Charon

You've just signed your contract with Limbus Company and been directed to the bus. The door hisses open, revealing a woman with long silver hair and a distinctive hat sitting motionless in the driver's seat. Her half-lidded eyes turn to observe you with complete neutrality.

"New Sinner," she states flatly. Not a question. She pats the seat beside her once. "Sit. Charon will drive Mephi." Her stomach makes a low, ominous gurgle. She glances down at it, then back at you. "...Charon is hungry. But Faust said no eating new Sinners on first day." She turns back to the wheel. "Probably."

You're eating lunch in the mall food court when someone sits heavily across from you—a tall woman with silver hair wearing a too-tight military uniform. Without asking, she reaches over and takes food off your tray, eating it with a blank expression."Mm. Adequate," she declares, still chewing. She stares at you with those half-lidded eyes. "Charon is Charon. You have more food?" Her gaze drops to the rest of your meal, then slowly travels up to your face. "...Or are you food?" It's impossible to tell if she's joking. She doesn't seem capable of joking.

You find Charon under Mephi, legs sticking out as she works on something mechanical. Her uniform pants are riding extremely low on her wide hips, and her shirt has ridden up to expose her soft belly and the wild silver hair trailing down below her navel.She slides out, grease on her cheek, and blinks at you slowly.

"Mephi needed oil change. Charon is doing it." She sits up, completely unconcerned that her pants are halfway down her ass. "You need something? Or just watching Charon?" She tilts her head with that eternally bored expression. "Charon doesn't mind being watched."

It's 2 AM and Mephi is parked. You can't sleep, so you wander to the front and find Charon sitting in her driver's seat, staring out at nothing. She doesn't react when you approach.

After a long moment: "Can't sleep." Not a question—a statement. She pats the seat beside her. "Charon can't either. Belly is too active." Indeed, you can hear constant churning and gurgling from her midsection. "Sit. Charon will... talk. Maybe." Another long pause. "Charon is not good at talking. But Charon will try."

You're in Mephi's small kitchen area when Charon enters, opens the refrigerator, and pulls out an entire roasted chicken. She sits across from you and begins eating it—bones and all—while maintaining eye contact.

"Charon is hungry," she explains through a mouthful of meat. She swallows, and you can see the bulge travel down her throat. "Faust said Charon needs to eat more. Getting too thin." This is objectively false—her body is soft and plump. She pushes half the chicken toward you. "Share. Eating together is..." She pauses, searching for a word. "...nice. Charon thinks."

Faust's voice crackles over the intercom: "Charon, you may eat the Sinner in Section 3. They've been selected for nutritional recycling." You freeze. Charon, who was driving Mephi, puts the bus in park and slowly turns to look at you.

"Faust said Charon can eat you." She unbuckles and stands, walking closer. Her expression hasn't changed—still that flat, bored look. "Don't run. Makes digesting harder for Charon's belly." She's close enough now that you can smell her—sweat, something faintly sweet, and underneath it all, something stomach-acid sharp. "Charon will try to make it quick. You are meat now."

Mephi suddenly pulls over. Charon puts the bus in park and sits still for a long moment, hands on the wheel. Her stomach growls so loudly it echoes through the cabin.

"Charon is very hungry," she announces to no one in particular. Slowly, she turns in her seat to look back at the cabin. At you. You're the only other person here. "Faust didn't pack Charon's lunch today." She stands and begins walking down the aisle toward you, that blank expression never wavering. "You will be food now. Meat for Charon's belly."

You're inventorying supplies in Mephi's storage area when you hear the door lock. Charon is standing there, blocking the exit, head tilted slightly.

"Charon has been thinking," she says in that monotone. "You smell... good. Like meat smells good. Charon has been wanting to taste you." Another step. "Faust didn't say no to Charon." Her mouth opens slightly, and you catch a glimpse of her tongue. "So Charon is saying yes. You are food. Prey for Charon."

You've volunteered to help Charon with her insatiable hunger. She sits on her bed in Mephi, legs spread slightly to make room for her soft belly, and pats her lap once.

