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Mazzy always had time for her friends, even when she was in the process of digesting two people alive. Well, mostly alive. They weren't moving much anymore, softened and mostly smoothed over in her bulging gut. Now and then they still writhed in pleasure while they soaked in the experience. As gruesome as her half-demonic body might have been treating them, they felt nothing but ecstasy right down to the very last glurrrning clench. By the time she hefted herself up to answer the door, belly sloshing and bouncing with her every happy, bounding step, they'd stopped moving.

She didn't have time to get herself dressed. It wasn't like her clothes would have fit her all that well at that moment, anyway. Intensely horny from the ecstasy of churning two good friends like that - temporarily, of course - she simply had to answer the door with her shiny black dick standing up tall, squishing into her prey-stuffed belly. Her gut visibly shrank down while she rubbed it with her free hand, turning the knob with the other to reveal the very nervous genet standing in the hallway, fidgeting with his hands. His eyes went a little wider when he got an eyeful of the naked, leopard-spotted shark standing there stuffed and dripping, cock throbbing with every aggressive inwards glrrk of her stomach. Not to mention the wafting musk of sweaty shark sex that clouded his mind and made him trip all over his words at first.

"Oh, I, wow, I mean, I just ... Mazzy! Wow. Sorry if I'm interrupting ..."

"No, it's okay! They just finished squirming, actually. Are you alright? You sounded really worried when you called."

They'd only chatted briefly before she agreed he could come visit, though that was plenty of time for her to accidentally let a prey-fuelled belch into the receiver. She'd been eating well, and she was already thickening with the extra fat her double meal was getting converted into by her frightfully efficient, very much supernatural body. What was usually a trim, if still curvy, atheletic body had grown to a much softer, squishier form all around after some recent indulgences. She knew something must have been seriously wrong if he wasn't actively eyeing up that swollen gut of hers. It seemed like he hadn't even noticed. Grey fidgeted a little more before he just spilled it, blurting it all out, no matter how silly it might have sounded.

"Well, I don't know how to ask you this, but I think I might need you to save me from your mom."

What might have been a joke in other circumstances was anything but. Mazzy's demonic side came from a creature of madness and dark desires the likes of which the shark herself dared not indulge in. She nodded her head and reached out to take the genet by the hand, helping him cross the threshold into her apartment, patting him on the back as she did. The genet looked like he hadn't slept all night. Poor thing needed a hug, and the spotty shark was happy to supply it.

Of course, she had a belly in the way, so it was going to mean picking him right up in a bridal carry of sorts so he could rest his head on her bust. Everything was better with shark tits. Though what he said definitely didn't sound good. She tipped her head and carried him into her place so she could settle on the couch with him in her lap, stroking down his spine.

"What is that loony yeen up to today? Has she been teasing you? I know she's really scary sometimes, but she probably didn't mean it, whatever it was. "

"It's more than that. I think I might have made a mistake."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah. I kind of, well, I mean, I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty certain I might have signed away my soul to her forever." He rubbed the back of his head.

She gave him a deep look and blinked a few times. "Oh. Um. Why did you do that? I mean, no judgment if that's what you wanted, of course ...."

"I didn't! She just ... I thought she was just joking. She was super casual about it all. And I, uh." Grey blushed deeply "Well, she was being really hot at the time, so I guess I wasn't thinking ..."

"Ohhh, I know how it can be." Mazzy grinned brightly for a second, but then her expression fell. "You probably shouldn't have done that."

"How fucked am I?"

"Really, really fucked." Mazzy nodded solemnly.

"Please! She terrifies me. You won't let her get me, will you? I know she's coming for me. I can feel her getting closer. There must be something you can do. Can't you just talk to her? Maybe say you're my friend?"

Mazzy contemplated for a time, but her expression remained serious. Seeing her without a smile on her face was an alien experience all its own.

"I'm sorry, I know this might seem mean, but it's really hard to break a contract like that. Even for a friend. Unless ..."

"Unless? You must have some idea." He leaned in to nuzzle even closer to her tits, if such a thing was possible.. "I'm ready to beg you, here."

"Well, there is one way. I'm just not sure if you'll like it. "

"Please! Anything! I'm freaking out right now!"

"Okay! Well, it's simple." She settled down on the couch, with the genet splayed across her lap, snuggled into her visible flattening belly. "She's my mom, yeah. So that makes me half demon. Which comes with most of the privileges."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! So, all you have to do is just sign with me instead. Soul and all."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"Mmhmm. Normally this would be a really bad idea. She has the right to you and all. So, she'd come to collect, we'd fight for you, all that. But, I mean. She's my mom. If I tell her I really really want you for myself, I think she'll understand. The only thing is - we have to really do it."

