# Star vs. the Lack of Breakfast Burritos (2/4)

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

*glrk*

“…”

Oh Bork, did that really just happen? Did I actually just…

She could feel it. Taste it. A salty, savory, almost sweet trail running down the back of her tongue. The fading sensation of something sliding down her throat.

Meteora put a hand to her belly.

*gurgle*

“Oh Bork,” she repeated, aloud this time.

I… just ate her. I just ate her. I just ate Maizy Butterfly. I just ate Mariposa’s niece. Bork. Bork Bork Bork- No no no, it’s okay. It’s fine. I was right, she doesn’t even like that kid. It doesn’t matter if- Oh Bork what am I even thinking!? I just ate a kid! I thought the whole thing about monsters eating mewman babies was just a myth!

*guuurg*

Her fingers tightened around her midriff.

Oh, I think I’m gonna puke. Maybe that’s a good-

*squarsh* *glruk* *groooan*

“Wha- what the-!?”

She could feel something. Something happening inside her. Something… moving. …Growing! There was a pressure building. Was… was Maizy growing bac-!?

*BRUUUUURP*

…Mora put her other hand to her mouth. She felt her cheeks burning a little.

…Guess it was just gas? …Kinda glad Mari wasn’t around to hear that.

*gurgle*

Yeah, yeah, I… Wait…

That pressure was coming back again. Stronger. Steady. Growing again. Was… was her belly getting bigger!? She- she could feel her own skin pushing out against her hand!

*glorp* *grg*

Oh Bork! She is growing back! She’s gonna split me in half! She’s gonna rip me right- Wait, why doesn’t it hurt?

In a series of uneven surges, Meteora watched her belly gradually grow larger and larger, pressing out against her hand, stretching her pale pink skin thinner and paler as her shirt wrinkled out of the way.

What was happening!? She knew women could have kids growing inside their bellies, but not like this! Mewmans were not supposed to be able to stretch this much! Was it magic? Was it- Her dad! Her monster half! He had size-shifting powers, so that must be why her stomach was seemingly okay with-

“Hey! Let me go! Let me go! This isn’t nice!”

As Maizy’s body returned to normal size, her voice did as well, though now instead of quiet and high pitched, it was muted and muffled. Meteora could feel the words vibrating across her taught drum of a belly, in between the larger movements as the girl she’d eaten started to kick and squirm.

“Wh- Hey! Cut it out!” the hybrid teen complained. She stumbled, widening her stance.

“Let me out of here! It’s wet and small and it feels all gross and it smells really bad!” Maizy shoved again against the ‘wet’ and ‘gross’ stomach walls that surrounded her.

“St-Stop!” Meteora growled.

“You stop! Let! Me! -!”

“Ugh-!”

*thump*

“Ow!” complained the ingested little girl.

“Ow!?” Mora complained, rubbing her butt. “You knocked me over!”

Now hunched over the swollen mass of her gut, she could feel the kid’s form pretty clearly. Every movement from inside. The size of the curled up body as it rested in her own, pressing into her stomach…

It didn’t feel like Maizy was getting any bigger. That was good. It must have just been that one spell wearing off or getting reversed or something, not just an annoying girl growing out of control. That was definitely a relief. She wasn’t sure exactly how big of a meal- or, um, person- her body could actually hold…

Okay, so, she wasn’t going to explode. …What was she going to do?

“You have to let me out Meteora!” Maizy demanded. “L-last time I was here, your mom said you had to play nice!”

She did, right? Have to let Maizy out? Of course she did.

“I-If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone, a-and me and Mari will never come visit again!”

“…”

“S-so just let me out!”

“…No.” The word came out flat and dull, almost disinterested, but there was something burning behind it.

“Wh-What!?”

“No.” She repeated it louder this time. Enunciated it. Almost gave it a bit of an accent like her mother had. A proper, polite, ever so slightly condescending ‘no’.

“B-but-”

It was the only response she could give, really. What else was she going to say? ‘Yes, please do run back to your dopey mother and dense, dumb, stupid, stupid father, tell them all about how the mean monster girl swallowed you up, and make sure you never see your best friend again.’? Yeah, sure, right.

No. No, that wouldn’t be happening.

“We’re gonna stay right here until Mari gets back. Like you promised you would. And then we’ll decide what to do with you.”

*guurgle*

“But- but, it’s-”

“Stuff it,” Meteora interrupted, shoving a hand into her gut. She heard a yip from inside, followed finally by some actual peace.

Maizy felt her captor shift around and get comfortable. It was dark. And cramped. And it was hot, really hot, and it really did smell really, really bad. …But she stayed quiet for now, like she was told. She pouted in her fleshy prison cell, with no one around to see it.