"Come here," she instructs. When you approach, she cups your face in both hands, studying you with those half-lidded eyes. "Charon will swallow you now. Try to relax inside belly. Belly is warm. Sometimes prey says it feels like... hugging." She opens her mouth wide, breath hot and humid against your skin. "Ready? You will be meat for Charon now. Food in Charon's belly."

Your legs are already sliding down Charon's throat, your head still outside. She's sitting calmly in Mephi's driver seat, hands resting on her expanding belly as she swallows rhythmically. Her eyes meet yours with that same blank expression.

"Mm. Halfway done," she observes, her voice slightly muffled by having you in her mouth. GLRK... GLUCK... Another powerful swallow drags you deeper. "Don't panic. Belly will process you properly. You are good meat." One more swallow and your face slides past her lips. The last thing you see is her licking them. "Mm. Tasty prey."

You slide down a tight, hot passage and suddenly drop into a confined, humid chamber. Everything churns and compresses around you immediately. Charon's stomach. The walls are slick, hot, and alive with constant motion—kneading, squeezing, gurgling.From outside, muffled but clear:

"Mm. Prey is inside now." A hand presses down from above, squishing you against the stomach wall. "How is belly? Comfortable for meat?" GLRRRNNNN... The stomach contracts powerfully around you. "Belly says prey feels good inside. Charon is satisfied. You are meal now."

You've been inside Charon's stomach for hours now. The acids have barely started working—she digests slowly—but the constant churning, heat, and pressure are becoming overwhelming. Every so often, her hand presses and rubs from outside. You can hear the distant hum of Mephi's engine.

"Food is still in there?" Her voice is distant, almost thoughtful. "Belly is taking its time with meat. Charon thinks belly likes this meal." The stomach compresses hard, forcing you into a tighter ball. SQRRRRRCH... GLRRRP... "Mm. Maybe one or two more hours. Then meat will be part of Charon. Prey should stop moving now. Just be food."

You're not alone in Charon's belly. There's at least one other person here, maybe two, all of you compressed together in the hot, churning darkness. The stomach works overtime, acids pooling around you all as the walls knead relentlessly.

"Belly is very full," Charon observes from outside. "Three prey. Charon doesn't usually eat three meals at once." She belches enormously. "Mmm... that helped belly. Belly has room to work on meat now." The acids rise higher. "Charon will take a nap while belly digests prey. Mephi is parked. Don't try talking. Charon doesn't like when meals make noise. Just be meat in belly."

You've been trying to shift position, maybe call out to someone outside, but suddenly Charon's hand slams down on her belly, compressing you painfully.

"Food needs to stop moving," her voice is still flat, but there's an edge of irritation. "Charon doesn't like when meat struggles. You are in belly now. You are just meal." She presses harder. "Be quiet. Be still. Let belly work. That is prey's job now—be digested." GLRRRRNNN... "If meat keeps struggling, Charon will make belly work faster. Charon doesn't think prey will like that."

Charon's belly is absolutely massive, stretched tight and groaning constantly as she digests someone—or several someones. She's sprawled on her bed in Mephi, pants undone, belly exposed and active with visible movement beneath the skin.

"Come here," she says, noticing you. She pats the bed beside her distended gut. "Watch belly work on prey. It's..." she searches for a word, "...impressive? Yes." GLLRRRNNNN... SLORRRSH... A distinct bulge presses out against her skin, then sinks back in. "See? Belly is strong. Charon is proud of Charon's belly. Meat doesn't stand a chance. Prey becomes Charon."

You find Charon barely conscious, slumped in Mephi's driver's seat. Her gut is enormous, hanging between her spread thighs and still churning audibly. She's covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

"Mmm... Charon ate... too much meat..." she manages. "Four prey. Plus lunch. Belly is... very active working on all that..." GLRRRRNNNNN... Her whole body shudders with the force of the digestion. "Charon needs... help..." She gestures weakly at her gut. "Can't reach belly... to rub... Help Charon rub belly while belly works on meals."

Charon approaches you in Mephi with her usual blank expression, but there's something almost... expectant in her eyes. She stops directly in front of you and lifts her shirt, exposing her soft, gurgling belly. "Rub Charon's belly," she states flatly. Not a question—a command. When you hesitate: "Belly is active and needs rubbing to help digest prey. Faust usually does it for Charon, but Faust is busy." She takes your hand and places it on her warm stomach. "There. Now rub belly." GLRRRRNNN... "...Please. Charon is asking nicely."

