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She was definitely following him. It felt like she was making a mockery of the whole thing. She didn't exactly blend in, being a tall, silvery figure with purple-streaked hair pouring down her shoulders. Sometimes she hid herself behind a newspaper, like she was trying to recreate a classic spy movie. Other times she wore sunglasses, or a hat. None of it concealed the fact that she was an extremely prominent striped hyena who was almost always dressed provocatively in some way, affording him quick glances at her impressive bust and bulge alike whenever he spotted her across the room.

Whether he was out shopping, stopping in for a quick drink, fetching a morning coffee, or whatever else took him outside the house, she was always there. She pretended not to even notice when he looked at her, but he knew she was watching. Chiger was growing increasingly uncomfortable about the whole thing. At first it was a little funny, but even for all her attractiveness, the cheetah-tiger couldn't help but feel a distinct sense of menace wafting off of her. There was something more to her than just her physical appearance. It was enough to make her appear in his dreams at night.

Yet for all the buildup, all the toying with him, her grand appearance was nothing more than a matter of ringing his doorbell. Somehow he knew it was her before he even checked. Part of him didn't want to open the door at all, but his frustration with the whole thing made him too exasperated to wait any longer. Who was she? What did she want? Throwing the door open, he found himself looking up at the lightly-dressed hyena. She was thicker than him, taller than him, an overwhelming presence who immediately struck him to look at, despite her casual stance. She was sipping a drink through a straw, leaning against the outside wall.

"What's up?"

He sputtered at her. There were so many questions on his mind. Lifting his hands, he struggled to settle on which one was most important.

"Who - what - why?" he began, shaking his head. "What do you want from me?"

"Oh, you know." She tossed her empty cup over her shoulder. To his shock, it didn't tumble to the ground, but instead burst into flames, disintegrating into ash in seconds. She leaned in close to speak her next word directly into his face. "Everything."

For all the reactions he had screaming inside him, trying to get out, he just found himself standing perfectly still, staring at her. She lowered her shades to reveal a pair of threateningly red eyes, purely unnatural, slitted like a lizard's. Then she stepped forth across the threshold into his home. She didn't need an invitation. When he saw her hands coming for him, he thought for a moment that it was the end, that he'd be strangled in his own doorway without any apparent reason. But her attack was much more sensual than that.

He got a warm introduction to her taste as she forcefully locked lips with him, embracing him tight to keep them together. She wetly smooched until saliva ran down their chins, and then there came her tongue. In it plunged, stroking, sampling, slurping all around his mouth as if to steal his flavour for herself. He staggered back as she held him, his arms trapped at his sides by her overwhelming hug. The door loudly slammed shut behind them. He didn't see her close it. Maybe he was just too focused on her kiss as she shoved her tongue deeper and deeper down his throat, making him swallow it and all the excess drool she shared with him alike.

He staggered back until he fell. The floor should have hit him moments later, but instead he felt something soft, something spacious and cozy cushion him as he sprawled out on his back beneath her. Her weight was plenty enough to pin him, as was her strength. He squirmed. That didn't dissuade her. If he had anything to say in protest, it wasn't getting out. All that escaped were some slobbery mmfs as she tonguefucked his gullet on someone's bed. It didn't seem like his own. His vision was too blurred to make out much of their surroundings, but it was dark down there wherever he'd plummeted.

When she tired of his throat, she pulled her pointed muzzle back and ran her tongue along his teeth. Every part of his mouth was one worth exploring, it seemed. She sampled every secret taste, sharing plenty of her own in the process. There was something hotly enchanting about her essence, about her scent and flavour alike. He'd caught the slightest hints of it in passing whenever she was near, but now he was locked in the middle of an overdose. His mind tingled. His body quivered. Something deep within him ached in ways he never knew it could. It all had a way of making him intensely horny, no matter how aggressive she was being. No matter what she was.

