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twitchesandstitches · 5 years ago

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Voraciously Loving Raven Comm

Commission for a friend, who asked for something with a huge punky Raven with a massive butt affectionately gobbling up Starfire after already filling up on some criminals!

Featuring extreme size difference, Raven as a bottom-heavy dumptruck-type and Starfire as a (proportionately smaller) amazon, safe vore for Starfire, regular vore for the criminal prey, extreme amounts of piercings.

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The gigantic figure of the superheroine Raven drifted up from the beachfront property of Jump City, carrying a considerable reduction in the city’s plummeting violent crime rates. Magic poured out around her and crystallized into the physical form of black pseudo-fluid, so that she flew freely, towards home. Magic gushed out from it, telekinesis buoying her upwards so that she actually flew. To a massive tower shaped like the letter T, she went, floating into an open balcony and dropping down with a nasty thud like a truck slamming down.

It had been many years since Raven had begun her career as a superheroine. The image of her as a small and slender young lady was very outdated.

The embers of magic around her body fluttered like a cloud of black feathers caught in an updraft and winked out. It seemed they’d been supporting her whole body, as she sank even deeper to the floor, tiles cracking around her immense weight; unconcerned, she walked onwards.

The building was the T-Tower; both headquarters and residence of the superhero team called the Teen Titans, though the name was rather inaccurate given that now all of them were over twenty. It was built to resist the constant villain attacks it had suffered in older days, but it hadn’t accounted for Raven’s physical power: as she walked down, the floors creaked in protest, her heels making tiles shatter when she stepped down too hard. She did her best not to, wobbling with an ungainly stride, her body now so large and her hips so wide that they touched both ends of a hallway even while she walked in the middle of it.

She came into a sideroom where someone was waiting for her. Raven’s belly preceded her into the room, greatly distended by the mass of today’s meals, and she was only marginally aware of anything but the rapturous pleasures of digestion. Certainly she didn’t notice the glowing green eyes of someone floating near the ceiling, watching her adoringly.

Raven seemed distracted, perhaps by the huge belly that preceded her into the room, or the pleasures of her digesting meals; her sexual appetites had grown intertwined with her physical hungers, and few things were as pleasing to her as feeling things melt inside her. Her digestive processes were loud, the gurgling of various internal chambers mixing with the wet and pulsing shifting of her gut, and yet it was strangely soothing all the same.

Raven waddled, her head almost rising clear to the ceiling, more than three times taller than a normal human and impossibly wide for her height too; her hips especially had so much girth that it affected the way she moved, wobbling about in a clumsy pseudo-gait that was honestly rather cute. It might have just been her not being used to walking with heels, or that between her massive breasts, her huge gut, and her enormous hips, she had multiple centers of gravity conflicting against each other and unsteadying her all over.

In all honesty, and perhaps especially from the perspective of the woman watching the giant stride through, it was awe-inspiring watching her move. The woman was massive, easily standing fifteen feet tall at least without heels; a nearby counter rose somewhere around the level of her plump knees, and she was broader across at the torso than most doors were wide. For the most part her body would have been considered amazonian (tall, broad shouldered, and her hips the single largest part of her, all tending towards a heavier build), but even a side glance at the sheer amount of wobble in even the slightest movement made her extremely soft and well-fed body a fairly obvious sight.

From the impact she’d made, it was clear she weighed over four metric tons; more than a couple of trucks, and much of it from her bones being far denser and heavier than a human’s would be. The rest of it was from her girthy frame, and certainly a lot came from her breasts, and they were so large they defined a huge chunk of her entire silhouette, sticking out from her body by several feet, and spreading out sideways too.

In normal circumstances, those breasts would have spanned from throat to navel. But her belly was huge, a round and jiggly mass that served as a support platform for her breasts, propping them up nearly to the level of her shoulders, while the round slopes of that belly dipped past her groin, resting against thighs so big that several people could have been lost between them.

And there were bulges against the skin. They looked distinctively human-shaped; a lump that may have been a hand pressing for grip, perhaps. A more angular swelling where someone’s leg was pushed out. All of them were in constant motion, her gut twisted and heaving with muscular action mashing up her meals with demonically-enhanced digestive fluids, and if you listened close, you might hear faint words or shouting from inside her, mostly muffled by by thick flesh and the loud roars of her digestion.