"What do you mean?"

"I have to eat you and take your soul, for real. Before she gets here, ideally." Her eyes flashed fiery red for a moment as her grin returned. It was just a moment, but enough to make her look briefly like a believable taker of souls. Then her expression softened. "Don't worry! I'll only hold it for a while. You won't get obliterated like you would if she got her paws on you. I'll take really good care of you while you're mine."

He watched her for a time. She was still wearing that usual sweet, if toothy smile. As much as he knew all about her nature, it was easy to forget all about it. She didn't act like someone with demon blood, even with those red eyes of hers. And perfect breasts. Oh, to be part of that body for an extended time. Not forever. But for how long? The details didn't matter too much as long as it kept him from the hyena's clutches. He clung to her a little more closely, and not because it let him nuzzle her chest a little better.

"You'd really do that for me? Even if it might make her mad?"

"Oh, please, she's got dozens of souls by now. Or is it hundreds? Hard to keep track!" She giggled gently. "Anyway, no offense, but I'm sure she'll move on to some other poor unfortunate thing soon enough. And to think this is her idea of being more good ..."

"Let's do it," he blurted while she trailed off. "Anything you want. I know you wouldn't hurt me. I trust you."

Her eyes did a little shimmer at that. She gave him a little squeeze. "You really mean that?"

"Of course! You're always so gentle with me."

"I can be less gentle, if you like it that way."

He perked his ears up at that, casting her that shiny-eyed genet look that could melt the hearts of the darkest creatures. Well, aside from Shirazi. He knew the hyena had no mercy in store for him. That was why he didn't even bother to look at the contract the shark conjured up out of flame, just behind him. A little wave of her hands and a wiggle of her finger to fill in the details, and it was ready. All that remained was the line at the bottom, awaiting Grey's name.

"Here. Just going to need to give you a tiny little nibble to get this signed properly. Borrow a finger of yours? I'll go really light, promise."

He held up his hand, letting her slowly draw it towards her jaws. Such a thing might have been a little fearsome, but he knew she was a master of the gentle nibble. He barely felt it when she pressed a tooth to one of his fingertips, drawing a tiny drop of blood so he could sign away his soul on the contract hovering behind him. When he turned to look it over, he gave it little more than a quick glance. Mazzy wouldn't try to trick him. He trusted her completely. A quick, sloppy signature on that fiery piece of parchment crackling in the air, and it was gone in a puff of smoke. Then he gave her a little kiss on the cheek while the tension drained from his muscles.

"Phew. Okay. I think it's going to be okay. God, I was really scared for a minute there. Thank you, Mazzy."

She gave him a curious tip of her head, then a deep glare. Out came the teeth, shiny as ever.

"Pardon? Oh, you don't get to call me by my name anymore, pet."

The way she said that made him jolt back in surprise. Offering her a long stare, he saw her smile growing somehow wider. It overtook his vision.

"Um, I'm sorry. M-mistress, then?"

"That's better. Put your hands right here." She tapped her belly. "I know you want to."

He looked at her in silence for what felt to him like a long time. It was only a few seconds. The sound of her stomach giving a particularly juicy churn, crushing down on her softening prey was enough to break him out of it. He did as she told him, the heat rising in his cheeks the whole time. Kneading into her naked belly allowed him to feel the still-solid shape of the prey beneath the pudge. Mazzy was growing thicker and softer while she digested whoever it had been. That just meant there was more to squeeze and admire. His mouth was slightly agape while he snuggled close and admired the terrifying speed she could convert a person into shark curves.

She left him to tend to her as she leaned back, loudly churning the last of her meals into more of her body. There was an audible crackle within her as bone gave way under the hellish conditions. Parting her spotty legs meant letting the sweaty heat she'd worked up swim outwards into the room. It had been smelling of horny shark in there ever since he arrived, but he only truly realized it then. Taking a moment to suck down a deep breath, he offered her a bashful look, biting his lower lip, blinking rapidly when he couldn't withstand the intensity of her gaze.

"I got myself really worked up with the whole, you know, devouring two people whole thing. Sweaty, too. You're a good boy, right? Good boys clean their mistresses without even needing to be asked."