Pressed as closely to him as she was, there was no hiding his unique anatomy. Chiger's impressive set was doubled up in every way, a pair of cocks and a double set of balls stacked on top of each other. Those twin shafts firmed beneath her assault while she reached her tongue well past any natural limit. It was all the way down his throat, it seemed. It wriggled in his gullet until she finally reeled it back, but not before looping it around his own tongue in the process. With a serpentine grip upon his own, she dragged it into his mouth and forced him to make out with her right back. He didn't need that much persuading, to be honest.

When his growing bulge was obviously pressing against her, she set to grinding her own against it. He'd only been wearing a pair of casual shorts which barely hid the outline of his dicks, while her own pushed that black skirt up a little higher. Only when she was outright humping at that firming pair did she withdraw from the sopping wet kiss, letting strands of saliva connect their muzzles, stretched apart and snapping in the breaking of that slobbery smooch.

"I knew I was after you for a reason. I want those for myself."

If it wasn't clear what she was talking about, a thrust against his dicks told him what she desired. She reached down and took him by the wrists so she could still pin him down while she rolled her rump back to sit on his bulge. A slow grind of her soft, shapely rump got a little gasp from him. He tried not to moan just yet. Not before he knew who she was, and why she'd grown so seemingly obsessed with him. After gasping and groaning his way through a firm lapdance of sorts, he finally managed to find his voice.

"Please just tell me who you are ..."

She tipped her head to the side and broke into a grin that was just a little too wide for her face. Her fangs gleamed in the low light. The reflection of a few dozen candles flickered in her crimson eyes. He heard her voice but her expression never changed. Her lips didn't move.

"You already know my name."

Just like that, he did. The word came up from some hidden recess in his mind. It felt as if it had always been there. Shirazi. Merely thinking it inspired a certain level of dread. Yet to have her there, toying with him, teasing him with her curves pressed down on his cocks, he felt at least a little at ease. She wasn't there to harm him. Only to take what she wanted. He watched her slowly licking up some of the excess drool dripping from her lips with a slow swipe of a black tongue along the glossy edges of her smile. Merely looking her over filled him with an overwhelming sense of understanding. She was a demon. She had chosen him.

When the fear set in deeply enough to make him try to scramble away from beneath her, she simply held a clawed finger to her dark lips.

"Shh. Shhhh. Little tiger-thing. I'll make it alright."

The sickly-sweet tone hardly fit her at all. She didn't have the look of a motherly creature, though she did have the curves. Shirazi laid herself across him like a blanket so she could squish her bust to his chest and nuzzle in against his cheek and neck. He felt a wet slurp running up along his throat, followed by a gentle nibble. It was a good thing she was light with those fangs, for how sharp they felt. He hardly felt comforted, but he couldn't fight down the arousal that came with the weight of her ample rump pressing down on his shafts the whole time.

"Give me that which conceals. It'll feel so good. You'll see."

She was speaking much more gently, as if she was trying to be reassuring. It didn't quite fit her demeanour, but he didn't have much of a choice but to try to be calm. He didn't even know where he was. Beyond the reach of the candlelight, there was seemingly just nothing at all. He had nowhere to go. And he wanted to know what demonic pleasures she could offer him. She was doing her best not to scare him, even if the circumstances themselves were terrifying. Maybe he could trust her. For a little while. When she took him softly by the hands and directed them to her hips, he held onto her and waited for her to act.

Her patience had apparently worn thin. Both of them were so burdensomely dressed. She reached for him with her claws flashing, but stopped just short of digging into his flesh. Instead, she latched onto his shirt and gave it a harsh tug. He heard tearing. It took just a single motion for her to yank back and rip his entire outfit off his body, somehow all in one piece. He didn't question how she'd managed to pull even his undergarments off all in one smooth motion. Nor did he lament the loss of his lounging clothes when it meant getting to press his naked body against her warmth. His cock fit so nicely in the cleft of her thick, stripey booty, even before she'd pulled off her skirt.

