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“Titans, Go!” Robin called. Raven and Starfire shot overhead, launching the opening offensive on their latest foe. Cinderblock, a recurring thorn in the city’s side, was causing trouble yet again; wreaking havoc and wrecking property.
A few starbolts in his side got his attention as Raven uttered her mantra, focusing her powers in an attempt to restrain the rampaging brute. It seemed to work for a moment, and Robin took the opportunity to strike, leaping into a soaring kick. But Cinderblock broke free, swatting him out of the air.
Robin landed on his feet, skidding backwards, and Starfire swooped in to occupy the villain as her friend recovered. He refocused himself and charged once again, this time aiming for the monster’s leg. But another firm retort from their foe sent the boy wonder flying backwards again, this time landing a bit harder on his side.
“Robin! Are you okay?” Starfire asked.
“I’m fine,” he replied in his characteristically stern voice. But as he picked himself up off the ground, he couldn’t help but feel the slight pain in his ribs. Bad time not to have Cyborg and Beast Boy around, he thought. He had sent the two of them off earlier to handle an incident on the other side of town, leaving him and the remaining Titans to face this notoriously tough opponent without them. But he shooed the thought away; it was too late to worry about that now.
As Raven picked up two large pieces of rubble and hurled them at their enemy, Starfire chimed back in as well, firing another barrage of starbolts into the monster’s face. Robin shrugged off his minor injuries and took out a few explosive disks, throwing them directly into his target’s chest. As they went off, leaving a large cloud of black smoke in their wake, Robin rushed forward for a third time, aiming to knock their already reeling foe to the ground. He took out his staff, leapt into the air and yelled, only to be met by a large stone fist as it rocketed out of the black cloud.
“Robin!!” Starfire exclaimed as she watched him sail a sizable distance before landing hard on the hard ground. The hero remained motionless there for a moment, groaning faintly.
“I’ll hold him off,” Raven volunteered, “you make sure he’s okay.” So Starfire rushed over to where her friend had landed, alighting by his side.
“Robin! Are you alright? Are you injured?” she asked worriedly. She watched him moan as he tried to force himself up again, only to grunt sharply and fall onto his back once more. She looked him over and gave a worried tone. He was definitely hurt, and pretty bad by the look of it. She stared for a moment, desperate to help but unsure of what to do, as the nearby sounds of battle boomed around her.
That’s when Starfire remembered something, something she had seen many years ago back on Tamaran, something she could use to help Robin. She blushed a bit at the thought, hesitating for a few moments, but then shook it off; this was the best idea she had, and her friends needed her help- Robin needed her help.
“Robin,” she began in a slightly awkward tone, “There is a way that I can help you, but I am sure you will find it most… unusual. Perhaps even unpleasant. You are going to have to trust me,” she explained. He squinted up at her through his mask and tried to say something, but she couldn’t make out what. He didn’t seem in any condition to give consent, or to object for that matter. But maybe that was for the best.
Without giving herself any more time to hesitate, Starfire opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. And I mean really stuck out her tongue! The violet muscle stretched from between her lips like an extra appendage, gradually growing longer than her arms. The alien girl dropped onto her knees and leaned over her friend’s face as her tongue slowly made its way towards him and began methodically wrapping around his upper body.
“St… Starfire…?” he muttered weakly as she reached down and gently took hold of his shoulders. She gave him the most reassuring look she could manage, before stuffing his head into her open mouth.
Robin’s world went black, and wet. His eyes forced shut, all he could do was listen to the squelching of saliva in his ears as his head was engulfed by the squishy alien maw. He felt her firm hands begin to lift him off the ground as her tongue continued to coil around him, guiding his body as he felt his face begin to slide over the drop of Starfire’s throat.
His shoulders made contact with her lips as his head fully passed into her gullet, her skin stretching to inhuman extents by virtue of her extraterrestrial biology. Suddenly a wave of pressure pushed past him, rolling over him from the back of his neck to the tip of his scalp, followed shortly by another, and another. The rippling muscles were starting to draw him deeper, sucking him down into the darkness below as she swallowed.
The sensation was even stranger than Starfire had imagined; feeling her friend begin to slide down into her own body, stretching muscles and organs in ways she had never experienced. The form of Robin’s head now bulged from her midsection as his chest began to make its way past her lips, and for a moment she had to concentrate to ensure he was heading to the right place.
Inside, Robin felt himself reach a point of resistance along his journey, forcing him to start curling up as the rest of his body was forced in on top of him. He could still feel her Tamaranian tongue wiggling against his arms and waist as she continued to gulp him down inch by inch. Everything around him was wet, and hot, and slimy, and tight; squishing and pushing him along, burying him behind her orange skin.
He felt his feet leave the ground as she stood up, relieving some of the pressure on him as her body stretched out just a bit. His shoulders were forced down into the base of what he could only assume was her stomach, and his face began to slide along the slimy inner walls, slowly bending him right-side-up again as he was squished into a ball.
Before much longer, he felt the warm, pulsing muscles of the alien’s throat claim his legs, forcing Starfire’s belly to swell outward even further as more of his body was pulled inside. She kept on swallowing him down, clothing, boots and all, resulting in a cartoonishly large bulge in her normally slender midriff.
Finally, she closed her mouth, feeling closely as the last of her friend’s form traveled down her throat to rest in her belly. She took a deep breath, trying to process the wealth of new sensations she had just experienced. She felt bloated, yet oddly full, despite the fact that she hadn’t actually consumed a “meal”.
