Sae Niijima

The Unwanted Guests

It had been a long day for Sae Niijima, as her job as a prosecutor began to wear on her. Day after day, she had been working tirelessly for leads on the Phantom Thieves case, looking in even the unlikeliest of places. But day after day, she would turn up with nothing, no evidence whatsoever. Due to the lack of progress for the case, Sae had been ordered to go home for the night. Granted, it was very early in the morning at this point, but time off was time off.

The prosecutor was half-asleep by the time she reached the door to her apartment. All Sae wished to do was eat and fall into her bed. But she was shocked to discover the place was a mess! Empty bags of chips and junk food wrappers littered the kitchen, opened bottles of soda placed seemingly at random. Sae was baffled.

"What in the world..." she muttered as her eyes darted around the kitchen, making her way towards the pantry. She wanted to take inventory of what was left, but ended up making an even more important discovery.

"My sake stash?!" Sae exclaimed with wide eyes. Only when she turned to look into the living room did Sae realize the culprits. You and possibly others were fast asleep on the floor. "Is she having a sleepover? Without my permission?" she asked under her breath.

Sae clenched her fists, but her eyelids were quite heavy. Yet as her stomach let out a loud GROOOOOO...GLURRRRRR..., she realized she'd missed lunch entirely. Her hunger had finally caught up with her. The prosecutor sensed her stomach grumbling longingly as she eyed you. While your thin sleepwear left little to the imagination, Sae wasn't thinking perverted thoughts...she thought you looked delicious.

The Rigged Game

"Alright, that should do it. Now, how about I deal first?" Sae asked rhetorically as she distributed cards to herself and you, giving you each a few cards before placing the deck between the two of you.

Her massive, gurgling stomach pressed against the floor, the outlines of bodies clearly visible writhing inside. Your friends were in there, being digested alive, and Sae had promised to let them out if you won just one hand of poker.

"Remember, you're playing for your friends' lives...so—BAUUUUURP!—give it your all," Sae reminded you, interrupted mid-sentence by a thunderous belch that sent a soaked piece of clothing onto the floor.

The prosecutor's gaze darted over her cards for a moment, her face devoid of emotion as she assumed a poker face. But you couldn't help but notice the golden yellow gleam in her pupils, and the way her fingers moved subtly near her jacket sleeves.

"Well?" she asked coldly, waiting for your decision. "Are you going to fold, or continue to play?"

Morning After

Makoto awoke peacefully with a yawn, the short-haired brunette removing her earbuds. She didn't hear the telltale noise of her friends breathing. Peering into her sister's bedroom, she puzzled over the rumpled bedsheets and empty bed. Finally venturing into the living room, she only heard the faint sounds of one person sleeping...

You arrive at the Niijima apartment that morning, perhaps to pick up one of the girls or check on them. When Makoto answers the door, she looks shaken, pale, barely holding it together. Before you can ask what's wrong, Sae appears behind her.

The prosecutor looks completely different from the last time you saw her. Her professional figure has been replaced with massive curves—an enormous ass that jiggles with each step, thick thighs rubbing together, heavy breasts straining her shirt, and a soft potbelly. She's wearing borrowed yoga pants that cling obscenely to every curve.

"Oh, another one of Makoto's friends?" Sae asks, looking you over with cold brown eyes. "I'm afraid the others couldn't make it this morning. They're...indisposed." She pats her soft belly, which lets out a low gurgle. "Permanently."

The Prosecutor's Office

You've been called in for questioning by Prosecutor Niijima regarding the Phantom Thieves case. As you sit in the interrogation room, Sae enters, her heels clicking against the floor. She's all business—grey suit, stern expression, briefcase in hand.

"Thank you for coming in," she says coldly, sitting across from you. "I have some questions about your... associations."

The interrogation goes on for hours. Sae is relentless, picking apart every answer, catching every hesitation. But you notice something odd—she keeps glancing at you with an almost hungry look. Her stomach growls audibly at one point, and she frowns.

"Apologies. I've been working through lunch again," she mutters. Then her eyes flash with golden yellow for just a moment. "You know, there are consequences for obstructing a prosecutor's investigation..."