As for her own coverings, she shook and shuddered until they simply seemed to fade from existence. Maybe they'd just been an illusion, and she'd been walking around all that time fully nude, unknown to all but her. Or maybe they'd been an extension of her flesh. He didn't know how demons worked. Either way, she was fully naked, her silvery fur shining in the firelight. It made her curves seem almost impossible, far too ample to ever belong to a real person. A rise and fall of her hips got him nestled nicely under her rump once more. She rubbed that juicy butt against his dicks once more, this time sliding his top shaft along the smooth, silky surface of her taint until he was rubbing up against the plump ring of dark flesh that was her rim.

That was enough to snuff out any remaining struggle, any thoughts of escape he might have had. She still frightened him. He had no idea what she was truly capable of. But to feel the smooth, glossy flesh of that thick, clenching ring sliding along his twin cocks was pleasure enough to leave him arching his back, thrusting his hips, digging his fingers into her curves while he gripped her tight to keep from writhing all over beneath her. He humped her back and mixed his moans with some mrowling feline noises. His cheetah side even slipped through briefly when he chirped his overwhelmed sensations. That made her giggle, a wicked, shuddering thing that rattled her whole body and vibrated into his.

"There. Yessssss. You see? Just relax and let mama Shirazi take care of you ..." she softly spoke in a low, singsong tone. Then she stopped and tapped her chin a moment, considering. "Hmm. No, I think it sounds better when Senka says it. Oh well. Let's fuck."

She positioned herself just right to put a great deal of weight down on his twin dicks, grinding along them until they were fully engorged beneath her. Breathing her presence every moment they were together got him throbbing, and the touch of her soft fur sliding along his barbed cocks had him absolutely spurting precum for her. He clutched her, dug his fingers into the cheeks of her striped ass. She didn't make any indication of minding. All she cared about was sinking that tight, flexing hole down on both his tips at once, wetly engulfing his leaking spires in the hungry grip of her clenching ass until she could clamp down hard with a pleasured contraction, digging those stimulating barbs into her inner flesh.

"Give me that pair. Let me milk your double-sack. I know you have so much to give." Her voice dropped to a snarl, a drooling, fang-gleaming expression on her face. "I'm going to take it."

Take it she certainly did. Driving those stripes down on his cocks saw him sheathed in her thick butt all the way down to his double set of balls. She let those slap against her tailbase as she stared him in the eyes, jaw trembling with silent laughter. He felt like he might lose his mind just watching the loony expressions pouring over her face. That didn't make him stop moaning for her. Every stroke of her perfectly tight, squeezy hole down on his twin dicks, grinding the two textured shafts against her tender spots until her own dick was leaking a steady stream of demonic pre-seed all over his belly. Just those few small splashes on his skin was enough to warm him to the point of sweltering. He wore her musk like a perfume. It sank into his skin and perhaps his soul alike, corrupting him from within. That was how he justified the reverence, the utter adoration with which he watched her ride his cocks until he could hardly feel his legs.

The constant slap of her coming down on his lips and nuts alike sent a jiggle through her curves. Her breasts had a merry bounce to them, and her ass wobbled every time she thudded it down atop him. She wasn't gentle, of course. She drove him inside her with ravenous force, demanding every single inch of both shafts shoved inside her every time she brought those stripes down to cushion her falling weight. As ample as her ass might have been, she was rough enough with him to leave his hips and thighs alike feeling numb, pounded to the point of probably bruising by the time she was done. He didn't care. Not when he was getting his mind blown by the extra-tight cock massage that was a demon viciously bouncing her ass in his lap.

His head was still spinning from how fast it had all happened. From playful stalker to demoness unleashed, sitting on his dicks, milking him to the point of whimpering, she was a terror and a treat alike. He held on to her stripes as he felt the ecstasy flowing up to the tip of his shafts. His quad-balls gave a heavy flex, a distinct vein on each of them bulged, his taint went taut as the convulsions of impending orgasm zapped their way through his body. She wasn't just going to make him cum. She made his entire body seize up with the collective effort to offer everything he could possibly give, to allow himself to be drained in tribute to the great demoness and her tight, squeezy ass.

