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story by EagerPhobia go look at her other stories :--)

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Power leaned back against the wall, feeling her legs shake as they attempted to hold up the incredible new weight that had been placed upon them. She grit her sharp teeth, her eyes flicking up to look between the locks of her sweaty, blonde hair–right at the despicable human- no, the creature that had been torturing her for the past who-knew how long.

And all over one lousy piece of the Gun Devil! So what if the magnificence with which she dispatched the Automobile Devil ended up displacing the fragment, and so what if it just so happened to end up in the hands of another, equally powerful devil. who then promptly slinked off with it? That wasn’t her fault! If anything, it was Aki’s. He should’ve known that she was planning on letting the Devil consume her regal form, only to carve her way back out of it. Why was it her fault that he ended up using the Fox to “Rescue” her? She would’ve been just fine! She hadn’t managed to dent the Devil’s insides with her blood knives, but that was part of the plan too, of course! She-

“More.”

“O-Of course, Ms. Makima.”

And just like that, Power was instantly forced out of her internal ramblings. It was odd, not being able to even think on your own. Not as odd as the punishment Makima had been forcing upon the great and powerful Power, but still rather strange.

Power caught the thing Makima threw her way–yet another cheeseburger from that wicked place that Kobeni supposedly worked at now. Cowardly human! Retreating from the field of battle like that–and even claiming that Power was the cause of it! For shame!

Power couldn’t concentrate on those thoughts for long, however. Makima had ordered her to eat, and so she did. You didn’t disobey an order from Makima. You couldn’t.

RrRRrRROOOOUUUUURRRRGH!~

Even if you’d eaten enough to fill an entire extended family. Even if you were ready to burst.

Power gasped through a mouthful of burger, letting her free hand drift to her lower belly–cradling it as it angrily roared in her clutch. She had forced so much in there already.

Power had been lured here by Makima’s claim of a celebratory party in her honor. A momentous event and feast to commemorate her victory over the Automobile Devil.

She had indeed been presented with a feast. But no others to share it with. Makima commanded her to begin eating right away, and Power could not resist. In truth, at the start, she didn’t want to resist. But after eating so much food: entire roast birds, multiple pizzas, and enough horse sashimi and miso soup to drown a whole horse with… Power was more than sated.

Not that Makima cared, of course. She simply continued to watch Power with that same, spine-chilling look. The one she always wore, without fail. Something told Power that even if the terrifying beast were decapitated, her head would still be wearing that fiendish, slight smile.

Power finished the burger without even realizing it. It wasn’t like she could take her time when eating either. No, when Ms. Makima commanded something, it was done promptly. And so, despite her shirt and shorts no longer fitting at all–her shirt having rolled up to her truly bountiful breasts, and her shorts button having flung itself free long ago–Power had devoured her way through the half-pound burger in mere moments.

She took the moment of reprieve between meals to rub her poor, aching stomach. It was as if she’d swallowed a beach ball–like she’d devoured half of an entire cow. Which… Honestly, given how much beef was sitting in her tummy, she might have actually consumed that much.

It was stretched tight, sore, and pulsing. A hue of red spread from her navel to about halfway towards her sides. It was just that full… She felt as if her navel were going to either split open or invert at any second. So hot and hard in her grasp–like a water balloon filled with boiling water. And preparing to split right open like one…

“Again. Faster this time.” Makima said, walking up to Power and forcing a bucket of chicken into her hands. Which, of course, Power began to devour with blazing speed.

She groaned, attempting to force herself to stop, to fight against this overwhelming power that was compelling to feast until her insides became her outsides. It was no use, of course. Power knew that, somewhere deep inside. It was torturous to admit it, but there were certain things that even she couldn’t fight. That thing from Hell was proof enough of that… And just when she was finally starting to get over it too…

Glaring, yellow and red eyes, with rings lining their irises forced Power out of her stupor, and back into her feeding frenzy. She could feel her stomach stretching with each and every bite now–creaking, the very fibers of her being fighting to hold together… And she was only halfway through the bucket…

She groaned, her eyes clenching shut as the noise turned into more of a whimper–her belly roaring once again. She really was going to burst, wasn’t she? The great and mighty Power, reduced to a pile of slop…

“Don’t look so dejected, Fiend.” Makima’s words were as soft and smooth as silk–just as always. “You brought this upon yourself. And besides, after your punishment is over, all it will take to put you back together is a little blood. That seems a more fair fate than you deserve, if you ask me.” Makima laid a hand on Power’s belly, pressing it into the straining skin and organs and drawing a pained gurgle-creak combo from them. “Considering how you very nearly destroyed what I’ve been working towards for so long now.”

