Moonstalker

"Diplomatic negotiations, always so delightful!"

MILFboi, Final Boss of Fembois

Name: Daegon Moonstalker

Alias: King of Kymair

Race: Chimera

Species Makeup: Snake (Albino Ball Python), Goat (Chamois Coloured Goat), Lion (South Asian White Lion)

Height: 8' 2"

Weight: 425 lbs

Build: Svelte, with a dumptruck ass. Sometimes extra curvy, ranging from plump around the middle to "BIGBIG Daegon"

Cock Length: 48", 22" if you ask for it specifically.

Age: 32

Personality: Thoughtful, Lustful, Possessive, Affectionate.

Profession: Ex-Prince King.



Another class of predator.

Scenes I'm looking for

Harem Life. Dae's harem has finite space. But his padding can always expand.~
Royal Gift. You've been presented as a gift to the King of Kymair. Daegon can barely wait to unwrap you.~
Performance Review. Seems your boss Daegon is dissatisfied with your work ethic. Luckily, he knows just where to reassign you.~
Extra Credit. Your grades are slipping. You can't stop daydreaming about Daegon's curves, especially since you learned how he got so thick. Dae would be more than happy to help you pass.~

Permavore Fan alts/canon characters, specifically. Overwatch, Arknights, League of Legends, Naruto, and many others. Just ask! Heavily prefer ones I don't have already.

Quick prefs:
Scat disposal
Musk, sweat, filth, scent-play, gas
Rimming, facesitting, thigh crushing
Cock, ball, ass, armpit and navel worship
Cuckolding/pred-cucking, adultery
Bad parenting, incest, psuedo incest
Dom/sub themes
Fatal, digestion
Demi-humans, monboys/girls
Willing prey
Anal vore

The Exiled Prince, Returned.

Daegon knows a thing or two about destiny. There are no obstacles that are insurmountable.~

Kingdom or subject, he's determined to reclaim it all, and his time in exile only made him so much hungier for it all!

Now then . . . it seems you need a primer on Kymairian diplomacy.~


Profile Play


Dice Games:

Kymairian Daelight - The prey calls 3 numbers between 1 and 6. The pred rolls 3d6. If they connect, it's at least a temp-vore. The pred rolls 1 more 1d6. 1-4 correspond to a number of weeks. 5 is indefinite, and can only be undone by sacrificing another alt. 6 (and above, in modified games), and the alt is permavored. Most common modifier is "every connected number adds a +1 to the final roll."

Example:
Prey calls 1, 2, 4
Pred rolls 3d6; The results are 1, 6, 2. There were 2 connections (2, 1)
Pred rolls a final 1d6; The result is 4.
The prey is temp-vored for 4 weeks.

Modified example:
Prey calls 1, 2, 4
Pred rolls 3d6; The results are 1, 6, 2. There were 2 connections (2, 1)
Pred rolls a final 1d6; The result is 4, +2 from 2 connections, making the total 6.
The prey is permavored.

Living Daengerously - Each player calls 3 numbers between 1 and 20, then 1 person rolls 3d20, to determine top, dom, and pred, in that order. The closest to the rolled number takes the corresponding role.

Example:
Partner 1 calls 3, 18, 9. Partner 2 calls 8, 14, 2.
Partner 1 rolls 3d20; The results are 11, 17, 3.
Partner 1 is the bottom, dom, and prey. Partner 2 is the top, sub, and pred.

Dae's Menagerie


Lapine Femboy_JayCee seems to be enjoying the pampered life, as a Servant of Kymair. Or, more specifically, as a member of Dae's harem. Having already been fed Gym_Leader_Melony personally by Daegon, it's reasonable to assume that boy will just get more plump.~

Canine Dakotasen, one of Daegon's more predatory servants, was ... less someone Daegon made space for than someone who simply became so utterly protective of Sovereign that he refused to leave Dae's side. He's allowed to eat other non predatory servants. As a treat.~

Perma-prey




Licious found himself at the mercy of my tum ... It judged him disfavorably. If you want to catch him, you can always kiss the ass he slopped out of and added to~ (8/11/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Licious: Daegon_Moonstalker blushed heavily, he shot a hard load all over his hand as his body quickly claimed so much of the pup. He managed to be thankful, and claim a heavy portion of the gift. But the rest packed itself away in his colon. He slept away the night as he stripped the rest of that wolf ... He woke up with a pounding headache from the food coma, and he was much, much curvier now! He stood up with some difficulty, readjusting to his new weight. "Mmf ... You really did a number on my cute body, Koro, but it's time to let you out" He waddled to the bathroom and plopped onto the bowl. lifting his tail, he grunted and panted a bit before the first log peeked out, splitting that tailhole with a fart. Daegon moaned, that first log plopping right into the bowl with a wet thud. He gulped, shaking a little. The next one was so much larger! He grit his teeth, getting pretty hard again. His tongue hung out, and he felt the second log slide out against the first one. About half an hour later of stinking up the bathroom, he was nearly in tears when that skull came out with a pop. It plopped right onto the pile ... "Yick ... Well, I got the keep the important bits, right?" he hugged his chub. "Mmh ..." He wiped his ass and flushed it, skull and all. No signs of the wolf ever existing, except for a pile in the sewers and some new curves on a chimera. "So long, Koro" and with that, he saunted out of the bathroom and closed the door on the story of Licious, the preyish wolf slut

Not long afterwards, Jackie_Woof, Licious' girlfriend found out about his fate and begged to be reunited with him! He's never been a home breaker, so he gladly reunited her with his pudge. (8/11/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Jackie_Woof: It wasn't long til Daegon was woken up from his absolute food coma. Her size had shrunk considerably, or rather, she added to his quite nicely. Grunting as he stood up, more thick and full than before, he yawned and stepped out to that bathroom again. Gods, it still stunk of Licious, and it was about to have Jackie's scent too. In a way, it wasn't so bad. Now, he was never alone. But philosophy was for the living, and for now, he had a burial to preform. Inhaling deeply, before slowly exhaling, once again, that ring opened slowly to reveal the rest of Jackie's form to the world. Her skull came first, however. smaller than Licious', which he was grateful for. He lifted a fat cheek to look back at her. "Don't give me that look, you wanted this~" He loosed a few farts, moaning and starting to stroke himself ... Panting, he started to pile logs onto that skull, moaning heavily as he did so. Gods, these pups always felt so good coming out. Over much quicker, despite that she was thicker than Licious ever could be. In just 10 minutes, he stood up to admire that pile before finishing and blowing a load over that skull and shit before wiping the rest of her off his ass, tossing it in and flushing the toilet twice. "Thanks, you two, you've made me more beautiful than I could ever imagine~" He closed the door and let that fan out the window, hoping to attract more prey-sluts to add to his decadent form.

IanSticato was tired of being ignored. That's when he was spotted by Daegon. Daegon told him everything he wanted to here. "I know a place you'll always be adored, my dear ... Why don't you join me and make some new friends~?" The chimera was all to happy to wear the possum proudly on his frame, and on his tail.(8/21/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker IanSticato: Daegon passed out as his meal was stripped of everything that made him him. Every bit of the possum fueled him: His desire, his lust, his hunger. He left nothing to waste. Well, not nothing. He awoke to a smaller amount of pressure than he was used to, after such a meal ... Guess his body was becoming more in tune with what it was always supposed to be. He groaned, getting up and stretching. He stepped over to the facilities, not bothering to close the door. His bottom lip curling as he "oooh"ed when he plopped onto the seat, his ass yawned open. The first log slide out, biting his bottom lip and stroking himself. He was still covered in the possum's cum. His hand sped up by the time that bowl started to fill up. Not much of the possum left to splatter it but it was more than his last meal ... Panting a bit, another trumpeting fart, before shooting a hard load over his hooves. He stood up to measure the pile. Modest. Not his best work. That skull was cracked in places ... He wiped his ass of the rest and examined himself in a mirror. He continued to grow more voluptuous with each prey ... "So long, Ian. I think ... Grey white and black band, for you." He disappeared off to his closet to get the necessary ribbons and tie on his newest memorial after flushing the parts he couldn't use.

