Insatiable in Appetite
Conveniently, a pic I made of Ela for visual reference to anyone reading it: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2066605
Her name was Ela Neigt. She was a rat of rather unremarkable standing in her income range, and rather bland dress. She only ever wore one ensemble, and it was subdued blue and red, with a large monocle that magnified her left eye. Everyone around her had at least double what she had, and as such, they tended to ignore her most of the time. She was always at the bottom of all the guest lists, even though they were done alphabetically. This annoyed her obviously, but she was good at keeping her composure over the little things in life.
Some time ago, though, her colleagues had been going off on far off trips and were for whatever reason, not expected to come back. They would even leave their massive fortunes behind, claiming them as donations to various places like the government, the school, the churches, and many scientific research facilities attempting to discover cures to things and such. And she just seems to be getting happier and happier about things.
So far, a peppering of mid to low income folks (who were still of course richer than her) were off on trips, while even one or two of the even richer folkd were following suit, and usually not long after a party they'd hold. It always turned out to be a going away party of some kind, much to the surprise of the guests. So much of a surprise that most of them remember running screaming from said parties, only to have no clue at all what they'd been screaming about. So they obviously figured they'd grown so fond of those further up the crust than them that they were really, really going to regret their leaving. Oddly satisfied in this illogical answer, they would then go on their merry ways, talking about what a smashing time they'd had at the party they'd just left.
This night, yet another ridiculously person was holding a party as well, and yet again, Ela found herself at the bottom of the list (under some Zielphustar fellow). She smirked inwardly at the length of the list, which had shrunken a whole page since the last party. Lots of people out on trips, apparently.
She walked through the doors and yawned as she saw yet another massive ball room. These never impressed her in the least. This one in particular was a rather bland cream in colour and regal burgundy in décor. No less than 14 chandaliers hung from the ceiling, each growing more redundantly ornate the closer they got to the centre of the room, right up until the one at the centre which hung so low it actually doubled as a buffet table with tableclothes and ice sculptures and everything. The idea itself was something new to Ela, and she nodded in acknowledgment of the thing, but it was still nothing, really. She looked at the pitiful cocktail weinies and jalapeno poppers shaking her head. She hadn't seen a buffet table with such a lack of options in quite sometime, but none the less, she did feel like getting the night started off well. She turned and looked for some generic group of people talking and was not dissappointed. As she turned, her tail swatted most of a plate full of poppers on the floor in front of her. She then slowly walked over to her targets, making sure to step over each popper delicately and have them completely covered by her dress. That way no one would likely suspect anything when they looked back and saw that they were all cleaned up.
As she walked, she got a slight tear in her eye. She made a mental note not to try any more spicy food.
She approached the group and was very annoyed that they were in fact talking about cars. For cars, she couldn't care less, especially all the flashy old ones which took her as rather frivolous. She herself walked everywhere she went, if only because her one and only dress was immune to any and all wear and tear, but also because she just loved to walk. She never grew tired of it. So for her, cars were very pointless wastes of money, even though all these people had so much, it could easily been spent on other things.
"Dearest, have you seen our new Hummer 72 with 27 inch rims and a palindromical license plate?" One said.
"Heavens yes my dear, it was absolutely grandiose in scope! Why, I could likely fit all three of my corvettes in that beauty!" Another replied.
"Well of course you could, the thing's got a three car garrage on the back side of it!" The first retorted.
And they all shared a good laugh.
Ela on the other hand was standing just behind them, irritated beyond belief. She would definitely start with at least one of these fools. But, the time was not yet at hand, but another thing was; namely the set of genitalia on her palm.
For you see, Ela Neigt was a very special woman. She had, some time ago, had the fortune to be walking through the forest on her property when she suddenly went unconscious. She later woke up in her home with no recollection of getting there. She sat up and felt something very nice on her palm and realized (in a rather unsurprised manner) that she suddenly had a vagina on her right hand. She looked at it before of course fingering it for nearly an hour. There were other things she'd discovered, such as the inability to remove the the bottom half of her dress, and a mysterious third breast between her original pair. She enjoyed these changes muchly, completely not shocked by any of them. But then she noticed how hungry she was, and had to go and feed herself.
Ela fiddled with her palm as the others talked jovially about nothing of any consequence at all. This was of course the only way she could keep herself entertained in the conversation long enough to get a proper moment of insertion into it. And eventually she found it.
"My car came from France, it did. Nice, sleek Lambroghini." A man with a martini said.
Ela's ear perked and her expert timing flew into action.
"Oh? You've been to France?" She asked.
"Why, yes... several times, milady..." the man seemed puzzled by her.
"Have you seen Paris, then?" she asked.
"... no, actually. Never bothered with it."