Power whimpered. She was powerless here, and Makima made sure she knew that. If the devilish woman wanted her to erupt, she would go off like the most vibrant firework in history. And, to make it even worse, Makima would somehow make her want to do that as well.

The thought sent shivers down her spine. Though, as she finished off her bucket of chicken, her belly now gurgling, roaring and creaking every second, she took solace in the fact that she at least hadn’t gone off yet. Doing so before Makima commanded it would’ve only led to further punishment–she knew.

Even still… “M-Ms. Makim- HoOoUUURRP!~ M-Makima, please, I can’t- GOH-WOOOOOUUUUUURGH!~ G-Go on!” She pleaded, and felt so incredibly foolish immediately after. The grand, valiant, genius Power… Reduced to begging. It was almost as if that was part of the punishment–Makima wanted Power to realize her place. That no matter what, she was low on the food chain. Makima could do whatever she wanted to her, and no amount of begging would change that.

“Good.” Makima said, running her hand over the taut, shuddering, explosive belly. “That means this will be over soon. Not much longer until you burst, I’m sure of it.” Makima poked her fingers into Power’s gut as she spoke, proving her point by showing that her digit refused to sink even a centimeter into the thinly stretched, itching, red skin. “One last thing, and then it will all be over. Honestly, I must commend you for taking so long before cracking and beginning to beg. Kobeni began almost immediately…” Makima trailed off, but Power felt a stabbing in her chest as she realized that Makima’s smile grew ever so slightly wider after mentioning Kobeni…

Makima left Power alone for a moment, exiting the room to retrieve the last item. It was at this point that power realized she had eaten everything that had been set out for her. All of that food–enough to feed every last person remaining in Public Safety… All tucked away under her vibrant red skin. It was almost enough to make Power feel prideful again. If it didn’t also make her feel ready to rip into a thousand pieces…

Makima returned a few moments later, a cardboard box in her hands. It had a lid, which was halfway open, and was trailing smoke. Foolish humans… How could they keep fire within such a flammable container? They should’ve used something that would at least burn faster–like a box made of napalm. That would be quite the scene when it ignited!

Power realized that the box wasn’t just holding fire and smoke as it grew closer–the sickly sweet smell that filled the air making her want to void her stomach’s contents all over the floor. Not that she could–Makima wouldn’t allow it.

When the box reached her… Power wanted to scream. It held an entire birthday cake. One decorated with candles, strawberries, and a rectangle of chocolate with the words "For Power's explosive party" written on it in icing.

“This will be our finale. It was made with love. Seems the perfect thing to end such a loveless creature as you–though not permanently. I still have use for you–and after this, I think you will be willing to cooperate. Like a good kitty.” Makima tilted her head, smiling as always. “Isn’t that right, Power? Faithful follower of Chainsaw Man…”

Power hesitated. Denji? What did he have to do with this?

“O- u-u-uUUUUUuUuOOOOOOORP!~ -Of course, Ms. Makim- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!~” Power panted after she finished. Her stomach was spasming every second, and it felt like she was about to go off like a grenade with its pin pulled. Those burps had been rough… They made her stomach tense just too much…

Still. She couldn’t deny Makima. But did she want to, at this point? She put everything aside–thoughts of Denji, Aki, and everything else. Now she just wanted to eat.

She dove her hand right into the box, grabbing the fork that had been placed next to it and digging in. If she couldn’t defy Makima, she’d at least go out with a bang while doing so on her own terms. Makima hadn’t ordered her to eat yet, but what was she going to do, tell her to stop? Foolish.

The grand Power had proved victorious once again! She had regained control–even this meager amount. And as she felt her belly strain, the strands of muscle holding her gut together stretching to their very limits and preparing to snap, she felt prideful. Happy, as belch after thunderous belch burst from her cake-filled mouth. Makima may have been getting what she wanted, but Power had wrestled control away from her. Just for a moment, even if Makima herself didn’t realize, didn’t mind.

That was a victory in and of itself.