As she walked, she placed her hand on her gut. Something in there moved against her, scrabbling desperately against her, and she cooed with very loud and obvious pleasure, a faint blush on her rounded gray face, her lips smacking with an echoing pop. Other feelings were stirring, the pleasures of digestion mixing into other pleasures, and on reflex she slammed her massive thighs together, both rows of eyes closing as she imagined someone pinned between them just as her foot got goopy…

Daydreaming to herself, she walked onwards, and the unseen watcher took her in with a faint sigh.

Raven’s hips moved in an unstoppable and patient sway with her every movement, a good portion of her overall weight contributed by them. They were wider than she was tall (and given that she was at least fifteen feet tall, this made them capable of swallowing up cars if she sat on one). Even with her coat designed to flow over them, it didn’t do much to conceal that her pants were but remnants, her enormously chunky thighs ripping through the fabric and leaving behind only enough to resemble panties at a distance. Actual panties were visibly stretched across her hips, soft and lacey things that had probably once been a rather cute and modest design until the pressure of her hips had stretched them into a distended psuedo-thong.

She moved carefully, her hips and thighs so much larger than the rest of her that she looked like a ship buoyed on a swelling tidal wave; they were so broad that she couldn’t really move her thighs apart. They touched, regardless of how wide she tried to spread her legs. And those thighs were massive; they weren’t toned in the slightest, more like chunky saddlebags carried on her body; rather than the smooth and firm bubbly thighs expected from more active heroines, Raven’s thighs looked exactly as heavy as they actually were. They didn’t wobble so much as had their own ponderous tides, and to place a hand in them would certainly get that hand sunk in deep, but there was no telling if you’d actually hit muscle before you ran out of arm to keep sticking in.

This was easier to appreciate given that, in the fashion of pantyhose, she’d worn chain-nets (which were like fishnets, but a lot more badass); heavy metal links, small but strong enough to support her enormous thighs and give them some more defined shape. Her thighs were simply too heavy without more architectural support, though, and many of the links had surrendered to the tide of flesh and busted straight off, leaving big gaps where her thighs bulged out. In any case, the chainnets sank deeply into her thighs, causing a lot of x-shaped patterns and chunks of thigh pushing out like cookie dough through a cutter.

She wore knee-high boots, of the kind that wouldn’t go amiss at a revolutionary punk rally or perhaps a biker gang greatly concerned with style. Her thighs bulged up hugely around them, fitting into them a bit like an unusually fat cat trying to force itself into a tube a third it’s size; they fit, alright, but there was a lot overflowing it. Rounded bulges swelled out from pretty much every direction, shaking heavily with particularly strong steps and motions, and the sight of it would put a speculative thinker in mind of muffins.

Those boots (imposing and made of black leather, the metal caps resembling a fearsome beak) probably contributed to her walking difficulties. They were high heeled elevator boots, the heels tall enough to raise her height by half a foot, and given how much smaller her calves and feet were, it was putting over four metric tons of weight into some proportionately very small areas; with the spike of her high heels, no wonder her steps were breaking up floors.

Her butt was very big; not as large or deep as her hips and thighs might suggest, and it was dwarfed by them, but it was still very big. The watcher noted this with some great interest, her red hair curling around her more excitedly as she drank in the sight.

The gargantuan mass was obvious even through the massive leather coat she wore; it was a magnificent affair, a hooded trench coat of dark leather and a feathered mantle across the shoulders and back all the way to the bottom, so that she rustled faintly as she walked cautiously around.

It was a lovely coat, a physical paragon of punk aesthetic given a very stylish form. Over a dozen spike piercings extended through special holes, the sleeves brimmed with the mystical runes of Raven’s mysterious home realm, and the front of it was specially adapted for someone who had a chest that would pose a normal threat to any normal coat or shirt (or hadn’t been modified to hide bean bag chairs, for whatever reason). People could hide underneath it, clinging to her legs and vanishing beneath its purple folds (and probably into her thighs), and it was every bit as dramatic as the cape she’d worn as a younger woman.

Even so, while it was incredibly thick and perfectly capable of functioning as actual body armor, it did very little to conceal her butt; it was just large enough to render that a moot point, even if the thighs’ swell was more notable. The watcher in the dark looking on lovingly, her own hands clenching as if longing to sink them into that massive, glorious backside.

Raven raised her hands to the hood hung low over her head, shaped to give the distinctive silhouette of a raven’s beak. The hands were soft and pudgy, not so much fat as just rather big, the nails longer and thicker than a normal human’s, black nail polish outlining something more like claws. The fingers didn’t wear rings as much as they were encrusted with them; gold, bronze, silver and more, locking together in a shining carapace, some with spikes, some with befanged monster designs, some linked together with chains. With a deft motion and a faint scratching sound, she flipped her hood off.