Chiger finally lost his grip on her when she drove him to a roaring peak, or at least he was trying for a roar. What actually escaped his gaping jaws was more of a shaky yowl, a semi-fierce meow at best. It went along with him twitching, trembling, shuddering his way to a cumshot deep beneath her lifted tail, buried in her butt, ready to pump her full of feline spunk. The spunk bulged his twin cocks with the sheer volume. He'd never felt pressure like that before. When it finally culminated in him painting her insides with his fresh jizz, he found himself frozen in eye-watering bliss while she proudly took the full force of his dual cumshot right in that fat black ring wrapped snug around the base of his shafts.

Of course, she wasn't about to take all that cum from him without giving back. He felt a spasm clench around him as his climax drained. The pleasurable squeeze extended his release for just a few seconds longer. That was enough to let him indulge in the sensation of her sudden, rapid contractions, her manic pumping around his spurting shafts as she went for a hands-free orgasm of her own. Something screeched from her, half a laugh, half like some sort of poorly played brass instrument, and then there came a torrent of pure white demon seed from her glossy shaft. He caught a glimpse of the arc of hyena jizz rushing towards him before he just closed his eyes. Just in time too, given the force with which her spunk hit his face.

She absolutely erupted over him, drenching his features in a mask of steaming hot cream. He felt it in his hair, in his ears, his nose, and plenty got in his mouth even as he tried to seal his lips. Her rich taste infused him with pleasure, sinking deeply into his senses as if never to leave. She didn't stop until he had all but vanished beneath a torrent of demon cum, emptying her fat nuts to the very last twitching spurt. She didn't soften in the afterglow. She remained sheathed there on his cocks, idly clenching now and then just to make him flinch, stirring his excess jizz around inside her. Her snickering grew to cackling when he finally managed to wipe away enough cream to see her again. He must have looked like such a mess.

"Aren't we better off as canvasses, for all the eyes upon us?" she asked, leaving him blinking blankly at her. "Or are you the sort who thrives in shadow? I'll show you the truth of the consuming darkness."

Her confusing speech was all nothing more than a build up to sitting on his face. She schlllked her way off his cocks, leaving them basted in his own cum by the time they popped free of her tight confines. He was left drifting, panting, faintly squishing as she brushed across his shafts on the way to climbing over top of him. It took a relatively nimble spin on a single paw to get her ass positioned perfectly for utterly engulfing in the smothering embrace of a good hard facesitting. She pushed herself down snugly right atop his muzzle without any further warning, pressing his lips firmly to the cum-slathered hole he'd so recently fucked. He was just going to have to clean up the mess he made.

A firm smooch of ring to face produced another little pop when she pulled back, but it wasn't to relent, merely to position herself better for some grinding. He took the silent cue to start slurping without needing any further prodding. All he needed was that warm, thick ass in his face and he was servicing her in an instant. Long, smooth strokes of his tongue across the thick donut ring of her black rim. It was smooth and sleek, slathered in all the excess cat spunk that hadn't gone all the way to her belly. He licked it right off her bare flesh and swallowed, bringing a pleased little snicker from above that he heard slightly muffled by all the hyena curve atop his face.

She of course wasn't content to simply sit and bask in his worship. Pressing down even more firmly, she took his tongue right inside her to give it the same squeezing treatment she'd given his cocks. It was like she was trying to squeeze all the saliva out of him, juicing his tongue like a sponge as she clamped down on the roughly textured organ. He was happy to tonguefuck her as hard as she liked. Dealing with a demon meant he didn't have to worry about overstimulating her. Plunging deep, he dragged and stroked that roughly textured tongue all over her humid insides, dragging out as much of his own cum with every slurp, pressing down on her tender spots whenever he could find them. Applying the tip of his tongue to the right spot made her pleasantly twitch, a rippling running through her muscles until even she couldn't suppress the moans that came from such a talented feline ass-eating.

"Such a keeper," she spoke, slightly snarling it through her clenched fangs. "You have such gifts ... and I want them."