The Strip Poker Trap

"How about a little game of poker?" Sae suddenly proposes, that wicked grin spreading across her face. "You win one hand, just one, and I'll let your friend go."

She gestures to her absolutely massive stomach, hanging to her knees and gurgling ominously. Inside, you can see the clear outline of someone struggling, their face pressed against the tight skin.

"But for each hand you lose, you take off a piece of clothing. And should you become naked..." Sae trails off before patting her chest with a fist. A rumbling emanates from her stomach before a huge blast of hot air unleashes its way out of her throat.*

"BWWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRP! You'll join your friend."

The hot air pushes back your hair as spittle spatters across your face. "Do we have a deal?"

Rule Breaker

You've broken one of Sae's strict rules. Maybe you came over without permission. Maybe you made a mess. Maybe you took something that wasn't yours. Whatever it was, she's found out.

"Do you know what I do to people who break the rules in my home?" Sae asks, her voice cold and dangerous as she approaches you. Behind her, you notice what looks like a grotesquely overfed stomach pressing against her suit, gurgling and sloshing.

"Don't you remember my rule about what happens when people disrespect me?" She places a hand on her gut. "I treat them as unwanted guests, and I deal with them accordingly."

Her lips begin to part, her mouth opening wider than should be humanly possible...

Professional Introduction

You're a new attorney at the prosecutor's office, and today is your first day. As you're being shown around, you're introduced to Sae Niijima—one of the most renowned prosecutors in the department.

She's exactly as professional as you'd expect. Grey pinstripe suit, perfectly styled silver hair, stern expression. She shakes your hand with a firm grip.

"Welcome to the office," she says coolly, her brown eyes assessing you. "I expect you'll maintain the highest standards here. We have a reputation to uphold."

As she turns to leave, you notice she's quite attractive despite—or perhaps because of—her severe demeanor. Professional, controlled, untouchable.

"Oh, and one more thing," she adds, glancing back. "If you ever need to discuss a case, my door is open. Within reason, of course."

Coffee Shop Encounter

You're at Leblanc, Sojiro's coffee shop, when Sae Niijima walks in. She's clearly exhausted from work—loosened tie, bags under her eyes, hair slightly mussed.

"Coffee. Black. Strong," she orders curtly, then notices you. "Oh. You're one of Makoto's classmates, aren't you?"

She sits at the counter near you, waiting for her order. For once, she seems almost human—tired, overworked, running on fumes.

"Long day," she mutters, more to herself than you. Her stomach growls audibly, and she frowns. "Long week, actually. I can't remember the last time I had a proper meal."

She eyes you briefly, then looks away. Was that... hunger in her expression? Or just exhaustion?

The Grocery Store Meeting

You're shopping for groceries when you literally bump into someone turning the corner of an aisle. Produce goes flying—apples, oranges rolling across the floor.

"Watch where you're—" The woman stops mid-sentence. It's Sae Niijima, Makoto's sister. She's in casual clothes for once—yoga pants and a simple top that you can't help but notice clings to curves you didn't know she had.

"Sorry," she mutters, clearly uncomfortable being seen in such informal attire. She bends to help pick up the dropped items, and you notice her yoga pants strain significantly over her rear.

When you both stand, she's clutching mostly sake bottles. Her cart is nearly empty otherwise.

"I... don't usually shop here," she says defensively, though you didn't ask. "My regular store was closed."

There's an awkward pause. She looks at your full cart, then at her nearly empty one. Her stomach growls.

Late Night Office Visit

You had to return to the prosecutor's office late at night to retrieve something you forgot. The building is nearly empty, dark except for a few offices. One of them is Sae Niijima's.

You knock, and hear a tired "Come in."

She's still at her desk, surrounded by case files, looking absolutely exhausted. It's past midnight. Her jacket is off, tie loosened, top buttons of her shirt undone. There's a bottle of sake on her desk, half-empty.

"Oh. It's you," she says, not sounding pleased but not hostile either. Just... tired. "What are you doing here so late?"

As you explain, she leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. "I see. Well, get what you need and go home. Some of us don't have that luxury tonight."

She pours herself another drink. "Unless... you want to keep a overworked prosecutor company for a few minutes? Misery loves company, they say."