When he hesitated for even a moment, soaking in her sudden change in demeanour, she snatched him. Grabbing him by the head let her demonstrate just how powerful she was - or physically strong, at least. She shoved him straight down until he slipped right off the couch. Falling to his knees before her, he got his face stuffed straight between her legs when she pushed him hard enough. The way he smacked into her fist-sized balls might have been painful for someone else, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she held him there, smothered, swimming in salty shark scent, unable to do anything but huff the musk right off her shiny skin. The steam of her body heat enveloped him all throughout his desperate sniffing.

At least she didn't have to command him to start licking. That just came naturally when he was nestled against such an impressive pair of nuts. He could feel them swelling out beneath his tongue while he dragged it up and down. She wasn't just absorbing her prey into her curves. They got converted into a sloshing load of cum by Mazzy's weird demonic body. Those balls were plumper after ever slurp, putting out more and more of the mesmerizing musk that made Grey drool. Saliva trailed down from those heavy nuts and over the genet's chin while he worshipped his new mistress.

"Mmmf ... hmmf ... how did you ..." he could be heard saying, though he was far too muffled to be clear. Even so, Mazzy seemed to know what he was getting at.

"Oh, I always know. We've had so much fun together, but I always sensed you wanted more. Now's your chance."

She patted him on the back of the head, though that alone was enough to shove him even more firmly into her crotch. He found his nose snug right at the base of her cock, pinned there, sucking down her scent while he lapped away the unending sweat pouring from her balls. The juices clinging to her glossy shaft slowly trickled down atop his nose. They were still clinging to her after all the fun she'd had before he arrived. He lingered there for a little longer before starting to kiss his way up along her cock. With his eyes shut, he focused solely on her taste and her touch, worshipping her like a proper demoness deserved.

"Goooood boy." Her voice came out almost like a purr, befitting of her rosettes. She stroked his head some of the time, and just held him down the rest, as if he needed any forcing to slurp and slather all over her. "I'm going to fuck your face now."

He heard her say it, and he felt her take hold of his head in both hands, but even then he wasn't ready for it. The sudden jerking tug she gave him shouldn't have worked as well as it did. Her precision was unnatural, but so were a lot of things she was capable of doing. One single ramming thrust was all it took to completely bottom out in his mouth and throat alike. He flinched at first, expecting himself to choke, but that moment never came. She simply fit perfectly inside of him. Her taste overtook his senses, leaving him to drool, his eyes to water even when he squeezed them shut. All the fear was gone while he mindlessly adored the demon shark's cock. He wanted to serve Mistress as best he could.

All it took was being a good hole for her to use. She pulled hard on him and bucked her hips where she sat, pumping hard enough to bounce up from the couch in the process of thumping his face. Her nuts slapped his chin while she made a sloppy mess of her throat, fucking him, taking him, claiming him with the kind of dominance he'd never seen her express before. Was she worried about scaring him? Or had he simply not earned that side of her until then? Signing that contract was feeling more and more like the right decision while she mashed that irresistible musk into his tongue with every stroke.

Chugging down her precum was a full-time task. He swallowed constantly, eyes rolling back with pleasure. She tasted as good as she smelled, overtaking him with that demonically pleasing essence that danced all over his tongue. The sound of his glurk every time she bottomed out in his mouth and the wet squelch of all that spit and other juices splashing out went nicely with the steady smack of her balls. She held nothing back. He had no idea how he even managed to withstand it, once she really got going. Her pace was relentless, brutal, and the gnashing snarl above him reminded him his job was to keep sucking her off, no matter what.

Eventually she got to her feet just to fuck him harder. He knelt there, arms at his side, completely helpless while she made use of his throat. Piledriving down with her thick tail lifted high for balance, she made him tip his head back just so she could shove her dick straight down his throat. He swore he could feel it in his chest. Was it getting bigger? It obscenely bulged his gullet with her every stroke. She clacked those great sharp chompers and let a little drool rain down on him to go along with all the sweat, or the thicker and thicker precum overflowing from his lips while she rutted him like a toy.

The mess poured down his body, soaking his clothes to the point of translucent. His shirt felt as if it might simply dissolve where it clung to his chest, rendered heavy by the drenching she gave him. His own cock pulsed so hard it felt as if it might simply explode from his pants, but the fabric held firm for the moment. For whatever reason, he was moaning more than she was. The sound came muffled and wet between her sloppy thrusts, but he felt his pleasure rising just as much as her own when she went extra rigid between his lips.

