A Night for a Hex

In the darkness of her room, the only light being the flickering glow of candles, Rachel stared at one of her many books of hexes. Hundreds upon hundreds of curses were scrawled across every ancient page, each one she knew by heart and could recite a thousand times without fail. The only reason she reread every tome that lined her shelf was to sate her manic obsession.

Nothing normally broke the extreme concentration held behind her spiral eyes and crooked smile, but when the bubbling in her stomach produced a high pitch squeal forcing itself way out of her rectum, she quickly perked up. Its noxious aroma filled the air and crept into her nostrils, but the smell didn't bother her. After all, she didn't really shower much. Instead, she smiled and looked at her pudgy gut.

“Oh, finally done?” She cackled, lovingly caressing her stomach. A pressure began to build as the remains of yesterday's meal begin to pile up against the back exit. Another bubble of gas erupted from her bowels. “Heehee, I guess I can let you out now.”

She rose from her seat and departed from her bedroom to the outside world. The evening was beginning to fall in the woods she called home. The fading orange glow was peeking through the thick brushes of leaves swaying in the breeze above, darkness steadily overcoming the light. The cries of native Pokemon rung out through the trees and tall grasses, but none were close enough to be a bother. The woods were supposedly haunted with tales aplenty as to why, but having lived for quite some time, Rachel knew they were just that. Stories and legends to tell the children so they wouldn't wander alone in these dangerous places. It made for a much peaceful land at the very least.

Another much more trumpeting fart came out of her surprisingly thick bottom, prompting her to hike up her dark skirt and squatted. Rachel let out a calm sigh as the breeze washed up against her delicate privates, surrounded by a small pubic forest, and the pucker below, both of which stood out greatly from her pale skin. Her spiral eyes looked down and the crooked smile returned as her anus twitched. Determining the Hex Manic was in position, the gateway yawned to a great gape with an another loud ass blast, a thick log of shit came sliding down to the grass earth below; steaming freshly in the cool evening air.

Long, brown, speckled with bones, hair, and particles of clothing, it told a story of another meal she ate and as it coiled into a pile, Rachel watched and reflected on it one last time, panting and softly cackling madly.

Charlotte had been traveling down route 88 when Rachel, waiting in the brush, found her. She was a cheerful sort, humming a tune while walking with a confident step. Her belt was lined with pokeballs, meaning she was just another trainer who just got one badge and was journeying to the next. Route 88 was the only road that cut through the forest and saw a lot of travel from both commerce and travelers alike. Though many had heard the tales, most who walked the road were either too busy to care or quite brave. This was all fine and good for the ghastly predator who lived in the woods.

Charlotte quickly spun around when she heard the rustling and found the Hex Maniac standing there like a ghost and breathing heavily. Almost immediately something didn't sit right with the girl and she was beginning to regret traveling in the dark of night, road lit only by the moon high above. Still, she put on her friendliest smile and waved.

“Good evening, miss. I'm Charlotte, nice to meet you.”

Hex woman's head tilted up, revealing maddened eyes and wicked, unstable grin.

“Um, would you like to battle or something?" Charlotte continued, a bead of anxious sweat forming. The woman replied with an utterance of strange and unworldly words. The trainer stared, confused at what was happening before deciding to continue on her way. She couldn't. Charlotte gasped and looked at her legs, a grayish glimmer was engulfing her legs and climbing up her body. Where it touched, she could no longer feel or control herself.

“Wha-What's happening!?” She cried as her body was taken from her, tears forming while the power rose to her neck and further. Soon, she was looking dead ahead and there, mere inches from her face, was the Hex Maniac. Her heavy breath came went in a small cloud of steam from cracked smile.

“You're mine now.” She muttered. Rachel gripped the young woman's shoulders and pulled her close. Eyes wide, pupils shrinking, Charlotte watched as her lips parted wide, long, drool-soaked tongue slipping out to lick Charlotte's cheek. Her brain was telling her body to run, but it wouldn't budge. The gaping maw hovered over her head, the back of her throat coming closer and closer while hot, steamy breath rolled over her face.

It felt like an eternity, but her lips eventually closed over her neck like a guillotine with her head lodged in the hex maniac's gullet. She didn't stay long, for with a heavy gulp she pulled down the shaft of rippling throat muscles; grip tighter than an Arbok's coils. The rest of her body followed in entering Rachel's lips after the first gulp. Charlotte could feel her body taken though there was nothing she could do but keep staring ahead down the contracting passage until she finally reached the sphincter on the other side. The tight ring expanded, giving her a brief view of Rachel's stomach before forcing inside its cramped confines.

She swore she saw pieces of bones floating in the acids pools below.