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story by EagerPhobia go look at her other stories :--)

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Power leaned back against the wall, feeling her legs shake as they attempted to hold up the incredible new weight that had been placed upon them. She grit her sharp teeth, her eyes flicking up to look between the locks of her sweaty, blonde hair–right at the despicable human- no, the creature that had been torturing her for the past who-knew how long.

And all over one lousy piece of the Gun Devil! So what if the magnificence with which she dispatched the Automobile Devil ended up displacing the fragment, and so what if it just so happened to end up in the hands of another, equally powerful devil. who then promptly slinked off with it? That wasn’t her fault! If anything, it was Aki’s. He should’ve known that she was planning on letting the Devil consume her regal form, only to carve her way back out of it. Why was it her fault that he ended up using the Fox to “Rescue” her? She would’ve been just fine! She hadn’t managed to dent the Devil’s insides with her blood knives, but that was part of the plan too, of course! She-

“More.”

“O-Of course, Ms. Makima.”

And just like that, Power was instantly forced out of her internal ramblings. It was odd, not being able to even think on your own. Not as odd as the punishment Makima had been forcing upon the great and powerful Power, but still rather strange.

Power caught the thing Makima threw her way–yet another cheeseburger from that wicked place that Kobeni supposedly worked at now. Cowardly human! Retreating from the field of battle like that–and even claiming that Power was the cause of it! For shame!

Power couldn’t concentrate on those thoughts for long, however. Makima had ordered her to eat, and so she did. You didn’t disobey an order from Makima. You couldn’t.

RrRRrRROOOOUUUUURRRRGH!~

Even if you’d eaten enough to fill an entire extended family. Even if you were ready to burst.

Power gasped through a mouthful of burger, letting her free hand drift to her lower belly–cradling it as it angrily roared in her clutch. She had forced so much in there already.

Power had been lured here by Makima’s claim of a celebratory party in her honor. A momentous event and feast to commemorate her victory over the Automobile Devil.

She had indeed been presented with a feast. But no others to share it with. Makima commanded her to begin eating right away, and Power could not resist. In truth, at the start, she didn’t want to resist. But after eating so much food: entire roast birds, multiple pizzas, and enough horse sashimi and miso soup to drown a whole horse with… Power was more than sated.

Not that Makima cared, of course. She simply continued to watch Power with that same, spine-chilling look. The one she always wore, without fail. Something told Power that even if the terrifying beast were decapitated, her head would still be wearing that fiendish, slight smile.

Power finished the burger without even realizing it. It wasn’t like she could take her time when eating either. No, when Ms. Makima commanded something, it was done promptly. And so, despite her shirt and shorts no longer fitting at all–her shirt having rolled up to her truly bountiful breasts, and her shorts button having flung itself free long ago–Power had devoured her way through the half-pound burger in mere moments.

She took the moment of reprieve between meals to rub her poor, aching stomach. It was as if she’d swallowed a beach ball–like she’d devoured half of an entire cow. Which… Honestly, given how much beef was sitting in her tummy, she might have actually consumed that much.

It was stretched tight, sore, and pulsing. A hue of red spread from her navel to about halfway towards her sides. It was just that full… She felt as if her navel were going to either split open or invert at any second. So hot and hard in her grasp–like a water balloon filled with boiling water. And preparing to split right open like one…

“Again. Faster this time.” Makima said, walking up to Power and forcing a bucket of chicken into her hands. Which, of course, Power began to devour with blazing speed.

She groaned, attempting to force herself to stop, to fight against this overwhelming power that was compelling to feast until her insides became her outsides. It was no use, of course. Power knew that, somewhere deep inside. It was torturous to admit it, but there were certain things that even she couldn’t fight. That thing from Hell was proof enough of that… And just when she was finally starting to get over it too…

Glaring, yellow and red eyes, with rings lining their irises forced Power out of her stupor, and back into her feeding frenzy. She could feel her stomach stretching with each and every bite now–creaking, the very fibers of her being fighting to hold together… And she was only halfway through the bucket…

She groaned, her eyes clenching shut as the noise turned into more of a whimper–her belly roaring once again. She really was going to burst, wasn’t she? The great and mighty Power, reduced to a pile of slop…

“Don’t look so dejected, Fiend.” Makima’s words were as soft and smooth as silk–just as always. “You brought this upon yourself. And besides, after your punishment is over, all it will take to put you back together is a little blood. That seems a more fair fate than you deserve, if you ask me.” Makima laid a hand on Power’s belly, pressing it into the straining skin and organs and drawing a pained gurgle-creak combo from them. “Considering how you very nearly destroyed what I’ve been working towards for so long now.”