Purple hair fluttered, cut fairly short. It might have been careful styling that made them resemble feathers; possibly not. She had not just the usual pair of eyes, but two rows, stacked above the other, and both sets glowed a faint and inhuman red as her eyes adjusted to the light, and the woman waiting for her in the dark studied the fine details of Raven’s face, taking in the softness of cheeks filled out with years and calorie-rich meals, all her eyes gently curved and half lidded with her satisfaction.

There were also the piercings, the studs, and the jewelry. Over the years, as Raven’s control over the emotionally-influenced aspects of her powers had gotten better, she’d felt more comfortable with expressing her taste in fashion, drifting from gothic vibes to genuinely punkish looks. Raven wasn’t just a punk now; she was the counter-cultural paragon of shock and awe, and she was covered in so many piercings that she was genuinely nervous around magnets.

Her thin eyebrows were a clustered mass of glittering studded chunks of metal, curling ladders of rings linked together by small chains, and more of those chains linked to the masses of elaborate rings in her ears, curling underneath her short hair. Her nose glittered from every angle with the studs and piercings set into it. Her lips were very heavily piercings, with a wide assortment of rings and studs of various sizes, and right on her lower lip, there was a ring piercing that was far too small for her, her lip bulging around it and folding over it as she worked her mouth about. It was fair to say she had dozens more piercings all over her body, unseen but still suggested by her tight clothing. Some in very intimate places indeed!

She paused a moment, and an enormous red chakra gem upon her forehead glowed faintly. It was easily as big as her fist (which was entirely capable of swallowing someone’s arm with a faint grip), and covered most of her forehead. From it, many pounds worth of intricate jewelry fanned out, fabrics and gossamery metals fluttering around her face, and the regal assemblage gave her face the faint impression that she was wearing a very splendid veil.

Raven smiled faintly, and then seized up; she clapped a hand to her mouth, the clanking of rings not enough to stifle a rich burp that had its own force; the onlooker nearly was knocked into a wall and had to float back up, and Raven’s massive belly rumbled, several distinctly human-shaped bodies shifting desperately until her stomach churned them into obedient stillness. The constant digestive rumblings from her gut, already serving as a soporific theme around her, grew loud enough to drown out voices if there’d been any then.

She certainly enjoyed the sensations; placing her hands on her heavy belly, Raven moaned in soft pleasure, rubbing her hands over a few distinctive bulges where her meals pressed against her stomach wall; it just felt so good feeling them move, and she felt massively lusty, feeling them slowly digesting and melting away into her body, becoming part of her…

Raven smacked enormous lips nearly as thick across as her hands were wide. Dark purple lipstick gleamed softly with a faint metallic shine, contrasting sharply against the gray of her face, a fact that the onlooker never failed to be intrigued by.

In fact, the onlooker drifted a bit closer, seemingly unable to keep herself away from Raven’s immediate presence, and knocked over a small table with a muscular leg drifting too low.

The human response to an unexpected noise in the dark would have been surprise. A little bit of fear, even. But Raven was not entirely human, and operated on a different set of instincts. She did not flee, she would always charge, and that had been true even before her indulgences and growing gluttony

Raven launched herself across the room, catching the mystery figure with her hand wrapping around its face and a cloud of hair. It didn’t seem that someone so big should move so fast, but her telekinetic powers gave her a turn of speed like a cannon firing, and her thighs were mostly bulky with fat, but there was a lot of muscle there. More than twice as big around as her entire body, folds dipping above her knees and chainnets dipping deep into them.

Raven’s mouth worked, her jaws distending inhumanly wide, enough to swallow multiple people whole, and then she worked them into a more human configuration. “How dare you-” She stopped, the sudden surge of rage and the various hungers that were now always at the forefront of her mind draining away into a soft warmth. “Starfire!?”

The woman now pinned against a wall by Raven looked positively delighted to have that massive writing gut pressing against her; her skin glowed faintly with an orange-red light, her eyes pools of soft green, and her hair a massive mane of red curls that looked very much like a living flame. She stared up into Raven’s eyes adoring, her face flushed and her gaze doing its best to be respectful.