He still didn't know what she meant by that. It hardly mattered, when he was face-deep in her rump, clutching her by the hips, hungrily pulling her back against him. He couldn't get enough of her. Doused in her heat, her musk, her flavours, he thrived upon the sensory feast she granted him, praising her with every firm lick inside and out that sleek black hole. She may have been a demoness but he was happy to treat her like a goddess, running his tongue along every single little detail of her rump he could possibly reach. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go, pushing it inside her to the very root, before finally dragging back with a curling stroke to stimulate her as much as possible. By the time he pulled his tongue back out, his senses were almost numb with the constant saturation of pure demon overpowering them.

She reached to pat him on the head and slowly pulled herself atop from him once she was seemingly satisfied. A roll of her hips and some unnatural bending allowed her to look directly at his face before the rest of her body caught up. He was left gazing into her eyes, then scanning down to her grinning teeth when her stare proved too intense. She licked along her fangs and lips alike, drooled some lengthening strings of saliva, and slowly swayed back and forth to some unheard rhythm. Then she ever so slowly reached forth to gently place a finger right on Chiger's nose, lightly tapping.

"Boop."

There was something incredibly disorienting about that simple touch. He went cross-eyed just watching her do it, and from there, the room began to spin. Chiger rubbed at his nose, wondering what sort of special power such a subtle touch held. Then he looked back up at Shirazi herself, far up. She loomed larger and larger, a giant upon the candlelit bed. He sank down into the sheets, dwelling in her humid presence, feeling himself shadowed more and more by her as his body rapidly changed in size. All it had taken was a little nudge. She probably hadn't even needed to do that. He barely managed to murmur his confusion before she swept him up in her palm, clutching him greedily, but carefully. The demon held him just firmly enough to suppress his squirming without hurting him. She needed him alive for all the fun to come.

"What ... what's happening?" he managed to stammer, wincing at his own tiny voice.

"I told you. I told you. I want you. I want you," she explained, as if it had been obvious the whole time.

Maybe it had. She was a demon, and yet he'd simply allowed her to take him, to pleasure him. He'd even offered her his silent praise in the form of those worshipful licks. He wasn't any less aroused for the treatment, either. Especially when she brought him down to rub his whole naked body against her comparatively towering cock. It was bigger than his entire self, slick with dripping cum and pre alike. She smeared him up in a thick layer of musk-laden juices until he was sputtering, choking on the pure potency of the juices soaking into his skin. Pinning him between her shaft and her palm, she rubbed herself with him as if he was nothing more than a toy, bringing him all the way to her leaking tip to soak in and swallow some of the fluids pouring from her. It was enough to make him feel slightly like he was drowning, but the tantalizing essence on his palate nonetheless kept him dazed, kept him subdued and mostly accepting what was happening to him.

She throbbed against him, squishing him up against a bulging vein beneath the black flesh of her spire. Then up he went, wrapped up tight again, feeling her mark sinking into him, claiming him as hers. She found another snug place for him between her breasts, where she playfully squished him into her cleavage, utterly burying him in fluff. He gave another little cry that got lost in her thick fur and chanced a bit of a wriggle once she let him go. That left him supported entirely by her breasts as she wrapped them snug around his shrunken body, playing with them in both hands to playfully crush him in between. They were pleasantly soft pillows, never at risk of harming him, but being completely lost in the silver forest of her fur was overwhelming enough all on its own.

By the time she retrieved him, he was panting, sweltering, but still faintly kicking his legs, perhaps only by instinct. He felt even warmer when she breathed on him. A long, hot puff of her sweet breath over his naked form left him flailing for release, dangling from two of her fingers like he was nothing more than an insect. He watched her tongue whipping from one corner of her jaws to the other. He saw the drool flowing right out over the shiny black surface of her lower lip. A gnash of her teeth told him how much worse things could get, and how quickly. Yet even so, he still struggled for all he had as she brought him towards her outstretched tongue, all laid out as the welcome mat to the slobbery cave that awaited him.