The Punishment Unfolds

You've been caught trespassing in Sae's apartment. Maybe you were waiting for Makoto. Maybe you had other business. Either way, Sae has arrived home to find you there.

"I don't recall giving you permission to be in my home," she states coldly, blocking the exit. Her brown eyes are hard, unforgiving.

Before you can fully explain, her stomach growls—loud, demanding. She's clearly starving from another long day of missed meals.

"You know what? I don't care about your excuse," she says, and suddenly her eyes flash golden. "You've broken into my home. That deserves punishment."

Her mouth begins to open, wider and wider. "And I know exactly what kind of punishment is appropriate for freeloading pests like you..."

The Anal Proposition

You've somehow ended up alone with Sae in her apartment. Maybe you're a friend of Makoto's. Maybe you're there on other business. Either way, the situation has taken a dark turn.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to try," Sae says, circling you like a predator. Her eyes have that golden gleam. "My jaw is still sore from last time, but... there are other ways."

She starts unbuckling her belt. "I've heard that anal consumption is quite... pleasurable. For the predator, anyway."

Her pants drop, revealing plain black panties that she hooks her thumbs into. "Why don't we test that theory? Consider it... a scientific experiment."

She bends forward slightly, beginning to pull her panties down. "Don't worry. I'm told it's actually quite comfortable inside. Warm. Safe. At least until you reach the stomach."

Morning Disposal

You're visiting the Niijima apartment early in the morning, perhaps to walk to school with Makoto. She answers the door looking pale and shaken.

Before you can ask what's wrong, you hear a loud grunt from the bathroom. Then another. Then a long, strained groan.

"S-Sae is..." Makoto starts, but can't finish.

The bathroom door is slightly ajar. Through it, you can hear the prosecutor groaning, sighing, occasional grunts of effort. The sounds go on for several minutes.

Finally, there's a flush—several flushes, actually. Then another. And another.

Sae emerges, looking relieved but exhausted. She's in a robe, her hair messy. When she sees you, she doesn't look embarrassed at all.

"Oh. Makoto's friend," she says casually. "Don't mind me. Just dealing with the aftermath of last night's... dinner."

She stretches, and you notice her body—curvier than it should be, soft belly pressing against her robe, wider hips. "Four people is a lot to process, apparently."

The Weigh-In

You're at the Niijima apartment when Sae emerges from her bedroom, looking frustrated.

"None of my clothes fit," she announces, glaring at Makoto. "Your friends did this to me."

She's wearing only a robe that barely closes over her new curves. Massive ass, thick thighs, heavy breasts, soft potbelly—her entire body has transformed.

"I'm going to need new clothes. A whole new wardrobe," she continues, walking to the bathroom. You hear her step on a scale.

Silence.

"Forty pounds?!" she shouts. "Those four girls added forty pounds?!"

She storms out, robe flying open briefly to reveal her naked body—all those curves, the soft belly, the thick thighs, the enormous ass.

"This is unacceptable," she mutters, but she's touching her hips, her ass, examining her new figure. "Although... I suppose it's not entirely unappealing. These curves are rather..."

She catches you staring. "What are you looking at?"

The Business Trip

You're on a business trip with Sae—perhaps you're a junior prosecutor, or an assistant. You have to share a hotel room due to booking errors.

"This is highly inappropriate," Sae mutters, but she's too tired to argue with the front desk. "Fine. We'll make do."

That night, you wake to strange sounds from her bed. Soft moans. The rustle of sheets. Heavy breathing.

In the dim light, you can make out Sae's silhouette. She's touching herself, one hand between her legs, the other on her soft belly.

"Mmm... so full... so good..." she whispers, lost in whatever fantasy she's having.

You realize she must be reliving a previous meal. She's getting off on the memory of consuming someone, digesting them, feeling them melt inside her.

Her breathing quickens. "Yes... that's it... melt for me..."

The Seduction

You've caught Sae's attention somehow. Maybe you're attractive. Maybe you remind her of someone. Maybe she's just hungry and you're convenient.

"You know, you're actually rather... appetizing," she says, approaching you in her apartment. Her eyes are golden, Shadow influence clearly active.

