Baka vs Esmerelda

[From_Beyond -> Box]: KABOOM! The thundering crash of a bustling ball of light and scorching fire set loose a clamoring rumble that shook the very bells of Notre Dame without it's notorious bell ringer at the helm. Though it was a young age for humanity, its visitor from beyond the stars and galaxies unknown was not as young; despite her obvious contradictory appearance saying otherwise. Trees melted from sizzling pools of fire from her melted and mangled ship, though she could always rebuild it. She is smarter than her chubby, cute little body indicated. Waddling away from the wreckage was a young girl, 12 or younger even; hard to say. She had a mild complexion, big sparkling fire ruby red eyes, gleaming teeth and a wild, spiked clump of sharkish pale blond hair. Small boots thumped the ground as she stumbled out, sniffing curiously. "Hmmmm this place looks nice. Little old and busted but I bet its nice," she darted her eyes to a rustling sound near a tree. Sounded like guards approaching. WHOOSH! A black tentacle lashed out and knocked the tree right onto him, "GO AWAY...I'm busy. Ugh what's a girl got to do to get something exotic around here?" she grumbled, scratching her nose as if a booger was sticking out. "Bored now" she huffed, walking with her oversized black shirt and floppy sleeves. She walked far from the wooded area into town, her jewel like eyes widened in awe at the bustling marketplace. So many people, so many things to see, "hope the grub's good" she griped; clearly unimpressed with the beautiful architect. Her lips smacked wetly as she looked at people as one would look at fresh produce at a stand.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Midnight in Paris, the city sleeps. To the bells of Notre Dame. The watchman watches, the stargazer gazes to the bells of Notre Dame. To the big bells as loud as the thunder. To the little bells soft as a psalm. And some say the soul of the city is the toll of the bells -- the bells of Notre Dame. Dark was the night when our tale was begun in the forest near Notre Dame. A wayward traveler crashed nearby the forest of Notre Dame. But a guard was alert and aware and he gazed up in fear and alarm. At a figure whose gut was as iron as much as the bells. The bells of Notre Dame. Baka yearned to conquer every world, with her belly. And she would eat every boy and girl and turn them to jelly. . . . Within the hidden catacombs known as the Court of Miracles, Esmeralda was discussing plans with Clopin on what their next action should be to make sure their kind (gypsies) were safe and taken care of. They were running low on resources at the moment and so Esmeralda took it upon herself to gather some much-needed food and water, but also to take in any refugees, scavengers, or homeless people she came across. Whether they be an adult or a child. She was a woman of compassion and felt like no one deserved to suffer... well except perhaps Judge Frollo. Upon the quiet streets of Notre Dame, Esmeralda moved gracefully from shadow to shadow. Her piercing emerald eyes dazzling like bright jewels in the moonlight. He caramel complexion was smooth like butter and carried a perfumed scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Spices that she had smuggled from people more fortunate than herself. Her raven-colored hair was soft and a tad unkempt, but smooth as silk and held in place by a fuschia headband. Tied around her white blouse was a deep purple dress and sash with golden clasps dangling from the hem. Upon her wrists were several golden bracelets, the same kind that also decorated one of her ankles. She preferred to walk barefoot, finding it to be more comfortable and allowed her to be agile as well. She pursed her red lips together as she spied what seemed to be an abandoned cart. Perfect for plundering.