Finishing with a rapidly, pounding pace devoid of flourish, she rutted him to a messy cumshot straight into his belly. He felt it hit the bottom of his gut in an instant, splatting down hard and hot, filling him out, swelling him in seconds. Those prey-fattened nuts milked out a massive load in all the clenching, bouncing ecstasy going through the shark. She gnashed, she shuddered, but she finally gave a warm, feminine moan amid the more frightful sounds. It was quickly followed by a thunderous growl that sounded as if it was being delivered in several voices at once, as if just to remind him who and what he was dealing with.

Grey hardly needed the reminding when he was kneeling there with his hands on his belly, marvelling at just how much cum she was putting into him. Her sweat formed steaming raindrops on his fur where it was exposed. More by the minute with his clothes finally just falling off of him, melting like ice beneath the summer sun. She was his bright, shiny star and he could only bask in her while she finished in his mouth, leaving him to overflow and make a further mess of his newly naked self. Somewhere amid all the chaos, he'd managed to cum from excitement alone, though it was hardly noticeable in all the mess she'd made of him.

A sudden kick to the shoulder knocked him completely flat. She somehow managed to strike him without it hurting. He slurked off her shaft and flopped out flat on the carpet, starting up at her. She jerked and grinned, finishing off her big fat load all over his face, his chest, everything she could reach really. The mess splattered all around him until he was resting in a puddle. She certainly gave no sign of caring. Mazzy stroked until she was finished, leaving the genet to soak in the results of the sudden, vicious facefuck she gave him.

She was still sweating plenty. It steamed upon her shiny skin, leaving her so wet it looked like she'd just come back from a swim. He wondered if she was actually overheated, or if she was simply doing it for his sake. That he loved her all hot and musky was no secret. She loomed, slowly swinging her hips, staring down at him while he regarded her with wide, adoring eyes. Yet for as much affection as he might have had for her, he still flinched in brief fear when her eyes flashed in that way. Sharply pointing at him had the effect of freezing him in place to listen to her every word. He probably would have anyway.

"It's time. I want it. I want what's inside you. That precious thing. That ... mmm ..." She was working up so much saliva thinking about it that she had to stop to lick along her lips and teeth alike. "I need your soul, Grey. I've always wanted it all for myself ..."

"Just to hold it, right?" His voice was a barely audible whisper.

"Of course. For as long as I like. And I know just how to take it from you."

Whether it was her presence alone or some sort of demonic magic that held him perfectly paralyzed in place, the result was the same. He barely dared to even breathe when she settled down on top of him. Maybe he should have taken the opportunity while he still could. The shark was looking extra thick and squishy after her belly completely flattened out again, her prey completely claimed by her body. She carried her meals was some pleasant padding on her spotty ass - the very same that was currently pressing down atop Grey's face, completely enveloping him between her ample cheeks, overtaking him in the heat, the musk, the sweat-slick embrace of a rump he wasn't going to escape from.

"Mm! Yes, you'll make a good seat. A throne worthy of an empress, don't you think?"

She wiggled atop him as she teased him, shaking those hips back and forth, making those cheeks jiggle atop his face. He was immersed in her, breathing her, but never suffocating. She wasn't about to let him perish from just a bit of facesitting. Somehow, even though he was completely smothered beneath her, he endured, lungs drawing breath right from her sleek taint. He kissed her in an instant of her arrival, and in time moved on to more thorough worship with his tongue all over everything he could reach with it. Through it all he couldn't help but simply sniff her, taking in the heady scent of horny demoness that had never been more apparent. She was his new obsession and he served her with everything he had. Yet that still wasn't enough to satisfy her dark appetite.

"Deeper. Deeper." The snarl in her voice wasn't one he'd ever heard before, yet it didn't discourage him. "You're not getting away from me."

His heart fluttered as he listened to her slipping deeper into demonic depravity. He always knew she had it in her. Was she unleashing it just for him, or had it been the real her all along? Still, she promised. She wasn't going to annihilate him like Shirazi was surely planning. He was going to be safe with her - safe inside her. That she was going to devour him was clear to him from the start, but his cock gave a delighted throb and his body a happy little shudder of absolute pleasure when he found her dominant facesit pressing down all the more thoroughly, until his snout pushed past the resistance of her ring and he entered her, snug beneath her thick shark tail.

Devouring him with her sweaty hole meant clenching on him and kneading him with the contractions of her inner muscles. The more of him she took inside the more pleasure she took from him, which meant gripping all the harder. The cycle continued, dragging his face away, dousing him in shark musk. He huffed his way inside her, toes wiggling with numbing pleasure. Giving his whole body to that prey-thickened ass was everything he wanted. He let the dark flesh of her hole constrict him, cramming him into a smaller and smaller shape and stretching around what remained too solid to squeeze. It was all so easy for Mazzy. She gave nothing but pleasant gasps and groans in between gnashes of her teeth while she ate him.