"Oh... you really should... hey, isn't that that ridiculously wealthy duke fellow from Scotland?" she said, pointing away from the man. Everyone turned in the direction she was pointing because they always liked to stare at people richer than themselves. As they did, what appeared to be a second rat tail sprouted from under Eka's dress and wrapped around the man's ankles. In a flash of tuxedo black, the man was dragged under her dress with no time at all to scream or react at all. Even the martini was taken under.
"Hunh... I guess not..." Ela said with a look of mock dissappointment.
"Hmmph... I knew it wasn't. There's no such person." One of the women said.
"Nonsense, of course there is! I'm a good friend of his!" Another said, and the bickering went on. No one seemed to notice the missing martini man. Ela smiled and walked away from them, off to find another group or some solitairy person that no one was noticing.
A waiter walked by.
"Caviar? Cigarettes? Champagne, madame?" he asked her.
"Sure, thanks." She smiled and he too was taken by a tentacle. His trays landed each on the up raised end of a tentacle and were set down gently so she could walk over them without anyone bothering to look at the noise. She stopped and gave a vigorous cough, making yet another note not to try cigarettes. They were apparently very bad for her.
She came upon another crowd talking about something no one else gave a damn about and waited for the mention of either france or Paris specifically. Then she would pose a question on the latter of the two and pull the "look, a distraction!" move to properly avert attention so she could ensnare her victim.
She did this many times and eventually had started developing a small beer gut. She had dragged about ten people and uncountable ours d'erves under and up her long dress, so how she only managed such a comparatively small stomach was beyond all sense.
She looked down at her gut and patted it happily. A hearty belch was expelled at this and she politely covered her mouth afterwards, looking to see if anyone had noticed. When someone turned and looked at her in disgust, she simply waved back and giggled. Another tentacle snaked out from under the frills of her dress and slithered over to that person and quietly wrapped around their ankles, yanking them away when the opportunity arose. She giggled again when they were fully under her dress.
Now she was being a tad bit more care free. Her actions became more outlandish and vulgar. Previously a woman well versed in etiquette, she was suddenly borderline disgusting.
"Hey, you guys all like cars and shit, right?" She asked a group talking about horses.
"I beg your pardon?" A woman asked with a shocked look on her face.
Cars? You know, screaming metal death traps with tails pipes and stuff. Blow gas everywhere." At this she immediately let loose a tremendous fart that made her tail wiggle around a lot. "Sort of like that." she said, pointing back at her ass.
The group was utterly speechless for about five seconds before they all started giggling.
"Oh my, that was a big one, girl! What've you got under there, a motorboat?" A fellow asked her.
"No sir, only Paris." She clasped her hands together in front of herself and forced her arms to squeeze her three breasts together a bit, showing off her double cleavage.
"And what, may we ask dear mirthful madame, does that mean?" The shocked woman from earlier asked with a smile on her face.
"Oh, would you like to visit my Paris? I assure, it's a very comfortable place to visit." She batted her eyelashes innocently and the woman nodded. "Okay, I'll let you visit." Ela said and a tentacle shot out from under her dress and wrapped around the woman's head. She yelped as it took her back to its home.
"My dear, you are now quite obligated to explain yourself!" One of the men present scolded her in anger at this sudden apparent kidnapping. Ela skulked away from him and her tail wrapped around her waist defensively. She was almost shaking.
"Now now, dear, you've frightened the poor girl." A woman said in la's defense.
Ela's only response was a small sniffle and a low, rumbling flatus.
"See? You've got her tooting in fear!" The woman giggled. Even the angry man was soon having a giggle fit over it.
"Yes, yes, you're right, I'm very sorry miss. I'm sure this Paris you're talking about is very beautiful." He said. Ela immediately warmed up to them.
"Oh? Would you all like to see it?" She asked, grinning. They all nodded. "Okay then. Just lay down and take a look under my dress then. Paris is in there." She smiled and blushed in utter innocence.
All of them surrounded her and lay down, each hiking up her dress a tad before looking up. As they did, each of their faces grew suddenly very pale and they screamed for all of half a second before they were all sucked up her clothing and she giggled to herself at the feeling.
Another group or two went in a way similar to this. She'd walk near, get their attention by speaking in a very unladylike manner, and then farting horrendously, which would somehow reduce most of the group to gigglefits and such. Then they'd all voluntarily peek under her dress and be consumed by it.
Once she was finished with this, she looked down at her now very pregnant belly. She rubbed it with her endowed hand and sighed to herself at the feeling of rubbing her vagina across her sensitive stomach. She then took her other hand and started pressing on her gut softly, kneeding it like dough. Her efforts increased after a bit, and one could eventually see her belly beginning to shrink. As it did in fact shrink, her face grew very tense. She concentrated very hard on her abdomen as it continued to grow smaller under her minustrations. Eventually, it was gone altogether.