[From_Beyond -> Box]: Inside the cart was a little scavenger, or stow away as one might perceive. In the dark of the night, the marketplace held little value for her so the young alien child decided to find passable sustenance by fruits and vegetables in the cart that was now (thanks to Baka) abandoned. She grimaced and grunted in revolted disgust; hating to eat such healthy foods no matter what planet she was on. "How do they stomach eating weeds like this?" she hissed angrily. The cart was full of empty chunks of half-eaten fruits and greens that stained a few splotches on her black baggy shirt/cloak. She lashed her tentacles out and allowed them to scoop up the remains; dissolving them in their eel-like limbs before retreating into her body. Even the cells in her body felt like puking up from all those healthy flavors and chunks. "Everyone here sucks! They all go inside after dark and its nothing but icky old men in tasteless tin can suits," she spouted a hearty BLAH from her scowling lips and sat down; poutingly. "Maybe this was the wrong place to find gourmet cuisine. Have to dig up my stupid ship and find better buffets elsewhere, maybe a different time on this planet if it's not a total loss" she mused. EEP! The sudden shaking force of someone moving and pulling the cart startled her. Hidden under a brown tarp, she found her curious sizzling eyes to look who was robbing her impromptu sulking spot. It was a woman....a succulent one...so exotic and flavorful. "Hot damn, now that's grade A meat," she purred deviously. She kept hidden under that cloak of shadows, waiting to see where this tasty tart was taking her. Deep into the Court of Miracles. Baka remained quiet as Esmerelda took her deep into the home of her people, unknowing someone was looking at her like a side of beef licking her drooling chops. She'd find an impish surprise when she removed the tarp once she was home.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Esmerelda smiled to herself as she whisked the cart away from the shadows on the cover of darkness. Some may have viewed it as stealing, but she viewed it as taking advantage of an opportunity. If whoever owned this cart of food really wanted it, they wouldn't have left it unattended like that. At least that's how she saw it. Judging from the weight within, it seemed like she had snagged a good haul too, completely unaware of the fact that it was Baka hiding within the food storage area. After some rough riding along cobblestone streets, up rocky hills, uneven pavement, uncut graveyard grass, and down a bumpy flight of stairs, Esmerelda finally arrived at her destination. "I'm back everyone!" She announced with hands raised high and her dazzling emerald eyes glimmering almost as bright as the smile on her face. Gypsies, homeless, injured, and unwanted outcasts flocked to greet her. "Ah, like a beacon of light, you always manage to cast away the gloom," Clopin said as he approached Esmeralda from behind and laid an arm across her shoulder. "Look at all of these faces. Already brimming with joy and hope. If you keep this up, then I may be out of work. Who needs a jester if everyone is already smiling?" Clopin then laughed before heading to the cart and opening it up. "So what goodies did you bring for us today, hmm?"

[From_Beyond -> Box]: The only goodies they'd find are the remains of some vegetables and mangled fruits that the diminutive blond girl had torn through like a bag of chips. She sat there with a lumpy look on her face, sitting with her legs stretched and hands lazily at her side. "What are YOU looking at?" she griped bitterly. Based on the look of all that remained, there either wasn't much in the cart OR she ate all of it by herself...which didn't seem right, did it? This pale blond haired, bratty looking girl with ruby eyes and a shark-like smile couldn't possibly handle all that, no way. She hopped off and stomped her little feet around with her floppy black dress like she owned the place, though, to others, it probably looked cute or amusing considering her perceived "age." Baka looked at both of the gypsies eyeing her. The clown she couldn't care less for, but she seemed to take a lecherous liking to the dark-haired woman. "So, who are you and where am I and how do I get out of here? I'm starving and by the looks of this shack, there ain't much to munch on," she licked her lips impatiently; already acquiring Esmerelda's scent. She blatantly ignored their questions and peculiar looks, like any child, would. Baka waddled around in search of something worthy of her alien senses, but no matter what whiff of riff-raff she soaked in, things always smelled riper in Esmerelda's location. She huffed and crossed her arms, lanky black sleeves swinging around, "So you brought me here, what are you going to do about this sugar skirt?"