She was gripping him so tightly that he was pretty certain something gave way under the pressure. The initial crackle of bone was startling, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, there was a continuous rush of pleasure and excitement at every touch, every taste, every mouthful of musk he got while he delved all the deeper into her body. Her belly began to round out with his presence, and she kept her hands there, rubbing, kneading at his confined face through the layers that separated him from the outside world. Squishing the intensely hot flesh over his features while she squeezed him away only made things all the more overwhelming for Grey.

Mazzy worked down to his waist, letting his cock throb near her down, occasionally rubbing against her balls. She held him there for as long as she liked. A bouncing thrust of her hips made a dildo of his upper half, squishing up and down with a solid thud of her rump on the floor. His face kept grinding up and down, in and out while she rode him. She didn't even have to touch him to make him blow. The excitement of being her squirmy little butt toy was all the pleasure he needed to work up to a hefty, uncontrollable cumshot. There was no holding it back.

Grey shot a rope of cum all the way up to splash on the bust of his new mistress. Mazzy took it with a grin, like most things. Twisting her hips back and forth to grind on his trapped face all the more thoroughly, humping up and down over his shoulders and chest, she made sure she got just as much pleasure from him as she granted him all through his soaring cumshot. Thick stands of genet spunk splashed over her spots, or simply rained down to the floor while he desperately panted inside of her. He was going hard enough to make the bulge in her belly rise and fall with his convulsions of absolute pleasure. She simply stroked over the outline of his face and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Gooood boy. Milk all that cum out before I churn you into nothing. Oh, you're going to be so happy as shark pudge. Just think how it'll feel to jiggle with my every step - and my every thrust."

Her voice was ever so clear to him even confined inside of her. The moment he was done draining his nuts for Mistress was the one she chose to clench down hard, nearly crushing him to dust on the spot. The squishy walls worked him hard, dragging him away in the near-orgasmic flexes of her insides. He was getting closer to her belly after winding his way back and forth through her intestines. The heat was only growing more intense the deeper he went, especially as her pleasure rose. What should have been overwhelming, even painful in how sweltering it was, brought him nothing but enduring ecstasy, long after he was done cumming for her.

"Ohhh, Grey, ohh, you're almost ... you're almost gone ... you're almost mine ..."

Whether it was more a dominant growl or an overwhelmed whimper was hard to say. It was a little of both. She curled her toes and rocked back and forth, thumping down on him to fully tuck him away. His still-stiff cock remained trapped against his belly, gliding along on the lubrication of his own cum. The air was thick, his head was spinning, and no amount of sweating could possibly help him. All he could do was wriggling inside of her and hope he was being a good toy. By the persistent sound of her shouted moans, he was doing everything he needed to do.

Mazzy's belly grew bigger and more squeezable the more the genet settled into her stomach proper. It gurgled in welcome to his presence while he found himself instantly submerged in the hungering juices of her previous meals. There were still traces of who they had been. Some were subtle in the form of little bits of undigested fur or strands of hair. Others were much more obvious, bumping right into him as soon as he arrived. The thud of bone against face startled him, but as his arms slipped inside from the bottom he was able to push them out of the way and make room for himself to curl up.

His legs vanished under her tail, tucked away between her rosetted cheeks, and then so did his paws. He was nothing but a bulge beneath the sharkskin of his dark mistress, to be rubbed and admired while she claimed him. A little more clenching and squeezing helped tuck him away completely, enveloped in the blackness of her body, overpowered by the acidic scent of his own fur getting slowly burned away from his body. It started as a tingle and grew more intense as the sloshing, churning digestion process attacked him all at once, but it never hurt him. She wouldn't let it. There was nothing but immense pleasure coursing through his entire body all through what might normally have been a brutal process. It was enough to make him want to cum again.

No matter how much she'd drained him in the process of feasting on him, he still had more to give. It was his tribute to her and everything he adored about her. It was difficult to get a good grip on his dick when he was swimming in digestive juices - not to mention the liquefied remnants of whoever she'd been sloshing when he arrived there, terrified. He'd been so scared then, but everything felt better inside of her. So much so that he even went so far as to grab one of the bones floating around to use as his personal toy. Writhing and grinding against that smoothed-over piece of former prey got him stiff and twitching in seconds, all while Mazzy's stomach worked him into a hairless, reddened piece of meat.

