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“Neptune! Neptune! My star, my main man, are you ready to devour the competition!? This gig is going to make you a huge star! I pulled some strings so you better not throw this for me champ!” Cole patted the human’s shoulders. Neptune’s bulky body barely left much to the imagination as it towered over his manager. The man crossed his arms and let out a hardy laugh.

“This is gonna be a damn cakewalk. Do you remember the last time you crushed a bug under your shoe? Exactly! Never, and nobody is going to remember the names of the losers!” Neptune practically belted out with laughter! The human adjusted the bird mask that covered his entire head. He looked toward his manager. “When I win this one, I’m going for the stars again, Cole.”

“Yeah, yeah hotshot, just do your thing! I know you’re gonna be the next big thing!” Cole watched as Neptune disappeared from view. “So damn big you’ll retire once and for all, asshole.” the man muttered under his breath. The crowd in the distance cheered, Neptune walked into the arena and towards the wrestling ring. Finally the human got inside the ring and looked towards the only other door into the area,

A man wearing an elephant mask emerged from the other side. It didn’t take very long for him to get in the ring. An announcer walked in between the two wearing a husky mask. “Hey you frEEAAKKS! You’re far too quiet for our competition! Listen up, on the left we have a man who’s won plenty of championships but is trying to win his name back. It’s none other than Neptune! He isn’t just a star, his moves are outright planetary!” The announcer cried out passionately. There were a few that cheered shortly after. “That’s more like it! On the right we have Splatterhusk. He’s devoured more than his fair share of competitors here, and this elephant is hungry for more! Don’t let his teeth fool you, they can easily crush you!” Much louder cheering followed Splatterhusk’s introduction. “Remember folks every match the winner takes ALL, there are no rules and there is only one survivor!” The masked announcer says with a sultry tone before slipping out of the arena.

Neptune flexed his muscular arms as he looked out to the crowd. A swinging arm from Splatterhusk came flying around the other man’s muscular waist! The human bounced against the coarse ropes as he grunted! Neptune’s body twisted, ducking and grabbing the other wrestler’s legs. A large THUD rang out as Splatterhusk slammed onto the surface of the ring! Stunned, the man in the elephant mask groaned and tried to stand back up but the other wrestler in the bird mask got atop of ropes.

A flying elbow drop from Neptune slammed right into Splattterhusk’s belly. A solid CRUNCH! Rung out, the pinned masked man gargled on his own breath. Neptune didn’t cease, all the cheering voices brought out a far more malevolent force. Gripping the elephant mask he tore it clean off the human’s face. Sweat and blood dripped from the hollow mask as he flaunted the mask around the stage.

“EAT HIM! EAT HIM! EAT HIM!” A lustful chant bellowed out from the crowd, Neptune looked at the mask and toward the man who was on the ground, paralyzed. Hesitantly the human crammed that mask into his bird’s beak. A loud boo followed from the feverishly insatiable crowd.

Neptune’s world twirled into the swirling sound of the audience.

Pressure.

His breathing grew heavy, partially uncertain of what to do.

Flight or fight, adrenaline pumped through Neptune’s brain, the masked man grabbed the formerly masked fighter by his ass. Gulping, a wicked SNAP crunched between the mask’s beak. Somehow someway, Neptune guzzled down the man as if the wrestler was a giant pill. His throat outlined with the muscular shape, skin tight yet still slickly sliding down. With another gulp, Splatterhusk was forced into the compact stomach.

Hazy, a swimming lust as the crowd cheered him on, even through the mask his eyes glimmered like the blinding fluorescent lights of the enclosed arena. Realization began to sober up Neptune’s mind, his still yet not softened stomach outlined the lifeless corpse of his victim. “It was a prop right!? He rolled out of the way! Surely he will be shaking my hand afterwards. No…no prop tastes like that. It was real. It had to be.” Panic beat like a drum in the masked man’s head. The swirling sea of sound drizzled down a mortified expression etched into the human’s face only veiled by the blue bird mask.

The announcer slipped back on stage and said a collection of words that amounted to white noise in Neptune’s mind. Zephyr, a man in a bluejay mask walks up onto the stage and the crowd’s constant noise barely calms down. In an attempt to ignore the blistering reality Neptune shows off his wobbling stomach. A performance to intimidate his fellow bird masked opponent. “Better start running, birdy! You don’t want to end up like this loser!” Desperately he hoped his words would reach the other wrestler.