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Both Clopin and Esmerelda gave one another a quizzical look before they turned their attention back to the child inside the cart. She didn't seem to be too surprised, frightened, or embarrassment by all of this as one would expect. Instead she seemed rather... grumpy. Like it was their fault for disturbing her. "Is...is she with you? She doesn't look like a gypsie." Clopin remarked. "No! Not at all. I have no idea how she got in there." Esmeralda replied before looking back into the cart after Baka jumped out. There was hardly anything left! It was mostly skins, rinds, and discarded pieces that hardly looked edible even for pigs. Esmerelda blinked her green eyes a few times in disbelief. "Well child, that's because this 'shack' is our hideaway." Clopin addressed Baka "Maybe you've heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair. Maybe you've heard of that mythical place called the Court of Miracles, Hello, you're there!" Despite answering one of her questions, Baaka didn't seem to be taking much interest. Instead she was sniffing around like a lost dog looking for scraps of food around a dinner table. Clopin leaned into Esmeralda and brought a hand over his mouth. "...Where exactly did you find this cart?"" Clopin whispered to his stunningly attractive friend and accomplice in crime. "I found it near--Excuse me?" Esmerelda had to end her reply abruptly. Esmerelda walked over to Baka. Her slender caramel-colored legs on full display for the child-sized alien before she knelt down in front of her. "Sugar skirt? Listen, kid, not all nicknames you have for people are okay to say. But my name is Esmeralda. What do people call you?"

[From_Beyond -> Box]: "Name's Baka....and uhhh" she looked sideways to Clopin with a weary, almost distrusting glance and leaned in closer to the sweet smelling woman who caused that tiny little belly to writhe and snarl with ravenous hunger. She tugged on her sugary skirt, lift up was more like it to get her attention and have her come down to her level. "Damn....that skin, that smell, this piece of meat may give me hope for this planet yet," she deviously thought to herself. For a moment, she dropped the grouchy act and put on a slightly concerned; childlike look of worry as she whispered to her. "Look, I've got a personal problem that uh...only a girl can help me solve. I've been on the run from some scary guys and I uh..don't feel comfortable talking about this in front of another guy," she motioned her head towards Clopin. "Can we go somewhere more...alone?" she asked; pleadingly. Whether she answered yes or not, Baka would scurry off towards whichever hut or home or hole in the wall Esmerelda called home. She could smell her natural spicy scent oozing from her home from here. Once Baka strung her along, she made sure the raven-haired fool made sure they were private and alone...and secure so no one else could bother them. Baka put on her best lost little girl act, "I've been looking for something for a really long time and-and so many people think its wrong for me to have it. They blame me for being different and act like its a mistake how I am. I need your help, I truly believe your the only one here that can help me with this problem. I promise to show you where I hid all that food in the cart if you help me. So my question is....can I trust you to help me out?" she extends a little hand to her.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Esmeralda quietly dismissed Clopin, explaining that this was for girls only, but also alluding that the child just seemed more comfortable around her own gender. Clopin shrugged, not quite understanding, but decided not to argue. The two were already halfway to Esmerelda's room by the time Clopin realized, "Hey. Wait!... We still don't have any food here." He then gave out a sigh and ran a hand down his face. // Meanwhile Esmeralda arrived in her room. A small enclosure inside of a wall, however, it was well furnished with improvised pieces she had scavenged around. For one, the entrance was a nice pink and purple veil that hung from a shower curtain. Once they entered inside. A beam of pale moonlight shone down from above, hitting a broken chandelier on the floor. It was adorned with various gems of all shapes and colors. The refracted light from the moon made a colorful light show on the walls once they hit the precious stones. A dresser that had seen better days was in a corner. And a large basket with white sheets, ragged quilt, and makeshift pillow was poised against the far wall. The entire floor was covered in hay, making walking rather soft and less harsh. Especially for Esmeralda who preferred to be barefoot. "It's alright Baka. You can tell me anything. What's on your mind sweety." She spoke as calmly and with a voice of silk. Her scent was even stronger in here. A delicious smell of burnt incense, warm spices, and fragrant wildflowers. "What do you need help with?" She asked as she extended her hand towards Baka to help console her