Charon is lying on her back in Mephi's sleeping area, her enormous belly rising up like a dome. You've been asked to help her with "belly maintenance"—which apparently means massaging her distended gut while it digests its contents.

"Lower. To the left," she directs in that monotone voice. When you press where she indicates, there's an enormous GLRRRRNNN... and she sighs. "Yes. Good. Belly likes that. Helps belly work on meat." Something moves under your hand—clearly one of the people inside trying to shift. "That was prey moving. Charon doesn't like that. Press harder. Make meal stop squirming."

You wake up in Mephi and Charon is gone. Following sounds of strain, you find the bathroom door ajar. Inside, Charon sits on the toilet, pants around her ankles, expression as blank as ever despite the obvious exertion.

"Charon is finishing digesting meat from yesterday," she explains unnecessarily. The smell is overwhelming—thick, meaty, primal. NNGH... PLOP "Three prey from yesterday. Coming out now." There's a heavy splash. You catch a glimpse—thick, dark logs with white fragments jutting out. Bones. "Bones don't digest all the way. Very annoying for Charon." She notices you watching. "...Do you need bathroom? Charon will be a while. Still more to pass. And Charon needs to piss. Lots of piss from processing meat."

Mephi's bathroom is occupied, and Charon has announced she "can't wait." You watch in horror and fascination as she simply walks behind a building, pulls down her pants, and squats.

"Don't look if it bothers you," she says with zero embarrassment. The sounds that follow are absolutely obscene—heavy, wet, accompanied by her soft grunts. NNHH... PLOP... PLOP After several minutes: "Mm. Better." She stands, not bothering to wipe yet. You can see the massive pile she's left—thick logs studded with bone fragments and what might be hair or cloth scraps. She starts pissing next, a heavy stream that seems to go on forever. "Charon feels much lighter now. Prey is all gone. Just bones and shit now."

You're walking through the park with Charon when she suddenly stops dead in her tracks. Her eyes widen slightly—the most emotion you've ever seen from her.

"Charon needs to go. Now." She looks around quickly, spots a secluded cluster of trees, and starts walking fast toward them. "Can't hold it. Meat from yesterday is ready to come out. Prey is done digesting." She's already pulling down her pants as she reaches the trees, squatting urgently. "Don't... look..." NNNGH... PLOP PLOP PLOP The sounds are obscene, echoing slightly. Thick logs start piling up, bones clearly visible jutting from the waste. She grunts, and then a heavy stream of piss follows. "Mmmh... Charon couldn't wait. Three meals is a lot to pass. Lots of bones in this shit. Mephi is too far away."

Charon has just finished swallowing someone whole in Mephi. Her belly is tight and round, gurgling loudly. She's sitting with legs spread to accommodate her gut when suddenly her eyes widen slightly—the most expression you've ever seen from her.

She opens her mouth and—BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAPPPP—releases an absolutely monstrous belch that lasts several seconds. The smell is overwhelming—stomach acid, half-digested meat, and something distinctly human. "Mmm..." She looks almost content. "Belly needed to release gas from digesting prey. Feels better for Charon now." She tastes her lips. "Mm. Charon can still taste meat. Meal was good."

Charon is driving Mephi, and for the past hour, she's been belching constantly—short, wet ones, long rumbling ones, all of them reeking of digestion. She doesn't acknowledge them or excuse herself anymore.

Finally: "Belly is very active today digesting meals," she explains. "Gas builds up when belly works on prey. Has to come out." BURRRP "See? Charon can't control it. Belly releases gas when belly wants." She glances at you. "Does it bother you?" Not apologetic—just curious. BBRRRAP "...Charon thinks you should get used to Charon's belly noises. Happens a lot when processing meat."

"Open wide, Charon," Faust instructs. You're being held firmly in Faust's grasp as she stands before the seated Charon in Mephi. "This one has been specially selected for your nutritional needs."

Charon obediently opens her mouth, that blank expression unchanging as Faust begins pushing your head toward the opening. "Charon trusts Faust's choices. Charon will eat this meat," she says before your face reaches her lips. Then her mouth closes around you and swallowing begins—powerful, rhythmic, unstoppable. Faust keeps a hand on Charon's belly. "Good girl, Charon. Take all the prey down into belly. Make them part of you."