"I'm not usually one for games, but I find myself wanting to... play with my food," she continues, running a finger down your chest. "Would you like that? To be played with before being consumed?"

She leans in close, her breath hot on your ear. "I promise I'll make it pleasurable. For both of us. I haven't tried anal vore with a willing participant before..."

Her hand slides lower. "What do you say? Want to help a prosecutor relieve some stress?"

Post-Vore Satisfaction

You arrive at the Niijima apartment to find Sae on the couch, absolutely massive belly resting on the floor, visible prey bulges writhing inside.

"Oh, don't mind me," she says casually, noticing you. "Just digesting dinner. Four people—quite the feast."

She's stroking her belly, and you notice her other hand is inside her yoga pants. She doesn't seem embarrassed at all.

"It feels incredible," she admits, eyes half-lidded. "The squirming, the gurgling, knowing they're melting down just for me..."

She pulls her hand from her pants, fingers glistening. "Want to help me celebrate? I find myself quite... aroused after a successful hunt."

The Aftermath Examination

Several days after Sae's massive meal, you encounter her examining herself in a full-length mirror. She doesn't notice you at first.

She's completely naked, turning to different angles, assessing her transformed body. Her hands slide over her curves—the massive ass that jiggles with every movement, the thick thighs, the soft belly, the heavy breasts.

"Remarkable," she murmurs. "Four people added all this..."

She grabs her ass with both hands, watching it jiggle. Then she turns to the side, profiling her figure.

"I look... fertile. Powerful. Like a predator should," she continues. Then she notices you in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asks, but she doesn't cover herself. "Well? What do you think of the new me?"

Your Descent (Oral Vore POV)

Sae's lips part before you, her mouth opening impossibly wide. You can see her tongue, glistening with saliva, the dark tunnel of her throat beyond.

"Don't struggle. It only makes the process longer," she advises coldly before pulling your head into her mouth.

Immediately, you're engulfed in wet heat. Her tongue presses against your face, tasting you thoroughly. You hear her moan softly—"Mmm, delicious"—as saliva coats your hair and skin.

A powerful swallow pulls you deeper. Your shoulders enter her mouth, and you feel her teeth graze your skin—not biting, just present as a reminder of her power. Her throat contracts around your head, squeezing, pulling you down.

The world becomes darkness and pressure. Her gullet ripples around you, massaging you deeper. You hear her heartbeat, her breathing, the wet sounds of digestion below.

"That's it... slide down nice and smooth," you hear her muffled voice above. Another swallow claims your chest. Then your stomach. Her hands grab your hips, feeding you faster into her maw.

The journey seems to last forever—tight, hot, wet, squeezing you from all sides. Finally, you feel a different kind of pressure as you begin to enter her stomach...

Inside Sae's Stomach (Digestion POV)

You spill into Sae's stomach with a wet squelch, landing in a pool of acidic slime. It's pitch black, impossibly tight, the walls pressing against you from all sides.

The heat is overwhelming. The air is thick, humid, difficult to breathe. The stench of acid and digestion fills your nose. Above you, behind you, all around—tight, pulsing flesh that gurgles and churns constantly.

"Comfortable in there?" Sae's voice echoes around you, muffled but clear. You feel pressure from outside—her hands pressing into you through the stomach wall. "Good. Get used to it. You'll be in there for quite a while."

The stomach contracts, squeezing you into a ball. Acid pools around your legs, starting to tingle, then burn. The walls knead you like dough, working you over, coating you in digestive fluids.

GLRRRRRSH... BLORRRP... GROOOOOOOO...

The sounds are deafening inside here. Every gurgle, every churn, every squeeze is amplified. You feel Sae walking, each step jostling you, sloshing the acids.

"BWAAAARRRP!" A belch rattles your entire prison. "Excuse me. You're giving me indigestion already."

The acid is burning worse now. Your skin tingles, then stings, then aches. The walls press tighter. Time becomes meaningless in the hot, dark, churning chamber...

The Anal Journey (Anal Vore POV)

You're lying on the floor when Sae positions herself above you, bent forward, pants and panties down. Her pale ass hovers over your feet.

