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Nova looked up at his sister, a blush slowly rising up his face as she spoke. He still felt a little bad about Fiona having to cut hours from her job for him, but when she was at work, he felt very lonely. He didn't want to feel like he was holding her back, and it seemed like he was the only one to think that. He hugged one of her thumbs as she lifted him up, gazing up at her, a smile slowly taking away his frown, his little tail flicking again. He leaned into her kiss, blushing further, especially as she gave him the softest, lightest peck, which almost felt like a real kiss, if not for how big her lips were to him all the same, and most likely for her, the contact on her lips would send a hunger-inducing wave of sweetness despite everything they had just gone through already.

He sat back in her palm, and realized his belly was rumbling quite steadily as she brought hunger to his attention. "I never did get to have that piece of Pocky," he mewed out, looking her up and down. "A-and... that's up to you... You probably should, if we might have company later?" he asked, giggling a bit again. "The real question I think, is if I should have bothered getting dressed?"

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"Weeeelll... I'll TRY to not stuff you anywhere without asking you first this time" Fiona told him with a giggle, licking her lips after the little kiss, savoring the little shred of massive sweetness she'd just tasted. "I guess you're right though, I should probably put something on" She agreed, before heading out of Nova's room and returning to her own.

The only change to her bedroom since Nova had last seen it was that the bed sheets were gone from her bed. She put him down on her now blank bed, letting him chill for a moment as she went over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes. She actually bothered to put some underwear on, which may have been a shocker, but still the pink panties and bra didn't exactly do much to hide what they were covering. A black tank-top cut low enough to show off her cleavage and a pair of daisy-dukes with shredded strands hanging off the legs soon followed, and Fiona finally looked more casual, or at the very least, SLIGHTLY less provocative.

Slipping her phone into her pocket again, she came back over to Nova, who'd got to watch her get changed, and picked him up with a grin. "...So, what I said about trying not to stuff you anywhere? Let's revise that to... I'll try not to stuff you anywhere IN ME without asking first" She told him, before placing him back into the warm press of her boobs, nestling him between the mounds. She had him facing outwards so he could see where she was going, and also made sure his arms were free, not trapped and pinned inside of her. She walked back downstairs, and sat back down on the couch. She reached over and held one of the broken pieces of Pocky out for him, before resuming the movie that they'd completely abandoned beforehand. Fiona slipped her phone out, and since she held it in front of her, Nova could see as she posted on her social media pages.

''Me and Bro thinking about starting a home-movie business. Small scale at first, but BIG plans. Any of you wanna get in on the action, hmu. Just to warn you though, I don't think we'll be entirely PG-13... Like, maybe, at all, haha.'' With that posted, she started to fire off messages to almost all of her friends about the ideas that they'd discussed.

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Nova settled onto her bed, and laid back for a moment. He guessed her sheets were in the laundry, though she had been spending a few nights coming to his room to cozy up with him. Maybe not having sheets on her bed was her excuse... which he didn't mind at all. He watched as she got dressed, blushing brighter from the choices she made. Those pants, he could still see her panties hanging a little out of those tiny short-shorts here and there! It wasn't doing much to cover anything at all. He hoped they weren't squeezing anything of hers.

He perked up as she picked him up, and mewed as she pushed him into her cleavage, but found he wasn't being smothered in them this time, sunk in up to his torso, his chest and up resting atop her boobs, although he was bouncing and sliding about as she went back downstairs! There wasn't much to grip, and he made soft plaps against the top of her boobs, slapping them a bit as he bounced and rode. He tipped forward as she did, and then mewed again, a happy squeak as he finally got a tower of Pocky to munch on, his purring a tiny vibration in her chest.

It would take a minute, but only a minute, before Fiona received her first reply. ''Count me in! Anytime anywhere!'' came from one of Fiona's friends, a fellow tigress although she was fully anthro. Even through text, Fiona could probably imagine hearing the deep purring from the bubbly feline on the other side of her phone~

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"Heh, I knew she'd be up for it" Fiona remarked to herself with a chuckle when she saw one of her friends almost immediately replied to her post. "Wait a second, she's got a sister who's Dwindled as well... which means she can't catch it from us. She can come right over, right now" Fiona said with a smirk. "Whaddya say, bro? Want some more tigers to play with? I think they're both as busty as me... in fact, I actually remember her little sister being, like... ridiculously chesty"

Her phone pinged quite a few times as more and more people mostly commented on her post, but a few of them were also offering up their time and attention.

[User] Nova perked up a little as he looked at her phone and the face of her friend there. He remembered her from time to time, and her sister was just a year younger than him. The four of them had hung out occasionally before, their parents were close too. "Hey... there's no data about how anyone 'catches' this... but that's probably right... umm," he blushed, shifting on the spot. "A-Are you playing matchmaker? W-well I don't... don't mind..." he murmured, a little purring rumbling through him at the thought, wondering how those two were doing.

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"Well, why don't we find out?" Fiona pointed out to Nova with a smirk, as she messaged her anthro friend, telling her "How about 'Now' and 'My house'?" in response to her comment of anywhere and anytime. After that, Fiona flicked through her messages before giving a gasp, followed by a giggle.

"Oh no, one of my friends from the beach, Gabe, looks like he got Dwindled as well, last week apparently... But he's up for all this as well, as long as... heh, as long as somebody can give him lifts where needed" Fiona said, before scrolling to some pictures of this Gabe. He appeared to be a panther demi, though he was covered in the very dark blue, almost black fur, thin fur though, so that his abs, pecs, and all his muscles, were on display. He had short black hair, green eyes, and in this particular picture from the beach... was only wearing a yellow-coloured speedo.

Ping. "...Says he's gone down to four inches. Huh, that makes him just a little taller than you" Fiona remarked with a smirk. "Well Nova, at least you won't be the only person on this venture that's your size... That's gotta make you feel better about it, right?"

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The eyes of the big tigress on the other end lit up. "Hey sis! We've got a date!" she called, sending a quick reply before stomping off to change and find her sister, wherever she was, she was coming with her now!

Nova perked up her ears, frowning a little at the news. "I'm sorry to hear... and he's still probably coming to terms with it and all that... guess he wants to have something to do that still feels normal huh?" he said stretching out a bit. He didn't mind that at all, looking over him curiously, he seemed to be a bit of a show off... and he was taller than Nova? The feline couldn't help giving off a slight huff, but he shouldn't be so quick to judge. "How's he online though? Is he jumping around a big keyboard, or is he a rich family, got him one of those new micro-I-phones? It would be nice having some friends around... guess I'm gonna have to compete to be the star now though!"

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If the big tigress' sister hadn't heard her joyous exclamations, then she certainly felt the world shake and the ground thump from her thundering footstomps. Having Dwindled down to a size of just about three inches tall, Fran' had actually quite enjoyed the time she'd been Dwindled, simply because when she was normal sized, she'd been increasingly self-conscious and shy, unlike her formerly confident and spunky self... why? Well, before she became very small, she was adjusting to a very BIG growth spurt... her boobs were massive, dominating the rest of her torso, and easily the most noticeable asset about her, especially at the size she was now. When they first started to grow so big, she became a bit of a shut-in, but being Dwindled had given her time to really accept the way she was and become more confident, though she still had some rather adorable meek tendencies at times... although when she was randy, those tended to evaporate and her old, self-assured mentality took over.

The little red-haired anthro tiger was in her room, on her desk, doing some art. A normal sized piece of paper was a giant canvas for her, and with cracked and broken fragments of crayons, charcoals and felt pens dotted around, she could easily focus on details. At present, she was wearing a big white t-shirt that was messy with different colors smudged against it, and a pair of cargo-trousers for holding specific implements so she didn't lose them, or worse... drop them off the desk.

She turned to face her door, knowing her sister would likely barge in after a while. "What do you mean, we got a date?" She questioned, hands on her hips. Unlike with others, she had no shyness or meekness around her sister.


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Ryan could feel Marcus grabbing the sides of his belly which effectively stopped him from struggling further. The belly walls shuddered and Ryan found himself pressed against the belly walls, completely unaware of how his devious and handsome predator was checking himself out in a mirror with such a magnificent bulge like Ryan. "N-no, I didn't! I didn't sleep at all!" Ryan lied obviously in hopes of to ensure that his predator would not be aware of how much he subconsciously likes to be in such a warm, gurgling gut.

Of course, Ryan himself doesn't know that! He shifted his head up excitedly as Marcus suggested on throwing him up. "W-wait? Really?" Immediately, he paused and stayed still, only his breathing would pressed his chest and abdomen against the belly walls, slowly moving up and down... "You g-gotta try Marcus!" He pleaded as he thought being stuck in Marcus's belly was really scary but... A part of him did tell him to treat it like a vacation. It felt like a warm sauna in there after all~.