Raven stepped back, pressing her fingers together apologetically and Starfire stood up. She looked tiny compared to Raven, her head somewhere around her waist, but most people came up far shorter than that. Starfire was genuinely a very large woman, a muscular and buff amazon who would have been imposingly gigantic compared to anyone but Raven. But then, even seven feet’s worth of massive breasts, big muscles, and raw sexual magnetism still fell short compared to Raven.

Raven’s entire persona shifted instantly; from an enraged and inhuman threat she shifted gears into something a lot cuter. In an awkward stagger, she took a tottering step back and struggled not to trip on her heels, or get dragged to one side or another by the weight of her jiggling thighs. “Oh… I’m sorry…” She mumbled, looking carefully down at her enormously swollen breasts, apparently very interested in the sloshing sound of their milk.

“It’s not your fault, dear friend!” Under her own power, and buoyed by the delight Raven always woke up in her, Starfire flew up into the air. She’d taken to wearing something like the traditional battle armor of her people, and it emphasize the massive swell of her hips, the bulky muscles of thighs broader than her torso, and served as ample support for breasts more than several feet across; the solar energy she absorbed tended to be absorbed directly into her body, making her larger and stronger as she’d mature.

Starfire kissed Raven softly on her gem, her lips brushing deeply against both gem and skin. Raven’s blush got a lot brighter, and her fingers twiddled more fervently. Starfire drifted lower, about half a head’s height, and this time their lips met.

For a moment, Starfire simply kissed her, taking the lead. Her body lovingly met Raven’s again, her breasts docking atop Raven’s far larger pair and sinking in, a slosh of maternal liquid from beneath her. Starfire deepened the kiss, her stomach sliding into the bed of cleavage beneath her, her thighs sliding against her stomach so that she was finally resting entirely on Raven, and kissing her with the kind of passion she put into everything she did.

Raven was not used to passion, or being able to be so… direct. She could do so now, more or less safely, but she always needed a route there, a little bit of encouragement. Here and now, Starfire gave her what she needed, and slowly she carefully took hold of the much smaller women, cradling her, and kissed her back.

She could feel her meals digesting, the slow churn of her stomachs processing them into biomass grist, and it played with other appetites; her hunger and her sexual lusts seemed intertwined now, one and the same. Being horny made her hungry, and vice versa, and now she was feeling ravenous.

She kissed Starfire, first with timid and fluttery little assays at affection. As these were recieved with greater enthusiasm, Raven got a little bolder, kissing her more intensely until Starfire grew into a more passive figure, simply enjoying Raven’s attentions. This encouraged Raven, making her more fierce, until her massive lips were mashing against Starfire’s face and her jaws extending, reshaping and flexing so that her lips were sliding over her entire head. She wasn’t aware of herself doing it, but she simply wanted it, and as much of Starfire as she possibly could.

She deepened the kiss. Her tongue, an enormous and heavily pierced inhuman length, filled up Starfire’s mouth. Inside Raven’s mouth, Starfire’s cheeks bulged with the weight of a tongue thick around as her own arm. It kept sliding down her throat, and now Starfire’s throat swelled up massively, distending out like a frog in mid-ribbit, and for Starfire, it wasn’t enough; she sucked on the wet slab, her thighs sliding against each other longingly as dozens of studs and ladder-piercings pressed into Starfire’s expansive throat with a delicious friction.

They continued like this, moaning and panting lovingly into one another, and soon the passion abated, and Raven reluctantly withdrew her tongue and opened her mouth, allowing Starfire to emerge, her face and hair sopping wet.

Her eyes glowed with desire and adoration. Starfire said nothing at first and just hugged her tightly with all the strength capable of crushing a car with a single figure. Raven squeaked as droplets of milk threatened to soak her shirt, but she allowed Starfire to keep doing it. She just had to indulge her.

Starfire rubbed Raven’s full belly with her thighs, flexing her body against it in an exploring way, and smiled knowingly as she felt the people moving in there. “Ah… you filled up on criminals, lover Raven!”

Raven blushed, looking around awkwardly. It was an open secret among her friends that Raven wanted, or perhaps needed, to devour people; it was her greatest vice, and her greatest pleasure, and perhaps in some ways she needed to do it to survive. Her entire body was engorged with the mass absorbed from her villainous prey, and over the years, their entire rogues’ gallery had become inches on her body and frame. Doctor Light, the Brotherhood of Evil and the various monstrous servants of more fearsome foes had all long since been melted down, their consciousnesses extracted and subjected to harmless lives and serving out their sentences.