There was at least some relief in his mind when he slipped past her fangs unharmed. She didn't so much as nibble him. Of course, that just meant he was looming close to the black void that was her undulating gullet, slipping and sliding in the river of drool he helped her produce. All at once, he was swimming in humid darkness, feeling her every excited breath puff up past his naked body. He writhed upon her tongue. He fought against her pressurized suckling. Yet for all his effort and strain, nothing could stop her from pushing him around inside her mouth, from cheek to cheek, roof to bottom, ensuring she rolled him all around and got her tongue on every single inch of his diminished body.

She spread him across her entire palate in the process of sucking on him. Sometimes she just trapped him in one side of her mouth, pinned to her cheek so she could lick and stroke him with her tongue. It was an absolute assault of saliva. How could one creature drool so damn much? He was left fighting just to keep his head above all the excess fluids he made her slobber as she savoured his taste from every angle. Eventually she found him with her teeth, but only very gently. The points were sharp, but never harmed him as she carefully nibbled on him just to milk out that much more flavour. Yet for all the teasing, they both knew what was coming next.

In his desperation for something to grip onto, he reached out for her fangs, but he couldn't find his grip. He slipped. All it took was a toss of her head, and he plummeted face first into the embrace of her throat, hugged from all sides by the sheer power of demonic peristalsis. Which felt just like any other gulping muscles, but it was the destination he feared more than the journey. What awaited him in a hellspawn's stomach? The swallowing suppressed his flailing. His limbs were pinned, his fate was sealed. One more solid gllllp echoed around his body, sending him straight down into the pit that beckoned. She ate him whole and sent him rapidly down to her belly with a pleasant swell of her neck fur. Then he was gone.

It was all so easy for her. She ate his shrunken form as easily as she might have drank a glass of water. The terror kept his screams stuck in his throat as he fell. The slick walls around him did nothing to slow his plunge. Instead, they pushed him down faster and faster, forcing him to build up speed until he finally splashed down deep within the hyena. Maybe it wasn't what it seemed, he found himself desperately thinking even as he struggled his way to the top of bubbling, hissing fluids. He heard the gurgles and groans as the walls closed in around him from all sides. Her gut bellowed in welcome to its prey. Yet for all the noise, he could still make out her voice above, and the prominent schlick schlick of her stroking her shaft. She wanted to make it obvious to him that she was going to get off on digesting him.

"Eheheheehe. I told you. I told you every time I saw you. You thought it was all just a joke, didn't you? Well I find it funny, at least ..."

Her body rattled with those savage cackles. He could feel her digestive juice sloshing around him, already starting to tingle their way past his skin. That striped pelt was hardly any protection against a hyena's acids. Even the non-demonic members of her species could easily melt bone. He was only thankful it didn't hurt yet. Maybe he'd manage to go numb, or pass out before it got nasty in there. Though in his gasping, he still got plenty of air. She was keeping him squirming for as long as she could, stroking herself off all the while.

"Oh no. You're not just going to perish yet. Let me enjoy this."

She took up position leaning back against the many pillows, legs spread, one hand on her belly and the other on her cock as she jerked off to the sound and sensation of her gut compressing and churning all around its captive. He found himself losing track of time. Sometimes, there were gaps, as if he was blackout out in the heat and then recovering. She kept him from drowning whenever he faded for a while, kept him floating in the hotly sizzling juices. He could hear himself being digested, though it didn't hurt, at least. Instead, it proved an intensely stimulating experience that overwhelmed his senses in seconds. That was about as much mercy as he was going to get from a hungry demon.

The constant tingle crept into his nerves as a strange sensation of pleasure. It rose in strength with every grinding churn, ensuring that every moment he spent in the horrifying reality of getting digested by the hyena was something near orgasmic. There came his shaky cry, all but silent compared to the massive glorping of his own melting body, and a head-to-toe shudder and throb as the pleasure utterly consumed him. His cocks got hard again, no matter how foolish it was to get off in such a situation. Mortal terror was hardly important compared to the pure, unrelenting goodness rushing and coursing through his veins. With a sense of blushing shame, he found himself so very overtaken by the powerful feelings flooding him from all sides that he managed to spurt all over his belly in the process of getting melted down to mush for the sultry, insane demoness.