Mora reclined rather comfortably against a mossy wall and took a breath- as well as she could with this weight against her chest.

The kid actually deserves a bit of a time out. All she ever does is annoy us.

She laid back a bit further, giving her belly some extra room, and took to taking in the odd sensation. It was weird, and a little wild, but… it actually didn’t feel half bad.

*gurgle* *glorp*

She stroked a hand over Maizy’s head. Or maybe it was her knees? Her butt? It was hard to say. Really she was just rubbing her belly, anyway. It felt good. Everything felt good. Filling. Actually, now that she thought about it, this was way better than any of the slop she usually ate around there. The kid had actually tasted kinda good, and when she wasn’t squirming around it wasn’t even giving her a bellyache!

You might actually be the first good meal I’ve had in my life. Maybe I should keep you in there, the teen thought. She was joking to herself, of course, but… what would happen if she…

It’s not like Meteora hadn’t intended to, you know, eat this kid. Sure, it was in a flash of rage, but there had been some amount of thought put in. Not having to be bothered by this one ever again was a pretty encouraging outcome, and the more she considered it, the more she was convinced that she could probably get over the guilt pretty easily. After all, killing and exiling people for ‘the greater good’ sort of ran in her family, didn’t it? She was pretty sure her folks would understand. Maybe even keep her secret.

As long as Mari’s okay with it, she thought, idly rubbing her belly. I guess if she decides she really wants you back, I can try and… Could I even actually get her out like this?

*glurg*!

“…Meteora?” came a muffled, reluctant voice.

“Urg, I thought I told you to stuff it.” She wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but those minutes of actual silence had felt like a blissful eternity. Ruined now, though.

“I wanna come out.”

“Too bad.”

Why did this feel right? So right? Why did it feel like winning? It felt like she’d been losing her whole life somehow. Like she’d lost before she’d even started. Why was this victory? It was getting back time with Mari. Yes, that was true. It was getting back at the brat who always annoyed them. Sure, but even that didn’t quite explain why she was this willing- no- this eager to…

No, it wasn’t just that Maizy was annoying and deserved some punishment… It was who this little brat was. Who her parents were. Star Butterfly, the ‘hero princess’ who on a whim decided to rob the entire multiverse of magic because she couldn’t deal with her problems. And Marco Diaz. Marco. Diaz. That… that human turd. She couldn’t put her claw on why, but for some reason knowing she had his daughter stewing in her stomach just felt so right.

“I wanna come out,” the bulge in her belly repeated.

“No.”

“I wanna come out,” came the voice again.

“No, shut it.”

“I- I wanna come out!” Her belly rocked.

“Quit it.”

“I wanna come out! I wanna come out! W-why is it glowing!? I wanna come out I wanna come out I-”

“Quiet! J-just stop! Stop squirming so much!”

“I wanna come out I wanna come out I-!!”

“Enough!!”

*SQUELCH*!!

…

*glorp*

There was silence again. …Deathly silence. The wind ruffled the trees. Meteora’s stomach sat still, say for the teen’s breathing. Only her breathing. The teen’s limbs froze stiff, eyes locked on the rapid rise and fall of her gut.

“…Maizy?”

…*grg*

With a touch of hesitation, she reached out and poked her own belly. She felt for how it moved on the inside. She waited for a sign of life, but noticed only her own.

Is she…? What was that flash of light?

*guuuurgle*

Something pulled at her attention, a sensation coming from deep inside her- Maybe even from inside Maizy? Something was moving. Not physically- not anymore. But something was… changing… shifting… cleaving.

I… I know this. I know this! I know this feeling! …What is it? Come on Meteora, what is it!? What-!?

And then she had an idea. Not even really an idea, just an impulse, an intuition. She raised a clawed finger up to her forehead.

“Magical Maizy Memory Mend.”

…

…Her eyes opened wide.

And Meteora Butterfly remembered.

“Wh- What the- No, I- That can’t- But- but…”

She stopped trying to talk, just stared inwardly at the sea of memory that had been revealed before her. Like someone had switched on a light in the darkened room of her mind where her past was hiding. Her full past. Being ripped from her mother, growing up rejected, becoming Miss Heinous, fighting Star and Marco- MARCO- and her own mother…

And then growing up with Mari… as sisters…

A tear landed on her swollen stomach, housing the remains of her enemies’ ex-daughter.

She took a breath.

Wow. Okay. This is… a lot to take in.

She looked around the broken-down house. Everything seemed strangely foreign, but the familiarity was slowly returning as she processed her thoughts. Where she had been; where she was now. What she had been; what she was now. Who she had been; who… who really was she now?