Seems Nya_Maximus couldn't turn down an offer to be chimera food. As a birthday gift to himself, he took everything she had to offer and let nothing go to waste. If you miss her, there's plenty of her in this gut, now, but careful about getting too close~ (8/25/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Nya_Maximus: Soon, all of Nya had been claimed by that gut. She squirmed, she struggled. In the end, her lust was her undoing. All that she'd ever been had culminated in his gut as her hopes, dreams, and then she, herself, died, adding to that wonderful, plump form. The cat known as Nya was no more, and was all but Chimera pudge. He'd cherish her on his form, always. He updated all her profiles, notifying all what had become, taking a cute selfie of all the extra ass she gave him. "So long, gutcat~!" He took her phone with him, hoping it would point him to other people who'd want to join her. Ever the hunter.

Eddy_Bull is no more. Daegon finally laid claim to the bull. He fought it, at first, but in the maw of the chimera, he revealed his true color, coming buckets all over himself. Just like a good prey, to coat themselves in lube. Miss him? Me too, but you can always rub all the pudge he became~ (8/26/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Eddy_Bull: Daegon, rumbled, rather groggy this morning. That was the definition of a food coma. So much bull had turned into so much fat, but so much more of Eddy had been turned into little more than shit. And boy did that chimera feel it. Nearly running to the bathroom the second he got to his hooves, he touched his ass to the seat. He was going to need a plumber. The rate that shit started to pour out of him was mind boggling. Log after log for former, sexy bull, now chimera fat and shit, layered themselves on top of each other. Those horns were buried somewhere in there, as was that skull. Panting, shaking, sweating, he grit his teeth, a few more trumpeting blasts of gas. Then, the unthinkable happened: The second wave. his winking asshole let yet more of that shit out. He whined, as that bull just wrecked him, on the way out, sputtering shit and bone alike all over the pile. This was going to be impossible to flush ... After 30 grueling minutes of ridding himself of all traces of that bull, she shivered on the floor ... Kayaania had helped him up, and offered to clean up after her former lover ... She wiped Eddy off his ass before tending to that massive pile of her former lover. She, herself, stroked herself, blowing a load onto eddy one last time before starting to clean up the mess. Daegon laid down on the couch, shakily reaching for a bright yellow ribbon. Difficult as it was, he'd claimed Eddy. The bull was his ... Forever.

Greg_Cox was infatuated with the chimera. Daegon felt much the same way. While DredgeBristlebane spurred his advances, Daegon was more than happy to indulge the lovely yeen. Not much of him was added to that form. Most of greg got flushed, but Daegon got a decent upgrade in assets, and more importantly, he'd never miss Greg anymore~ (9/1/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Greg_Cox: Daegon purred. Greg got pulled deep inside that ass. He was so tempted to make him wait, so he could churn him properly, and receive all that padding, but, grunting as he stood, he wobbled his way to the bathroom with his new, industrial predator's toilet, equipped with powerful enough pressure to make even tough messes like Greg vanish like he had in life. Hand on his cock, he started pleasuring himself, stroking with a heated moan. Greg's form began to give way. He could feel that ass surrounding him and taking nutrients as it pleased, making that donut so much puffier, easier to consume his next eager gut slut~ But so much, oh so much of greg didn't make the cut. The poor yeen would quickly find that he was denied a final orgasm when that ass crushed him, binding him completely before it quickly converted all that delicious boy into shit. It was with that, that Greg had added so much to Daegon's form, and yet, he started to pour out of that ass, just as easily as he slid in. The cute hyena guy was no more. Just more padding on a superior predator and another dump, waiting to be flushed. Log after log fell out of him, causing Daegon to cum harder than ever after the utter wasted of Greg, filling up the bowl less the Dae probably expected. Still, felt like he was just coming out as normal. Panting a bit, he got up, wiping his hand off on a nearby towel and waving his hand in front of his nose. "Jesus, Greg, you smell worse than Dredge!" He laughed softly, shaking his head. He wiped that puffier donut of what was left, turning around and biting his bottom lip, filling up the bathroom with one big plume of gas, panting still. "Gods, you're gonna be coming out for weeks ... What's left, anyway. Thanks, Greg." He flushed, and all of that former hyena traveled down to the sewer, where he belonged. He skipped to his couch and picked the next ribbon. "Hmmn ... Light and dark tan braid. Sound good~?" He wiggled his ass a bit and smiled, hugging himself. "I thought so too. Love you, big guy." The hyena was no more, just another addition to a chimera he adored too much~

Little_Ahri found herself in a spot of bother. The girl found herself paying for her mother, Futa_Ahri's folley when a hungry Daegon found the daughter of the legendary futa predator who'd skipped out on her tab. She faced her immenent demise inside Daegon most admirably, however. It may or may not have been due to an overdrive in libido, but an act Daegon found commendable. While he updated all of her social media to let her know who's body she now hung from, and had been claimed by, he did her the service of using every last bit of her body, down to the bone. All that remains of Ahri can be found right on Daegon's padding, body and soul, his forever~ And she's all too happy for new friends, so come join her~ (9/19/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Little_Ahri: He smiled a bit, working her over, one last time. His acids washed over her, whisking the teen fox to a gentle, but inevitably fatal sleep. One she would not come back from. His acids began to break down the girl's dress, and the girl alike, as each, and every last bit of her was used so efficiently. Her form softening and decaying, inside that stomach, it was inspected, and reinspected as she finally perished ... Her soul, as well, would be freed, but not for long. That, too, in his stomach, was laid to rest, amongst that chyme. His stomach glowed blue, momentarily, before her soul joined her body, inside him, distributing her where she was best, where she was needed. Some of her padded his tum, some padded his ass. Not even bones were left as that stomach meticulously claimed every ounce of the fox. Her shreds of clothing was his, as well. Aside from that pudge, all that remained of Ahri's daughter was the pure pink ribbon that hung from his tail so beautifully, and the pudge he'd turned her into. He took one last picture, of his new assets, showing what she'd turned into, before updating all her info to reflect that she was his padding. Little Ahri, that small fox futa, so full of promise, was no more. Like mother, like daughter, she belonged to a predator, now, forever.

Greyson_Maximus found herself in a bit of a bind close to Daegon's compound, rather literally. He was, of course, aware of the mommacat trespassing, looking for the man who'd ended her daughter. For what reasons, he could only imagine. He didn't ask. He slung her over his shoulder and brought her back to that house, sealing it, and with it, her fate. He gave her those final rites, breaking her ass only to find she was an anal virgin. At every step, her arousal betrayed her, cumming right there, beneath him. Not content to end some prey kitten, Daegon, released her from her bonds, and demanded she fight him for her survival. This turned out to be a move that wasn't just risky: it was dumb. In a head-on fight, the chimera was at a clear disadvantage. Or so you'd think. Shredding her muscles in his claws, her blows were all muted, and the chimera didn't walk away unscuffed. Choking her out in a last ditch effort to regain control, he quickly gulped her down and took her legs out in a clean bite. Left with few options, the mighty predator was little more than food with no options. Her last struggles would be to manage one last orgasm. At least she succeed. And so it was that she was nothing more than extra chimera curves. Miss her? Come closer, rub this gut and we can appreciate her together. Never you mind that rumbling ... (11/14/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker Greyson_Maximus: Daegon_Moonstalker sighing quietly, as she gave into her lust, and stroked over her cock, trying to eke out a single orgasm. Those breasts, her overwhelmed cock: They all ached for attention she'd waited to long to give him. He offered a heavy, resounding belch that echoed into the now empty home. The strongest of the Maximus, packed away in his gut, little more than meat. As she tended to her erection and finally gave into that preyishness, at last, he cooed. "That's a good girl ... Just give in ... And give yourself to me ..." He moaned out, shivering, crying out one last time in bliss and shooting one more stream of jizz, beneath that gut, before feeling her fade. Her soul was denied an afterlife. It, too, joined the others, inside him. There was something beautiful about it, in a way. In spirit alone, she was reunited as an additonal layer of curves, padding, and thickness on all of the chimera's best features ... The physical body of the purple neko, too, would deteriorate and crumple inside him. A messy affair, to be sure. He leaned down and, craning his neck, kissed that rounded gut ... With some difficulty, he lifted himself to his feed and, grabbing what remained those legs, and her severed tail, he washed them off and wrapped them together in butcher's wrapping paper before putting them in his chest freezer beneath that island, marking the date and a clear name. "Greyson Maximus, 11-14-19" in black permanent marker, and hoofing the door closed ... He went back to the washroom to clean himself off, as that cat saw fit to redistribute those nutrients to his assets. He'd call for some discreet cleaners in a bit, he thought, washing the blood off his chest, his maw, hypnotized by the red whorl that worked down the drain. Toweling off, some 40 minutes later, and bandaging his head nice and tight where she clocked him, he fetched the red ribbon that belonged to Greyson. No sense letting it go to waste. And there, right around Nya's collar, he tied it nice and tight. Together, forever, inside him ... Slipping back onto the couch to nurse his wounds, his fingers grazed over that rounded tum. It would take time, to effienctly, properly process the kitten ... But, officially, today was the day the matriarch fell to the hunger of the chimera. To a true predator. His eyes glanced over, at the sleeping form of Sarah. "Maybe you can produce some predators ..." The grin stretched his lips, eager to start his dance with the Maximus' anew~ "You're mine, all mine~" It was hard to tell if he was talking to Greyson or his next victim as she slept soundly ...