Nowadays, more ordinary criminals satisfied her cravings. Purse snatchers, would be muggers, people who refused to move aside for pedestrians… Raven would simply open her mouth on patrol and inhale, or knock them down and swallow them in a single gulp, or pull them in with shadowy tentacles from her mouth. And nothing, nothing, made Raven more pleased than feeling people inside her, squirming and wriggling.

It didn’t have to involve digestion, either.

Starfire leaned forward, kissing her again, but chastely. Affection, without physical desire.

“I’m, um. Not completely full,” Raven said, sheepishly, but desire for her smaller lover compelling her to say it.

Starfire tilted her head. “Oh?”

Raven couldn’t help but smile. “How close do you want to be to me?”

“As close as possible!” Starfire hugged her tightly.

“How about… inside me?”

Starfire looked up at her, blinking, and squealed with delight. “Oh, absolutely, Raven! At once, if you can!”

Raven smiled, her body trembling in expectation and anticipation, and some urge for predatory behavior mingled with genuine affection and desire, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer. “All, all right!” Her head ducked, kissing Starfire again.

The warmth bloomed, between them, a hot flash where their lips met. Starfire clung to her, a wide but tight hug, her body beginning to sink into Raven’s fat body.

Raven’s jaws widened, slackening just enough. Starfire purred with expectation, wiggling her face into the wet hotness pressing on her, as that long slab of a tongue slid beneath her jawline and neck, tilting her head forward. Starfire made herself float upwards, to make it easier on Raven.

Raven pushed her mouth forward, her lips forming a sort of suction seal over Starfire's head and then her hands as Starfire pushed her fingers in. She sucked in, intending to savor her, and the smaller heroine slid in, with such excitement (Starfire eager to please her, Raven craving her in this most intimate fashion) that Starfire’s head and shoulders were already inside her body.

Hold it, hold it! Calm down! Raven thought desperately, even as her throat pulled at her of its own volition, various organs rearranged themselves in expectation, and her body rumbled impatiently.

Starfire’s head and her massive hair slid down the wet tunnel around her, every inch of it curling around her and trying its best to be as close to her as possible and funnel her downwards at the same time; it was a fine metaphor for their relationship, perhaps. She wiggled in pleasure, a single thought pulsing in her mind: she was truly inside lover Raven, completely engulfed on all sides!

A warm and fuzzy feeling, distinct from the usual minglings of sexual obsession and hunger, made Raven feel strangely content. Those other feelings were there, a part of it, but not the whole of it as usual.

She tilted her head up as Starfire’s shoulders slid down, and allowed Starfire to slide down like the world’s most intense and slow, soft kiss. It was different from the normal way she devoured her prey; there was no force, no wild predatory surge.

Starfire’s weighty breasts squashed past her lips, sinking into Raven’s tongue and then descending down into her, along with her midsection, abdominal muscles engulfed by her throat.

Then, her hips; her butt. They were so much wider than her usual prey, so much thicker and heavier that for a moment Raven felt alarmed at the sheer mass, a more wild part of her regretting that she wouldn’t digest this meal; she was just so thick, she’d make so much food! She stifled the thought, instead savoring the sensations of Starfire’s backside filling her up, and then her thighs slid down. By now, Raven’s throat was a massively defined bulge in the shape of Starfire’s body, her entire neck distorting around it. Again and again, a pulse of warmth came from the weight in her body now, wild thoughts racing in her mind: Starfire’s inside me, oh, OH, i can feel her moving, feel her breathing, she’s in me!

Then there were her feet, and those two descended into her grip.

Starfire went down, her body gradually descending deeper into Raven’s guts, but not into her digestive chambers. Raven had rotated her insides in preparation, and now a completely different set of organs was waiting for her, welcoming her with a soft and cushioned interior. Starfire slid gently onto something that felt like a very big, wet bit, little tendrils and longer tentacles extending from the walls and curling patiently around her.

Bit by bit, all of her came down, the bulge in Raven’s thrown growing fainter as she swallowed Starfire entirely. More and more of her slid down, until with a very faint gulping sound, she was gone, and entirely inside her.

Raven had to steady herself as she felt Starfire happily squirming in her, various tentacles securing her and finding their own ways to please the new occupant, and it mixed with the sensation of her other prey being genuinely digested. There was so much moving in her, some being melted down and some loving her, and her belly was swelling outwards, sinking past her knees with its new precious occupant.

Pleasure flooded her, so heavily and violently that she had to sit down.

“Ohhh…” Raven murmured, stroking her belly and letting herself fold as closely around Starfire as possible. “I think I want more of this…”

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