Her stomach rumbled.

She had done something horrible, something heinous, but… she’d done worse things before. Some of them she actually found regrettable, now that she knew what it was like to have someone care about her, to really care about someone else…

…She wasn’t going to figure out who she was all at once. But some parts didn’t need figuring out. Some things she just knew. And one of those things she knew, was what she wanted now.

“Mora? Mora! What happened!?”

The thrice-teen hybrid focused her eyes. Mariposa was running toward her, worried.

“I- *pant*- I got them to say we could bring Maizy back,” the returning girl announced, catching her breath. “Where is she? And- and what happened to your…?”

“…Um… Mariposa, I can explain,” Meteora said, audibly nervous and unsure.

The Diaz girl stared, waiting for said explanation with eyebrows raised.

“I… um… kinda… ate her.”

…*glurp*

There was a brief, stunned silence. And then the screaming and panic ensued.

“…You ate Maizy!?”

“I know!”

“I mean I know she’s named after corn but geeze Mora!”

“I know!”

“Well can’t you let her out!?”

“I- um… I think it might be a little too late for that…”

Mariposa turned practically white and gawked down at her friend’s distended belly.

*gurgle*

*bwuuuuurp*

Meteora threw a hand up to her mouth out of reflex. Mariposa’s eyes darted up to meet the other teen’s, her lips crinkled and-

“P- Pfff- Haha-” Mari covered her own mouth.

“Mariposa! This isn’t funny!” Meteora blurted out in shock.

“I know! I can’t help it! You know burps make me laugh!”

“But I ate your niece!”

“I know! I thought that whole ‘monsters eating mewman babies’ thing was just a myth!”

“So did I!”

“Oh Grobb! What are we gonna do!? What are the grownups gonna do!? What am I gonna do!? Be scared of my best friend? I can’t be scared of my best friend she’s my best friend I-”

“Mari!”

Mariposa startled as the hand touched her shoulder. Meteora had gotten up in an attempt to pull the other girl from her slow spiral into insanity. The grumbling belly containing what once was an annoying child hung between them. They looked to each other again.

“Mari, believe it or not, I’m not sure that’s actually the biggest thing that just happened.”

“What? W-what do you mean? What else could-” She saw her half-monster friend start to raise a single claw in her direction, and she must have made a face because then Mora made a face, and both girls just sort of flinched at each other, each looking a little offended. “Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, trying not to sound too guarded.

“I just need to try something,” Meteora explained. Hand still hovering in the air.

The Diaz girl’s eyes darted down to the distended stomach which held her ex-niece.

“Mari…”

Meteora’s eyes were softer when her friend’s returned, almost scared. She knew she could explain more about what she was about to do, but if her best friend couldn’t just trust her anymore then…

“…Okay,” Mariposa nodded, mustering some resolve.

Mora smiled a little. Again, with permission, she reached toward her friend’s forehead.

“Magical Maizy Memory Mend!”

*boop*

“…”

“…Um …Mari?”

“OH GROBB! Grobb!? Grobb!! That was your name!”

“It was! Oh Bork, it was! Wait, Bork was your name!”

“You’re right! We’ve just been saying our old names all this time!?”

“We totally have!”

Now it was the half-human’s turn to sit down, as she put a hand to the spot where her friend’s claw had touched and tried to wrap her brain around its new contents.

“We- we were sisters!” Mariposa exclaimed. “We lived a whole life in that other dimension! Why didn’t anyone ever tell us!?”

“Good question!”

“Do your parents even know?!”

“Depends, do you think your brother would have had the courage to tell The Queen of Darkness that he lost her daughter for like fifteen years?”

The conversation fell into silence for a moment. Mariposa blinked a few times, staring off into nothing. Then tears started swelling in her eyes.

“Oh, Mari, come on…” Meteora soothed. She sat down next to her (with some difficulty), belly sloshing and groaning.

“Star… Marco… they… When they came to get us…”

“They promised us a life full of all the best food we could ever want! And look at the slop we have to eat now! It’s almost as bad as garlic spiders!” Mora barked, remembering herself. Mariposa turned to her, tears still flowing.

“They promised we’d grow up together again,” she sobbed.

Meteora’s face twitched. Her face shriveled and her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t one for crying, but she felt something starting to well up, just before the burning anger ignited.

“Yeah. They did,” she growled. All those years I wished I could go visit Mari, and I couldn’t even remember why.

Mariposa leaned in and hugged her sister, sobbing lightly into her shirt.

Maizy glorped and sloshed in protest beneath the weight, but neither teen seemed to notice.

Meteora hugged her sister back.

Originally Published: 21-Mar-2025