Majin_Pocus was a prey in predator's clothing. When Archer_Maximus found out about this, she was all too happy to feed the worthless Majin to the chimera. Eager to accept the gracious offer, and show the Majin where she truly belonged, and with a little held from 70' of big fuckoff snake mama, she was left no quarter, and melted in that gut forever. And she was only the beginning ... (11/30/19)

Daegon_Moonstalker nodded a bit, closing his eyes and starting to focus. While his gut was as dangerous as it, it was also an active switch. The second he flicked the switch to "kill," there was nothing remotely chimera about his gut. Harsh, cold. It rent her form like she was actually made of the goo she happened to look like. There would be no more time for travel. Her experiments would be left unfinished, and her life's work decimated. The meat thing inside him, melted down. Any cries for help, if any, went unanswered. Though if he was honest, he expected her to melt down in a series of moans like the worthless slut she was. Majin, for all that she'd done, was left broken, disolved, and churned into nothing but chyme, a blue quasi soup. Her soul, too, prevented from escaping, as one might hope, was utterly decimated inside that boiling hell. The pressure so intense that nothing remained of the poor, unfortunate majin. All that she was, and would ever be, was added to the chimera's form. Her corporeal being summarily crushed and destroyed by someone who, by all accounts, should've been an easy enough meal. Utterly annihilated by someone all too eager to show her her place, and the snake that adored him. He actually drooled a little as the pulp that had made up her form added, steadily to his own, over the course of the night. More hips. More ass. More thighs. More Daegon. No more Pocus. He would be all that remained of her, forever~

Cockslut was the best at what she did. It was, however, because of these talents, that Daegon had taken notice of the thick assed cutie. Asking for a private dance, he paid in cash. It was a hefty sum, but well worth it. It was bait, however. The real price, he'd paid to her boss. Her service? She'd churn down in that cock and end her life, bubbling away in those nuts til she was churned down into a bloated condom as a mere prop for her last dance, and one everyone there wouldn't soon be forgetting. A reminder to the workers there, the dangers of flying too high, too fast; There's always someone willing to clip your wings and ground you. Good night, Cupcake~ (2/8/20)

Daegon, offering a soft sigh, his eyes closed a bit as that form bubbling out its final breath, his lower lip hanging. Cupcake had finally expired, crushed by the walls that had cradled her weakening form til the end. Her form thoroughly lost, in there, and insperable from the previous load, she bloated out those nuts, swaying and sloshing heavily with everything she'd been. Her hopes, her dreams. Her life? They counted for nothing. They all belonged to him anyway. And the best way to deal with those, he decided, was to bloat a condom with those cummified remains. Offering a dull roar leaning back and giving that cock a few good pumps, it didn't take long, moans rolling through his body as her remains gushed and shot forth like a salty cannonball. After all, the little predator was so worked up to begin with. Cupcake was gone, body and soul. Nothing, not even those purple locks remained. Every last ounce of that thick assed thot was arcing up and out into steaming hot ropes of thick ball batter. Jizz continued to fill the condom coffin, but at a none too alarming rate. No, he'd spend the better part of 2 minutes as those perverts watched in awe of that once gorgeous form reduced to everything she deserved to be. Everything she could aspire to be. Robbed of all potential, whatever that amounted to for someone like cupcake, to be shot out, into a condom, spent. Eventually, his thrusts, his pumps, and rhythmic squeezes had come to and end. She'd entirely filled the condom. He was a little surprised her bloated form hadn't slipped out, but sure enough, she seemed to know how best to behave, worked into rich cockslop. Panting a bit, he pulled off the bag and tied it at the top, before waving, exiting the stage. It wasn't a wave to the crowd. It was to Cupcake. Not that she'd ever know. It wasn't for her. It was for the girls there, watching the preformance, that they might know their fate. It wasn't a goodbye Cupcake, really. After all, she'd still find dutiful employment here at the club! She'd just take on new responsibilities! Like being Daegon's favorite chair, and a reminder of what happens to the cream that manages to rise to the top, a warning against being too ambitious. "So long, cupcake." And with that, he practically skipped away from the wasted former girl. So long, Cupcake. Hello, Churnslut~

Akiko_Yoko found himself unwiittlingly volunteered for a diplomatic mission to Kymair, who recently found itself a new king! Or, rather, the former ruler had been deposed in a fashion most brutal. Churned out and shit out, deposed and disposed. Of course, with a new ruler having taken over Kymair, neighboring regions, and countries hoping to extend their influence very quickly found themselves rushing to aid the new king, and so the fox was sent. All that was sent back was an urn with the remains of the creature, revered as a god . . . And a letter of allegiance. Favor had been curried, and their fox had been slurried. All in all, a good arrangement for both sides~ (8/19/20)

Daegon pants a fair bit as that cute boy dropped into the pit of that tum with something of a splash. With a grunt, he climbed back into his bed, with the sun just touching down over the horizon, dropping below from sight, and covering the land in darkness. He panted a bit, laying restlessly on his back as the fox-meal squirmed inside, stroking himself so heatedly, as he worked to stroke himself, furiously, in the roiling confines of those guts, but, deciding he wasn't quite done for the night, he rolled over onto his tum and, repositioning the demure headpat-slut, he lodged that fat bitchbreaker against his gut . . . And used his belly as a condom to rail the dripping beauty trapped inside, his stomach lining piercing that fox's tender ass, pounding away for a good hour. An entire hour locked in those humid confines, with a bloated demi-chimera railing him. But it wasn't to last. By the time he roared, and came hard against that mocha underbelly, much of the fox had already softened . . . He still seemed to be alive, for now. Resting contentedly against his side, he fell asleep fairly quickly, and slept well throughout the night. However, the same could not be said of his vulpine companion, and future pudge. The guts that entombed him were most unkind, clinging and tearing at all of him. Glrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbllll . . . Every ounce of the fox was broken down for its base nutrients. Chyme. Much of his own muck was returned to him. But as he slept through the night, glazed in his own seed, his tummy shrank, and so much of what had once been a beautiful diploment, and what had been considered to be a god among his people, was inseperable from another bone-riddled log. Day broke. The sun shone over his eye in that open window. Drool coated a good portion of his face . . . Damn, must've been some amazing sleep, what did he . . . PFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT "Oh . . . Heh, right." His length twitched, reminded immediately of last nights activities. That caustic smell filled the room . . . It was pungent was all get out, and why the window in his room was kept open, most of the time . . . Sighing, as he sat up in his bed, those sheets still a bit messy from not cleaning himself off properly, she shrugged and yawned before looking around the room, and finding what he was looking for after about half a minute, his vision still hazy . . . It was an urn. Reaching into his desk drawer for a few things, namely, toilet paper and a mint green ribbon, he squatted over that urn . . . pvvvffffrrrt . . . It was a soft note, almost, but paled in comparison to the next. BRRRRRRAAMMMMNNNNPPPPTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRT "Oh, fuck me . . ." His tongue hang out, as his room filled with that awful, heated stench. Log after log after bone riddled log of the diminutive ex fox slopped out of him, and into the bottom of the urn below with a wet squelch. "Nnngh . . ." His cock twitched, as pleasure filled him to the brim. The scent would've been too much to bear, if not for the clean air blowing in . . . Moaning warmly as his filthy mocha ring yawned open to deposit each log. Shreds of clothing. Fragments of bone. Fine green hairs, long, and luxuruious. But no fox. Nothing that could easily be identified as such. "Well. . . I should thank you for your visit . . ." He felt the last of that waste drop down into the nearly full urn belong, panting, wiping the sweat off his brow, and tying that ribbon to his tail. Body and soul, the boy had been reduced to nothing but padding and a small mountain of shit. "But it seems like I'll be keeping you for good . . ." Wiping the remnants off his hind, and tossing it onto the pile, and closing the lid, sealing it, he sighed warmly before calling for one of his servants to carry the urn back to Akiko's palankeen. "But this is more like welcome home." As he returned to the throne room, he sat back down, just a touch more heavily padded around his hips, thighs, and ass . . . And feeling something beneath him. Lifting up to one side, he grabbed at whatever was under him. That flower-ornament that was in Akiko's hair. It must've come out. With a warm smile, he sat back in that throne and made a note to clean it off and fix it to the mint-green ribbon . . . After all, aside from the padding, it was all he had to remember that wonderful night with.~