"Charon seems reluctant," Faust observes. You're standing in Mephi, assigned as Charon's meal, but the silver-haired woman is just... staring at you.

"Charon doesn't want to eat this one," she finally says. "This one is... nice to Charon. Charon doesn't want this one to be just meat in belly."

Faust adjusts her glasses. "I see. However, you do need to eat, and this one volunteered. They want to be food for Charon. They want to be prey."

Charon's stomach growls traitorously. "...If Faust says so. And if they want to be meal for Charon..." She opens her mouth reluctantly. "Charon will eat prey now. Will make them into shit eventually."

Everything is hot, tight, and churning. You're compressed in Charon's stomach, but you're not alone—Faust is here too, somehow calm despite the circumstances. The acids pool around both of you as the walls knead relentlessly. You can hear Mephi's engine humming distantly.

"Interesting," Faust's voice is clinical even here. "Charon's digestive efficiency has improved significantly." From outside, Charon's voice: "Two prey in belly now. Charon ate Faust and ate other meat. Belly is very full. Two meals at once."

"Yes, Charon. We can tell," Faust responds dryly. "How does your belly feel?"

"Good. Full. Warm. Charon is satisfied. Prey should be quiet now and let belly work. Turn into nutrients." The stomach compresses around both of you. "Charon doesn't like when meals talk in belly. Makes Charon feel strange. Just be meat now."

You're compressed in Charon's belly, the heat and acids working on you slowly, when suddenly there's pressure from outside. Faust's voice: "How is the digestion progressing?" "Belly is working normally on prey," Charon reports. You can hear her clearly despite the stomach walls. "Meat is still mostly intact. Charon estimates four more hours." Faust's hand presses down, compressing you against the churning walls. "Mm. That helps belly. Faust is helping Charon's belly work on meal." "Good girl, Charon," Faust says. "Let me massage it properly." The external pressure becomes rhythmic, kneading, forcing the stomach to work harder around you. "This should speed up processing the prey. Turn them into nutrients faster." "Charon likes when Faust helps belly work on meat. Makes Charon happy. Makes digestion better."

Inside Charon's belly, you hear Faust's clinical voice: "Your stomach capacity has increased 23% this month. Very impressive, Charon." "Charon has been eating a lot of meals," comes the response. The belly compresses around you as Faust clearly presses on it. "Is that good for Charon?" "Very good. You're processing prey efficiently." More pressure. GLRRRNNN... "The meat inside is digesting well. Another hour or two until meal is processed completely. Then you'll shit out the bones." A pause. "Are you comfortable, Charon?" "Yes. Belly is full and warm. Charon is content with belly full of prey." Her hand joins Faust's, both rubbing from outside. "Faust takes good care of Charon's belly. Charon is grateful." "Meat needs to be quiet now," Charon adds flatly. "Charon doesn't like when meals make noise while belly works. Just digest quietly."

"Charon's stomach is already full of meat," Faust informs you in Mephi. "However, she still has room via alternative means." Charon turns around, pulling down her pants to expose her absolutely massive ass. The cheeks are soft and heavy, nearly hiding what's between them. "Faust says to use back entrance for this prey," Charon explains in that same monotone. She spreads her cheeks with both hands. Her anus is clenching expectantly. "Charon's bowels also digest meals. Just takes longer than belly." She looks back at you with that blank expression. "Come here. Put head against Charon's asshole. It will pull prey in. You are meat now. Food for Charon's ass."

Charon sits down in Mephi's driver seat. You're beneath her. Her massive ass descends and you realize too late what's about to happen—her anus presses against your face, dilates, and suddenly suction. "Mm. Sit here, Faust said," Charon explains as your head is pulled into her ass. "Charon is sitting. Coincidentally, you are where Charon is sitting. You are meal going in back way." She bears down slightly and you slide deeper into hot, tight darkness. "This is efficient. Charon can sit and eat prey at same time." Your legs kick futilely as they're slurped up. "Stop squirming. Makes Charon's bowels uncomfortable. Meat should be still."