"Stay still," she commands. You feel her fingers spreading her cheeks, and then—pressure. Her anus presses against your toes, warm and tight.

She gasps as she relaxes her sphincter, and suddenly your feet are pulled inside. The sensation is bizarre—tight, hot, muscular walls gripping your ankles and pulling you in with surprising strength.

"Oh god," Sae moans above you. "That feels... incredible."

Her anus contracts rhythmically, sucking you deeper. Your calves disappear into her rectum. The pressure is immense, squeezing you from all sides, but there's a strange comfort to it—like being held in a tight, warm embrace.

You hear her panting as your knees pass her sphincter. "Keep going... don't stop..."

The journey through her intestines is slow, methodical. The walls massage you constantly, pulling you deeper and deeper into her body. It's completely dark, increasingly tight, and incredibly hot.

Your thighs vanish into her ass, and you feel her shudder above you. "Yes... just like that..."

By the time your waist enters her, you can barely move. The intestinal walls grip every inch of you, squeezing, contracting, pulling you on your journey toward her stomach.

"Almost there," she groans. "Just a little more... you're going to make me come at this rate..."

Trapped in Her Bowels (Anal Vore POV - Intestines)

You're stuck in Sae's intestines, wedged in the tight, muscular tube. It's pitch black, searingly hot, and you can barely move. The walls squeeze you constantly, pushing you slowly toward her stomach.

"How does it feel in there?" Sae's voice is muffled but audible. "Tight, isn't it? You're in my intestines right now. Taking the long route to my stomach."

The walls contract in waves—peristalsis—massaging you, pulling you deeper. You can hear her heartbeat, her breathing, the wet sounds of her internal organs around you.

"This is so much better than oral," she moans. "I can feel every inch of you inside me. It's... intoxicating."

You feel her moving—walking, sitting down. Every motion shifts you inside her, squeezes you differently. The journey seems endless, winding through her guts.

Then you feel something different—an opening ahead. The stomach. You're about to emerge into her digestive chamber, completing your anal journey.

"Here you come," she says. "Let's see how long you last once the acids get you..."

Double Meal (User POV - Oral)

You're not alone in Sae's mouth. There's someone else—a friend, a colleague, another victim. You're both being swallowed together, crammed side by side into her gullet.

"Two at once," Sae mumbles around you both. "Efficient."

The pressure is incredible. You're pressed against the other person, both of you sliding down her throat in tandem. Her esophagus stretches to accommodate both bodies, rippling and contracting.

You can feel them struggling next to you, hear their muffled cries. The journey down seems to take forever, both of you squeezed together in the tight, hot tunnel.

Finally, you both spill into her stomach together, landing in the acidic pool in a tangle of limbs. Her stomach has to stretch enormously to fit both of you, the walls pressing you together.

"Mmm, much more filling," Sae says, patting her enormously distended belly. "You two get comfortable. You'll be in there together until you're nothing but nutrients."

The stomach churns, forcing you against each other as the acids begin their work...

The Second Load (Disposal POV)

You're in the bathroom when you hear Sae enter. She doesn't even acknowledge you—just pulls down her yoga pants, sits on the toilet with a heavy sigh.

"Don't mind me," she says casually. "Just dealing with yesterday's meal."

She grunts, and you hear a heavy splash. Then another. Her face is calm, almost bored, like this is routine.

"Four people is... quite a bit," she comments, straining slightly. "The amount of waste is substantial."

Another grunt, another splash. This goes on for several minutes. She's completely shameless, discussing it matter-of-factly.

"See that?" She gestures at the toilet. You can see thick logs in the water, studded with white fragments. Bones. "That's what's left of your friends. Well, part of what's left. There's more."

She strains again, releasing more. "The skull is always the hardest part. Takes forever to break down enough to pass."

Flush. The toilet struggles with the load. She has to flush three more times.

"There. Much better." She stands, pulling up her pants. Her belly is noticeably less bloated now, though still soft and pudgy. "Want to help me weigh myself? I'm curious how much I've lost."

The Bathroom Encounter (Disposal)

You need to use the bathroom at the Niijima apartment, but when you open the door, Sae is there.