There was still plenty of time to blow another load for her, his mistress, his demonic goddess. He showed her exactly how much he appreciated her by grinding himself stupid on that bone, humping, thrusting, bucking around in her digestive acids. Whenever there should have been terrible pain, there was instead untold pleasure. He was caught up in the ecstasy of joining with Mazzy's body to the point he all but lost his mind. His every movement was automatic, and when he slowed down for a moment, the shark made sure to squeeze and tease him until she got him squirming again.

It was simply too much. Being inside of her got his excitement peaking to the point it didn't matter how well she'd drained his nuts. He still had more to offer her, even if it was watery. Another spurt, another shuddering climax deep inside of her was enough to jiggle around the belly bulge that he was. She drummed on him and groped him, toying with his body while he rattled his way through another orgasm deep inside of him. It was only when he was twitching, huffing, and dry-firing within her that she finally relented. With her hands, at least. Her belly didn't treat him any more gently.

"You feel so good in there, mm, yes, yessss ... " she hissed between her teeth, destructively swinging her tail around. Something crashed to the floor but she didn't pay it any mind. She was far too excited for that.

Eventually she flopped back onto the couch, utterly glistening all over, so she could seize hold of her cock in both hands. She was stiff and steamy, emanating pure heat and musk while she slowly digested her prey. As much as she could have easily churned through him in seconds just like she had her previous meals, she dragged it out, making sure he felt pleasure every step of the way. Just having him simmering away in there, slow cooking in potent digestive juices got her so turned on that she simply had no choice but to frantically, savagely pleasure herself. All that movement had a way of stirring up more activity inside of her, both in the form of Grey's wriggles, and in the deep, resonant glrrrrn of her constant but gradual digestive process working him over.

The genet basked in the afterglow of release while Mazzy's gut worked him over ever so thoroughly. He got clenched and churned hard, but he never faded, nor gave way under all the pressure. Not when he knew his mistress was enjoying him so much. Digesting him brought her such pleasure that it didn't take long for her to reach her peak. That climax jolted through her entire body, making her twitch and spasm all throughout. Grey heard her heart accelerating, heard her rasping gasps filtered through the fleshy walls around him. He even heard the splatter of thick cum hitting shark skin while she slopped and slathered herself from tits to tail in the results of her excitement.

Panting, drooling, dripping, steaming, Mazzy finally settled down and gave a few pats of her gut to make sure her prey hadn't passed out through all the extras squeezing that came with her orgasm. He squirmed on, pressing back at the walls around him to meet her touch. Somehow, he could just sense her smile. Maybe he just assumed. It was an easy assumption to make. When she spoke, her voice was back to the usual bright and cheery tone he was used to hearing from her. Not a hint of that demonic aggression remained.

"Well. I can't just sit around jerking off and digesting you all day. Or, well, I can, but I'm not going to, as tempting as it is! You're just going to have to come with me on some errands. I'm going to take my time with you, pet."

She didn't use his name anymore, even in casual conversation. His consciousness occasionally flickered for all the heat around him, but he remained very much alive and awake even when she hefted herself up to jiggle him down the hall. Every step wobbled him about, sloshing the juices around his slowly digesting form. He felt the water of a shower hitting her belly while she washed off all the sex and sweat that came with her indulgent afternoon. There was a little extra pressure when she pulled a shirt over him to get ready to set out into the world. First though, she had to make him a little more convenient to carry around.

"Hmm, let's see. You're going to make it hard to walk when you're such a big bulge. Hold on one sec."

All it took was her squeezing inwards for a few seconds, flexing those belly muscles to squish and crush down on his body until it crunched. The numbness that spread up his legs felt like it might overtake his entire body at first, but it stopped at his knees. He could still feel most of what was happening to him while he got scrunched up into a tighter ball, forced to curl around himself even when it meant shattering part of him. The destruction she inflicted upon him brought him another pang of ecstasy as potent as an orgasm, at least for a moment. After that, he slumped down and sighed as Mazzy hauled him out the door and into the public eye, anonymously trapped beneath her rounded, smoothing over middle.

She allowed him to enjoy the touches and admirations of friends and strangers alike whenever she showed him off to others. They touched and groped him as she made her way around town, squishing inwards on his softening form. The hours passed and he still remained alive, if notably more digested than before. He was left to wriggle excitedly when he felt her fucking someone else with his confined self pressed against their back. It never was clear to him who it was. By the time she returned with him, she gave him another squeeze, another grope, and spoke in a low, cooing voice.

"Still with me? Good boy. There's nothing like sleeping with someone still squirming around inside of you. I want you to make sure you keep moving for me in there all night for me, okay?"