[From_Beyond -> Box]: She smiled, ever so sweetly; serene and innocent like a good "child" should and Esmerelda....so helpful and willing...just like a good snack should be. Baka's chubby hand wrapped around the gypsy's and pulled her closer; showing surprising strength for a little girl. Her eyes gleamed like blood drops in those mischievous eyes as she breathed in that lush scent of ripe woman meat heavily. "I need help with filling my belly....and I think your stupid and delicious enough just to do the trick," she said still just as cutely. Like something out of a children's cartoon, her jaws extended grossly wide like some sort of pint-sized rubbery shark or anaconda and chomped right over that full head of raven hair and caramel flavorful face. GULP! Baka's jaws stretched hungrily and lewdly down the dark skin of the woman's supple body. Those chubby alien hands easily handled her pitiful struggling and pinned her arms to her side. Gnashing jaws gulped down her bare neck and perversely toyed with her breasts a few smacks with her tongue before swallowing down her body. "What a stupid tart, who knew dirty gypsy meat would taste so fresh and fruity," she said muffled; with a distinctly more mature adult voice. GULP! She sucked down to her waist. An eye roll appeared as she spied that stupid skirt. "Tasteless wrapper, stop hiding the goodies from momma Baka," she griped. Baka ripped that skirt off, baring Esmerelda down to her panties and nothing else. The naughty little runt drooled heavily across that caramel rump; lewdly licking over bare ass meat and smacking her cheeks with a firm hand.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Esmerelda's eyes widened in surprise as she wasn't expected to be tugged forward with such force from a little girl. Her emerald eyes gazed into Baka's ruby ones, but instead of the innocence of joy and naivety, Esmeralda only saw hunger. An unquenchable hunger that had to be sated! "Huh?" Esmeralda replied to Baka's confusing statement. But her look of confusion was quickly replaced with fear and abject surprise. Her hand trembled in Baka's grip as the gypsie stared into Baka's ever-expanding maw. She had been accused of witchcraft many times in her life, but this, this had to be the genuine article! There was just no other way to describe it. "No! What are you doi--!?" Her voice quickly became a muffled scream as Baka's mouth swallowed up the gypsie's head in one swift stroke. Esmerelda's voice reverberated behind Baka's tightly sealed lips as the young child savored the tantalizing treat. Running her tongue across that exotic caramel skin that carried a unique flavor that was unlike any other. Sooo sweet yet juicy, succulent, yet tangy. And oh sooo tender that it practically melted in your mouth! All of those years on the rough streets, struggling to carve out a living for herself, really did wonders on her body. Like letting the meat sit in a smoker before dining on it. Esmerelda was no pushover though and began trying to pull Baka off of her or at least prevent the child from swallowing her more. She didn't want to harm Baka though, believing her still to be a child. So her attempts were half-hearted at best. Ghhuuulp! With another swallow, Esmerelda's shoulders followed after her. When Baka's tongue swiped at her breasts and ripped off her skirt, Esmerelda's body went rigid for a moment before her struggles intensified. It seemed she didn't quite appreciate that... However, it wouldn't matter what she thought soon. "Baka! Stop! Spit me out this instant! I can get you some food! I promise!" Came Esmerelda's muffled voice as her head finally popped free into Baka's gut, bulging it out. While her rump and legs dangled outside of the girl's maw. Her bare feet dancing in the air and making her golden ankle bracelets clink and clank quite loudly. She hoped someone would hear her plight. She wiggled her hips as she had done hundreds of times before, hoping that her sizeable hips and rump would be too big of a mouthful for the young girl.

