhabiting a body, though. No vocal ability, no autonomic syncing, just basic movement routines and direct muscle control. He can manage the latter, briefly, and he's going to need to get this thing inside of Kissy in one piece since the producers didn't think of putting any prey routines in here, but it does mean he's going to be very focused and not going to get to enjoy the action until it's already in her stomach.

It's a new experience for Kissy, waiting for the body to feed itself to her. The whole experience of eating a body is, technically, but she's already eaten three and it feels exciting to be progressing to have such a large prey, and such an unorthodox situation so soon. She doesn't feel the need to restrain her wriggling anticipating as the body walks up to the bed from behind her and crawls onto it, evoking even more creaks from the springs than she did. It pauses, and she opens her maw up wide, before it reaches its hands, a little wobbly from what she guesses is Elem having to do some janky hack, into her mouth. The chocolate flavor is intense, powerfully sweet but still noticeably bitter. She has a brief instant of panic from her instincts telling her it's poison, but Elem's reassurance that it is all non-toxic synthetic flavoring and perfume puts her at ease.

The process of swallowing the massive body down is, similar in some ways to the previous times, Kiss thinks, but is on a whole other level. At each step, from just opening her mouth wide enough to fit the thing into her, to it stretching her throat wider than anything else before, to it sitting in her stomach, bigger than all three previous prey combined, outweighing herself by a significant margin making her belly the biggest part of her by a mile, the flavors lingering and persisting for so long after it's all down her gullet, there isn't a single part of the experience which wasn't an almost mind-blasting assault on her senses. She had started to masturbate for a third time today, the most in one day for her for a long while, once the thing's arms were down her throat, but by the time she was working the thing's own giant gut between her lips, she'd needed to use her hands to get the extra width she'd need to get it to fit at all, and once the huge meal had started its slide into her belly, she had started to hit climaxes just by trying to gyrate and feeling pinned under the massive weight inside her, and she'd dedicated her hands to rubbing her belly, at first just to try and sooth it as it contracted back down once the meal was finally devoured, and eventually to rub some lotion into her skin that Elem had helpfully levitated into the bedroom. Eventually the weight falling directly onto her lower back and hips starts to get uncomfortable, though, so with further help from Elem, she manages to turn herself onto her side, and not long falls deeply asleep.

She doesn't get up again until Monday evening, two days later. Elem was initially worried after the first day of sleep, particularly since he actually needed to levitate her to the restroom a few times to let various indigestible remnants and waste pass through her system, but after rechecking the high-resolution diagnostics, he becomes confident it's just her processing her meal. When Elem lays his new eyes on her in the morning, and sees her belly piling high above the rest of her reclining body, every inch of her body covered in new, thick layers of corpulent fat, he is stunned, and aroused. He's also exhausted, mentally from several days of high-intensity work as he came up to the last days in this position, and physically, since this body got a real work-out at the testing facility before he took it home. Fortunately he has a break day today on account of some bureaucratic nonsense that needs to be handled before he can take his promotion to management, by someone other than him thankfully, so he simply crawls into bed next to his girlfriend, cuddles up with her, enjoying her softness and warmth and the pleased purr that rolls out of her throat in response, before drifting off to sleep himself.

Fin. For now.