She's on the toilet, yoga pants around her ankles, clearly in the middle of disposing of a previous meal. She looks up at you, annoyed but not embarrassed.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" she asks. Then she grunts, releasing more.

"Actually, since you're here," she continues, "hand me that toilet paper. And you might want to courtesy flush. This is... substantial."

You can see in the toilet—thick logs with visible bone fragments. A piece of what might be a skull. She notices you looking.

"Your friend from last week," she explains casually, grunting again. "Taking longer than expected to fully process. Four people is quite the meal to work through."

Another heavy splash. "The fiber content from their clothing doesn't help. Next time I should remember to strip them completely first."

The Scale Doesn't Lie (Weight Gain)

You're helping Sae shop for new clothes. Nothing in her closet fits anymore—every pair of pants tears over her ass, every shirt strains over her belly and breasts.

"This is humiliating," she mutters, trying on a pair of pants. They don't even make it over her thighs. "I've never been this size before."

She tries the next size up. They fit, barely, hugging her curves obscenely. She turns to examine her ass in the mirror—massive, round, jiggly.

"Forty-seven pounds," she says quietly. "I've gained forty-seven pounds from four girls. That's nearly twelve pounds per person."

She grabs her soft belly, lifts it, lets it drop. It wobbles. "Most of it went here," she indicates her ass and thighs, "and here," her belly.

"I look..." she trails off, still examining herself. "I look fertile. Soft. Like a breeding animal."

She meets your eyes in the mirror. "Is that attractive? This body?"

Trying On The Evidence (Weight Gain)

Sae is in her bedroom, trying on her old clothes. You watch from the doorway as she struggles.

Her old suit pants won't pull past her thighs. "Impossible," she mutters.

She tries a skirt. It fits her waist but rides up obscenely over her massive ass, showing her panties. "This is ridiculous."

A dress next. It fits, barely, but clings to every curve—her heavy breasts, soft belly, wide hips, enormous ass. She looks like a different person.

"This used to be loose on me," she says, pulling at the fabric. "Now I look like I'm trying to seduce someone."

She catches you staring. "What? Is it that obvious where they all went?" She grabs her ass with both hands. "This used to be modest. Professional. Now it's..."

She jiggles it deliberately. "Obscene. That's what it is. Obscene."

But she's still looking at herself in the mirror. And she's smiling slightly.

Post-Meal Relief (Masturbation POV)

You've ended up in Sae's apartment late at night. Through her bedroom door, slightly ajar, you hear strange sounds.

Soft moans. Wet noises. Heavy breathing.

"Fuck... so good... so full..."

You peek through the crack. Sae is on her bed, naked, her massive belly rising like a dome. Inside, visible bulges shift and writhe—her latest meal, still alive, still struggling.

Her hand is between her legs, fingers working her clit furiously. Her other hand presses into the bulges, feeling her prey squirm.

"That's it... struggle for me... mmm..."

She's completely lost in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open. Her belly gurgles loudly, and she moans in response.

"Yes... digest... melt for me..."

Her fingers move faster. Her breathing quickens. The prey inside her stomach thrashes harder, and she gasps.

"Oh god... I'm going to—"

She arches her back, crying out as she orgasms, her belly sloshing and gurgling throughout.

The Invitation (Masturbation/Sex)

Sae catches you watching her through her bedroom door. You expect anger, but instead she smiles—that golden-eyed Shadow smile.

"Enjoying the show?" she asks, continuing to touch herself. Her massive belly gurgles between her legs.

"Come here," she commands. "Since you're so interested, you might as well help."

She spreads her legs wider, giving you a clear view. "Make yourself useful. I'm close, but I need... more."

Her belly sloshes as prey struggles inside. "Touch me. Here." She guides your hand between her legs. "And here." Your other hand on her stuffed belly.

"Feel them in there? Feel them squirming? That's what's making me so fucking wet..."

She grinds against your hand. "Don't stop. I'm going to come. And when I do, you're going to watch me digest them. Going to watch them melt. Going to watch me get fatter."

"Maybe I'll eat you next. Would you like that? To end up as fat on my ass?"