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"You're a bad liar... uh, jeez, you know what? I can't even remember your name..." Marcus remarked as he went into the bathroom. Just for the act, he went and leaned over the bath, crouching down, meaning his body kind of closed in around his outwardly-bulged gut. "Okay, let's give this ago..." Marcus remarked, before he started to heave, confident that he really wasn't able to bring Ryan back up.

Inside, Ryan was practically thrown to the top of the stomach, to the small little crevice that was between the stomach and the esophagus of the shark... and, unfortunately for Ryan, the hole refused to stretch. No matter how hard Marcus heaved and no matter how firmly Ryan was forced against the bottom of the gullet, he didn't go anywhere.

After a few minutes, Marcus sat back and panted, out of breath, and wiped some sweat from his forehead. "...it's no good, buddy, the only way you're getting out of there is if I digest you, I think... want me to try that?" He offered, a mischievous smirk on his face as he waited for Ryan's likely frantic reaction.

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Ryan frowned and blushed. He was a very bad liar indeed and he shook his head in embarrassment. "H-hey, it's Ryan!" He said with a low grunt while Marcus went to the bathroom with his extended belly containing his delectable human prey. Ryan was once again shifted around within such a slick gut as the shark crouched down. It felt like his entire form was being hugged by Marcus's body which only made him blushed. Ryan felt his excitement and relief flooding his body as the stomach grumbled and heaved to push him up!

Though, disappointment. His head simply couldn't go through the sphincter. He shook his head, realizing how close he is to escape but it seems the shark's belly demanded he stay within it, being close to such warm belly walls. No matter how many times, even to the point where Ryan tried to crawl up, the sphincter won't open at all! Even he got tired as he panted, his chest and abdomen rising up with Marcus's own pants.

Buddy? He's calling him buddy now after he made food out of him? "W-what? Buddy? You made food out of me! Also, you gotta try! I c-can't just be in here forever! Y-you can't carry me for 5 years!" Ryan protested though he widened his eyes in shock and immediately considered back the alternative. "Ok w-w-wait! Digestion is out of the question!" He quickly yelled and squirmed for a bit, his hands and face appearing before he seemed to cling on to the shark's belly walls, not wanting to let go!

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Marcus leaned back and bit his lip, delighting in the feel of his prey squirming inside of him. Normally, perhaps Marcus may have been more sympathetic, but he was just enjoying these sensations so much, he couldn't get enough of them. "Well, I can call you 'Food' instead of 'Buddy' if that's what you want?" Marcus teased with a smirk, as he started to push himself back to his feet again. "Look, face it, buddy... I mean, food" He said, face splitting into a grin.

"...for now, we're stuck with each other, which means you're stuck in there... kicking and screaming and begging isn't going to change that, although it does feel pretty good, I have to admit" He said with a chuckle, giving his belly a rub on the side with one hand before returning to his bedroom to carry on getting dressed. "Now, do you want some breakfast, or are you going to keep complaining?" Marcus asked his belly, giving it a poke with his finger.

[User] Meanwhile, Ryan himself wasn't aware that his squirms and struggles practically did nothing other than to pleasure his predator. Though, he was panicking and seemed to realize that he may be stuck within a shark's belly for some good time... Upon hearing the shark's next suggestion, he shook his head frantically, the prominent bulge of his face can be seen moving from side to side on the shark's yellow gut. "N-no... buddy is fine." He said lowly, knowing that at least he would have some dignity being referred as to something other than food. Maybe, he should... try to get on the shark's good side? He decided to comply, nodding slowly as he slowly shift within his fleshy new home to get a good spot. He bounced a bit at first upon feeling the shark rubbing him but.. It felt rather tender to him for some reason. "I.. Guess I am stuck in here.. Y-you're not going to hurt me, yes?" He asked lowly before nodding his head. "A little.. Hungry I guess?" Though he wondered how is Marcus gonna feed him in there!

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"Hurt you? Of course not!" Marcus told him, shaking his head even though Ryan couldn't see it. "I don't think anything can even hurt you in there anyway, my skin's pretty tough and I'm sure my insides are pretty squishy... let's just check it out"

With that, Marcus grabbed his stomach on both sides, and shook his belly, like it was a magic eight ball. It could be heard grumbling and sloshing, and Ryan was certainly jostled and shaken rather roughly, but it was more like a fierce vibration feeling than any sort of physical pain... It might not have been entirely comfortable, but it didn't hurt.

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Ryan glanced up as he heard the shark's surprise exclaim. He really doesn't mean to to hurt him? His head-shaking did cause the shark's belly to sway from side-to-side, causing Ryan to let out a small gasp as he was tossed along with the swaying of the shark's handsome belly. Feeling a little reassured now though, Ryan still couldn't help but feel as if the shark is out to get him. Though, he had to endure his humiliating teases!

"Really? I g-guess I can tru---w-what are you doing!" Ryan widened his eyes in surprise as the shark suddenly grabbed his taut, giant belly!

Immediately, Ryan felt like he was being carried lovingly by his shark predator not before he was met with sudden shaking which caused him to be tossed about even faster and further within Marcus's belly, all sorts of lovely bulges appearing on the shark's smooth bump! The belly noises were overwhelming to Ryan as he could hear them everywhere. Though, he expected to be thrashed about but it was a rather tight and violent vibration which kneaded his weary body. If anything, he groaned for a bit as he vibrated along with the belly, with him pressing his feet against the lower part of the shark's belly!

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"Well, you don't seem to be screaming in agony, so you must be alright" Marcus remarked, stopping the aggressive shaking of his orb-like middle. He glanced over to his bed, and his face split into a grin... which would have been even more unsettling since he was a shark with many, many teeth. "Let's just try one more test, okay?" Marcus said. Before Ryan could protest, Marcus had jumped up. He was jumping, front first onto his bed. The impact of his stomach on his bed was no different to a firm pat against the belly, since Ryan was so tightly locked beneath the skin with little room to move. He certainly felt the shifts in gravity as Marcus actually bounced on the bed before landing once again, keeping himself pressed down against his belly.

"How's that? How do you feel?" Marcus questioned, as he lay down on his belly with all his weight atop it. If anything, it felt just like a rather tight, slightly heavy embrace wrapping around the human... it seemed even if the shark was trying to be abusive to his occupant, he was entirely safe from harm.

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That was true. Whatever acid and stomach juices that's pooling at the bottom of the shark's belly doesn't seem to be hurting him one bit! Though the aggressive shaking felt almost like one big washing machine within, thrashing and tossing the human against the shark's tight belly walls before finally settling down for a bit, giving the human a chance to relax. Sighing, he wanted to protest but he felt his entire world turning upside down when the shark suddenly jumped! Letting out a gasp, Ryan felt the rather firm impact as the shark crashed his belly against the bed, fortunately the bell walls acting like some fleshy cushions to soften the impact though the shark would catch the human's face being pushed against at the upper part of his belly, til he could see his imprints.

He closed his eyes, squirming about lightly as Marcus kept bouncing on the bed almost like the shark is teasing him greatly. Eventually, he felt the shark relaxing on top of him, his space getting as tight as ever as he continued to struggle about. It got to the point where.. He somewhat enjoyed the feel of something tight and warm embracing around him! Though he didn't want the shark to know that at all!

"It d-didn't work! I'm still in the same sp-spot as ever, Marcus.. I don't think its possible." He sighed lowly, wondering now if he's really fated to be this shark's belly as he lay against the belly walls.. It really does feel nice if he could stop thinking about his fears.

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Marcus gave a smirk down to his belly, before finally rolling onto his back, freeing Ryan from the pressure of his weight atop him. "Well, at least we know you're completely safe in there, nothing done to my stomach seems to have done any damage to you... So look on the bright side, at least nothing can hurt you anymore!" Marcus said, chuckling as he rubbed his belly with one hand. He rolled his head to look over at his clock, and gave a sigh, before he pushed himself to his feet.

"Well, Ryan, I can't keep doing this all morning, I have to go to work" He told the human in his belly, smiling widely as he got his clothes together. "So you may as well get comfortable, you're gonna be in there for at least another day" Marcus informed him, as tried putting his underwear and pants on, which was a new struggle, reaching around his now big, swollen belly. "Huff... gonna have to get used to that..." Marcus murmured, after finally getting his blank pants belted up beneath his belly. "...Think I'll have to buy some new clothes after work, Ryan, you're really stretching my stuff here" Marcus told him, pulling his white dress-shirt on, and starting to button it from the top.

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Ryan let out a small yelp as his fleshy world shifted again, causing a face bulge to appear at the side of the shark's belly during his roll. Soon, he came to a resting position right on top of the shark's form, covered in his golden, distorted scales. Ryan could only groan back in response upon hearing that, though he's not wrong at all. His fleshy surroundings haven't done much to cause any form of pain to his body. He felt his back being rubbed, no doubt the shark seemed to be really enjoying his presence in his gut.