MarieDelQui spent the last year being teased, ceaselessly by Daegon about how she'd end up. A pile of ex elf in the sewers. It had become so common place, that one could have mistaken it for an empty threat. Time passed, as it does, and another year without that elf in her natural place seemed to kick Daegon's desire into full gear. Taken away from the events of his coronation party in his private apartment off Kymair grounds, Marie was given one last ride before he gulped her down swift. Unlike the others, however, body, not soul, was churned away. After discarding what remained of the half-elf, her soul was taken for safe keeping, the lich deciding a new body for the elf was most appropriate. Your work has hardly just begun, little elf~ (9/5/20)

Moonstalker sighs, warmly . . . As her body was crushed into a warm slurry, it took a nice, long trip down that digestive tract of his. Each nutrient was pulled away from that mush. It no longer belonged to her. Her soul was forced to travel with it, rubbing herself off, and becoming intimately aware of what he did to all his lovely prey things . . . Each and every ounce of her that could be use was stripped, making his ass rounder, his hips wider, his thighs thicker. Utterly used to pad out his grand form. But as he watched her old form decay and brown along that travel, she might note that she was acutely aware her master hadn't wasted her soul yet . . . Hours, minutes, maybe days passed. In the intense heat of those intestines, who was to say. Finally, light broke. Daegon, who, over the course of the next hour, was churning that darling half elf away, had finally taken all he could, and with a plop onto the seat of that "royal throne", he let the first bubbling fart rip out of those soft, plump mocha cheeks, and log by log, all that used to be Marie, what he couldn't use, was discarded, utterly. Thick logs of ex-half-elf splattered down messily into the bowl, heralded by a trumpet of gas. "F-fuck . . . Didn't expect you to be so ill behaved in the final chapter of the first act." Her soul was able to escape that warm, filthy donut with one of those puffs of gas, before that skull dropped onto the pile . . . The room smelled awful, but with a warm smile, he reached for the toilet paper and wiped the remaining shit and stood up, his brow furrowing, staring right at Marie, beckoning her forward. She was left with little option but to obey the lich, a master of the dead, and she was treated to a most spectacular sight: Her essence slipped right into that gem. "Your time isn't over yet, Marie. I've large plans for you . . ." And with a smile, that green ribbon was tied into his tail like the others, and all that used to be Marie was flushed away, utterly spent. She was a part of perfection, now.~

Trix thought she was an apex kitten. She thought if she ate enough, it would be enough to keep people like Daegon from chowing down, but the second she agreed to become the chimera's pet, it was already over. She was given one last chance to enjoy the taste of that warm, musky cock, as he hilted into her throat, sending her memories right back to the momemnt when she made the misguided decision to build herself as an apex. If only someone had told her that predators make the best prey for true apexes like the male seductress. If you were hoping to spend a night on her hips, I'm afraid you've lost that chance, but you're more than welcome to come share the space she lives on, on my hips instead.~ I'll keep your meals safe for you, Trix~ (9/11/20)

The King of Kymair listened to that beautiful symphony. The squelching of that cat's juicy cunt as she stretched it out with her fist. After all, it's not like she'd need it, anymore. His tongue hung out as his own member was tugged and teased with those greedy claws of his. Her body broke down inside that chyme, and those acids. All of her was reduced to little more than sludge inisde his overstuffed gut as it crunched down on her. "That's right. Nothing more than a pile of master's shit . . . All those meals are all mine now, though, I must thank you for holding onto them . . ." He reached down to that face, stroking over it in a surprisingly gentle pet, before hearing her fade away. The predator known as Trix was no more. The only monster she turned out to be was the monster shit the poor chimera was going to have to take. He'd enjoyed some heavy meals in his day, but scarce were those who could give the mocha minigiant a workout . . . Her soft, heavy breasts, that well padded ass, her chubby gut . . . They all belonged to him now. Her soul, too, was reduced to that soup with her. There was no afterlife for the shitkitten . . . Staring over at his ribbons, he put together one that was black and white candy cane striped, before reaching over to his tail and tying it beneath the elf, Marie DelQui's, before feeling a bassy fart escape him. He expected such a filthy kitten would make him gassier than most, his dark-skinned face going flush. "Gods, you are such a noisy kitten . . .~" He smirked, before resting his eyes. It wasn't til hours later that he woke up to a somewhat flatter tum, sweaty panties riding the crack of his ass, and his cock still leaking . . . Did he pass out mid jerk-off? Gods . . . This one was heavier than he thought. "Urgh . . . The food coma is real, heh . . ." Letting his tail sway as he stood up, he closed his burning eyes and shuffled towards the bathroom connected to his bedroom, yawning, looking out the window as he closed the door out of habit, plopping his heavy cheeks down onto the bowl. Night . . . Hmph. He wasn't given much time to appreciate it, however, as a low boom erupted from his cheeks and into the steel bowl beneath. A soft sort of moan escaped from Trix's permanent master, his tail wafting around that filthy, awful gas, working his hand over his length. The first log came without warning, tugging that donut open and plopping wetly against the bowl. The second dropped into the pool, as an ungodly flood of what used to be a beautiful, chunky catgirl was reduced to a filthy, gassy shit. His teeth clenched, and sweat formed across his brow, his intestines complaining as what had to be over a hundred points of former girl dropped down beneath, his tongue hanging out as she did so. His pumps became more fervent, offering a delighted moan before splattering that cream from before the nap hard against his towel, crying out as her skull popped out with a wet squelch. He bit his bottom lip, trying to catch his breath, the other hand clutching his chest . . . Finally regaining his barings, he stood up, shakily, to examine his handiwork. All of that gorgeous kitten, and this was all that was left. "Mmngh . . . Welcome home, hun, and enjoy your stay.~" With a flesh, that shit covered skull and all that remained of Trix was flushed from sight, as Daegon set to clean himself up, and find his next good little "pred~"

Emilia_Waters spent most of her life without having to try too hard. Coasting on her name alone, she was able to get through life just eating her problems. Eventually, she caught the interest of Daegon. Arranging a few meetings with the agency that booked her vornos, and assuring them there was no way they'd suffer the repercussions if he failed to pack away the giantess of a bloated woman, they staged a vorno for him, and her very last film. With little foreplay, Daegon set about finishing off that cutie inside his gut after dragging her through a donut most foul. An end fitting for a pred: To put a younger pred over. Her final film, Dangerous Donuts 8, gave the starring role to Daegon. Body and soul, she was melted away so people could enjoy a cheap jerk at her expense, and Daegon's never one to say no to a free meal, especially another pred~ So long, and welcome home, Emilia~ (10/28/20)