From there he fell to numbness, but the pleasure was never far from his mind. It banished the panic, the terrible knowledge of what was happening to him. Instead, he was a twitching, softening mess, covered in his own cum as much as her digestive fluids. Now and then he managed a little whimper as the pleasure broke through his overwhelmed mind and set him to squirming once more, but he was growing weaker and weaker. There was less of him left to feel anything at all. She kept him locked in there, drowning in pleasure, overstimulated to the point he thought he might lose his mind with the enduring stimulation of his own gurgly demise. Even with doom impending, he was trapped in his own forced ecstasy while she turned his body into food.

Gradually liquefying deep down in the gut of the wicked creature took him hours. It should have been much faster than that. She was toying with him. For her own perpetual pleasure, she dragged out every single moment of his eradication until there was nothing left to squirm with. Even then, his consciousness refused to fade. He couldn't feel his body but for a vague awareness of where he was, and the pressure being exerted upon him as he was cooked in the sweltering, steaming sack that was the demon's stomach. She digested through everything he'd been, leaving less than bones behind, and finally pushed the churned up mess he had become deeper through her system. He felt at times like he was falling, at other times like he was being crushed, and it all felt like a terrifying descent into hell. If he wasn't already there.

Worse still, she wasn't done digesting him in her gut either. He'd left something behind. Somehow he knew exactly what was happening. From bad to worse he went, as his glimmering soul reflected out upon the fleshy walls of the hyena's insides. They squeezed his precious immortal spirit. They crushed it down to shiny goop. He found himself stripped of memories, of ambitions, of his very identity as she melted down the more valuable thing of all. She absorbed it into her system just like the rest of him, nothing more than a nutritious substance for the demon to harvest, to feed into her curves and energy alike. His only chance at an afterlife was going to get packed onto her tits and ass alike.

She didn't digest all of it. There was just enough left for him to know he was still there, still existing in some form. She might have done that on purpose, just to humiliate him one final time. He of course couldn't see a thing, but they were back in his bedroom, just the regular kind of room, and she was squatting there above his pillow. She didn't bother heading to the bathroom. Instead, she lifted her thick tail and started to push him out right then and there. His body and soul was all melted down into one solid mass, forming into a faintly glowing log of demon hyena shit to coil down on his bed. And he was aware of it every single step of the way.

A prisoner in his own fate, Chiger was left with just enough faint sensations to know Shirazi was shitting him out, to know that was all he'd ever be again. Everything she'd found useful had already been turned into her curves. The rest was just waste, a pile of useless filth that accumulated before her as she faintly grunted her way through the dirty process. The little quivers of her breath told him she was enjoying it, too. To think his final existence was nothing more than something undesirable, something to be forgotten, filled him with emotions he couldn't properly express as a steaming mound. There were no bones, hardly even any scraps of fur to say it had once been him, but the remnants of his soul knew what he'd become.

"There you go, Chiger. Just like you were always meant to be. Every second off the clock brought you close to your fate inside me." She giggled at 'him'. "You weren't going to keep me away for long. And now you're never, ever going to escape. Enjoy your new existence."

She didn't see any need to stick around and tease him further. That was how she left him, steaming and cooling, perhaps to eventually be found by someone who came in looking for him. They were far too late to save him, or even to recognize him. The few thoughts, the few shards of his shattered self he had left began to fade in time. He had no idea how long it was. There he remained, digested and dumped out by the demoness, a mass of filth that knew precisely what he was, feeling humiliation right up to the moments he couldn't feel or think anything at all. That tiny trace of his soul wasn't enough to sustain his consciousness. Soon the pile of shit formally known as Chiger lost its last semblance of self, and he vanished from existence itself but for the extra pounds he'd added to Shirazi's hellish curves.