Outside, Rachel was lifting Charlotte's off the asphalt floor; butt firmly in her mouth. Charlotte's legs hung limply from her maw, the girl's head bulging up from underneath the gut of her dress. As she had consumed the young woman, she did so while filling the air with sickening slurps and wet noises of an elongated tongue savoring the meat. There was also a muffled cackling and moaning her and there as she really got into the sweet spots. Slowly and steadily now, the legs were lifted high from the ground and into the spit-dripping oblivion. In the end, her lips closed shut over her feet and she swallowed one last time.

There was a sigh, then those lips twisted into a demoniacal grin.

Rachel thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain in her ass. Charlotte's shit-stained skull was lodged in her rectum and it was putting up a fight instead of leaving. Biting her lip, the Hex Maniac put her all in pushing the blockage free. The skull moved tiny by tiny bite while she grunted and groaned with fists clenched until it finally blew out with a strained fart and rolled away to a stop. Rachel wiped the sweat from her brow, letting out a long sigh of relief. Below, the flow continued to fall smoothly; a fart occasionally sneaking out with the rest of the mess.

Now that the problem was out of the way, she resumed her thoughts of the night prior.

She turned her spiral-eyed gaze to the maze gut below and caressed it with both hands. Inside, the girl still couldn't move while the shuffling walls tightened around her, drenching her clothes and skin in acids. Wasn't long that they were beginning to do their job with a subtle stinging and holes opening in Charlotte's clothing. Despite being in her stomach, she could hear Rachel laugh.

“Heeheehee! What a tasty treat you were, I almost wish I could eat you again." She laughed again and started for the forest from whence she came. "Do you know what's going to happen next? My tummy's gonna digest you all up! You'll be nothing but bones and poop when my body's done with you! Heeheeheee!"

Gripped in pure, unadulterated terror, Charlotte couldn't believe this was happening. She wanted to struggle and fight her way out, but whatever spell that bound her still kept her body under its control. The walls were compressing her now and not letting her go, hugging every curve and rubbing against her. The acids were rising over her knee and breast, making its way to the roof of the chamber.

“I wonder what'll happen first, you digestion or the spell wearing off? I hope the latter, I love to hear my meals scream and fight as they get all goopy! Heeheeheeeee!”

That laugh was then interrupted by a rush of air escaping the clambering and manifested into a thunderous belch that echoed across the forest, scaring a few hoothoots from the comforts of their branches. While the Hex Maniac resumed her cackle, the hot, humid room suddenly became much tighter and the lack of air was quickly getting to the girl.

“How's it feel, huh?" She asked, patting the top of her distended gut. "Nice and cozy? After you're done in there, you're going to make my butt and boobs so plump! Sure, there'll be some belly fat too, but I know a few spells to get rid of that quick. Just a few more treats like you and I'll be the popular girl ever! None of the boys will resist me!" She looked to the side with a sly grin. "Maybe a few of the girls too. Heehee. Anyway, just use your last moments to think about my ass and boobs while you digest. I heard that works wonders!"

Charlotte didn't hear that last bit, her mind getting hazy with the lack of oxygen getting to work body and the thunderous gurgles surrounding her. She was beginning to lose the feeling in some parts of her body, which wasn't due to lightheadedness. Unfortunately, Rachel wouldn't be able to feel this girl's scream vibrate the inner walls of her belly or kick at them in a desperate struggle for her feet were long just a melted soup. Her hands soon followed along with the rest of her body sitting in a pool of stomach juices. This was aided by the hand prints pushing and mushing up what remained of her body.

Poor little Charlotte succumbed to the hellish chamber soon after and her body dissolved into a pool of what used to be an innocent trainer and her piled bones shuffling with the movements of the stomach.

“Aw, are you all done in there?” said Rachel, poking her sloshing gut here and there. “You didn't last long like the others. Oh well.” the Hex Maniac started caressing her breast in one hand and her thick rump in the other. “Whether you stayed in there all week or something, you're still gonna fat these tits and this ass! Heeheeehee!”

While Rachel returned home and studied and restudied various curses and spells, her stomach bubbled and churned, further breaking the contents of her stomach done before sending them along their way down the intestines. The remains that used to be Charlotte wormed their way through the tight, winding maze within the bowels of the Hex Maniac, the nutrients taken from the paste and leaving behind the waste that continued on to where it was packed up in Rachel's colon.

It was a slow process that went on from the dead of night to the light of day before it was finally ready to come out under the dying glow of evening. Rachel's shit would wait at the door until opened wide, letting in the world's light. With a rush of excess gas, it would slide out like a snake from its hole in the ground to the grass below and grew into an awful smelling pile.

With one final sputtery fart that spat up a few pokeballs, the trainer was finally expelled. Another end of the line for another meal swallowed, digested, and now just another pile of shit on the forest floor. She stood upright, stretched, and headed back inside as the dead of night now fell. She worried not a bit if anyone found the remains. If mother nature didn't take it, people would find it and assume the forest's curse still went strong. She also didn't worry about a lack of meals either.

After all, there was only one road between the towns.