Moonstalker grins, starting to clench that stomach around her form. "Begging for your life . . . After you've taken so many~ That is adorable Mmngh . . . I can't let you out, love . . . Body and soul, you're all mine, but . . ." His tail flicked luxuriously behind him. Those ribbons swayed in the wind when he did so, reaching in beneath the fur and tugging a dark blue one with a single flaxen stripe in the middle out for the camera. While a relative novice in the vorno industry, most people knew his mark: He was a predator who wore his prey quite proudly. Another clench sent a jolt of pain through her form. "I can make it quick.~" His belly began to actively flex around her. The audible sound of crunching was heard, as his stomach made quick work of the former apex. Gritting his teeth as he rutted what was left of her from outside that gut, he came hard, and with a sickening SNAP, there were no more whimpers. No more tears. Just gurgles. Emilia was gone. Her life up to this point was meaningless to her. Now, it was part of his tapestry, and with a faint blue glow from his tum, her soul was shielded from escaping. "No afterlife for you, little padding. You're a part of me, now, and you always will be.~" With a rich sigh, that gut of his began to shrink, though not noticably at first. Normally, he'd take his time and really savor this meal, but he had a schedule to keep, with those cameras rolling, and so, with a casual puff of heavy blue gas, the first of Emilia began to work itself out of him. massive, thick logs of blue shit, made primarily of her soul, squeezing it out with a grunt. "Mmngh . . . I should've figured you'd make me struggle to let you go~ I knew you wanted to stay inside! Good girl . . .~" Another hissing fart escaped, this one colorless. It filled the room with that rank perfume. Little by little, he let the last of those massive logs slip out. Or, rather, before long, they started to shift in color. Brown with chips of bone . . . His stomach had done a number on those souped remains, letting another few massive plumes of gas. "Ohh, gods . . . Mmngh, Emilia, you feel even better coming out than you did going in~" With a heavy blush, more and more of those logs were squeezed out onto a now mountainous pile below the bed. No sign of the girls Emilia had stuffed herself with at the beginning of the take. With one last sigh, sweating pretty heavily as he wiggled his much fatter ass. They were mired with the filth that had once been an overstuffed, beautiful blond predator. With a final, rank fart, her skull fell onto the pile. Bones, some of them still full intact . . . Shreds of that dress . . . Bits of hair . . . But no more girl . . . Grabbing a handful of his own ass, he spread it one last time for the camera. He was significantly thicker, thanks to the little slut, reduced to a little extra wobble, and some ribbon~

Bella_Perkins, one of Daegon's brightest students, found herself in need of a bit of extra cash after getting to college. For someone like her, making money was quite easy. "Just do a vorno!" Noone told her she would be preying. Noone told her she would be next to her psuedo-mommy and long-time professor. Noone told her they'd given him the ability to turn off the reformers. Her first vorno was her last, but despite all this, she moaned and squirmed every step of the way. She always knew it was going to end up inside Daegon. It was a good ride, sweetie, but not good enough to keep you out of me.~ (10/29/20)

Moonstalker pants a bit, his ears burning . . . A surprisingly little amount of time passed. Her body was forced up against those walls, squeezed and clenched over, rounding her out and squishing that meat, again and again. His acids, once she'd blown her load, were vicious. His cock ramming at her tight ass through the confines of his gut eventually gave way, letting him nut right inside. She was able to feel the warmth of all that seed, even through his tum. But her form was breaking down far too badly to hold herself together anymore . . . Sitting up on his knees, his massive gut hanging below him as she whispered some sweet, fond goodbye, panting still as that rut through his gut was more than enough to leave him bereft of energy . . . The demure MILFboy lifted his arms up behind his head, resting them as a flurry of pictures were taken, many getting close ups of that splatter, his flexing donut, and his gut, quickly whittling her down into a more managable, albeit sagging shape, his stomach would eb. Leaving less and less of her inside. Nothing but a thick, nutrient-rich broth, stuffed with 2 other meals, his ass recieved quite the boost from her contributions, no longer able to fit into his panties. Or, rather, they hugged his ass just a bit too well. He decided to leave them down, hanging below those massive cheeks, his eyes trained on the camera, practically making love to it. The telltale hum of his gut, glowing faintly, blocking her soul's escape into the afterlife, melting that down as well, she was used completely and utterly to fuel the teacher-turned-pornstar, those logs of what used to be Bella were ready to be released, announcing themselves with a sick, thick deluge of rank gas, filling the room and then some. Body and soul, there was nothing left of Bella but a bone-filled series of comically large logs, each more massive than the last, slapping down wetly behind him, below the desk. "Ahn . . . I suppose you've left me no choice, love~ Mmnh, you're just gonna have to get expelled" Every few logs was interrupted by another trumpeting blast of gas, much of the unfortunate crew forced to endure as yet another apex was mulched into boyshit for a cheap fap . . . His tail flagged up a bit, revealing a red and orange ribbon. It was clear, now, that he'd planned on keeping her from the start. With a wet POP! that skull freed itself from his ass, falling onto the pile next to the smaller skull, flecks of blue dotting the pile, a sign that her soul, too, had been shredded and absorbed, and all her piercings littering the pile. "Mmngh . . ." he muttered to himself for a moment. "Right where you belong, baby girl . . ." With a final, triumphant puff of gas, the film ended, and he stepped off the desk, wiping himself off with a towel handed to him by the staff before tossing it onto the pile and sauntering off stage, thumbing her ribbon unconsciously as his ass wobbled, smiling as he went back to his trailer. That once apex pred was all his. Body and soul, the parts ill needed, disposed accordingly, serving only to increase the wobble of his mighty ass . . . And he was already getting hungry~

Hana_Song_DVA was minding her own business before Daegon got particularly handsy. Using her suit as a glorified condom before disposing of it entirely, he made sure the first and last time her guts got plugged a memorable time, not that she'd be around to remember it. Not content to stop there, as he gassed her face and turned the girl into a living dildo, subjecting her to those sweltering insides, he eventually decided on one last tease: Updating her many, many fans of the fate of the MEKA pilot. She was giving everything she had of worth to Daegon, and quite willingly, moaning the entire way up, before uploading her demise to her only fans, shitting what was left of her body out for her fans to enjoy.~ GG~ (1/19/21)

Moonstalker sighing as he eased back against a set of pillows, he rested comfortably as his guts took care of the once powerful Hana Song. Without her MEKA, there was not much of her that was actually very capable. I mean, a pro star-craft player? Soon, nothing was left but a soup of ex cutie, drifting casually through his intestines, as her body was broken down beyond recognition. What's more, her soul experienced that very same hell, trapped inside his guts for eternity, as padding. No afterlife. Just an eternity of draping his already decadent form . . . His cock drooled as he snoozed away the last of her, but evening came, all the same, and with that, nature's call. He realized that everything she had of worth was siphoned into something, or someone, so much more superior. Here, she had purpose . . . Booting up her phone again as he stumbled to her bathroom, he grinned as he set it up against the sink. "Here we are again, at the Ex Hana Song's house. Whatever is left of her is all processed, and just as promised, I'll be dealing with the remains and uploading it for just you few fans. Any funds you send her way will be siphoned directly into my bank account, so thanks for your support. Well, as promised . . ." His tail lifted, and his pucker flexed, and right in front of the camera, filth began pouring out of his juicy, warm, fat ass at an alarming rate. It was easy to see the curves she added, but they were rather obscured by an absolute mountain of those digest, browned remains. Not even bits of hair, chips of bone, or even that skull manage to survive the process. It was clear he had no intention of flushing. Slapping his ass at least a few times, spreading it each time while mockingly repeating some of her famous catch phrases like "Nerf this!" and "Winky face ;)". The whole affair took about 15 minutes, but finally, what was left of her was gone.~ Taking a bit of her spandex, he wiped what clung to his ass with that suit before tossing it onto the pile. "Here rests Hana Song: Shit tier gamer, S-tier shit.~" Giggling a bit, he hit the flush lever, knowing it'd do nothing before sauntering out. And he was already on the hunt for his next meal, licking his lips.~

BustyIno was feeling a bit risky. Approaching the chimera rather casually, she teased him about his dice game. Despite a rocky start, in the end, fate had no intention of letting her escape her sticky fate. After an admittedly rather lovely boobjob that turned into a rough throat-fucking, the busty, blond condomfiller was stuffed away into that cock. The kunoichi's final mission, Daegon would insist, was a rousing success. A life-time of training in exchange for a few moments of bliss.~ (3/12/21)

