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A Very Fattening Flight (Chapter 11 - 12)
🕑 Added 2025-04-16 17:04:52 +0000 UTCChapter 11: Urban Ingestion
The city below me was a tantalizing spread, a dense collection of bite-sized structures just waiting to be sampled. I focused on the tallest skyscraper first, a slender needle of steel and glass that pierced the sky, though now it barely reached my mid-thigh. With a curious hum, I reached down, my massive fingers dwarfing the building. I plucked it from the ground as easily as one might pick a blade of grass.
Holding the skyscraper aloft, I examined it with a childlike wonder. Tiny windows glinted in the afternoon sun, and I could just make out the faint shapes of vehicles on the roads around its former location. It smelled faintly of metal and concrete, with a hint of something else… desperation?
I brought the building closer to my face, my shadow casting a pall over the surrounding cityscape. Then, with another unhinging of my jaw, I opened my mouth wide. The skyscraper slid in smoothly, the top floors disappearing first, followed by the bulk of the structure. I could feel the crunch of steel and glass as it compressed within my throat, a strange but not unpleasant sensation. It settled in my stomach with a dull thud, a surprisingly small addition to my already vast interior.
A slight frown creased my enormous features. That had been… underwhelming. Like a single popcorn kernel. I needed more. Much more. My gaze swept across the city, taking in the thousands of other buildings, the endless sprawl of concrete and asphalt. It was time for a more substantial course.
I moved through the city like a titan strolling through a garden. My massive feet crushed roads and bridges, sending tremors through the remaining structures. I reached down and scooped up entire city blocks, the buildings within them no bigger than pebbles in my hand. I tilted my head back and let the mass of concrete and steel slide down my throat, a gritty, satisfying sensation.
The taste was… industrial. Not particularly flavorful, but the sheer volume was starting to make a dent in my hunger. I continued my rampage, devouring building after building, block after block. Smaller structures like houses and apartments were like handfuls of crumbs, barely noticeable as they disappeared into my cavernous maw. Larger buildings, office complexes and shopping malls, offered slightly more resistance, a satisfying crunch as they were pulverized within my digestive tract.
The sounds of the city – the sirens, the screams, the rumble of traffic – were replaced by a new sound: the constant grinding and swallowing as I consumed everything in my path. Dust and debris rained down around me as buildings crumbled and vanished. The air filled with the acrid smell of pulverized concrete and shattered glass.
It wasn't long before entire districts had disappeared, swallowed whole into my seemingly bottomless stomach. The city, once a vibrant hub of human activity, was now a patchwork of empty lots and my colossal footprints. Yet, my hunger persisted. The sheer number of humans within these structures was negligible compared to my size. They were like sprinkles on a cake, barely adding any substance.
I kept growing, and growing, and growing. I needed more than just buildings. I needed the essence of the city itself, the entire sprawling mass of interconnected structures. I took another massive step, moving towards the heart of the metropolis. Here, the buildings were denser, taller, packed together like sardines in a can.
With a deep breath, I opened my mouth wider than ever before, my jaws stretching to an unbelievable extent. I leaned forward, and the upper half of the city began to slide into my gaping maw. Skyscrapers tilted and toppled, roads buckled and cracked, and the very air seemed to be sucked into the void.
It was a messy affair, with dust and debris swirling around my head like a storm cloud. But the sheer volume of matter was finally starting to satisfy my immense hunger. I could feel the weight of the city within me, a dense, solid mass that pressed against my internal organs.
I continued until the entire city had vanished, leaving behind a vast, empty crater in the earth. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by my own contented sighs. That had been a good start, a satisfying appetizer. But as I looked out across the landscape, I could see other cities in the distance, glittering like jewels in the fading light. My hunger was far from sated. The world was still full of potential meals, and I was just getting started.
Chapter 12: Cosmic Consumption
The taste of cities, while initially satisfying in volume, quickly grew monotonous. It was like eating endless bowls of dry cereal. I needed something more substantial, something with more… earthiness. My gaze drifted across the globe, taking in the vast landmasses that sprawled across its surface. Continents. They looked like delectable platters laid out for my enjoyment.
With a casual step, I placed my enormous foot on the continent of Africa. It buckled and cracked under my weight, the familiar sensation of crushing mountains and flattening forests returning. This time, however, I didn’t bother with individual cities. I opened my maw wide enough to encompass the entire landmass. It was a slow process, like slurping up a giant plate of spaghetti, but eventually, the entire continent, along with all its cities, mountains, rivers, vanished into my seemingly infinite gullet.
The Earth wobbled slightly, its balance disturbed by the sudden absence of such a massive chunk of its mass. But I barely noticed. The hunger was still there, a deep, cosmic yearning that no mere planet could satisfy.
Next, I turned my attention to Asia, an even larger landmass. This time, I didn't even need to open my mouth fully. I simply lowered myself, engulfing the continent like a giant amoeba consuming a smaller organism. The sensation was… dense. Like swallowing a giant, rocky meatball.
One by one, I devoured the continents. Europe, North and South America, Australia, Antarctica – all were consumed with the same insatiable hunger. The Earth, once a vibrant blue and green sphere, was now a scarred and diminished husk, its oceans swirling around the empty spaces where land had once been.
But even with an entire planet’s worth of matter churning within me, the hunger persisted. It was no longer a physical hunger; it was something more profound, a yearning for… more. I looked out into the vast expanse of space, the stars twinkling like distant, unreachable morsels.
And then, I began to grow again.
It wasn't the relatively slow growth I had experienced on the plane or even in the ocean. This was an exponential expansion, a tearing away of the very fabric of my previous form. I grew larger than the Earth, larger than the Sun, larger than the entire solar system. Planets and asteroids became mere specks of dust clinging to my ever-expanding form.
My hunger now stretched beyond the terrestrial. The stars, once distant pinpricks of light, now seemed like enticing snacks. With a thought, I reached out a hand that now spanned light-years and plucked a nearby star from its orbit. It was a fiery ball of plasma, but it felt cool and strangely insubstantial in my gargantuan grasp. I opened my mouth, now a cosmic void, and swallowed it whole. It tasted like pure energy, a fleeting burst of flavor that vanished almost instantly.
The taste only intensified my hunger. One star was nothing. I needed more. I needed… everything. My gaze turned towards the nearest galaxy, a swirling vortex of billions of stars, gas clouds, and cosmic dust. It looked like a delicious cotton candy swirl in the vastness of space.
With a deliberate movement, I began to draw the galaxy towards me, its immense gravitational pull no match for my own burgeoning cosmic mass. Stars spun and collided as the galaxy was pulled into my gravitational embrace. And then, with a sound that was less a sound and more a cosmic sigh, the entire galaxy slid into my waiting maw.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of light and energy flooding my senses. It was more satisfying than anything I had ever consumed before, but even as the last star disappeared into my cosmic gullet, the hunger remained.
I was now a being of unimaginable size, a cosmic entity dwarfing galaxies. The universe stretched out before me, an endless buffet of celestial bodies. And I knew, with a certainty that transcended thought, that my hunger would never be truly sated. I would continue to grow, to consume, to expand until I encompassed everything. The cosmos was mine to devour, one galaxy at a time.