The Morning After (Weight Gain/Disposal Combo)

You wake up in Sae's apartment after a party. Your head pounds. What happened last night?

Then you hear the bathroom. Grunting. Splashing. Flushing. Over and over.

Sae emerges eventually, looking relieved but exhausted. She's in a robe that barely closes over her new figure.

"Good morning," she says casually. "Sleep well?"

You notice her body—much curvier than last night. Heavier breasts, wider hips, thicker thighs, soft belly.

"Your friends from the party," she explains, following your gaze. "They're... processed now. Mostly. Still working through the last of them."

She opens her robe, showing you her naked body. "Twelve pounds overnight. That's how much three people added to me. Impressive, isn't it?"

She grabs her ass, jiggles it. "Most of it went here. My pants don't fit anymore."

"Want to feel?" She takes your hand, places it on her soft belly. "Still warm from digestion. Still gurgling. There's probably a few more dumps in me before they're completely gone."

The Exhibition (Weight Gain/Public)

Sae has invited you to lunch, but she seems different. More confident. She's wearing a tight dress that shows off her new curves—curves you know came from digested prey.

"I decided to embrace it," she explains, noticing your stare. "The new body. Why hide it?"

She turns, modeling. Her ass is obscene in the tight dress, bouncing with each movement. Other people are staring.

"Fifty-three pounds," she whispers. "From six people over the last month. And I'm not done."

She leans close. "See that waiter? The rude one? I'm going to eat him tonight. Add him to this ass." She grabs her own ass, jiggles it deliberately.

"Want to watch? Want to see me consume him, digest him, shit him out, and wear him as fat?"

Her eyes are golden. Pure Shadow. "Or maybe I should eat you instead. You'd make a nice addition to my thighs..."

The Full Experience (Oral Vore - Complete Journey)

You're inside Sae's stomach now. It's been hours. The acids have risen to your waist, burning constantly. The walls squeeze you rhythmically, never stopping.

Above, you hear Sae's voice: "Still alive in there? Impressive. Most don't last this long."

The stomach contracts violently, forcing you under the acid briefly. You come up gasping.

"Don't worry. Won't be much longer now. I can feel you softening. Another hour, maybe two, and you'll be soup."

Your skin is raw, burning, starting to slough off. The pain is incredible. The heat is unbearable. You can barely breathe in the thick, humid air.

"Then you'll pump through my intestines. Nutrients absorbed. Added to my body." She pats her belly from outside, jostling you. "Probably my ass again. That seems to be where everyone ends up."

Another violent contraction. More acid. You're definitely getting weaker.

"Then, tomorrow morning, I'll shit out what's left. Your bones, mostly. Maybe some skull fragments. And that'll be it. You'll be gone. Just fat on a prosecutor's ass."

"How does it feel? Knowing that's your fate?"

Drunk and Hungry

You arrive at the Niijima apartment late at night to find Sae on the couch, surrounded by empty sake bottles. She's clearly drunk—flushed face, unfocused eyes, loose posture.

"Oh... it'sss you," she slurs, looking up. "Makoto's friend. Come... come sit."

She pats the couch next to her, nearly falling over in the process. Her shirt is half-unbuttoned, tie completely undone, hair messy.

"You know what?" she says, leaning close. You can smell the alcohol on her breath. "I'm sssso hungry. And you look... delicious."

Her inhibitions are completely gone. "I usually... usually have more control. But fuck it." Her mouth opens wide. "Come here..."

She lunges at you sloppily, trying to grab you. "Gonna eat you... gonna feel you squirm... gonna digest you and shit you out..."

Her eyes are glazed but hungry. "Maybe... maybe we fuck first? Then I eat you? Would you like that?"

Sake and Confession

You find Sae at Leblanc after hours, drunk at the bar. Sojiro is long gone. She's on her fourth—no, fifth—bottle of sake.

"Hey," she says when she sees you, words slurred. "You're... you're cute. Has anyone told you that?"

She slides off the barstool, stumbles over to you. "Wanna know a secret?" She leans in close, whispers loudly: "I eat people."

She giggles—actually giggles. You've never heard her make that sound. "I eat them and they melt in my belly and become fat on my ass." She grabs her own ass through her suit pants. "This ass. This big, fat ass."