His head shifted up upon hearing that. "Wait, work? With me in your gut? W-what would your colleagues would say?" He asked, getting a tad bit shy that Marcus has no issue being in public with such a hefty gut full of him! What if someone he knew before finds out that he's shark food for a long, long time?

"There's no way you could be carrying me like this all the way!" He wondered on how the shark would have to adjust now to this new kind of living, especially with a big gut to do his daily activities. Suddenly, he felt the belly walls getting tighter on his form as he squirmed lightly,feeling the shark putting on his underwear and pants. He could only imagine the size of the belly he was giving this lemon shark after he told him about getting new clothes. Soon, he leaned forward and placed his head on those tight belly walls. "Y-yeah, I guess. It's really tight in here with your.. Clothes you're wearing now!"

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"Oh, don't worry about me, I've already had an idea about how to explain all this" Marcus assured him, patting the side of his stomach once again. "See, Sharks can reproduce asexually, you know? Rarely, but it happens... I just say, I was a volunteer to see if male sharks have a pregnancy, which is clearly a yes, and bam! There's my explanation... to why I'm going to carry you like this allll day" Marcus said, chuckling. "But first..." He began, before he let out a little burp, just tighten his belly a little, and then sucked his stomach in whilst he tried to button up his top over his stomach. Once he managed to get all his buttons done, he slowly exhaled.

The bottom button popped, and the one above it, leaving the bottom and some of the front of his stomach exposed. "Well, hope you're comfy, Ryan, because until I get some... I don't know, maternity gear or something, this is how snug it'll have to be for now" Marcus told him, walking over to his bathroom so he could put on his tie, looking at himself in the mirror. "Try not to move about too much, just for my clothes sake... oh, and try to keep quiet once we're outside. You're going to be my preggo belly, after all..." Marcus said, chuckling to himself at the idea. He looked down at his outstretched abdomen, and put his hands on either side of it, smile quickly turning to a grin. "I think pregnancy looks good on me... thanks, Ryan" He said with a chuckle.


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"I am Amaru, and my harem lives in this temple. They are mine, and the duty to protect them is mine, as well," the redhead murmured, watching slowly and carefully as Jenkinson continued to shrink smaller... because he was staying relatively calm, he was still eight inches tall in total, when she needed him to be down about six. "While I know not what a picture is, I can promise you that even if I had one, you would not be allowed to take it," she explained, solemn anger written on her face. With her words and expression, she confirmed her nature as the top of lamia society, and even a guardian of sorts; mercy was unlikely to be in her pedigree.

"As for my beauty... I pride myself on it," she continued, finally closing the circle in too tight for Jenkinson to attempt to escape... a few more revolutions, and she'd start coiling around him, squeezing his breath away. As for now, his legs were trapped in her coils from the knee down. He was well and truly pinned. "As Mistress of a harem, and mother to a brood, my beauty is second only to my strength among my virtues..." she murmured arrogantly.

[Assistant] There was now little question on what she was doing as her coils trapped his legs. But Jenkinson knew better than to run. The only weapon he had with which to defend himself were his words, and the rather arrogant lamia didn't seem much affected by them. Her coils were smooth and soft against his legs, but he could feel the hint of the deadly muscle beneath. "Uhhhh... what is it you think you're doing? If I go missing, others will come. There is a satellite phone in my backpack that will reveal my location. You and your harem will be discovered, and when they find out what you've done you will all be captured or wiped out. To harm me would be a terrible mistake on your part. I don't want to see that happen. I came here only to learn about your kind, Surely that can be forgiven."

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Amaru hesitated for a few moments as Jenkinson explained himself, pausing in her careful revolutions around his standing form... A second wrap of her tail now covered his body from the waist down, so at the very least she could be assured of his inability to escape. "Humans will be able to find you through your bag?" She definitely prioritized the safety of her harem, so hearing of a large group of humans might be coming was definitely enough to give her pause. However, she couldn't allow intrusion to go unpunished... she was a guardian of her harem, and the place where her many mates and relatives rested was not a place anyone could be allowed to enter, let alone snoop around to learn about them. The only reason a large, predatory population like humans would want to learn about lamiae would be to eat them---that was how Amaru saw things.

She couldn't kill him without calling down the wrath of other humans, but she couldn't let him live and expect her family to survive... it seemed an inescapable puzzle. "I cannot allow either," the lamia murmured, looking down at the man she'd imprisoned in her taut, powerful coils. "Can you be trusted to leave, and keep silent about what you found?" She asked softly.

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"I think you and your kind will be better off if I make the world aware of your species. This part of the jungle made into a sanctuary where your safety can be guaranteed. Otherwise its only a matter of time till someone else finds you. And they may not be nearly as benevolent as I am." Jenkinson's hands went to the coils around his waist. Her scales were remarkably soft as he touched her. She was indeed a beautiful creature and he almost couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"So how long does your venom last? I can't leave here in this state. Plus I think I'm still shrinking. Isn't that an odd effect for a venom to have? How does that benefit your kind. I would think either a deadly or paralyzing venom would be more useful. I'm going to study your kind while I remain here. I'd love it if you could show me around. The more I understand your kind the more I can help you." He wondered what she had intended to do to him had he been completely hostile. Kill him? Eat him? She was human enough that the idea of her eating a human seemed odd. But her initial reactions had seemed hostile enough. He was glad that she had enough sense to spare him---at least for now.

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Amaru narrowed her eyes in suspicion of the small man's speech regarding spreading knowledge, but said nothing. Information in the wrong hands only meant disaster, the lamia was sure of it. "My venom," she murmured, "reduces larger, stronger animals to a size small enough to be safely swallowed," she explained carefully, "Then, over several months, the venom wears off slowly, keeping me satisfied with meals that nothing else my size would be able to eat... it also guarantees that whatever I decided to bite is not safe even if it gets away from me, and will never be able to threaten me or my harem again." The quiet confidence she expressed this with, the smirk upon her lips, it was very clear---despite her small size, the little lamia was an apex predator, overpowering and eating anything that would be aggressive enough to attack her.

Leaning down, pressing her now considerably larger face to Jenkinson's, the lamia bared her fangs again. "Now, we have gone on this long without humans knowing where we are... can I guarantee your silence?"

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"So... let me get this straight... you were going to eat me? Really? Are your kind simply a bunch of savages? Then you pretty much deserve what I'm about to tell you. If the venom allows my body to regain its size over a month, then you're all pretty much screwed. Do you understand the term "screwed"? It's what you are. Right now. Unless you can find some way to reverse the effects of the venom... now. They will come for me. And when they leave, your kind will be history." Jenkinson was rather pissed, despite the fact that he had part of an angry lamia wrapped around his lower body. He no longer cared if he angered her further. She'd done this herself. If her species was destroyed, it wouldn't be his fault. He could have kept them safe, and even if it came to his silence he could and would have done that to preserve her species. But she'd made that impossible. At his current size he could never make it back to the village, nor disable the satellite phone. The search party would find his clothes mingled with her past victims. And---without necessarily understanding---they would eliminate the threat.

"So that pile of clothes I stumbled on was another human... that you'd eaten? My god, you're a monster! Eat me if you must. I- as well as your past victims---will have our justice. And I hope you choke..." He battered her coils with his fists angrily. Not that it made much difference.

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"Hmmm. The last person to disturb our hiding place said similar. Called me a savage, assured me that our living place would be found and destroyed..." Amaru murmured contemplatively. "I still know not what a savage is, nor the meaning of screwed. I do know that most humans who find our hiding place are smart enough to avoid me, either leaving the temple or using their long legs to outpace me, do what they came to, and leave peacefully. It is only biologists and archaeologists, or the occasional drunken villager, who intentionally disturbs me when I threaten them," she explained with a quiet, overbearing arrogance, slowly tightening her crimson-and-gold coils... progressing from restraining to crushing, watching Dr. Jenkinson begin to gasp. "Is a 'scientist' in any way like a 'biologist' or 'archaeologist'?" She asked while Dr. Jenkinson was still able to breathe enough to speak. "The words sound similar..."

As he began to grow angry, his accelerated heart rate managed to bring the rate of shrinking up slightly... the hapless Alex Jenkinson was now six inches tall in total, about as big as Amaru's upper body. He was very nearly small enough to pass through her mouth...

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"Unnnnnhhh..." he moaned as her coils tightened, clearly starting to constrict. "Yes... a scientist and a biologist are the same thing. And screwed means you're in a lot of trouble. I didn't mean for any of this. But if you're going to kill me and eat me, just get it over with. I mean, it's not like a two foot long snake looks very dangerous to someone my size. Maybe you should post signs that say 'don't touch the snake-people'. Despite your human physiology you're not very civilized. More like an animal. That's what savage means..."

He braced himself for the squeeze he knew was coming. She was so beautiful, yet so merciless, so cruel. There was something he found horribly erotic at meeting his end in this way. He supposed there were worse ways to die in the jungle. Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't break free of her embrace.