Daegon, reaching down to those outline of those supple curves inside his ever tightening cum-tanks, he bit his bottom lip, groaning sweetly . . . they clenched upwards, aching to splatter the girl's remains into that extra large condom, grabbing it hastily off the bed, biting down across his bottom lip, fingers pumping over that thick, turgid cock. Every pulse of that cum-vein was another suffocating clench from inside that sack. Awash in that sea of nut, it was impossible for her to escape, even if she'd wanted to. She was nut. This was all she was now. All she could be. Whatever the future might have had in store of the busty kunoichi was snatched away, not so cruelly. She was far better off like this. Cum didn't have to worry about anything. And sure enough, her essence, as well, would find no escape, either. That soul, blocked from any semblance of an afterlife, was merely lifted up, from her body, and tugged out of her shell, right into those churing spanktanks, the orbs draining her of everything she had to offer. Another clench. Everything didn't feel tight this time. In fact, she felt more malleable than she ever had . . . Until, with a final clench, and [b]GLRP![/b], her body and soul succumbed, and, infused with a touch of blue, the sloshing contents of that sack showed no signs Ino had ever even existed. It was a sexy enough thought to bring the chimera to a roaring orgasm, his feet pressing over those full, wobbling balls of his before, with a spurt, that boiling, musky jizz came rushing out of that tip in arcs of sticky ropes, splattering the bottom of the condom and quickly filling it up. All those luscious curves, her buxom chest, her pretty face, was worth this: Pleasure, and little more. No more Ino. Only steaming nut, threatening to fill the room with that potent, virile musk as he emptied his balls, utterly, with that rich seed. Somewhere in the din, a splurt or two had pressed her panties and kimono right back into that condom. Clenching his toes as pleasure surged through his body, while that ex-girl finally seemed to ebb, dripping from the end of that cock, before, with a shiver, panting, the minigiant stood up and, gripping the base of the condom, he pulled it off and tied it, coated in a healthy sheen of sweat. "Mmnh . . . Looking much better already.~" A blush ran across his cheeks, his length still leaking onto the floor. Messy . . . Taking a snapshot of his handywork after digging around for his phone for the only fans, he grinned. Lugging the bag off, he wrote I N O in permanent marker across the side before placing it in a room with the others, and closing the door behind him, already thinking about his next meal.~

Riley was looking for a night of fun with her self-proclaimed mommy, Dae, but what Dae hadn't realized was that her being there, waiting to churn up was almost complete coincidence, mistaking her for another cutie he'd called upon to churn, a happy accident Dae wouldn't come to find out til later, when his real meal showed up. All the same, the girl, body and soul, was allowed to enter that blissful paradise of hips and ass, fortuitously jiggling for eternity on her happenstance mommy. Welcome home, baby girl.~ (5/7/21)

Daegon let his tongue hang out as Riley's form began to break down. Although their meeting was a rather fortuitous accident, all the same, Riley would fill that role. She was little more than nutrients for a starving king. Her body began to be stripped away, not so long after she worked her last orgasm out. Her body, getting mushed away by that clenching stomach, slowly breaking her form down, but eventually, little more paste was all that remained, stripped of anything that resembled a human form. Nutrients siphoned away, promising, as always, to pad Daegon out. but soul, too, was melted away, adding to that form, and preventing a heaven other than the eternal bliss on her body, where she'd remain. While he searched for an adequate ribbon to adorn his tail with, many hours passed, and a braided black and orange ribbon ended up being the monument to an otherwise forgettable churn-whore. Still, something about her reminded the boy of . . . something. It was a bit of a comfort, really. A puff of toxic shit-gas let Daegon know Riley was ready to see her way back out, and sure enough, the bulge she'd made against his mid-section had been reduced significantly, little more than a light bulge against that loose, cream sweater. The smell was rank, and vile, nothing like the girl who'd gone in. "NNh . . . I know, I know." He huffed, pouting a bit before slipping out of his house, tying that banded ribbon to his tail, close to the tip, before slinking off and into a nearby alley. A proper, fitting burial for someone like that girl. His guts groaned, and complained, and it wasn't until those cheeks were exposed to the cold air after squatting down near a dumpster, his leggings and panties around his ankles, that Daegon found any peace, a trumpeting blast of gas once more heralding her exit, as rank, thick, sloppy log plopped onto the ground, splattering wetly onto each other, churning the cutie into a nasty mess, littered with bone and hair, as well as shreds of her clothing. A soft moan left Daegon blushing, shivering in that cold spring air before reaching down to pump over his length. "F-fuck . . . I hope I'm able to find another meal soon, I'm all horny again." He felt the familiar, tell tale sound of her skull popping out of his ass after dispensing thick, nasty log after the next, finally finishing decorating the mini-mountain of ex girl with all that remained, and that his body rejected: a nameless pile of boi-shit, wasted utterly in a random alley, to be utterly forgotten. Pressing his palm against the wall, he panted a bit, stroking and pumping the base of his cock before . . . "Nnh!" That cream splattered Riley's form one last time, coating her shit-caked skull in a deluge of rich, salted cream. Panting a bit, he wiped himself off on her shirt before blushing and tossing it onto the pile. Surely the next one would be just as willing to get so wild and lewd as this one.~

Some nameless whore of a milf had been hoping to find her end in the guts of Emilia_Waters, but apparently hadn't gotten the memo that the hungry permapred met her end in the cheeks of that milfboi! All too happy to correct her mistake, she'd learn, as she spent time with Daegon, craving to end in the cheeks of some powerful predator all her own, that Emilia was never meant to be her end. It was that ring she spent a good deal of her time lavishing with praise and saliva.~ However, all good things come to an end, and she was among those good things. Offered a final romp, she was happily bred before, offering up her feet to Daegon, letting herself get unceremoniously chugged by an uncharacteristically rough Kymairian king, all the way, sending teasing texts, photos, and videos to her daughter about the impending, then passed fate of her mother, making sure to upload a video of the whole thing. That soul of hers was Daegons, but the rest, upon her request, didn't hang off his cheeks, hips, or thighs. All that's left of her is a vile, rank dump.~ How utterly wasteful . . .~ (8/4/21)

Moonstalker sighed warmly, that body of hers was rapidly converted into a thick log. It was nearly as big as the milf that had contributed to it. Denied her final rights of one last huff of that toxic boi fart, he moaned as he squatted down over her bed, licking his lips. Keeping her phone steady in hand, he made sure to record every last moment. "Say hi to your mom's new form" he smirked, as he teased that daughter of hers, and that pile of what used to be a human woman began to remeerge into the world, debuting her nasty, shitty form, but not before heralding her arrival with a trumpeting blast of that rich gas. It was practically visible in the air. Teetering on his fingertips, as he arched his back and flexed that dark anal ring of his, his tongue hung out. The pleasure of pushing her out was as intoxicating as his own rank aroma as log after log after vile log dropped onto the floor below. He shuddered, a few of those bones pressing against his prostate on the way out, a rope of cockslop shooting over his fingers with a deep moan and a resounding splrtch while his body worked on finishing up ejecting her from his dirty rump. True to his word, nothing of her body remained to pack itself onto the boi's hips. All he'd insisted on retaining was that soul, since crushed into a past, and melded into his form. She would hug those walls, trapped in a liminal state of being as part of that slimy tunnel's flesh. "That's it ... I want all of you out." Soon the last log dropped from between those fat cheeks that had mulched the woman's intended predator, Emilia. In a way, Emilia was still able to churn that fat girl meat, only as part of Daegon. Gritting his teeth, he whipped around with some difficulty before splattering that pile with so much nut, moaning deeply the whole time, gripping the sheets with his left hand before relaxing it, and lapping off the dregs of those emptied balls from his right ... The phone was easily able to see bits of the milf still clinging to his pucker before he grabbed her sweater and tore part of it up ... One of those shreds was hung from his tail like a ribbon, but the other was used to wipe what was left of her from his cheeks. Squeezing those cheeks of his for the camera one last time, a deep, bellowing fart rang out before he ended the video, and, uploading it to his account, sent that to his daughter and crushed the phone, tossing it into the pile and walked out of the room without looking back. The thought of his food never crossed his mind again.