She asked him nicely rather than commanding him, seemingly in a gentler mood than before. Though she didn't wait for his response before undressing and snuggling into bed. She could safely assume he would do exactly as he was told, without question. There he remained, giving slow but steady squirms all night to soothe his shark mistress while she slept the night away, even when it proved more and more difficult to keep from passing out in the increasingly caustic chamber. He was sinking down into his own digesting self, into the slop that used to be his body, but hearing his mistress happily snoozing and lightly snoring was all the motivation he needed to keep going. Making her feel good, even in her dreams, was its own reward.

Somehow he managed to cling on to himself to the next morning, even when there wasn't much left. He was slushing around within her shrinking stomach, picked nearly to the bone in places, still meaty in others. There wasn't much movement he could manage anymore. She stretched in bed, all four limbs sticking out until they wiggled, then reached down to clutch him. Just one squeeze left him even less intact, nearly snuffing him on the spot, but she wasn't about to let him go so subtly. Even in the cacophony of digestion, with his ears mostly melted from his head, he could hear her voice. Once she was finished yawning and moaning, anyway.

"Ooh! You're still there. Good, good boy!" She happily drummed on him, which was almost enough to push him over the edge, but not quite. "You've earned a reward. Which is being snuffed out while I jerk off, of course!"

Throwing off the covers, she scooted back in bed, propping the pillows up behind her. Morning wood hardly began to describe how stiff she was after all the pleasant dreams he'd given her throughout the sleepy stimulation session. She wrapped one hand around her dick and started pumping, soaking her fingers in precum within seconds of touching. Those deep, intense flexes went right along with the kneading of her belly all around what remained of her prey. All it was going to take was a little squeeze, but she knew he deserved so much more than that.

Pumping up tight around his body, jerking herself to the feeling of him slowly giving way under the pressure, she clenched up extra hard to finish him in one great stroke. With her hand working up and down her dick at hyper speed, she came all over herself and crushed him into nothing more than mush all in one single, decisive glurrrch. A sloppy snuffing was just the thing to bring her to a morning climax, and soon enough her whole bed smelled even more of shark. She creamed herself and splattered her surroundings, until cum trickled even from the ceiling. She was left panting, sweating, and loudly gurgling while the genet passed back down into her intestines once more.

That wasn't the end for him. He still found himself oddly aware of everything that was happening to him all throughout the process of being further digested by the sharkess. She was stripping away everything she could take from him, and that meant more than nutrients. It was just like she said. She siphoned his soul into her body, absorbing it, breaking it apart, but never fully destroying it. The process tickled. He couldn't move, but he could certainly feel and experience. The more she claimed him, the more her pleasure became his own, merging in flesh and senses while she digested his very mortal soul into her half-demonic body.

"Ooooooh, Grey ..." Her voice was soft, even fragile when she spoke his name one more time. Just this once. "Don't worry. I'll keep you right where you belong."

She groped and squeezed every part of her body that claimed him, that wore him to make her that much softer, that much curvier. It was going to be difficult for her to fit into her usual tight outfits with all that preyfat, but she really didn't mind. She wore him on her tits, her ass, her belly, her hips and thighs, but that wasn't where she put him. When he had undergone the process of draining through her intestines, he arrived at his new home, transformed into a thinking, feeling part of Mazzy's body. The flexing, clenching ecstasy was his own as much as hers while he slowly became aware of his new location, his new self was that same taut black asshole that had devoured him in the first place.

Mazzy prodded at him, teasing with a finger glossing around his new self. She giggled a little. It was ever so crude, but she knew what he loved. His soul was her captive, made part of her flesh, and he was simply along for the ride for whatever she wanted to do to him for as long as she decided to keep him. He hadn't read the exact terms. The excitement of it all had her rushing to retrieve some of her best toys, raining cum from her skin all the way. It didn't matter how hard she made herself cum digestion him. She still needed more.

"I want you to feel this, pet. I am going to give you all the pleasure you ever wanted and more while you stay with me."

Lubing up a floppy horsecock, she swiftly sat herself down on it without so much as easing it in. Ramming it past Grey and deep inside herself allowed him to assist in clenching down on it, gripping and flexing with that intense, heated buttlust they both shared. She might well have devoured that toy if not for the wide base for how hungrily she squeezed on it. There was no need to even ride it. Pumping down and gripping it hard was all she needed to milk out a mutual orgasm with her new companion, her new prisoner in her flesh.