But after the announcer ducked back out of the ring, the fight started. And yet again, in a dizzying combination of moves Zephyr was already pinned to the ground. A chant that dark call rang once more against Neptune’s ears. Sharply piercing his twisted senses. Before he could make much of a choice Zephyr’s body was lodged down his gullet. He couldn’t remember when he started eating but his second opponent had found their way down his throat all the same.

That familiar yet intoxicatingly dreadful squirming sensation returned to Neptune’s skin tight stomach, each bulge left nothing to the imagination. Whiplash of the crowd’s roaring eagerness didn’t help the wrestler’s borderline blurry state of mind. Yet there was a voice that crept into his mind like a toxin. “Indulge. I should be on center stage like the key actor in a play. This is no funeral but the rebirth of my very image. No one will stop me. They will all watch as I take another crown that is rightfully mine.” As if puppeteered by the profane thoughts Neptune’s hand massaged over his gradually softening stomach. Each bone crunching sound rattled through the human’s ears. Yet it drowned out quickly by the appraisal of the crowd.

A heavy roar bellowed out from the other side of the stage that quickly snapped the mournful bird masked human towards the darkness. A dark almost pale green shimmered from the shadows, an even darker pair of red eyes, curved black horns. The mask illuminated by the fluorescent lights that almost seemed like a spotlight. A towering human walked up to the stage and silence followed his steps.

No fanfare, not even a single cheer, before long he stood across from Neptune and crossed his arms. “Is this the pathetic slab of meat I am fighting against!? I’ve seen beef with tougher physiques!” A growl rolled out from the mysterious man’s voice.

Once more the announcer got back on stage. “This newcomer is packing heat, a dragon who has no title. But this newcomer does have a name Augustus, we don’t know where he comes from but he’s packing heat! This is the last match of the night folks, the winner will be immortalized and the loser won’t be memorialized!” Yet again the announcer slipped quickly back out as they came in.

As if reality had slapped Neptune back in the face, his eyes focused back on the masked man. “A newbie!? You’re throwing a newbie at a star!? A champion!? A maniac!? I’m going to devour this overgrown lizard and send him to the cemetery!” From the stage a collective cheer mixed with boos snuffed out the absence of sound.

“Hahaha! Is this fool for real!?” Augustus charges toward the masked bird man, those sharp horns jabbed right into his ribcage. A heavy grunt bellows out from the wrestler as he tries to grab the dragon’s head.

In moments Neptune was pinned to the arena floor. Staring at Augustus there was a dark thought of concession. Even darker was the red ichor as it oozed from where he had been hit. Heavy breathing, a countdown 5…4…give up…3…Flinging back the dragon masked man Neptune’s body twirled and threw the massive man to the ropes. A simple punch back from Augustus had the bird masked man finding himself laying down on his back.

Before Neptune could roll out of the way Augustus came in with an elbow drop! Pinned once more, spine broken. Unable to move an inch he watched the mask wrap around his mask. Defeat came with the resounding squelch of Augustus’s tight gullet.

Swallowed down slowly, the crowd cheered excitedly watching the self proclaimed champion getting guzzled down. There was no glory found within the sweltering confines of Augustus’ stomach. Neptune was forced to curl akin to the fetal position, legs pressing tightly against his torso. There was no room to scream, even less to breathe.

Compact, acidic, asphyxiating, the stomach’s chyme sloshed around the human while the muffled sound of the crowd mocked him. Neptune fruitlessly thrashed against the pulsating flesh. His skin was tingling all over, eyes forced to shut as the burning vapors nearly burned off his vision. Not that it mattered much, the utter caustic darkness completely squashed any hope of the outside world.

Breathing grew weaker by the moment due to the thin air. It was like Neptune’s skin was being slowly pierced by a dull blade, painful, gradual, and his skin was turning red. His mask didn’t do him many favors, the feathers sloughed off into the pool, creating an intense heat around his head. Perhaps in delirium or shame Neptune ripped off his mask to get more of that stale air. “Is it getting hot in there? Will you waste your worthless air begging for mercy? I want you to scream for me.” Augustus reveled in the horrid sounds that groaned and ached from his gut.

The announcer had slipped back onto stage yet the dragon masked man grabbed the mic. “Behold the dying sounds of a pathetic loser!” A devilish smirk practically etched into his words. The microphone pressed against the squirming bulges of the human’s stomach.

“MPH HELP MPH! HELPHH MEE!!” Muffled nearly silenced by the layers of flesh, the gastric sounds squelched out Neptune’s pleas.

“HAHAHA! Do you all hear his pathetic cries!? PlEAse heLP me! Oh my god, how more unoriginal can this jackass get! Next he’s going to be asking me to let him out!” August cackled. Cheering, a roaring cacophony of sound beat down on Neptune’s senses.

