Eating Test
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“As you are aware, your Inhuman abilities have caused your body to become more malleable, allowing you to expand parts of your body to new dimensions. I wish to test how your body will handle matter being inserted inside your flexible form. Will you break or will your body compensate for the extra mass. Let us find out.”
Kamala went silent, not liking any part of this mad scientists plan. She was going to insert stuff into her, did she mean she was going to probe her because she always thought that was a myth about aliens. Trying to expand or decrease her body to escape her bondage, she still couldn’t do anything. Sighing, she tried to figure out what her idol, the first Ms. Marvel would do. So far she had come up with nada.
“Let s begin the test,” Dr. Minerva sadistically smiled as she pressed a button on the console and one of the doors behind her slid open. Kamala stared as a buck-naked blue woman walked out, saluted the mad doctor and then stood at attention. She was an attractive Kree woman, with big breasts and long shapely legs. Kamala felt a little inferior compared to the mature woman but she didn’t dwell on that, she just wondered who she was and what part of the test she was for.
“This Kree woman’s name is unimportant, what you should know is that she has been deemed inferior and unsuited for service n the Kree Empire. When a Kree can’t serve they are reduced to slaves, to be used with however their current owner deems necessary. I was going to use her for my own pleasure, but she’ll be much more useful for this test.” Dr. Minerva stroked the chin of the Kree woman, who remained completely still as she was molested. She had bee n trained to follow all orders without a second thought. If she could not be a good Kree warrior she needed to be a good slave.
“This is so wrong,” Kamala muttered after hearing how the Kree Empire treated its own people. She had read a bit online about the Kree, mostly from Avengers.Wiki and the only information she got was that the Kree were a fascist people ruled by something that looked like a Beholder. Learning that they enslaved their own people made her really not want to learn anymore about this race.
“No, it’s science,” Dr. Minerva responded curtly before addressing her slave. “You! Feed yourself to the Inhuman. Her mouth should stretch if you pry it open hard enough.”
“This is beyond wrong!” Kamala shouted as the blue skin woman walked towards her, unafraid to give her life for the Kree Empire. Ms. Marvel turned her face away and closed her mouth. She couldn’t eat someone and even if she could why would she? The Kree slave grabbed her by the head and with a empty expression, shoved one of her hands into Kamala’s mouth. Gagging as her fingers reached down her throat, Kamala could only watch in horror as another hand forced its way into her maw and started prying her jaws apart. At first nothing happened except Kamala’s jaw started to hurt, but just as fast as it started hurting it stopped and her mouth began to expand. It was like her lower jaw had become detached and was lowering down to her chest. The Kree woman spread open her mouth over a foot apart, allowing her to peer into Kamala’s darkened throat.
“Spectacular! Continue!” Hearing her mistress’s order, the slave pulled her face into Kamala’s mouth as the poor Muslim girl squirmed and tried to keep her from crawling down her throat. She felt her face slide against her tongue, a rich, tangy taste hitting her tongue that made her eyes widen in surprise. As shocking as having a woman feed herself to her, what really shocked the young hero was that she didn’t taste that bad.
The Kree slave’s head pushed into her throat as her arms extended down all the way to Kamala’s stomach. Gagging at the huge object shoved down her esophagus, saliva dripped down Kamala’s chin as more of the alien woman was shoved into her. Next were her shoulders, bumping against the corner of her mouth as her head slid fully into her throat. Dr. Minerva took detailed notes as Kamala’s throat bulged out, the shape of the slave’s head visible in her throat. The test was offering interesting results.
Helpless to do anything but taste the woman force-feeding herself to her, Kamala blushed as her heavy breasts slipped over her bottom row of teeth and squished onto her tongue. She had a n impressive set, double-Ds if not bigger. It reminded Kamala that while she had the powers of a hero she lacked the most common feature all female heroes had. As the breasts rubbed all over her tongue, Kamala got more of a taste of the alien woman and it was even more delicious then her face. Slippery, soft flesh that made her taste buds drool, heaving up and down as the slave tried to get down her throat.
What was wrong with her? An alien was crawling down her throat and all she could think of was how much tastier she was then the hotdog she’d bought yesterday. Maybe she should try swallowing the alien, just to see what it felt like. She was curious about her powers now and wanted to see where this would go. But was it really heroic to eat an innocent slave under orders from a crazy alien scientist? She bet Spider-Man didn’t have to deal with problems like this.