Arching her back into a wall-painting cumshot atop that toy left her gnashing, even snarling. Grey rolled with all the pleasure, that ring flexing hard, sharing all the sensations right along with him. He could feel her, he could even taste her. That persistent shark musk that had so enticed him to begin with was never gone. It was part of him. She rocked all throughout that orgasm, making sure they both felt as much of it as possible, right down until the very last drop. Only then did she finally slump down, temporarily satisfied.

She sat on that toy a while longer, before slowly sliding off, letting Grey feel every detail along the way until there came that distinct POP. Wiggling her tail and stretching her arms above her head, she was finally able to yawn and continue about her day. Before anything else, she had a certain need. He could feel it building. Moving from the bed and slowly making her way to the bathroom, she couldn't help but softly tease him.

"You know what happens next. I bet you're going to enjoy it."

The toilet was right there, but she had other ideas. She needed a souvenir to show him when he was finally separate from her again. Reaching a foot out to slide over a large, glass jar with a resealable lid made a scraping sound on the floor. She popped it open, examining its clean interior for a moment. Were Grey still a genet, his whole body probably would have fit in there. She didn't have to worry about there being enough room when she lifted her tail and squatted over the open mouth of that container.

Grey felt himself tightening, flexing, pumping, working, then finally stretching to let out his very own remains. His body had been thoroughly stripped and claimed all throughout his journey in and out of the shark's fine ass, and all that remained was what she didn't need. Most of it came in the form of solidly packed shark shit, dabbed with little bits of pulverized bone and tufts of his own utterly ruined fur. Those small details were stimulating enough, but she made him feel even more when she got to the more solid pieces of his former self. Some were even still recognizable.

First it was pieces of what had been his spine, clattering against the glass sides of the jar before they plopped down to the growing pile of former genet. After that, there came a long, intact femur that rubbed against him until he thought he might make her cum again. With even more squeezing, and even a brief strain that had her grunting, she finished off by pushing out a small, hollowed, shit-packed skull to top off the great big mound with. A few more lengthy logs partly covered it up, further staining the darkened bone, packing his eye sockets, but still stuck out enough to serve as a trophy for the filthy keepsake. Or perhaps an epitaph, if she chose to keep him for real, but he knew she wouldn't do that.

"Wow. What a mountain you made, pet. I bet you're going to get so blushy when I show that to you, whenever I let you come back."

She let that particular phrasing hang in the air for a moment. Let him. It was all hers to decide, whenever she felt like it. He hadn't even read the contract. While she was contemplating that, still tingling after the nigh-orgasmic experience of helping her shit him out, she interrupted him with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Anyway, shower time! Then we can go have some fun!"

That was precisely how she carried him, trapped as part of her and loving every moment for the days to come. She never did tell him how long he had to stay. It was best left for him to guess, while she teased him in between sessions of fucking and getting fucked, and sometimes even using him to wrap around her next prey. His eager clenching helped her drag away others to add to her ass, but they stayed only temporarily. Their souls were free, unlike Grey's own. He was her only passenger, her only prisoner, and she made sure he never felt neglected.

It was when the days turned to months that he lost track of time. It might have been a full year he spent as nothing but part of her when he began to forget who he even was. So much so that he was shocked to find himself waking up with a body once more, one particular morning. He forgot how to even move his limbs at first. When he managed to raise his hands in front of his face, he could tell something was wrong. They were his same colours, but his skin was different. Then there was the accidental clack of powerful teeth that made him realize he had taken on some of the sharkess' own features when she finally chose to reform him.

"Mistress?" he murmured, turning over to look at her with a stunned expression.

She met him with a bright grin. "Oh, it's just Mazzy now! You're free! Contract over!"

With that, she simply rose up from her side of the bed and rolled over on top of him. She was an all-encompassing blanket of spots and squish, pressing down firmly atop him. He couldn't help but notice how much strength she applied to him just to make sure he didn't move too much while she smothered him with her whole body.

"You should really read these things before you sign them, dummy," she said in the most affectionate of ways. A lick to his face let her tease along his new teeth. "You're a shark now! That's just how it goes!"

Pinned beneath her weight, squished by the additional padding he'd helped provide - and helped her obtain, when he was nothing more than her hole - he knew there was no arguing with her. He'd agreed to it after all. It was only then that he realized the strangest thing about it all. Shirazi never had shown up to claim what was supposedly hers. Had she forgotten, distracted by her newest wicked conquest? Surely Mazzy would have never been quite so mischievous and conspiring as her demon mother. And even if she was, Grey saw no reason to complain.