“Please don’t let me die. This is all a bit right!? You’re going to let me out pretty soon right? It's really starting to burn.” Desperate words spilled out with a raspy croak. Vain hope swam around in the dying man’s mind, that Augustus was playing it up for the crowd; that freedom was right around the corner. THWONK! A locker door slammed open like the bars of a prison cell. “I’m a legend! People will notice that I’m gone and you’ll-” Neptune’s words were cut off by a gravely annoyed growl. That sound bounced off the fleshy walls. A bulge from within the walls pushed down on the human’s diminishing figure!

“Do you know what the difference is between a cockroach and you? A cockroach tastes better than you. If you think about it that way, I’m doing you a favor. Aren’t I generous? No one has to know the shame that you share the quantities of a bug yet a bug tastes better than you!” Augustus practically laughed in his mocking tone. His finger squeezed along the boney outlines etched along his stomach. That bulge along his stomach gradually shrunk in size, CRACK! SNAP! CRUNCH!

Neptune whimpered, a wheezing anguish seeped out of his mouth unable to tell what broke other than numbness in his body. Through the borderline methodical destruction of the human’s body there was eventually nothing left but his bones. Neptune was now a slop, slurry, a muddy mixture of nutrients to be pumped through Augustus’ intestines.

The dragon masked wrestler patted along his still gut. A disappointed look cascaded onto his face. “You died that quickly, seriously? Some champion you were, I’ve had bigger meals with more fight in them than you. Oh well, hope this means you won’t be a pain in the ass to shit out.” Augustus’ laughter shook his wobbling stomach, some of that heft hadn’t left him. Another groan bellowed out as the man practically groaned. “Come on, get smaller, it’s hard work keeping up my seraphic physique.”

Those words fell upon no one other than the grinning human behind his mask. Hours passed, life marched on ever onward as it always does. Nature finally rang a primordial bell for Augustus’. Sitting down upon a porcelain throne, the human crossed his arms.

Brown, thick coils of crap entangled with shattered bones stuck firmly inside began to crawl out of the human’s hole. A wet splash followed the turd, and another one followed with a clump of faux feathers stuck within the muck. A femur rubbed against Augustus’ prostate, the man moaned slightly as that massive bone squeezed out his ass.

“Fucking hell, you feel pretty damn good coming out! At the very least you provided something of value. With your entire career in the shitter.” Grunting and panting the human mocked his own crap. Perhaps relishing in the aftermath of his victory. Mangled within the constant loads of crap were the bones of Neptune’s victims. Torn bits and pieces of wrestling equipment reduced to indistinguishable junk amongst the human’s fat shits.

Yet there was something of note amongst the piles of human waste, the remnants of Zephyr’s bluejay mask and Splatterhusk’s mask prominently shimmered amongst the mound of crap. Not that Augustus paid much mind minus a few disgruntled grunts.

Despite the stirring in the man’s loins he strayed away from touching himself. “You feel good, but you’re not getting the satisfaction of getting me off.” A snarl cracked from Augustus' sharp lips. Crap didn’t stop coming out of the man’s thick toned rear, hot steaming lumps filled up the bowl easily. The human stood up and let the rest of the shit pile up on the toilet.

An arm, a leg, a spine maybe even several, the skeletal remains became the hardest to squeeze out for the human as he huffed and whined. Then came a ribcage still miraculously intact; each ridge, bump, crevice, it defined the very sensation Augustus felt. A deep pleasure he denied himself despite his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum. Aching with need and desire yet contained through sheer petty malevolence that rotted within the human’s heart. “No, I can’t let you have this. A cockroach like you doesn’t get that honor, the privilege. You have no right.” A quiver escaped his lips. Something bulbous pressed against his sensitive flesh. The human’s legs bucked back and forth as it began to crown out of his hole.

Finally, a shattered skull joined the mound, a sign of the beginning to the end. Shortly after another skull that was scattered amongst a log of shit. The last skull plopped gracefully atop the spire of crap. A monument with no names, the shattered hopes and dreams of three wrestlers mangled together. Proudly Augustus huffed and stood away from his pile. “Worthless shit, that’s all you ever were. All you were ever meant to be. So in the end I brought you to your proper place. You’re welcome.” A soft chuckle escaped the human. “Oh and don’t think I didn’t notice your mask missing from this pile of crap, guess you got stage fright!”

A bathroom desolated, three lives snuffed out, it was just another night for the muscular man. Augustus looked for his next fill of violence and hunger.