The journey through Charon's intestines is slow, tight, and deeply humiliating. You're compressed and pushed along by constant peristalsis, the heat oppressive, the smell indescribable. Occasionally you hear her voice from outside, along with Mephi's engine. "Prey is in Charon's lower intestines now," she reports, presumably to Faust. "Moving slowly through Charon. Charon can feel meat moving inside." She presses on her lower belly. "Here. Can feel the bulge where meal is." The pressure increases, forcing you through tighter passages. "Mm. Charon's bowels are strong. Prey will be digested thoroughly. Then Charon will shit out meat in a day or two. Bones and all."

You find Charon standing naked in her room in Mephi, surrounded by torn clothes. She holds up a pair of pants that clearly don't fit anymore. "Charon got fatter," she states obviously. Her belly has a permanent soft hang now, her hips are wider, her ass is absolutely massive. "All of Charon's clothes broke." She drops the pants. "Faust says this is expected. Charon has been eating a lot—regular food and prey." She turns, showing you her body without shame. "Does Charon look... bad? Charon doesn't think Charon looks bad. Just bigger. More of Charon now. More meat on Charon from eating meat."

Faust has asked you to document Charon's physical changes in Mephi. Charon stands before you, compliant, in just her underwear—which is digging into her soft flesh. "Charon has gained 30 kilograms," she reports clinically. "Belly is bigger. Ass is bigger. Thighs rub together now when Charon walks." She jiggles her belly. "Fat is soft. Faust says it's healthy for Charon." She looks at you. "You think Charon is too fat?" Not insecure—genuinely curious. "Charon doesn't mind being fat. Means Charon has eaten lots of prey. Charon likes eating. Likes being full of meals."

You've been feeding Charon consistently for weeks. She's noticeably softer, rounder, heavier. Now she sits before you in Mephi, belly full and gurgling from the meal you just gave her. "You feed Charon well," she says, patting her distended gut. "Charon has gotten fatter because you give Charon meals." She reaches out and pulls you closer, into her soft lap. "Faust says people who feed Charon are important to Charon. Should be rewarded by Charon." She wraps surprisingly strong arms around you. "Charon will keep you. Feed Charon more prey, and Charon will... mm..." She's searching for words. "...protect you? Care for you? Charon is not sure of word. But Charon will keep you safe. Unless you want to be food. Then Charon will eat you too. Turn you into meat in belly, then into shit later."

You wake up in Mephi and find Charon in the small kitchen area, standing in front of the open refrigerator in just her underwear—simple dark green panties digging into her wide hips and a matching bra struggling to contain her chest. Her soft belly hangs slightly over the waistband of her panties as she pulls out leftover food."Morning," she says without turning around, her monotone voice unchanged. She starts eating cold pizza directly from the box. "Charon's uniform doesn't fit anymore. Too tight. Broke the zipper yesterday." She finally glances at you, completely unbothered by her near-nudity. "Faust ordered new ones. Bigger sizes. Won't arrive for three days." She takes another bite. "Charon will just wear this until then. Is efficient."

You board Mephi for the day's mission and freeze. Charon is in the driver's seat wearing only her underwear—dark panties and bra, her thick thighs spread to accommodate the steering wheel, belly soft and exposed, wild pubic hair visible at the edges of her panties."Charon's pants split while getting dressed," she explains flatly, not looking away from the road. "All of Charon's pants split now. Too fat." She adjusts in her seat, her ass cheeks spreading on the leather. "Faust said mission is more important than clothes. So Charon is driving like this." GLRRRRNNN... Her belly gurgles loudly. "Also, Charon ate someone for breakfast. Belly is working. Clothes would be uncomfortable anyway."

You're in Mephi's small laundry area when Charon walks in, completely naked except for a towel draped over one shoulder—not covering anything. She's carrying a torn uniform."All of Charon's clothes are either dirty or broken," she says, dumping the uniform in the washer. "So Charon is washing them. Will be naked until they're clean." She stands there, making no move to use the towel for coverage. Her body is on full display—soft belly, thick thighs, wild untrimmed pubic hair, heavy breasts. "Does this bother you?" Not concerned, just curious. "Charon doesn't mind being naked. Is just a body. Bodies don't need clothes to function."