Once it was, she released her concentration and very audible splat was heard. She breathed very deeply and wiped the sweat from her brow as numerous small slug like beings slithered out from under her dress, each of them going after a random person in the crowd. When they got to someone, they'd crawl up their pant leg, or up their skirt, or dress, or what have you, and then enter the person's body through any available orifice with little resistance. When they had all found someone, Ela smiled and found yet another group to talk to.
"So dear, what would you say is the best masturbatorial method as far as vaginas go?" a woman asked another.
"Well, I'm very fond of this nice little massager thing my husband bought for me. See, her thinks I'm using it for self back massages, when I'm actually coaxing myself to a delicious climax every night with it! Isn't that delicious?" She laughed.
"Oh indeed, indeed... the thought is turning me on." the woman then shamelessly started rubbing the front of her dress.
"You only use your hand? My my, how bland you are." The other woman folded her arms in front of her chest.
"Ah, but that is only what you see." The horny lady said. She turned around and stuck her bum out to the other woman. "Here... feel."
The other woman ran a couple of fingers up the horny girl's covered buttcrack and suddenly brought her hand back in surprise. "You... you use anal stimulation?"
"Certainly. Before I get out of the shower, I insert a little white vibrator in my anus and turn it on to whatever setting I feel like at the moment. Then I wash and dress. I'm loose enough to get most of it in there so it doesn't show in my dress, but if anyone were to cop a feel as you just did... well, they'd notice something." She was still bent over and still rubbing her crotch through her clothing.
Ela grinned again and walked away as the other woman found herself so turned on by it all that she started grinding her own crotch against the woman's backside, enjoying the vibrations herself. Ela found a couple of guys sitting in chairs at the edge of the room, each with a glass of rum and a cigarette in there hands.
"So, what do you think of those three over there?" The taller one asked the shorter one.
"The two guys and the girl, you mean?" The short guy squinted, "The girl's in a dress, and... the two men are fondling her breasts for her, right?"
"Yep. What do you think of them?" The tall one asked, taking a puff.
"I say lucky woman. Having not only a pair of breasts to herself, but a couple of guys publically fondling them? Heaven, I'd bet."
"Oh? You want to be a woman then?" Tall guy took a drink.
"No, no... more of a hermaphrodite... you know, best of both worlds." Short guy puffed, "Or maybe just breasts. Breasts are awesome, and I don't think I could deal with a menstrual cycle."
"Ah, but you also said guys specifically when talking about the squeezed breasts," tall guy puffed, "does that mean you're gay?"
"Um, I don't know really... I was just saying that if I had breasts, I'd prefer guys to be honking them. Never was into lesbians." Short guy drank.
"No kidding?" Tall guy puffed again, "You must be the only guy in the world who wouldn't dig some chick on chick action."
"Oh nonsense." Short guy puffed, "besides, I'd bet you have some homosexual fantasies yourself."
"Oh definitely." Tall guy drank. "Always wanted a hand job from a pair of hands with some experience. Women never seem to do it right."
"You don't say?" Short guy reached over, "I see what you mean, but a delicate hand is all I need in that area. Little fingernail polish never hurt either."
"A good point of course," Tall guy unzipped, "but the feel or it does nothing if the hands at work don't know what they're doing, and women don't have penises to feel with and know what feels right."
"Ah, true, true," Short guy reaches in, "I don't mind as long as they show a little effort in the area, you know?"
"Meh," Tall guy gets hard, "like I said, just my preference."
"Oh of course, of course," Short guy starts jerking Tall guy off, "to each their own and all that neat jazz."
"I hope you're at least enjoying yourself," Tall guy relaxes.
"Hey man, if you're happy, then I'm happy."
Ela giggled as the shorter one gave the taller one his preffered hand job and walked until she heard a fart that didn't come from her.
Yet another group of people were talking about things, but these ones were all talking about childhood memories and such. Things being said about when they weren't so well off as they are now and whether or not they preffered it. One mentioned diapers and they started discussing those.
But as they discussed, each of them was also relieving themselves. One man's crotch was thuroughly stained by pee, and the stain was growing quickly in all directions. Another had a sizable lump in the back of his pants. One woman was actually squatting down with her dress hiked up so she could shit on the floor. Another was just simply peeing, leaving a thick yellow puddle at her feet.
Ela walked around a bit more and surveyed the people. There were some partaking happily in sex, and others going to the bathroom in their drawers. At least two people were also eating or drinking what came out of them, one girl notably peeing in her wineglass and then tasting it afterwards, only to pass it around the group and have them appraise its flavour.