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Amaru continued to squeeze, tighter and tighter, denying Dr. Jenkinson air and cracking his ribs, but showing restraint in not simply breaking his insides quite yet. The lamia simply watched dispassionately as the biologist was made to asphyxiate, finally ceasing her squeezing as he fell limp... four inches tall, only barely small enough to fit through her human upper half's mouth when unhinged. "We are not savage," she growled softly to the unconscious---but still very much living---body in her grip. Then, carefully, she began to open her mouth wide, wider, impossibly wide from what might have been expected of her human appearance... and began to creep her jaws over the biologist's unconscious body, taking advantage of another benefit of her half-human biology---throat muscles that continually moved food down into her body. No fuss, no fighting, no noise. Just Amaru and her harem...

Eventually, once the biologist made his way to her human "upper" stomach, acids broke down his hair and weakened his skin, his forced-open eyes rendered useless rather quickly. Simultaneously, the upper stomach bombarded his system with excesses of muscle relaxant, rendering him well and truly immobile. It really only existed to take the fight out of prey... Dr. Jenkinson would be waking up before he was well and truly dead, but his last state of consciousness would be effective immobility, coupled with total blindness. Amaru was most likely to not even notice.

Meanwhile, the lamia called her harem out of hiding---significantly smaller male lamiae (plus a few "sneak" girls who were small and androgynous enough to pose as members of Amaru's worshipful harem) poured out from cracks in the walls, eagerly praising her for dealing with the intruder so well, many pleading for her to lean down so they may massage her full stomach.

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The air was quickly depleted in Jenkinson's lungs, and unconsciousness followed quickly under the crushing pressure. Oddly, it was quick and relatively painless. Amaru finished him without any particular malice---he was just one more interloper that needed to be dispatched. He was certainly not the first, nor would he be the last.

An hour or so later, the doctor regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes, but was apparently in complete darkness, or had been blinded. Ultimately it didn't matter. He couldn't move a muscle. He realized quickly she had indeed swallowed him. The air inside her was thin and sparse. He quickly lost consciousness again. And it was a sleep from which he would not awake. The end was quick and painless, considering the consequences. Amaru had not gone out of her way to make him suffer. He was just prey to her, and he died as such.

Amaru didn't know if others would come as Jenkinson had warned. But if they did, she and her harem would deal with them. Once their size was compromised they too would become prey. She and her harem would feed well.


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As Shiro followed Cleo around Brightshore, he could feel the sun warming his skin quite well, and he felt glad that he decided to skip clothes. "Oh jeez... It feels like summer back in my world right now... I'm glad I decided to just wear the trunks." As they walked along, Shiro took in the splendor of Brightshore, and the incredible variety of the denizens. He blushed seeing the amount of varied people, sizes and shapes that he was seeing, and his mind wandered as he wondered who was inside every round bellied person he saw.

"The more time I am here, the more I realize I'm really going to like it here." As they moved on, Shiro and Cleo ended up getting fruit drinks made with the Font's water, since Shiro really hadn't had anything to drink yet since coming to Rakuen. He knew he didn't need anything but the Font's water to live here, but the fruit of Rakuen tasted heavenly. "Oh my goodness, the fruit in this world tastes much better than anything my old world could produce!"

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"I'm no expert on farming or working with fruits and all that, but they tell me it's because there's no pollutants, natural or otherwise, to contaminate the fruits, or something like that" Cleo explained. "With the Font of Life touching every part of the island, pretty much everything that grows is filled with good stuff and energy and all that"

As they took the time to enjoy their drinks, every now and then Cleo would share a nod of greeting or even a verbal exchange with almost everyone he knew, and all his acquaintances in turn took the chance to eye up Shiro when he was introduced, along with the promise that they should 'meet up some time' followed by either a wink, or for some more confident and brazen, a light slap of the booty.

Cleo would eventually lead Shiro to large, homely looking building that overlooked the beach. Taking a look at Shiro's key, Cleo lead Shiro up some stairs on the side of the building, and gestured to a door on the first floor, which had the same number as Shiro's key. "Well... your castle awaits" Cleo said with a grin, waiting for Shiro to open the door to his new home.

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Shiro nodded as they walked along, enjoying his drink and getting a chance to meet more people, though he wasn't used to being eyed up so much, although he did find it quite flattering, especially with the light slaps on his rump. When they got to Shiro's building, Shiro was a little shocked at the size of it. "Oh wow... Apartment buildings that were this big back in my old world would have been way outside the range of what I could afford." Once Cleo showed him where his door was, he took a breath before using his key to unlock the door. When he opened the door, he was taken aback at the inside of the house. It wasn't massive, but it was bigger on the inside than the outside would have led you to believe.

It was furnished very well, and all the furniture looked beyond comfortable. "Oh wow... This is incredible..." Everything was large, obviously made to support the needs of the citizens of Rakuen and their leisure activities. The tub was large enough to fit more than one person with an overfull belly very easily, and the bed was massive too. It was a circular bed, covered in very soft fur blankets and plenty of pillows of various sizes. Shiro would have no trouble sleeping in this world. "Does everyone get a home like this one...?" There was even a space for preparing food, though it was mostly empty and mainly had cups for drinking water.

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"Well, obviously other people's places are decorated differently... The guy who lives below you might be more into the... 'gothic' style or whatever it's called" Cleo remarked, as he sauntered inside the apartment, starting to remove his hat and his own sandals, hanging them both near the door. "But in terms of size and furniture... yeah, pretty much everyone's got a place like this... Mine's personally more of a beach hut because I love the water and the sand"

Cleo removed his sunglasses and set them aside on one of the kitchen counters, before he walked over to the bed and sat himself down on it, facing Shiro. "Well... this is it. No more responsibilities or regrets, worries or apprehensions... Whatever you want to do now, Hisagi Shiro, is entirely up to you. You can stay at home and come to terms with things, you can hit the streets and see the people and the stores, you can hit the beach and chill, or you could even explore outside of Brightshores... You're not expected to stay forever, but you'll always have a home amongst us... Welcome, to Rakuen" Cleo finished, with a dramatic spread of his arms.

After that, he smirked, and leaned back so that he could push his tight trunks off of his body, revealing his generously sized junk once again. He kicked the trunks aside before laying back against Shiro's new bed. "...and if you're looking for somewhere to start, then when you're ready... I want you to get over here, and sit on my face" Cleo told him, grinning widely.

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Shiro smiled as Cleo talked to him. He was fully at ease as he talked to the lion demi, and very excited to explore Brightshore once he got an opportunity to do so. However, Shiro blushed bright red as he saw Cleo strip off his trunks, revealing his massive genitalia again. Upon hearing the lion demi's request, Shiro blushed even more, but he smiled after a bit. "Well, I did say that you could get more time with my rump..."

The kitsune demi then pushed his own trunks down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving him naked for the lion demi once again. Shiro had finished absorbing everything that Cleo gave him last time, and his stomach was once again flat. He smiled and climbed onto the bed next to Cleo before moving up to the lion demi's head and positioning himself over it, giving the lion demi a full view of his bountiful booty. "All right... Here I go..." Shiro slowly lowered himself down until he was sitting on Cleo's face, his ass cheeks very gently squeezing around Cleo's face.

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A wide grin was on Cleo's face as he watched Shiro strip off his trunks and start coming over towards where he lay, the lion's eyes on those swaying hips and big, bouncy booty. He'd been looking forward to this moment since he first laid eyes on Shiro's body back at the Font. Shiro could easily see how excited Cleo was, as the lion's big cock began to rise and stiffen from the lifeguard's arousal.

Once he felt the plush warmth of Shiro's cheeks against is face, Cleo went to town. Latching his hands around Shiro's thighs, Cleo began to kiss and lick and slurp up all he could, sucking on the flesh of Shiro's cheeks and eating out the kitsune's ass with gusto, pressing his face deep between those cheeks, practically swallowed by them... though not entirely, not yet.

[User] Shiro was a bit surprised as he felt Cleo's arms latch around his thighs, but this was replaced with constant moans as he felt Cleo start to eat him out. "Oh my gods... I've never-ah!-been eaten out before... this feels-ngh!-amazing..." Shiro's own cock started to harden fully as he felt the lion demi under his rump. The way he was facing let him see Cleo's own cock get erect, and he couldn't help but reach over and rub Cleo's massive shaft.

[Assistant]
The huge cock twitched and pulsed in Shiro's hands, and it was more than big enough for Shiro to be able to put both his hands around it. Cleo let out a hum of delight, which echoed against the skin of Shiro's rump, practically being worshipped by the lion at this point. Cleo was making out hard with the pucker of Shiro's ass, lathering and slickening it up.

