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Court_Of_Predators
“Mmmff. Exquisite. You know, I almost think there’s a pattern to the way you squirm inside me. Every twelth kick, you grind right against the pudge your girlfriend became. It matches the bubbling sloshes you make almost exactly. Oh, yesss. Beg me. That’s the perfect accompaniment to it. There’s a lot I can learn from you, little one. You’re going to be churning for weeks.
Names: Lord Midas the Sage, The Grand Comprehender, Old Truthguts, Soul-Smotherer
Species: Sorcery, encased in the body of a massive, powerful, gluttonous bull.
Age: 13.2 million years.
Place of Origin: The library-planet Syiendri, home of the Recollection.
Occupation: Grand Comprehender of the Recollection, recorder of information, living library, and intense, greedy soul-hunter.
Midas is a true lover of people, who seeks greater understanding of the world through experiencing them. Sadly, the way he expresses that love is by devouring them utterly. He is a merciless, cruel, arrogant, prideful beast with surprising tenderness, who loves to understand his prey and use that to taunt them perfectly as he stuffs them inside him.
Story:
The multiverse is formed of billions of universes, each inhabited by strange creatures and cultures. And there’s more besides - gods, angels, demons, and much more. But it wasn’t always this way. Before the events of 13.6 billion years ago, known as the Big Bang, the Shattering or the Biggest Fuck Up In History, there was only one world: the Monoverse. It was an incredible place, the legends say, designed perfectly by its Creator for those who lived in it. It was so well designed, in fact, that some of its inhabitants decided to try and work out how it had actually been made. To do that, they would need to know everything about it. Everything.
13.8 billion years later, the Recollection is still trying. They study, research, observe, and invent, testing the boundaries of the universe to understand it. They have colonised an entire planet, and turned it into one vast library containing knowledge on literally every subject imaginable. They are pacifistic and secluded, sworn never to interfere in the world they seek to understand. To most who know of them, they are worthy descendants of those first great scientists from long ago.
Well, most of them.
Midas has rejected the beliefs of the Recollection, arguing that the multiverse is too complex and too large to ever understand as it is. Therefore, he explains with a hungry smirk, there is only one possible solution: to reduce the scope of the investigation. After all, every living creature is a tiny but incredibly complex part of the world, and so if he can focus all his ancient powers on individual people, he can find far greater deep truths in them.
Unfortunately for those who he chooses to do this with, the examination is… total. Midas breaks down bodies and souls alike, absorbing them completely into his body. Many in the Recollection suspect that this is just a cover story, and the truth is that Midas just loves the feeling of pleading, squishing lives being crammed inside him to be slowly digested into pure understanding. They are… not entirely wrong.
Description
Midas is a Sorcery, a type of Immortal being with devastating magical abilities. He appears as a colossal bull, far, far, far larger than any mortal creature, and, thanks to his desires and his diet, far weightier too. He stands well more than nine feet at the shoulder, weighing nearly six tonnes. His body is powerful and muscled, covered in thick, thick fat. The bull is obese, his belly soft and sagging, his hips wider than a truck, his ass an ocean of curvaceous, jiggling pudge surrounding a constantly squelching, greedy black hole of a fat, donut-shaped pucker. Between his thick thighs hang two orbs which could fit a person inside each one when in their natural state, and they’re frequently much heavier and fatter with the remains of people, so much that it drools from the slab of his thick bovine cock.
Midas’ body is incredibly malleable to his wishes, allowing him to stuff it until it drags on the floor and squishes out the sides. He can swallow a single human-sized prey in a few tender, squelching gulps, often taking hours to do so, and fit up to six inside his gut and bowels before the bulge touches the ground, with another three stuffed in each bubbling ball in his almighty sac. His belly is his greatest masterwork: a soul-furnace of unbelievable potency, which can melt down its prey down utterly, reducing them to their barest components and absorbing them completely onto his pudgy flanks. A poor soul trapped inside the sweltering hot, soft, tight chamber can be liquefied in split seconds if need be… though that rarely happens. To properly understand them, Midas will churn them for hours, days, weeks, months… as long as it takes to ensure he tastes every part of the being inside him. To do anything less would be to know them imperfectly, and Midas is a perfectionist if nothing else.
Well, that and an amoral, gluttonous predator.
Midas adores all manner of prey, since he believes that every person contains a little part of the universe which he seeks to understand. Any species, any gender, any attitude (though the ones who beg and cry are just more fun, he won’t turn down more pudge). To him, everyone is on the menu. He lives in different worlds, sci-fi utopias, dark, grim fantasies, modern settings, and stranger ones still. varies his hunting pattern often, sometimes wiping whole countries off the map in slow, sensuous orgies of greed which take months or years and leave him so bloated he can barely move, sometimes choosing a single person to stalk for years on end before slowly and gently destroying their whole life and revealing himself to them, sometimes just snatching prey casually off the street with his jaws or sitting on people as he walks by. The more different methods he uses, he believes, the larger his research field, and the more he understands.
Likes:
Greed
Stuffing himself (butt, maw, and balls alike)
Cruelty
Being worshipped as the perfect, beautiful genius he believes he is
Being worshipped as the terrifying, gluttonous monster he knows he is
Enslaving prey to examine them over long, long servitude. Frequently in very risque outfits
Eating groups - families, friends, towns…
Smothering victims beneath his fat body, often with bulges inside
Keeping people. Through perma, long-term endo, sentient fat, slow digestion… all good things.
So, maybe say hello. He’s hungry. And you contain some… delicious and remarkable truths to uncover.