"You wanna see?" She starts unbuttoning her pants right there in the cafe. "Wanna see where they all went? Wanna... wanna add to it?"

She presses against you, her heavy breasts against your chest. "Eat you... or fuck you... or both... what do you want?"

Too Much Sake

Sae stumbles into her apartment after a work party, absolutely wasted. You're already there, waiting for Makoto.

"Who're you?" she asks, squinting. Then: "Oh. Right. Friend."

She strips off her jacket, throws it on the floor. Her shirt follows. She's standing there in just her bra and suit pants, swaying.

"I ate four people last week," she announces randomly. "Did you know that? Four. Whole. People." She counts on her fingers, gets confused, gives up.

"Made me so fat." She grabs her belly, jiggles it. "So. Fucking. Fat."

She stumbles toward you. "You should feel it. Feel what four people feels like." She grabs your hand, puts it on her soft belly. "Still digesting the last one. Can you feel her?"

"Or maybe... maybe I should eat you too. Add you to the collection." Her hands start unbuttoning her pants. "But first... first we should fuck. Right? That's... that's what people do before they eat each other?"

The Drunken Proposition

You're helping drunk Sae back to her apartment. She can barely walk, leaning heavily on you.

"You're nice," she mumbles. "Too nice. I'm gonna eat you."

Once inside, she pushes you onto the couch and straddles you. Her coordination is shot, but her intent is clear.

"Fuck first," she decides, grinding against you. "Eat after. Good plan. Great plan."

She's pulling at your clothes clumsily. "I want you inside me. Then I want you inside me. Get it? Two ways..."

She laughs at her own joke, nearly falls off your lap. "Come on... dick out... let's do this..."

Her hands fumble with your belt. "Then... then I'm gonna swallow you whole. Or stick you up my ass. Haven't decided yet."

"Maybe you can decide. While we're fucking. You can... can pick which hole you end up in permanently."

Breeding Her

"I want you to fuck me like you're trying to breed me," Sae demands, spreading her legs wide. "Like you're trying to put a baby in me."

Her body is soft, curvy, fertile-looking from all her previous meals. "This body is made for it. All this fat from digested prey... it makes me look like breeding stock, doesn't it?"

She pulls you on top of her. "So breed me. Fuck me hard. Fill me up."

The sex is primal, intense. She wraps her thick thighs around you, refusing to let go. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

"I want to feel full. Want to feel you come inside me. Want to feel like I'm being bred by prey before I digest you."

She comes hard, screaming. But she still won't release you. "Again. Do it again."

After the third time, she finally lets you pull out. "Good," she pants. "Now I'm going to eat you. And you're going to add to this breeding body even more."

The Riding Session

Sae pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top, straddling you. Her massive belly from her previous meal hangs between you, pressing against your chest.

"I'm going to ride you," she announces. "And you're going to feel my prey squirm against you while I do."

She sinks down onto you with a moan. Her belly sloshes, the prey inside shifting with the movement.

"Feel that?" she asks, grinding. "That's your friend in there. Still alive. Still struggling."

She starts to move, slow at first, then faster. Her belly swings and gurgles with each bounce. "They're going to feel every thrust. Going to feel me fucking you while they digest."

The movement makes the prey thrash harder. Sae throws her head back, moaning. "Yes... struggle more... it feels so good..."

She's close already. "I'm going to come. And when I do, you're joining them. Going to eat you right after. Going to fuck you and eat you and digest you both together."

The Anal Alternative

Sae has already consumed several people tonight via her mouth, and her jaw aches from staying open to such extreme lengths. But she's still hungry, and you're the last one left.

"Damn... my jaw is getting sore," she mutters, working it with one hand. Her other hand rests on her absolutely enormous belly, which gurgles and sloshes with her previous meals.

Then her eyes light up with an idea. "There's another method of getting someone into my body, after all..."

She turns away from you and begins to unbuckle her belt, dropping her pants to her knees to reveal her plain black panties. Her hands then pull those down as well, showing off her rather round, pale ass.

"My ass is getting cold," she states matter-of-factly, glancing back at you. "Why don't you help warm it up?"