"...Alright Shiro, get ready, because I'm about to be your first" Cleo calls out. He reaches his hands down and grabs Cleo's ass cheeks in either hand, giving those buns a firm squeeze, before pulling them apart to expose Shiro's butthole. With a wicked grin and a final lick to the pucker... Cleo shoves his face into the ass, firmly.

What may have once been impossible to Shiro would now prove to be very much possible, and very much pleasurable, as he would feel his skin and sphincter stretch, to accept the incoming arrival.

[User] Shiro wanted to ask what Cleo meant when he said that he would be the kitsune's first, but this was cut off by a surprised moan as he felt Cleo start to push into his ass. He didn't expect Cleo to actually fit, but the lion demi easily sank into that ass, the kitsune's tail hole stretching easily and accepting Cleo no problem. "Oh... gods..." Shiro couldn't even speak at this point, hugging Cleo's pulsing cock as he felt his ass and midsection stretch out to accept Cleo's head.

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With his entire head somehow up Shiro's ass, giving him the deepest and biggest fucking of his life, Cleo then brought his hands back in and started to slide them in at either side of his head. His hands were in, and then his wrists, and then his arms sank deep... deep into Shiro's ass and up his insides. With the lion's shoulders being next, Shiro's ass painlessly, but very immensely pleasurably, still continued to stretch around the invading lion. Eventually, Shiro felt his own muscles trying to pull Cleo inside, as if his body was working automatically, as if his own body itself wanted to drag Cleo inside.

Cleo groaned from the attention his cock received, and his groan echoed through Shiro's ass; the kitsune could feel every single one of his motions and even his breaths inside of him.

[User] Shiro groaned in pleasure as he felt Cleo stretching him out so completely, his belly slowly growing out as he slowly dragged Cleo deeper and deeper in. The kitsune demi was so overloaded with pleasure that he couldn't help but hug and gently hump the lion demi's cock as his body sank deeper and deeper into Shiro's ass. Cleo would be able to feel every movement that Shiro made, whether it be the arms around his massive cock, or the bulge he made in the kitsune demi's belly pressing against it. Shiro would bring a hand down to his swelling belly and moan out. "Cleo... This feels beyond amazing... "

[Assistant] Cleo grinned before letting out a groan from his cock being handled. His hands, already deep inside of Shiro and pressing out against the skin of his abdomen, clutched and grabbed and squeezed whatever surface he had a hold of, always the soft, squishy, fleshy insides of his companion. He couldn't see, but he could definitely feel everything that was happening. He used his grip to pull himself deeper, his upper body inside of Shiro's ass, have of his entire frame in total. That huge cock of the lion's was now tight against Shiro's body and constantly pressed against the kitsune's grinding dick. A squirt of pre-cum would splash Shiro in the face, although a 'squirt' from Cleo's gonads was like a normal-sized cum facial anyway, as his white seed sprayed into Shiro's face.

[User] Shiro was a moaning mess as he felt Cleo sinking into him, and the blast of pre cum in his face from Cleo's massive cock made him release a bit of pre as well, though it was barely anything compared to Cleo. Shiro held onto Cleo's cock for as long as he could, but eventually the cock began to move away from him and move between the lion demi's legs as his lower body started to sink into Shiro's body. Shiro lied back on the bed, close enough to the edge of the bed that if either of them came, then the bed would stay clean. Shiro gently caressed his growing belly as he felt Cleo entering his body more and more, the lion demi's legs and massive shaft gradually disappearing between the kitsune demi's bountiful butt.

[Assistant]
A combination of Shiro's inner muscles and Cleo's own efforts were allowing the chiseled young lion to sink deeper into Shiro's rear depths. Ever since his shoulders had entered Shiro's ass, Cleo had been smoothly, but oh-so erotically sliding through the tight yet slick innards of the kitsune, his every motion certainly lighting up Shiro's senses. His trim waist and bubbly butt, nowhere near as bouncy as Shiro's own though, sunk in without a problem. All that indeed remained, were legs, cock and balls, and Shiro certainly felt the last two sink in.

Once Cleo's sizable balls were eventually squeezed, practically stuffed into Shiro's ass, his throbbing cock and pair of legs followed quite soon after, assisted by Cleo using his hands to push against the walls of Shiro's stomach to leverage himself deeper. It was happening. Shiro could look down, and see the distinct bulging outline of another person filling up his stomach, and very soon, Cleo would be entirely within that stomach.

[User]
Shiro almost climaxed on the spot as he felt Cleo's large balls stuff themselves into his ass, though he managed to hold on, only managing to moan as he felt the lion demi's legs and throbbing cock enter his body, his ass closing over Cleo's toes and cock head as his belly finished growing, but still shifting as he pulled Cleo into his belly. Finally, the way back through Shiro's bowels closed behind Cleo, and he was safely tucked into Shiro's belly, massive junk and all. The kitsune could only moan and rub his belly, feeling every bulge that the lion demi made in him.

"Oh gods Cleo... this is so wonderful... are you okay in there...?" Shiro was panting with his moaning, still shivering in pleasure from being stretched so wide.

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"Hnngn... one sec..." Cleo grunted in response, as Shiro could feel him shifting, every motion he made, into a better position, particularly for his hard, and huge cock. The bulges in Shiro's stomach moved to show Cleo's actions, as he parted his legs and dragged his cock against the walls of Shiro's stomach until his member was finally, comfortably upright. With his body completely comfortable inside the tight stomach of the kitsune, Cleo began to relax into it's back. "Damn Shiro, you're a natural at this, or your ass is, anyway" He said with a chuckle. "You took me in so easily, I'm actually impressed... that butt of yours is gonna make you real popular if you let it" He said with a snicker.

Shiro's belly was burgeoning like it never had before. It was almost as if he looked pregnant with a fully grown human inside of him. Though most of Cleo was making bumps and bulges against the skin of Shiro's stomach, some parts were more defined... like where his feet were propped against the stomach wall.

[User] Shiro moaned out gently as he felt each little movement Cleo made in his body, and as he felt his body start to relax, he climbed further up the bed covered in pelt like blankets and pillows, getting comfortable as he held his now massive belly. It was nice and round, but bumpy and bulgy as well, especially where he felt Cleo's feet. "That was a lot more tiring than I expected it to be... This feels beyond wonderful, but I'm exhausted... I can't believe you were able to eat me and walk the distance it took to get to Brightshore from the Font..." Shiro gingerly rubbed his belly, also slightly more firmly rubbing where he felt Cleo's cock in his belly.

[Assistant] "You'll get used to it" Cleo assured Shiro with a smirk as he felt Shiro's hands pressing against him through the skin, and chuckling to himself when Shiro had found the bulge that was his cock and gave it more attention. Cleo grinned, and pressed his dick against the wall, making the huge outline of it against Shiro's big, squishy belly. It was actually forced to follow the curve of Shiro's stomach walls, since Cleo's cock was actually longer than Shiro's stomach was tall on the inside. "Like everything, you just need the time to let your mind and your body adjust to what your new capabilities are" Cleo told him.

[User] Shiro murred a bit and smiled as he saw the outline of Cleo's cock in his belly, and he rubbed it gently, not enough to try to get Cleo to climax, but just to feel good. "I see. I guess the best way to learn how to do that is to experiment with what my capabilities are. This is actually really good practice, and it feels really good too." Shiro happily rubbed his belly, but then Cleo would hear the kitsune demi yawn, and his heartbeat started to relax, not in a way that indicated him being in danger, but just that he was tired. "Oh wow... I'm suddenly really sleepy..."

[Assistant] Cleo gave a smirk as he felt Shiro's yawn from inside, feeling his body move all around him from the intake of air. "Get some sleep if you're tired... I'm not going anywhere, and you've not got any pressing matters to attend to... Oh, but just so you know, the nights here aren't really that dark, and they're always pretty warm, so you don't have to worry about getting cold in the night" Cleo told him, as he relaxed back against the stomach wall, Shiro feeling his weight inside of him against his body.

[User] Shiro smiled as he felt Cleo relax against the side of his belly that was supported by his body, and rubbed his belly. "Thanks Cleo... I'll let you out in the morning..." Shiro cutely placed a kiss on the top of his belly before lying back on his bed, his back rested on his pillows in a way that he was lying at an angle instead of flatly, and relaxed completely, letting his eyes drift shut. Cleo would hear Shiro's breathing soften, and he could feel the kitsune gently holding his belly in his sleep.

[Assistant] "Hah!" Cleo laughed. "Don't worry about letting me out, Shiro, you just enjoy it and get used to it, I'll be fine" The lion insisted as he snuggled against the back wall. He smirked, as he felt Shiro's kiss against his body, specifically his cockhead, which was pressed against the roof of the dome. Cleo gave a smile as he felt the body around him quieten and grow still, before he himself started to relax and let himself drift to sleep, smiling wider as he felt the arm cupped around him through the stomach walls.