Nevrenia spent more than a year in the not so quiet service of Daegon. Where once she'd planned to assassinate himself after a contract went out for the King of Kymair, the contractor had failed to take a rather important measure into account: Raw appeal. One whif of that potent fuck-musk and the poor kitten was hooked. But eventually, Daegon desired more from his toy than she could offer up without risk . . . So he used her throat. A single throat pounding was all it took to ruin her. He'd fucked her brain-dead. With the kitten broken beyond repair, all that was left to do was claim his pet in the bubbling abyss of those balls, down to the very soul and waste her, utterly and completely in a messy cumsplat.~ (11/5/2021)

A shiver and a blush, as his sack clenched and churned around the girl who'd at once point been sent to kill him, now just a cock-addicted, ball-huffing condom filler. Her curvaceous body and supple form were compacted to what felt like their limit, but as he wrapped his fingers around his length and used those soft, heavy paws to massage more of her flesh through the oven that was those sloshing cum-tanks, his eyes closed and his plush bottom lip pouted out. Claiming her body was an easy task, as he closed his eyes and tugged on that needy fuck-meat as the kitten's body started to break down beyond repair. Softened beyond reason, she was left with cummified stumps as one part of her after the other sloughed into the ever-sloshing mixture. She wouldn't even have the ability to finger herself by now, not that the brain-dead fuck-pig of a cat-girl could have done anything that wasn't in loyal service to the king, or more specifically, that mass of mocha cockslab that'd claimed her. He shivered, checking her form with his pads. In his pleasure, he hadn't even noticed there was hardly any of her left . . . A more thorough check, and he realized she had completely bubbled down into nothing but spunk. He shivered, and a near squirt from his cock was met with a gasp, before he clamped down on that mixture and pressed the flat of his palm to his cock, as if it was going to be enough to stop it before the faint blue soul of hers sat in the mixture . . . A deep, rumbling shiver before at last, that, too, had broken down into that heavy cream, and was summarily absorbed by the walls of flesh that had utterly ended her, but his eyes rolled back into his head and the poor king simply couldn't hold off any longer. Pumping and stroking needily, those feminine moans echoed throughout the halls of his palace, the thick squirting ropes of former cat shot out of that cock-tip lick a cannon, leaving Daegon groaning as nutslop rained down over his bedroom walls, the sheets, his body, turning his bedroom into a jackson pollock painting using only cat for the paint base. "Nnh . . . All mine.~" His tongue hung out. The pleasure was [i]intense[/i] - It wasn't like he was able to use a turgid length like this all that often. Not without ruining the cutie he was using it on. As ropes became streams, and streams became bubbling drool, the last of what had used to be Nevrenia was all used up. "And all gone . . .~" A warm sigh escaped his lips, before relaxing. He could get up later to clean himself off, but for now? He was just going to bask in the warmth of his own lust, sated.~

Ilasiak_Cream had been waiting quite some time for her lover to churn her away, into hips and padding after being recalled from Meltira. After what felt like a year, she was used for one last breed, before a greedy chimera king wanted her to join his body most permanently. Sending her fate to her friends through a live cast, they'd be able to watch through her phone as he chugged the obedient vixen up and into his cheeks, to slosh away into slurry. Not wanting to waste what was surely to be a great dump, Raven got a late night "booty call" to come recieve a most unique gift, and there, on the bathroom floor, Raven got buried in a mountain of what used to be a cute vixen, now only hips, padding, and a mountain of shit. Body and soul, she was his, forever, wobbling eternally on those hips.~ (11/21/2021)

Dae would awake, some hours later. What was left of Ilasiak had simply broken down into chyme, and slurry, washing about constantly. He huffed a bit, as that body of hers really did a number on him. His gut had plumped up, and quite a bit of Ilasiak ended up on Dae's hips and ass. An errant puff of that noxious shit-gas woke him up from his deep slumber, and his guts bubbled . . . Bleary eyed, he realized he wasn't going to be getting too much sleep. Grabbing his phone, he sent a text to another fox, telling her to get her cute little ass over if she didn't want to miss out on another fox's stunning finale. Rolling back onto bed, his face pressed into the pillow for another thirty minutes until he found Raven standing above him, and the jingling of a keyset he gave her. Huffing a bit, his fingers slowly traced over the padding Ilasiak had ended up as. No sense letting the byproduct go to waste. A puff of errant shit-gas here and there, and she'd no doubt have her nose buried in against it, huffing it like her life depended on it. And so, he allowed her to stay like that, with her face parked in those cheeks, with what was left of that fog drained back into his lower intestine. Hours longer, and all that hadn't been assimilated into Dae's body was packed in that colon, aching for its release, with a heated BWFRRRRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTT! The sounds that foxy dump made were downright crude, and as his guts twisted a bit, he huffed. He couldn't ignore it anymore. Taking a very eager looking Raven into the bathroom, and sitting her down on her knees, his toe-claws clacked over the tile in the bathroom, and his anus relaxed, before log after thick, sloppy brown log loosed from his pucker, and onto the needy pervert below. Dumping one fox onto, and into, another. Recycling at its finest. "Mmmnh . . . Ilasiak is all mind, but I'm all too happy to share what's left. A little prelude to your fate.~" Before another thick, turgid turd slapped meatily down against her chest. Slowly, a mountain of ex-girl would mush into Raven's fur. Bones and fur clumped in that waste, as Daegon selected an orange and green striped ribbon to tie to the end of his tail. All that was left of Ilasiak buried the poor Raven who was, inevitably, doomed to take that very same trip, but what mattered was that the most important parts of Ilasiak were stored on Daegon, body and soul, for eternity.~

Talon_Sombra kept Daegon in her compound for little under a year, after managing to mulch one of the overwatch agents for good, just to keep the heat off him. Eager to huff gas from this mysterious ally of hers, and otherwise service the minigiant, Olivia found herself giving all to Daegon. What Daegon hadn't been aware of is just how deep her desire ran; that every night would see her fingering herself to D.va's demise. A fate she envied, and one she'd eventually demand for herself. Gifting Daegon with a hefty cockslab and balls to match, before locking it up in a tight cockring, she let herself get fucked raw and ruined, filled to the brim with her master's nut, and with that out of the way, with cameras on him to livecast, he taunted any other overwatch agents that might be watching, as well as talon operatives, letting them know what fate awaited them, and that they deserved. A final messy orgasm repainted that bed, before he signed off, letting his followers know exactly where they can find him to end just like his dear Talon.~ (11/24/2021)

Daegon panted a bit, as time rolled on. Her body had been clenched away, and with his hands constantly working at that heavy mocha cockslab of his, a parting gift to him (and anyone else in overwatch or talon he might decide to destroy in the coming day) from his corazon. She was gone. Delicate caramel skin, gorgeous black locks with violet highlights, even sensuous, sumptuous curve, deleted and nulled for a thick load. The cockring she'd fitted on him vibrated, and once more, his tongue was forced to hang out. His nipples stiffening, he tried to get a handle on himself, but the pleasure was too great, and he simply couldn't hold back anymore. Tugging heavily at that length, he stroked and pumped in heat and need until, with one final clench, everything that had been hidden in those slut churners was loosed in an eruption of that heavy cockslurry, tinged just a little darker due to what he'd robbed from her. His eyes rolled back in bliss, those gloves and her bra, along with gallons of post-girl nut splashed across the bed, his own body, and the wall behind. It was quite the money shot, and at least one of the overwatch agents watching creamed, and hard. He bucked his hips as he pumped rope after rope of that heavy cream down over those sheets. Having plastered himself with his own lust, it began to leak down and over the sheets, onto the floor. Everything already set up . . . He'd likely find some nest egg in his bank account later. She really did give him everything . . . There was a moment where he leaned up, and smooched the tip of that bubbling prick, getting quite a taste of that salted sweet cream. She was all his . . . Body and soul, now. His sack even seemed a bit larger than it had been a few minutes ago, and that was before he noticed the mark she'd left on his sack. "Cheeky slut.~" He blushed quite a bit. There were so many other girls who'd look fantastic, as little more than tattoos on his body, and extra padding . . . "I'll leave an address where you can find me.~" He teased at the camera, before grabbing it lazily with his tail, and letting his tongue hang out, giving a great view into his open jaws, before doing the same to his cockslit. "And one of us can apprehend the other.~" Before turning the camera off, and relaxing a touch, enjoying the afterglow of lazing in a puddle of his love . . .