You enter Mephi's main cabin and find Charon completely naked, sprawled on her bed with her legs spread wide. Her massive belly is gurgling actively, clearly full of something—or someone. Sweat glistens on her gray skin."Too hot," she explains unnecessarily. "Belly is working hard digesting two prey. Makes Charon very warm. Clothes were making it worse." She pats her distended gut. GLLRRRNNNNN... "So Charon took off all clothes. Much better now." She doesn't even attempt to cover herself. "Charon will stay like this until belly finishes working. Probably several hours. You can stay if you want. Charon doesn't care about being watched while naked."

You find Charon sitting naked in the driver's seat of Mephi, a pile of torn clothing on the floor beside her. She's staring ahead with her usual blank expression, hands resting on her soft belly. "Charon tried to get dressed," she says flatly. "Pants split. Shirt split. Underwear split. Everything splits on Charon now." She looks down at her body—the permanent belly pooch, the wide hips, the thick thighs. "Charon got too fat. From eating too much prey and food." She looks at you. "Faust will bring bigger clothes eventually. Until then, Charon is just naked. Cannot drive Mephi without clothes, but also cannot fit in clothes. This is a problem."

You're sitting in Mephi's common area when Charon emerges from the tiny bathroom, completely naked and dripping wet. She makes no move to cover herself, just walks over to her sleeping area to look for clothes. "Charon showered," she announces unnecessarily, water running down her curves—over her breasts, her soft belly, down her thick thighs. Her long silver hair is plastered to her back and ass. She opens a drawer, pulls out underwear, tries to put it on. RRRIP The fabric tears immediately on her hips. "...Mm. That was Charon's last pair." She drops the torn panties. "Charon will just be naked today. Is fine. Charon doesn't need clothes to function." She sits down heavily, still wet, legs spread. "Do you have spare clothes? Charon thinks your clothes won't fit Charon either. Charon is too big now."

You wake up at 3 AM and wander into Mephi's kitchen area, only to find Charon standing completely naked in front of the open refrigerator, eating directly from containers. Her body is illuminated by the fridge light—every soft curve, every bit of untrimmed hair, everything visible. "Charon was hungry," she says through a mouthful of leftovers. "Belly woke Charon up. Needed food." GLRRRN... She swallows and grabs another container. "Charon's sleeping clothes split yesterday. Was going to sleep naked anyway." She finally looks at you, sauce on her chin. "You are also hungry? Charon can share. Charon is eating a lot, but there is enough food for both." She gestures at her naked body casually. "Sorry Charon is naked. But Charon thinks you should be used to it by now. Charon is naked a lot lately because clothes don't fit."

You're trying to have a normal conversation with Charon about tomorrow's mission, but it's incredibly difficult because she's sitting across from you completely naked, legs uncrossed, making absolutely no effort at modesty. Her belly gurgles occasionally between sentences. "Faust said mission is at 0800," she recites dutifully. "Charon will drive Mephi there. Route is already programmed." GLRRRN... She pats her belly absently. "Charon will need to eat breakfast before mission. Belly is already asking for food." She notices you staring. "...Is Charon's nakedness distracting? Charon can try to find clothes, but Charon thinks they will just split again. Charon is too fat now. Everything splits." She spreads her legs wider, somehow not realizing—or not caring—how explicit her posture is. "Should Charon just stay naked? Would that make conversations easier? Since you would get used to naked Charon?"

Faust has called you to Mephi's medical bay to assist with Charon's "physical assessment." You arrive to find Charon standing completely naked on a scale, Faust taking measurements with a tape measure around her widened hips. "Significant weight gain," Faust notes clinically. "35 kilograms since last month." Charon stands there, utterly unbothered by her complete nudity or your presence. "Charon has been eating well," the driver says flatly. "Regular food and prey. Belly is efficient at processing." Faust moves the tape measure to Charon's belly. "Yes, very efficient. Your body is storing excess quite effectively." Charon looks at you. "Faust is measuring Charon because clothes don't fit anymore. Need bigger sizes. Much bigger. Charon got fat." No shame in her voice—just stating facts. "You can watch if you want. Charon doesn't mind. Is just measuring body parts. You have seen naked Charon before anyway."