[From_Beyond -> Box]: The little alien girl was showing the dark-skinned treat just how much of a "little girl" she really was, not just in size and stature but also in depravity and maliciousness. Her lips hungrily sat upon that gorgeous rump and hips that had entertained so many for coins and scraps to feed herself. Baka was actually impressed such a peasant managed to hold down such a succulent body with such elegant care and sweet preparation considering her living circumstances. Her naughty hands played even crueler forms of torture on her delicious body as that rump was swiftly spanked; swatted as if she was an impetulant child and in Baka's case: she was! This alien temptress had existed for eons without losing a single limb, this tart of a dancer fell for her act hook line and GULP sinker. "I was wondering what kinda goods this candy bar had under that wrapper" she cruelly jabbed; muffled as it reverberated along her bare belly and waist. Her tongue drew hot soaking circles along those bare rump cheeks, teasing at the panties and tasting as much bare meat as possible as those hands proceeded to grope Esmerelda's rump cheeks and upper thighs; kneading them and fondling them as if they were melons at a grocery cart being tested for ripeness. In which case she was plenty ripe. GULP! Those dancing legs were tilted to the air, making it impossible for that cute ankle trinket to signal for help, it was a big shack underground after all. Baka hummed a circus-like tune, watching the legs dance as her extendable tongue lecherous lunged up her thighs; swirling and squeezing the thigh muscles and making streaks of saliva down her calves. GULP...down those went too. In a few bites, Esmerelda's lush body would tempt no more. Just a pair of bare feet and that wiggling ring left, Baka snickered as her tongue perversely wedged itself between each toe, tickling along her toes and making the belly bulges squirm just as madly as ever; flexing her face and outline deliciously. GUUUUUULP! And Esmerelda's adorable toes vanished for the last time, sliding with a crude slurp down the throat...into a warm, stuffed tummy.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Esmerelda's lower half flopped around outside Baka's mouth like a lively fish in a pelican's beak. Those slender legs kicking at the air and swiveling around in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. There was nothing Esmeralda could do now but to flail around like a panicked mouse caught in the jaws of a snake. "Help! Someone help! Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" Esmerelda cried out from within Baka's gut, but it was hard to hear over the layers of muscle, and fat. Fat that she would soon become once those stomach juices worked on her limber form. Esmeralda then gasped and shrieked in dismay as her firm and ripe butt cheeks were slapped by the child, making that flesh ripple with each blow. A blush came upon Esmerelda's cheeks, but no one would see it. "BAKA!!!" She shouted, sounding like a mother scorning her child. Ghhullp! Gluurk! Glk. Glk. Sluuurp! Esmerelda's legs were slurped up wetly like a pair of slender link sausages. Baka's gut ballooned out so far now that it looked like she had eaten herself twice over! The taught flesh of her gut containing Esmerelda tightly enough that the contours of her body and face could be seen. She squirmed and wriggled, but it might as well have been a wobble and jiggle on Baka's enlarged dome gut. Just Esmerelda's feet remained. The toes twitching and dangling about from her lips. Soaked in saliva as Baka licked at her toes as if they were popsicles. The meat in her gut now squirmed in a different manner as she lapped at those salty sweet soles of hers. A fine flavor to end such a succulent dish. Esmerelda's toes curled a final time and strained laughter could be heard echoing from within her belly before a swift gulp plunged them down her throat to join the rest of her. Gllooouup A wet splash signaled that Esmerelda was contained entirely within the alien child. "What are you!? Let me out! Th-this isn't possible!" Esmeralda stated as her hands pressed up against the slimy walls, making them bulge out on the surface.

[From_Beyond -> Box]: Baka gasped for air, finally able to breathe and speak more freely now that her dancing snack was wedged firmly between the pulsating walls of her seemingly bottomless black hole stomach pit. The black shirt seemed to be a bit more form fitting now that she had copious amounts of belly flesh and fat to fill up her form. "Awwww yeah, now that was the *urp* stuff momma was looking for! Gotta give it to you sugar skirt, didn't think I'd find quality cuisine in a rat hole. You take good care of yourself for a street dancer. Not that anyone in society will notice or care. if anything, I did the public and myself a service," she said nonchalantly; casually examining the junk in her room, stealing whatever looked pretty enough or cool enough. Her stomach dragged like a bean bag; jostling her around like in a jelly sack and making things even more unpleasant and stickier with all the slime inside. She licked her lips, smacking wetly as if chewing gum as she swatted her stomach; intentionally smacking it where she saw the curve of the gypsy ass she was sucking on moments ago. "Ya see toots, I'm....not from around here you could say. Sort of a traveling food taster, kinda. I dig through dumps to find the secret delicacy among all the crap and enjoy my supper thoroughly...like you! Sometimes I find 2 or 3 good meals, maybe more, but sometimes there's only one sack of meat worth gobbling up," she giggled and flipped through the woman's clothes. The walls tightened around her, making things even more cramped and hot and slimy. It almost felt like a warm, soft, squishy hydraulic press was pressing down on her. "Lucky you, you were totally worth eating. No messy missing person flyers for some gypsy entree, blah" she groaned at the clothing, "your underwear is pathetic. Even gypsies should have better taste than this. Oh well, not like it's going to matter in a few minutes," she said; hinting at the oncoming digestion.