[User] The two slept soundly throughout the rest of the day and the night, and when the sun started to rise again, Shiro was the first to stir. As his consciousness became more clear, the events of the previous day flooded into his mind, and a smile crossed his lips. He looked down and saw the massive belly that he was sporting, and he could feel the weight of the lion demi. He very carefully got up and made his way to where he saw the bathroom for the house, opting to take a bath while not waking up Cleo right away. He filled up the tub with warm/hot water and dropped in a bath bomb that was provided with the house, letting the tub get sudsy before stepping in, relaxing in the water as it warmed his body, and making sure Cleo kept comfortably warm too.


[User]
Rashini's long legs propelled her through the dense foliage of Darkwood Forest, crushing fallen leaves and stray insects beneath her heavy boots. She was something of an oddity; she-orcs were almost never seen outside their villages, such sparse sightings of them had many questioning their very existence, and few orcs grew taller than men, Rashini herself towered over everyone at almost nine feet tall.

A branch snapped off its parent tree as she pushed it aside. Yesterday she'd been spying on a small human outpost, seeking to determine if it was worth raiding, when she happened to overhear the report of a scouting party. Apparently the scouts had stumbled across a small tower, abandoned by the forces of the Dark Lord when he fell some hundred years ago. In this tower was a vault that, according to what they could translate from document fragments, held a relic that 'could give a man the strength of an orc'.

And so Rashini set off to find this tower herself. If this relic could indeed give a man the strength of an orc, imagine what it could do for an orc like her.

[Assistant]
Dancing shadows on the wooden walls, an unnatural mist outside the thin windows, the crackling of a dying fire filled the small room. Delphi sighed, and gazed outside, looking at nothing in particular. His journey brought him in a small outpost, as a bounty hunter he traveled often, never settling too much in the same place. He was good at his job, but recently he failed to see the purpose in what he was doing, for what he saw most of the "criminals", human or non-human, were just people that tried to survive, in a way or another. Like himself, he was just on the side of the so called justice, exercised by the ruling cast.

He stood up, swallowing his thoughts. It was time to hit the road once again. This time he was not a bounty hunter, but a seeker, he was looking for an ancient artifact, but he did not know much about it. It was desired by the king, and the king words were law. After days of collecting pieces of information from here ad there he discovered that it was probably located in an ancient and forgotten tower.

[User]
A threshold had been crossed. Almost without notice the trees seemed to change, it seemed as if darkness clung to the trees, like a cloak wrapped around their trunks and branches. Everything about the trees, from the cracks in the bark to their protruding roots had a peculiar angularity and fierceness of line. Something about the shape of the branches was ominous, as if the trees were waiting to ensnare trespassers with splintered claws.

It was a good sign Rashini thought, such visible signs of corruption meant she had to be close. Soon enough she came to a clearing, and in that clearing was a tower. It could only be one of the Dark Lord's towers; the crown of the tower was designed in the shape of his spiked helm, his crest adorned the large capstone of the entry archway, and not a single plant grew within a hundred feet of the tower, as though nature was afraid to reclaim the tainted stone.

Rashini smiled to herself as she crossed the empty land between the forest and the tower. If she could find the relic it could be just what she needed to finally remove a certain thorn from her side.

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The journey was slow, he had to avoid the roads to not attract unwanted attentions. Deep in the woods he was too tired to notice to sign of corruption and the whispers coming from the hollowed and dead trees. What he noticed was that he was not the first, traces on the ground revealed the presence of a well know creature. An old wound started to sting at the memory of her. His rival, he wondered why she was here, were they after the same artifact? He soon was in the vicinity of the tower, sword in one hand and torch in the other. He prepared for an ambush, and ventured further.

As soon as he opened the door to the tower he noticed that the insides were unnaturally spacious, and the pitch darkness seemed to swallow the dim light radiated by the flame. But the most noticeable thing was the silence, he couldn't even hear his footsteps, it was like any kind of sound was negated by magic. Fear started to grow inside his heart.

[User]
Two sets of stairs led from the entry; one up to the next level of the tower, the other down beneath it. Rashini had chosen the stairs upward, reasoning that anything of power or value would be kept up with the commanders rather than down where it could be claimed by grunts and intruders.

But after the fifth level searched with no sign of this vault the human scouts mentioned it seemed she may have been mistaken. There were a few more levels above her with potential. If nothing was in them she'd head down to the level, or levels, underground.

[Assistant]
After countless empty chambers the hostile environment started to be almost unbearable, doubt started to arise. But he did not want to leave empty handed.

He took the stairs heading up. Still on guard he walked every step, slowly, searching for a sign of someone's passage. The tower seemed just empty, apart from some old furniture and dust. Not even the sign of forgotten fights. But then, the reflection of a light, he was not alone. He waited, and just after he could not see it anymore he crept after it. The element of surprise was his only advantage, for now.

[User]
At the very top level of the tower, Rashini's patience had worn thin but was finally rewarded. On this level she found a heavy metal door emblazoned with the Dark Lord's sigil, a sure sign of its importance, set in a metal wall. Other rooms on the floor contained the commander's quarters and several labs and workshops where many strange implements were made and experiments conducted.

There was no keyhole upon the vault door. But it didn't take Rashini long to puzzle out the means of opening it. It was no secret the Dark Lord had been as merciless to his minions as to his enemies, it was not uncommon for blood to be collected from prisoners and those who failed him. She pricked a finger with the tip of her hunting knife and smeared a line of her dark red blood on the door, which opened outward with an unpleasant screech.

Inside the vault was only one thing. Floating in the center, slowly rotating, was a left hand gauntlet made of strange dark metal studded with six red gems; one at the base of each finger with a larger one like a fiery eye on the back of the hand.

[Assistant]
Delphi's followed Rashini's step at a distance, until he heard the screeching of heavy metal doors, he decided to get closer and toke a look behind a corner.

The shimmering gems allured Delphi's eyes, almost falling in trance as Rashini's took her first step past the metal door. Incomprehensible whispers crawled into the knight's mind, fueling desire. It was hard to stay hidden, in the shadows, still he decided to watch and see. Maybe the gauntlet was defended by traps.

Barely holding the desire to obtain the relic he prepared himself to combat, as Rashini took her first step inside the room.

[User]
Rashini entered the vault cautiously. It was inconceivable that the vault door was the only protection for the relic. She couldn't see any signs of traps but that didn't mean they weren't there. She was no shaman, so she couldn't use magic to scan for traps. Thus she had to rely on carefully testing each step, a process that was incredibly slow since her larger size meant she had to test more floor tiles before she could safely put her foot down.

But if there were any traps they must've worn out, for after several long moments she stood before the gauntlet. She paused again, looking around it for signs of traps before slowly reaching out to grab it, half expecting to receive some kind of shock as her fingers brushed against the metal.

[Assistant]
Delphi silently followed Rashini's steps, when he was sure that no traps were activated from her touch he darted forward, launching bolas at Rashini's ankles. Taking the gauntlet Delphi's felt a sudden rush of power, followed by an ominous light emitted by his fingers, panic struck him and he collapsed on the ground.

The coma felt like ages, populated with dreams lived not by his eyes. Scenes of wars fought by green shadows, it all felt so familiar somehow.

He opened his eyes while still falling, he managed to land on his side, in the blurred vision he saw Rashini's standing near him, but her form did not evoke the same emotions as before, he was almost glad of her presence.

[User]
Rashini barely managed to stay upright when the bolas wrapped around her ankles. Swearing in orcish she tried to untangle her legs and saw Delphi emerge from the shadows and go for the gauntlet. She should have known he'd be here; for the past 5 years they been chasing each other trying to capture the other, foiling the other's schemes, always searching for something that would give them the edge to finally triumph over the other.

She saw the gems of the gauntlet flare as he grabbed it, saw him collapse unexpectedly, and saw the skin of his hand that grasped the gauntlet turn green. The green spread quickly from his hand up his arm then across the rest of his body. The transformation was complete as he landed on the floor of the vault, and Rashini understood.

She understood why there had been no traps protecting the gauntlet: the gauntlet was itself a trap. This was how it could give a man the strength of an orc: it could turn a man into an orc. She gazed down at her longtime rival, surprised that she didn't feel the usual surge of anger and loathing but something… different.

[Assistant]
When his vision recovered he tried to stand, but it felt so different, his vision was improved, and the armor felt so light and tight, in certain spots. A sharp pain in the hand made him drop the gauntlet, and he saw his green hands.

"What?!" He exclaimed, in a voice that was similar the his, he brought the foreign hand to his face, to find fangs and some little differences. He looked at Rashini, speechless.

The mission. The more he thought about it the more sense it lost. Those visions were of one or more orcs, his enemies, and yet they were his now. And the war, seemed so pointless. Delphi looked at Rashini and pointed at the glowing gauntlet: "Take it, and kill me if you must."