Power whimpered. She was powerless here, and Makima made sure she knew that. If the devilish woman wanted her to erupt, she would go off like the most vibrant firework in history. And, to make it even worse, Makima would somehow make her want to do that as well.

The thought sent shivers down her spine. Though, as she finished off her bucket of chicken, her belly now gurgling, roaring and creaking every second, she took solace in the fact that she at least hadn’t gone off yet. Doing so before Makima commanded it would’ve only led to further punishment–she knew.

Even still… “M-Ms. Makim- HoOoUUURRP!~ M-Makima, please, I can’t- GOH-WOOOOOUUUUUURGH!~ G-Go on!” She pleaded, and felt so incredibly foolish immediately after. The grand, valiant, genius Power… Reduced to begging. It was almost as if that was part of the punishment–Makima wanted Power to realize her place. That no matter what, she was low on the food chain. Makima could do whatever she wanted to her, and no amount of begging would change that.

“Good.” Makima said, running her hand over the taut, shuddering, explosive belly. “That means this will be over soon. Not much longer until you burst, I’m sure of it.” Makima poked her fingers into Power’s gut as she spoke, proving her point by showing that her digit refused to sink even a centimeter into the thinly stretched, itching, red skin. “One last thing, and then it will all be over. Honestly, I must commend you for taking so long before cracking and beginning to beg. Kobeni began almost immediately…” Makima trailed off, but Power felt a stabbing in her chest as she realized that Makima’s smile grew ever so slightly wider after mentioning Kobeni…

Makima left Power alone for a moment, exiting the room to retrieve the last item. It was at this point that power realized she had eaten everything that had been set out for her. All of that food–enough to feed every last person remaining in Public Safety… All tucked away under her vibrant red skin. It was almost enough to make Power feel prideful again. If it didn’t also make her feel ready to rip into a thousand pieces…

Makima returned a few moments later, a cardboard box in her hands. It had a lid, which was halfway open, and was trailing smoke. Foolish humans… How could they keep fire within such a flammable container? They should’ve used something that would at least burn faster–like a box made of napalm. That would be quite the scene when it ignited!

Power realized that the box wasn’t just holding fire and smoke as it grew closer–the sickly sweet smell that filled the air making her want to void her stomach’s contents all over the floor. Not that she could–Makima wouldn’t allow it.

When the box reached her… Power wanted to scream. It held an entire birthday cake. One decorated with candles, strawberries, and a rectangle of chocolate with the words "For Power's explosive party" written on it in icing.

“This will be our finale. It was made with love. Seems the perfect thing to end such a loveless creature as you–though not permanently. I still have use for you–and after this, I think you will be willing to cooperate. Like a good kitty.” Makima tilted her head, smiling as always. “Isn’t that right, Power? Faithful follower of Chainsaw Man…”

Power hesitated. Denji? What did he have to do with this?

“O- u-u-uUUUUUuUuOOOOOOORP!~ -Of course, Ms. Makim- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!~” Power panted after she finished. Her stomach was spasming every second, and it felt like she was about to go off like a grenade with its pin pulled. Those burps had been rough… They made her stomach tense just too much…

Still. She couldn’t deny Makima. But did she want to, at this point? She put everything aside–thoughts of Denji, Aki, and everything else. Now she just wanted to eat.

She dove her hand right into the box, grabbing the fork that had been placed next to it and digging in. If she couldn’t defy Makima, she’d at least go out with a bang while doing so on her own terms. Makima hadn’t ordered her to eat yet, but what was she going to do, tell her to stop? Foolish.

The grand Power had proved victorious once again! She had regained control–even this meager amount. And as she felt her belly strain, the strands of muscle holding her gut together stretching to their very limits and preparing to snap, she felt prideful. Happy, as belch after thunderous belch burst from her cake-filled mouth. Makima may have been getting what she wanted, but Power had wrestled control away from her. Just for a moment, even if Makima herself didn’t realize, didn’t mind.

That was a victory in and of itself.