Ela was very contented at this and figured it was about time she centred on what she'd came here for. She looked up at the table where the party holder was sitting with a very select group of people. Ela glared at him, knowing that she was going to enjoy this very much. Teach him to put her on the bottom of an alphabetical list when her last name started with an N. How dare he insult her in such a gross manner.
She walked over to him with purpose, grabbing the odd person with her tentacles and slurping them up under her dress. As she walked she was fingering her palm pussy quite enthusiastically.
She walked up behind the man at the table, him having apparently not noticed her presence. She was having trouble climaxing, and this whole thing wasn't going to work without that happening. She looked to the ends of the table and looked for a rather fat fellow, which wasn't hard to find. She snaked out a tentacle to grab him and drag him to her and found the feeling of consuming one person so large drive her over the edge. As she did, she put the vagina on her hand over the mouth of the man she was after and came, spurting much femjuice down his throat. He was very surprised by all this and blinked quickly, beginning to struggle. But Ela was on top of things. A long, rumbling fart blew out from under her dress and floated into the minds of all those at the table and calmed them all down significantly. The fart itself lasted just as long as her orgasm (a minute or so, give or take) and was enough to completely sedate their abilities to panic or worry about things. As such her target was suddenly very happy to be chugging down Ela's gift, and found himself slurping at it.
When she was finished, Ela turned him around and roughly forced him onto the table with little trouble. He complied of course, knowing what she wanted. He laid down on his back and put his arms behind his head, figuring she'd do all the work. She hopped up on to the table and stepped her dress over his bottom half.
She looked down at him and licked her lips, both eyes trained directly on his face. She wanted to see him like it.
And like it he did. He didn't know what she was doing, but everything from his waist down was tingling in what felt like perpetual orgasm. He'd never felt a feeling so implausibly awesome. He was tearing at the table cloth and shouting obscenities due to the overload of pleasure he was receiving, and all too soon it came to an end. He was panting heavily and sweating so much it was leaving small puddles on the tablecloth.
"Oh... oh... oh shit... shit girl... what the hell did you do? That... wow... holy shit..." The man was gasping for breath between words.
"I'm sending you to Paris." She said.
"Whu... what?"
"Look, you're already halfway there!" And she lifted up the front of her dress.
Suddenly, a horrible hissing noise came from under Ela's dress. It sounded like every animal that had ever hissed a horrible hiss was stuck under dress and were all in a very big fight with each other. It was very loud. As such, everyone turned to look at her.
And they all turned completely pale and screamed until their voices stopped working.
Under Ela Neigt's dress there were no legs; hers or his. He suddenly stopped existing from his stomach down, simply looking as if he'd never owned an body parts bellow his torso. She, on the other hand, had a rather ugly beast hidden under her dress. It had hundreds of very thick but very strong nubs that all his just behind the frills on the bottom of her dress. She was clearly standing on these nubs and was only able to lift the front of her dress without losing balance. Beyond that was a rather Lovecraftian sight of rat tail-esque tentacles and jagged teeth, all waving and wiggling around to the sound of that horrific hissing. The tentacles took their sweet time in grabbing out for the man as he screamed, bolted to the table in utter fear. Each and every one of them found some part of him to hold on to, inside and outside of him. Then they all dragged him inside Ela Neigt's dress monster's circular, grinding maw.
All the people in the ballroom ran out of the room screaming. As they did, Ela turned around and lifted the back of her dress and an odd looking tentacle with a blunt end that looked like a set of pursed lips slithered out. It then released a fart so gigantic that it rattled the windows and every person who had been in that room easily caught a whiff of it. As such, they found themselves completely forgetting what they'd just saw. What they remember was the guy who'd held the party was going to the bahamas to live amongst their people. He was donating his money to that breast Cancer foundation too, which was nice of him. They all figured they were screaming because the announcement had come at a great shock to them. Though completely illogical, that answer satisfied them, and they all left.
Ela Neigt sat down on the table, her dress hanging over the edge, countless tentacles all hanging down to the floor, relaxing after such a wonderful feast of flesh and vengeance. Ela pet her dress and it seemed to purr in the most contented purr anyone could imagine. Had the people heard that, they likely wouldn't have ran.
Paris was not a place to Ela, but a thing she'd met some time ago. Paris was short for parasite, or at least some semblance of it, though it was more symbiotic than parasitic. It would generally trap and slowly feed off a person, but clever Ela Neigt persuaded it otherwise with promises of much more prey than it could ever manage out here. It, being an intelligent of somewhat single minded creature, accepted and permanently became a fixture on her body. It molded her dress to her body and gave her what she'd need where she'd need it, namely relocating her vagina to her hand, and giving her a third breast (for aesthetic reasons... Paris preferred three breasted women to two breasted women).
And so afterwards, Ela became quite the party goer. And of course, they both lived happily ever after.