Kamala went silent, not liking any part of this mad scientists plan. She was going to insert stuff into her, did she mean she was going to probe her because she always thought that was a myth about aliens. Trying to expand or decrease her body to escape her bondage, she still couldn’t do anything. Sighing, she tried to figure out what her idol, the first Ms. Marvel would do. So far she had come up with nada.
“Let s begin the test,” Dr. Minerva sadistically smiled as she pressed a button on the console and one of the doors behind her slid open. Kamala stared as a buck-naked blue woman walked out, saluted the mad doctor and then stood at attention. She was an attractive Kree woman, with big breasts and long shapely legs. Kamala felt a little inferior compared to the mature woman but she didn’t dwell on that, she just wondered who she was and what part of the test she was for.
“This Kree woman’s name is unimportant, what you should know is that she has been deemed inferior and unsuited for service n the Kree Empire. When a Kree can’t serve they are reduced to slaves, to be used with however their current owner deems necessary. I was going to use her for my own pleasure, but she’ll be much more useful for this test.” Dr. Minerva stroked the chin of the Kree woman, who remained completely still as she was molested. She had bee n trained to follow all orders without a second thought. If she could not be a good Kree warrior she needed to be a good slave.
“This is so wrong,” Kamala muttered after hearing how the Kree Empire treated its own people. She had read a bit online about the Kree, mostly from Avengers.Wiki and the only information she got was that the Kree were a fascist people ruled by something that looked like a Beholder. Learning that they enslaved their own people made her really not want to learn anymore about this race.
“No, it’s science,” Dr. Minerva responded curtly before addressing her slave. “You! Feed yourself to the Inhuman. Her mouth should stretch if you pry it open hard enough.”
“This is beyond wrong!” Kamala shouted as the blue skin woman walked towards her, unafraid to give her life for the Kree Empire. Ms. Marvel turned her face away and closed her mouth. She couldn’t eat someone and even if she could why would she? The Kree slave grabbed her by the head and with a empty expression, shoved one of her hands into Kamala’s mouth. Gagging as her fingers reached down her throat, Kamala could only watch in horror as another hand forced its way into her maw and started prying her jaws apart. At first nothing happened except Kamala’s jaw started to hurt, but just as fast as it started hurting it stopped and her mouth began to expand. It was like her lower jaw had become detached and was lowering down to her chest. The Kree woman spread open her mouth over a foot apart, allowing her to peer into Kamala’s darkened throat.
“Spectacular! Continue!” Hearing her mistress’s order, the slave pulled her face into Kamala’s mouth as the poor Muslim girl squirmed and tried to keep her from crawling down her throat. She felt her face slide against her tongue, a rich, tangy taste hitting her tongue that made her eyes widen in surprise. As shocking as having a woman feed herself to her, what really shocked the young hero was that she didn’t taste that bad.
The Kree slave’s head pushed into her throat as her arms extended down all the way to Kamala’s stomach. Gagging at the huge object shoved down her esophagus, saliva dripped down Kamala’s chin as more of the alien woman was shoved into her. Next were her shoulders, bumping against the corner of her mouth as her head slid fully into her throat. Dr. Minerva took detailed notes as Kamala’s throat bulged out, the shape of the slave’s head visible in her throat. The test was offering interesting results.
Helpless to do anything but taste the woman force-feeding herself to her, Kamala blushed as her heavy breasts slipped over her bottom row of teeth and squished onto her tongue. She had a n impressive set, double-Ds if not bigger. It reminded Kamala that while she had the powers of a hero she lacked the most common feature all female heroes had. As the breasts rubbed all over her tongue, Kamala got more of a taste of the alien woman and it was even more delicious then her face. Slippery, soft flesh that made her taste buds drool, heaving up and down as the slave tried to get down her throat.
What was wrong with her? An alien was crawling down her throat and all she could think of was how much tastier she was then the hotdog she’d bought yesterday. Maybe she should try swallowing the alien, just to see what it felt like. She was curious about her powers now and wanted to see where this would go. But was it really heroic to eat an innocent slave under orders from a crazy alien scientist? She bet Spider-Man didn’t have to deal with problems like this.
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