[User]
For a moment Rashini simply looked at Delphi, watching him discover his new form until his words made it through to her stunned brain.

She gave her head a quick shake to clear her thoughts before turning her gaze to the gauntlet. She bent down to pick it up, wondering if her old adversary was planning some trick. As soon as her fingers touched the gauntlet the glow winked out like a candle in the wind. There was no flash of light, she felt no surge in strength. "I don't think this is meant for me." She said, holding the gauntlet out to him.

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A sparkle behind Delphi's eyes confirmed her words as true, he stood up, still dizzy, and grabbed the gauntlet from Rashini's hand. The artifact seemed to glimmer responding to his touch. "I could try..." He muttered while his fingers slowly entered, the metal felt warm and comfortable now.

He hold his breath for a moment, he felt the same strange energy as before and pointing a finger to a vase in the room Delphis felt a rush of power and the sensation of holding the essence of the vase in his hands with a thought, he made it levitate in the air, effortlessly.

A grin appeared on his orcish face, "...nice..." He muttered as with a flick the vase was sent crashing against the wall. Then by flicking the fingers Delphi's lit the torches in the room, illuminating all corners and shadows.

A faint *gasp* could be heard in the distant corridor. Alarmed, Delphi's run to the door and saw the clear shadow of a person. "Let's test this thing" He said flicking his wrist and grasping with his hand, the intruder started to float towards to two orcs muted by the artifact force.

[User]
Rashini watched with keen interest as Delphi tested the gauntlet's power. Her mind was filled with the possibilities of how such power could be used in battle until they heard the gasp.

Who else could be here? The human scouts she spied on yesterday? Someone that had followed Delphi? She gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to pull it out of its sheath.

[Assistant]
The intruder was soon close enough, Delphi chuckled, he was one of the servants of the court, probably here to watch on him or maybe retrieve the artifact as well. Using his new powers he pinned the helpless figure on the ground, between him and Rashini. While still muted the intruder had a confused look, the orc with the gauntlet seemed familiar somehow.

"One of my... former companions... what should we do with him?" He asked Rashini, he felt sick thinking about his former self, who followed orders from these pigs.

[User] "Well, if that gauntlet has to power to do so, you could shrink him and swallow him. That's always been my favorite way of dealing with human pests." Rashini said as she lowered her hand from her sword. Just looking at the intruder she could tell he wouldn't have been much of a threat, even without Delphi's newfound powers rendering him helpless.

[Assistant]
Delphi stared blankly at the human, eating his former "companions"? He felt... slightly bad? Seeing the terrified look on that pale face... "N... no. I can't do that." He said, with much joy of his prisoner until he added "...he's all yours"

Shrinking someone was a surprisingly easy task, Delphi's just needed to concentrate for a bit, and the prisoner got smaller and smaller...

Flicking his wrist the captive now prey was sent levitating towards Rashini's face, whose eyes glimpsed in the torch light. Delphi felt a strange contraction in the stomach, he found himself waiting for Rashini's move, now her lips were quite attractive, somehow... as for the trembling prey, he too saw Rashini's gaze wash over him, but with quite a different reaction...

[User]
Delphi's reluctance didn't surprise her. After all he'd been human until very recently; it would be a while, if ever, before he could consider it. Even then consuming humans wasn't very common among orcs.

Though she had expected him to snap the human's neck or some other relatively quick and painless method of killing their captive instead of offering him to her. If any other orc had tried to feed her like this she'd have cut their hand off, but somehow she didn't mind it coming from Delphi.

A predatory smile grew on her lips as she looked at the shrunken, floating human before opening her mouth to accept him.

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The warm breath washed over the speechless and paralyzed creature, his form constricted by the same force that was pushing him into the awaiting maw. He screamed, and was quickly silenced as his head got to meet Rashini's tongue.

Dark thoughts populated Delphi's head. He offered a son of Adam so easily and so ruthlessly, he felt his humanity as an opaque and distant memory. The squeal from the tiny human woke him out of his trance. A disturbing and exciting sensation arose from his guts, he had fed Rashini by reflex alone. He pushed the man a bit further...


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It was barely daylight when Dr. Jenkinson set out on his one man expedition. He was somewhat annoyed that none of the villagers would serve as his guide as he'd intended. Despite the almost humorous aspects of their superstition, there was definitely something about the creatures he was seeking that instilled fear in the primitives. "Snake men... several feet long" inhabiting the ruins of an ancient temple. The native insisted they were real. And dangerous, though none would tell him why.

He---a seasoned explorer and xenobiologist---feared nothing natural. He'd gone in search of hundreds of mythical creatures and debunked most of them. Only a few had some basis in reality. He certainly believed that something lived in the ruins. But for obvious reasons he did not believe in a race of tiny, sentient snake human hybrids. He intended to collect whatever species lived there. With luck it would be a species yet undiscovered by science. Yet another species for him to classify.

At age 26 he'd discovered more than thirty previously unknown species. None of which were supernatural or lived up to their own colorful legends. He had no reason to expect this should be any different. After only an hour he saw the white pillars of the ruined temple on a distant hillside. He planned on collecting specimens and being back in the village before noon. As he got closer he could already see the creatures scattering. They'd been sunning themselves among the ruins. Now it was just a matter of capturing one and examining it up close. He withdrew a net and snake bag from his pack crept up to the temple.

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Amaru was one of a few hundred small lamiae who took up residence in a ruined temple, a human construction that made for good shelter from rains, wind, and those who would attempt to sneak up on a snake sunning herself. Humans made useful things... but they themselves were nuisances. Loud, noisy, not prone to watching where they stepped. So, when one approached her home, her first instinct was to hide, and to convince her brood of mates to hide themselves in the lower levels.

The slender, serious serpent wasn't much of an obvious threat at first glance---a cute, if rather stern redhead from the hips up, and all below the hips was two feet of serpentine tail, and the tail was four times as long as the rest of her body. Anyone who knew snakes whatsoever might take pause at her tail's crimson-and-gold banded coloration, very similar to a deadly coral snake, but given how absolutely puny she was, they'd merely give Amaru her berth and move on if they didn't want to risk the venom. As for the six inches of feminine human form sat where the snake's head would go, she was tan, toned, and completely nude, her fiery cherry-red hair standing out starkly against her dark skin tone as another chromatic warning to potential predators. Without speaking a single word of her limited Spanish, English, or Quechua, she was able to convey all that she needed to; she was dangerous to approach, but incredibly strong and beautiful to male lamiae that were scarcely half her size. Like many such snakes, she had a mostly obedient harem that was always eager to please, including a few smaller females who took advantage of the sheer number of males Amaru attracted to sneakily get theirs and sneak off before the redhead caught wise.

As the human biologist approached, Amaru stood her ground as much as a lamia could stand---slithering sensually into the maw of a carved stone jaguar, putting her tail's vivid coloration on display. Effectively, a warning shot---anger her, and endure the consequences.

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All but one of the tiny snakes had disappeared into the tiny cracks and crevasses in the stonework of the temple. But one vividly colored specimen remained. He approached the specimen. IT had taken up residence in the maw of a feline statue and seemed unafraid. Almost as if it were guarding the sacred ground.

He readied his net. The snake itself was beautiful. But what was mot unbelievable was that the upper body was indeed that of a human female. Not the crude visage of something mimicking a human. From the waist up, the snake was indeed a human, albeit a tiny one. This particular specimen had shining red hair. She wore no garments, and her perfect, tiny breast didn't go unnoticed by the scientist. "Hello, little one..." he said as he raised the net. Once he had captured her he could examine her up close which would reveal a lot more than just a superficial look ever could.

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Amaru didn't recognize the tool this human brandished, but recognized it as some sort of threat---he was going on the aggressive. Not entirely familiar with the concept of a biologist, the crimson-haired lamia coiled low, hissing softly, giving the intruder a second warning. Any further approach would be construed as a threat, and she would have no qualms about biting him. "Aksu," she yelled, low and angry in tone---instinctively going for the language of the humans that had built this temple, language that had been passed down through generations. A warning, ordering this human go away. The abandoned temple was the sole domain of lamiae.

As Dr. Jenkinson approached, his boots landed on something soft, instead of just hard stone---abandoned, tattered human clothing. No remains, no obvious tears from violence... but a few years out of fashion, and dusty with disuse. Just a tattered old outfit... but a sane human being would back off with the growing unease that permeated the dark, ruined stone temple.

Amaru, meanwhile, stayed coiled and ready, tense and aggressive. The human had yet to back off, so neither would the lamia. She had a harem and a clutch of eggs here... she could not easily afford to leave.

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The tiny lamia hung from the statue and hissed. Jenkinson however was not impressed, and he found her defiance amusing. "Awww... you look so cute, so agitated like that. I'm not gonna hurt you... just relax." Then she spoke, and his expression changed. Was she... intelligent? It sounded almost like human speech. If this species was sentient it would complicate things greatly.