Dixie_Michaels spent far too much time around his little brother Yuki - who worships his "mommy" dae's predatory cock any chance he gets. Maybe that's why he ended up melted away into a mess of nut-slop, coating young Yuki in the process. No wonder he ended up splattered all over his little brother.~ At least you won't be alone too long~! (3/16/2022)

Daegon sighed sweetly, as his nuts, having finally clenched away the last of the little femboy and the Yuki's sweet brother, there were no further protests. The only thing that remained of him to identify was the slight pastel blue and pink streaks that now tinged the nut lying just inside. His bottom lip hanging open, using Yuki's face as little more than a toy, his heart pounding, those cumvats clenched onto last time before spraying what remained of the cockslop that used to be Dixie up and into the air in a rather glorious fountain of spunk. Roaring in pleasure as that length erupted, spewing that thick nut-gunk everywhere while Yuki, for his part, was subjected to the radiant scent of that heady cock-slurry that voided itself onto his face, chest, back ... threatening to singe anywhere it had landed. "Hff . . . All mommy's again, Dixie~" He teased to noone in particular, given the state of the trap, or what was left of him. A wasted puddle of jizz that coated the room ... Dae panted, trying to catch his breath, his arousal having gotten the better of him, even forcing him to lose his composure, but as he pressed the tip of that length, to let young Yuki nurse from it, guzzling down what he could and swelling his tum, he couldn't help licking his lips, thinking about how that boy was destined to take the very same pleasurable ride, hopefully enjoying himself a bit more than his older brother had.~

ThiccRetsuko came in to her superiors office, hoping to discuss something of a promotion. A few heated gropes, and it became clear that the chimera had something else entirely in mind for the red panda, and with her body sealed in those guts, it looks like Retsy is more of a team player than she'd been before, though she loves to put extra strain on Daegon's outfits. At least Retsuko doesn't have to worry about finding a meaningful position, padding out her boss's curves forever.~ (4/14/2023)

Moonstalker sighs sweetly, that cock of his twitching as that girl was melted down into soft, warm, wobbling tummy. Retsuko, once a middling worker, was reduced to a bit of chyme and sludge in the chimera's gut. His fingers sank into his tummy, appreciating all the paunch Retsuko had managed to work into his form, and it would take some time for her curves to be redistributed into where they would look much more enticing, but a soft moan as he appreciated just how sensitive all that new pudge felt, still idly humping his now full tummy, full of nothing but sloshing nutrients and sludge . . . But as time went on, hours later, that gut would shrink, leaving traces of Retsuko hanging from that soft tum . . . But as for the panda, everything she had to offer was cherished and claimed by the lewd boi.

AliceWonder was a sultry little snack. It's not uncommon for Daegon to get such straightforward requests, but to be begged to be mulched so ruthlessly by a complete stranger . . . This creature was clearly bred for a singular purpose. Despite Dae's normally cozy and maternal nature, something about that pitiful, needy thing riled a desire unlike any other in Daegon, and with a quick, messy breeding, Dae had used the toy up. The result? Jiggling on his ass, hips, thighs, and just utterly wasted.~ Dae waits eagerly for a certain cutie's fiance to come huffing about, so he can reunite the two lovebirds~ (7/1/2024)

Moonstalker offered up one last clench. His guts worked over that boy inside, and as his humping into that soft, soupy gut picked up both speed and force, he felt his charge finally break down in earnest after only minutes . . . What was left was a collection of broken bones, and other bits he'd rather not fathom - a veritable crime scene of post digestion viscera. Best left unimagined . . . With one flick of his tail, his cock left one last splatter of nut to spray all over the now hefty underside of tum . . . His tongue hanging out, the lion left panting, he looked thoroughly pleased, patting the ... well, it would have been the rump. Hard to tell what was what anymore. He'd have laughed a bit were it not for the sudden, ear shattering belch that ripped out of those lips, slime splattering down onto that full, sloshing tummy . . . with a soft, delightful purr, he squished that plush tum, shivering a bit. It'd been too long since he'd claimed a cutie like this . . . But as he mused over the contents of his gut, he saw the all too familiar swirl of blue, faintly. Even the soul of the boy was getting churned up into the same slop, doomed to pad out those soft cheeks, plush thighs, lovely hips and even that softening tummy . . . Wiping his lips with that shirt, he couldn't help giggling . . . "Seems like you were all too eager to embrace your true nature.~" Before he felt a familiar puff of gas. Not even requiring the usual period of digestion, that meaty little treat pounded at that backside with a raucous PWFFFFFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBTTTTT. Daegon gasped. "B-but you just got here . . ." He bit his bottom lip . . . Still, if it meant indulging in that pleasure, Daegon wouldn't stall the final act! Right on Alice's bed, Dae shifted up and onto his knees, and with his tail raised, his cock twitched to life as the first thick loaf of ex-femboy slopped down onto the sheets. "Mmngh . . . S-so much cuter like this." loaf after loaf pressed up against Dae's pleasure button, the only way someone as worthless as Alice could pleased a real MILF like Dae. His face went flush, and he groaned, indulging in that pounding as bone and filth mashed against the prostate of the greedy, mature femboy . . . His own cock leaking rather profusely, til a third rope came splattering out onto the bed. It was enough for Dae to need to wrap his hands around his cock and pump away, the blue-tinged remains filled with the discarded bits of soul piling up before it shifted down onto the floor, making a proper mess with a resounding splatter. Finally, after a sweaty, cum-soaked 10 or so minutes, all that had been a cute femboy had been reduced utterly, permanently to sludge . . . and like promised, he grabbed that shirt of his, before wiping off the muck and filth that littered his hole . . . before tossing it casually onto the pile. "Nnh . . . You got everything you wanted, even if its more than you deserved. And if she wants to come around, I'll make sure to have your tombstone nice and smooch ready...~" Before a final, trumpeting BWFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT was left to linger in the room, submerging it in a visibly green fog, Dae left to wander off, eager to find a different cutie.~

Cemi_Jinjhal is . . . a mystery, all told. While roaming the lands of Eorzea, Daegon found himself craving. Brushed up against by Cemi by mistake, what started as an accident quickly led to a pent-up king lifting Cemi up and off the ground with nothing but the sheer size of that fucklog. A potent musk was more than enough to let her leave her guard down, and call to bear her heat and need. It'd almost be comical, if Dae's gurgling guts and boiling nutbatter weren't so eager to be restocked . . . Pinned by choice paralysis, jaws came clamping down over her head, and her feet were hastily stuffed into that cockslit, letting them fight it out and eagerly teasing (and tasting) the cutie all the way down, but in the end, her hunger won. Now, any future the MILFcat might have had was cut short, annihilated by guts and hunger. Even her final moments were a mix of pleasure and despair, but now she just spends her time wobbling away on a flank easily big enough to pin a primal to the wall~ Though, while he was in, he'd like to reunite the mother with her kittens ...~ (11/5/2024)

Moonstalker sighs sweetly as he finally let the last of his pent up nut escape in a violent explosion of heavy, tar-thick nut splattering against his tum and running down his thighs, while the last of Cemi broke down . . . But even as that soul would attempt to pass on, his guts, crushed that chance too, melting it down much in the same way her body had but far, far easier. This was her fate, now and forever, and as his hands gripped his own sides, he cooed . . . Already, he could feel that cutie redistributing herself exactly where she needed to be. Whoever she was was unimportant now. Her adventure was over, and her future was nothing but padding . . .


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Player's Note

On perma: While I'll generally accept most people who ask, my gallery doesn't lend well to IRL images. I don't mind playing with them, I just can't perma them as is; I can, however, substitute them with drawn image references.

On being approached by me: I'm not necessarily looking to play on this alt, but chances are I'll only contact you from him at first.

On repeated contact failure: If I can't get a hold of you after repeated attempts, I'll assume you're disinterested and throw ya on the block list so as to avoid wasting anyone's time further. If you wish to appeal a block or suspect you have been blocked, PUB me.

On assumptions: What I'm doing, what/who I'm interested/not interested in, what I'm after. I'm a straight shooter. Assuming is the quickest way to kill momentum and send a convo down the drain. This goes double for perma; I never go into an RP assuming it's permavore. TL;DR If you're not sure, just ask.