[Box -> From_Beyond]: Esmerelda was thoroughly confused more than she was confused before. It was hard for her just to grasp that this child had swallowed her whole, but now Baka's voice sounded more mature than before and she used terms that were unfamiliar, but the gist seemed like this wasn't her first time, and that she had planned to eat her all along. Esmerelda shoved and pushed against her small fleshy prison, wanting to escape as fast as she could, but Baka's gut seemed intent on keeping her locked away. Ominous gurgles and churns filled the stale warm air around her, and no matter how much she squirmed and fought back, the walls would press back in on her and rub more slimy juices into her soft skin. "No! This can't be! I can't die here... I still have so much more to do! We're close to forming a rebellion and turning the--" Gwweeerglle Baka's gut drowned out her voice as it primed itself to digest the tasty sack of meat it was humbly offered. Esmerelda felt Baka slap against her a few times before she was sloshed around with each step that was taken. "Stop! Baka, please! If you're in there let me out! Don't let whatever spell has been cast on you take over!" Esmerelda pleaded, thinking that witchcraft was still at play. "If it's food you want, I can get you some. We're short now, but I always manage to pull through. Just--" Glluuoorp! A much louder and fiercer churn echoed out this time, frightening the gypsies and causing Baka's gut to roll and jostle more than before. "It's...it's starting to get...really hot in here..." Esmerelda could feel holes forming in her clothes as the acids ate away at the fabric before rubbing into her skin and softening it up. She would be melted down like chocolate if she stayed for much longer in this hot, sizzling gastric pit. "Ca-Can you hear me, Baka? Please! Before it's too la--." GGlloooouuurrpp! Gllurg! Gwweermp! Blort...bllurog. Slosh! Churn...guurgle...

[From_Beyond -> Box]: "What's that? Sorry, kinda can't hear you on the count of your being digested like the tasty hunk of prime meat that you are" she said cruelly. She listened with an intense dark delight, reveling in the sounds as if they were the sweetest notes of music she had ever heard. The mushing, the squishing, it sounded so lovely and felt even more satisfying than she could have imagined. That lovely voice reduced to nonsensical gurgles as she became mushed, deliciously digested and nutritious mush. "MMmmm mmmm won't find a peasant that tasty in this dump. Have to head on out to find a new buffet, maybe something less ick...ratty," she paused before a gurgling ripple thundered up her tiny neck. "URP!" that ankle ring belched freely from her lips, landing on the ground and clattering with a jingle. "Ooh, free memento. Like keeping that white little table from a pizza box," she snickered; pocketing the trinket after wiping it off on Esmerelda's clothes...not like she was going to use em again. She snagged an outfit or two, just in case the next place she visits has a special dress code. "Kinda a shame to waste such dance skills for being goodie goods, she makes a much better meal than an idealist. Seriously, how did no one eat this nummy bimbo in the first place?" she said, waddling with an oversized gut; unphased as it processed Esmerelda like a package of hot dogs. "Found some good food, might need to hire a replacement. Sugar skirt is gone. Said something about an URP dinner engagement" she said dismissively to Clopin as she walked past him. As she left the place, her form extended and she oddly felt a wee bit taller, and longer and lankier. Baka now resembled a lanky 13-14-year-old looking teenager; filling out that black dress a bit more now. The pale blond twirled the bracelet on her finger, wondering if anyone would notice Esmerelda was gone; maybe the clown guy. She hopped into her ship and blasted off to the next spot, a twisted smile plastered on her face. "As they say, enough is never enough" she grinned.