"Did you just say something?" he asked? "I didn't understand you... typically snakes don't have vocal chords. Can you understand me?"

It was then that he felt his foot brush something. Looking down, it appeared to be clothes strewn over the ground. There were no bones or anything indicating it was human remains. Just clothes. He bent down and examined the garments, momentarily forgetting the angry lamia. They looked to have been here awhile. But there was no sign of a campsite. He briefly pondered their significance. Then he looked up at the still hissing lamia. If she could speak, he had so many questions he didn't know where to start.

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Amaru's grasp of English was limited, but she was definitely able to recognize the language by sound. "Leave. Before I bite," she shouted, this time in heavily accented English. "No humans here." The lamia angrily coiled tighter, definitely agitated. From what Dr. Jenkinson was able to see, the lamia was being aggressively territorial, trying her hardest to intimidate him into leaving the temple as a whole.

At the biologist's questioning, the lamia's eyes narrowed. "The tongue of outsiders is... strange. Humans have many ways to speak. Lamiae share just one. We learn human tongues to tell humans to leave," the lamia continued, her tone low. "Now leave."

She put herself in a position to display every indication of hostility---coiling low, narrowing her eyes, putting her arms in front of her in an attempt to box, softly hissing, even displaying her venomous fangs. One more step, and she'd do it. All of Dr. Jenkinson's exposed skin made easy targets for a solid bite...

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After she began speaking English, Jenkinson knew he'd have to capture a live specimen, for no other reason than the fact that no one in the world would believe him. The tiny creature did her best to be threatening, but rather than generate fear Alan was merely amused. "Stop it, I'm not gonna hurt you, little one..." he said somewhat condescendingly. It was kind of cute watching the little thing acting so fiercely to defend its territory. Cute but futile. The creature did actually appear to have fangs, however. Probably no more potent than a bee sting, but there was no clear way to be sure. He briefly considered tranquilizing her, but her tiny size made it too easy to overdose her. Finally he decided on a course of action. He needed her alive.

He reached into his pack and donned a pair of kevlar gloves meant for handling venomous species. He then reached out his hand, trying to distract her while his second hand went for her neck. As with any snake other than the largest constrictors, once the head was under control so was the snake. He waved his hand in front of her---a distraction, bringing up the other hand to grab her by the back of the neck. It was a method he'd used before. The key was not to hesitate...

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Unfortunately for the biologist wishing to study her, Amaru was considerably more intelligent than your average snake. Just the presence of higher human brain function gave the lamia a better sense of object permanence, meaning that she was able to recognize both of Dr. Jenkinson's hands as separate threats. As he approached ever closer, ever more inherently discomforting. "Leave! Now!" She shouted, definitely not listening at this point... before pouncing forward, fangs extended, and lunging directly for his exposed flesh.

In the spare few moments between her lunge and contact, Amaru's mind analyzed how many times she'd need to bite---five times? Six? Seven? Like many smaller venomous snakes, lamiae were hyperaggressive, needing to inject venom multiple times to take down bigger aggressors.

[User]
The lamia lunged forward, hitting him on the forearm just above his glove. "Ouch!" he yelled as her fangs made contact. There was a mild burning sensation, clearly indicating to him she did indeed have some kind of venom. He held his arm out hoping she'd release on her own, and eventually she did, falling off his arm and to the ground. He looked at the bite. Two small fang marks. Probably the biggest risk was having an anaphylactic reaction to the bite. Fortunately he had an epi-pen in his backpack. He looked for the lamia, which had apparently scurried into the brush and disappeared. And that's when he noticed his vision was starting to blur. "Shit!" was the last thing he was able to say.

His head began to spin and the sudden sense of vertigo was overwhelming. He had the feeling of falling yet he was still standing. He closed his eyes to see if the feeling went away. Then the blackness took him.

When he regained consciousness his arm was still stinging. Opening his eyes, things looked wrong. He was lying in front of an immense stone structure. The trees had been replaced by single bladed plants that towered over his head. To one side was a large cloth structure that looked like a deflated circus tent. His vision was still blurry, and it took him a moment to make sense of what he was seeing.

Then he glanced up. The stone structure was made in the semblance of a jungle cat. It looked familiar, and it took him a moment to place it. "What... the... fuck..." he said to himself. He pinched himself. Some kind of hallucination? What he was seeing was impossible. The stone structure was the statue that the lamia had perched on. The strange foliage were simply blades of grass. The tent like structure was part of his clothes, as well as the clothes that he had found abandoned earlier. He'd been shrunk. It was the only explanation. Beneath the tent like garment he could see the outline of his boots. His physical body had been reduced to the size of an insect while his clothes remained full size. Worst of all, he was totally naked. "This... this can't be happening..." he said, glancing around. He ducked under the folds of his now gigantic pants, trying to hide himself. Suddenly he felt very exposed. All of his supplies were useless now. He couldn't even use his radio to summon help. The only remedy would be to wait out the effects of the venom. Assuming they weren't permanent, of course...

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Amaru had opted for seven injections of her potent venom, and slithered away into the darkness to wait for it to take effect. It was always delightful to watch something big and threatening dwindle helplessly, smaller and smaller until Amaru was the bigger, stronger one. No feeling quite compared to always being able to make herself bigger than anything that would threaten her... it was always nearly enough to give her cravings. She held off for now, though... she didn't want to call her harem of mates out of hiding quite yet.

Each injection of venom would cut the human's height roughly in half... lamiae could go years on one meal, given how their venom worked, cutting the size of a much larger creature down, down, down to be easily swallowed whole. Then, after the "first", human-like stomach made sure that the captured creature was rendered unable to cause harm, they would slowly regrow over the course of months in order to continually satisfy her actual stomach.

So, it was with great eagerness that Amaru slid back out into the open... Two feet of serpentine tail and six inches of human head and torso was small and pathetic to a normal human, but to a person reduced to 1/128th their normal size, or approximately half an inch tall, would be towered over. A helpless bug before a titanic, elegant beauty. Gleaming, fiery red hair hung down to the small of Amaru's back, her torso was fit and moderately curvy, her eyes a lair of predatory amber slits... and her red-and-gold striped tail created a prison that it was unlikely Dr. Jenkinson would escape alive. "You were told to leave," she murmured.

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The lamia he'd almost caught with his hand now slithered into the clearing in front of the pile of clothes in which he now hid. Her human portion was not the same as his. But her serpentine tail was probably equivalent to at least a 20 foot python compared to his current size. Her thickest coils were large than his waist. He knew he was a fool to think she didn't know he was there---snakes primarily hunted by smell and heat signatures. But he cowered anyway, simply hoping she'd go away.

If he could simply wait things out, maybe he'd metabolize the venom and slowly return to his former self. At his current size he could make out more details about her. He'd always had a thing for redheads, and her human portion was stunningly beautiful. As was her serpentine portion. Her scales glistened in the sun as if wet and the colors danced before him. And the way she moved. So effortlessly she glided, he many muscles propelling her forward. But it was those same muscles he had to fear. He venom hadn't been deadly. So she probably constricted her prey. And he knew he didn't have the strength or size to risk getting into her coils. He remained silent, waiting to see what she did.

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Amaru looked down at Dr. Jenkinson, watching his height slowly ebb away... he was still roughly the same size as her human torso, but he should be much smaller by now. She knew, vaguely, that prey that wasn't excited or afraid would shrink slower, and a biologist would be able to explain that it mostly relied on the venom reaching the heart multiple times to allow for the speedy shrinking she needed. The trade-off for her higher intelligence and size-reducing venom was the human jaw anatomy... even when unhinged, she needed to wait for prey to be half the width of her body or less to fit. "There is no escape," she murmured, slithering around him in circles in a method meant to be intimidating... swiveling her hips and holding her arms to her sides, trying to keep eye contact for as long as possible while she maintained her approach.

As she moved, though, she made the circle she slithered in tighter, closer, faster. A biologist like Dr. Jenkinson would be able to see that she was preparing to coil around him... she hoped he didn't realize he was still slowly losing size.

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Actually Jenkinson didn't realize he was still shrinking, although the rate had clearly reduced itself as the venom cleared his system. In any case, the threatening lamia looked huge. He didn't know what her movements meant, but they definitely gave off a predatory vibe. She was sentient. Surely she wouldn't prey upon another sentient creature. Would she?

"Look... I'm sorry for trying to capture you. It's just that you're such a unique creature. I wouldn't have harmed you. Just did a few tests and taken a few pictures. I'm just a scientist, not a hunter. My name is Alan. What is yours?" He extended a hand as he rotated in circles trying to keep an eye on her. Maybe if she saw him as an individual rather than just another victim she'd spare him. But the circles she was making around him appeared to be getting smaller and he was quickly running out of space. "You are a beautiful creature, you know. I'm only curious about you and your kind..."