She was interrupted as Raven abruptly smashed into the ground nearby. “Raven!” she gasped, suddenly remembering that there was still a battle to be fought and realizing that her friend had been holding off their foe for quite some time. The blue-cloaked Titan rolled over slightly and slowly started to pick herself up again. Starfire wasted no more time and turned to face their enemy.
“I am not going to let you hurt my friends anymore!!” Starfire declared, eyes and fists beginning to glow as she rose into the air. Cinderblock took a step toward her. She raised her arms, brushing against her swollen belly. The monster roared, but she shouted a Tamaranian war cry of her own and fired a concentrated beam of energy from her outstretched hands. For a long moment, the surrounding cityscape shone with a blinding, bright-green light, and then a loud thump echoed through the streets, and all was silent.
She let herself descend next to Raven as the cloaked girl got back to her feet.
“Wow Starfire, that was pretty impressive,” Raven said, seeing their fallen foe. “But what did you do about Robin?” She turned to look at Star for the first time, and quickly noticed the sizable dome that was her belly. The alien girl blushed.
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“You did WHAT!?” Cyborg asked.
The team, now regrouped in the main room of Titan’s Tower, mostly stood gawking at the Tamaranian’s stomach. The large bulge in her midsection, easily a few times larger than her head, fit the rough shape of a person, curled up in a tight ball with a pair of characteristic boot-prints just showing through the bottom.
“She ate him,” Raven replied dryly.
“Oh, man! It’s some weird alien tradition isn’t it!?” Beast Boy said in a panic, “Robin died on the battlefield so you ate his body to honor his memory and-”
“No, no, I did not really ‘eat’ him, I simply- erm- ingested his injured form so that I could-” Starfire tried to explain, but before she could finish, an unexpected voice caught their ears.
“Starfire… is that you?” Everyone grew silent.
“Robin?” she replied worriedly.
“I… I must have blacked out… where am I?” he asked.
“Well- you see- you are- um-” The alien girl started to find herself at a loss for words and began to blush.
“You’re inside Starfire’s stomach,” Cyborg answered, analyzing the shifting bulge with a number of sensors in his arm.
Robin took a moment to try and feel around. It was dark and slimy; the firm walls held him tight from all sides, restricting his mobility to a bare minimum and pressing against every inch of exposed skin. A flood of warmth and otherworldly scents accompanied each breath.
“Inside St- but-”
“Maybe you should explain,” Raven interjected. There was a moment of silence as everyone looked to Starfire expectantly. She took a deep breath, which Robin felt as a slight increase in pressure against his head.
“On my planet, it is called ‘vingor’,” she said. “It is the ingesting of an injured ally so that one can lend one’s own strength to help in the healing process.”
“You’re saying your stomach can heal things?” Cyborg asked uncertainly.
“But what about when you eat food? Isn’t, like, the opposite supposed to happen?” BB asked.
“Yes, but a Tamaranian’s fourth stomach has evolved to-”
“You have four stomachs!?” The green hero interrupted.
“Well, actually, we have nine, but-”
“Nine!!?”
That’s when Raven produced a small black forcefield around Beast Boy’s mouth to quiet him down. “How about we let her finish?” she suggested.
“Well, Robin will be carried within my fourth stomach until his body has recovered, at which time my body will release him,” Starfire continued. “It should not take long, only a couple-” she was interrupted by a sudden sensation on her taut skin.
She looked down to see Beast Boy crouched at her side, poking curiously at her overstuffed belly. It seemed silencing him hadn’t been enough to keep him from interrupting. He stood there, ogling over the strange curves of her orange skin as it stretched from under her crop top, sealing away their leader in his own protective, living bubble.
“Hey, quit it!” Robin scolded, causing Star’s bulge to jiggle. He could feel everything from in there, wrapped tight in the Tamaranian’s slimy embrace; every breath, every heartbeat, every tiny movement which sent him swaying- and definitely every nosy poke from their green friend.
“Oh, sorry…” Beast Boy apologized, backing away, “It’s just, squishy…”
“Trust me, it’s a lot squishier in here,” came Robin’s resentful reply. The orange surface outside began to jiggle and squirm as her occupant tried his best to find a more comfortable position, but after a moment he sighed and let himself go limp again.
“So- uh- how does he get out, exactly?” Cyborg asked.
Starfire just blushed in response.
Some time later…
“Ooooh! Ahhh!” Starfire yelled.
“Star! Watch where you’re swinging me, you almost slammed my face into the wall!” Robin complained.
“It is not so easy!” she replied between bouts of grunts and groans. “It is not pleasant to have something of your size excreted from one’s- eeeep!”
Raven, Cyborg and Beast Boy stood quietly outside of a noisy bathroom door, silently listening in with a mixture of fascination, disgust and concern.
“Hold still for a second, I think I can get my arm free,” Robin offered.
“Ahhhh! Please do not push like that!” came Starfire’s quick reply.
“Stop clenching! You’re pushing me back in!” Robin yelled.
“I am quite aware of that; I can feel it!” she said back.
“Almost… almost… *pop* There we go!” Robin announced in relief. “Now let me just grab hold of that rail.”
A long string of groans and moans flowed from beyond the bathroom door, beginning as stressed and painful but slowly shifting into sounds of relief. A few moments later came the sounds of running water, and then of a pair of footsteps approaching the door.
The other Titans quickly turned away and pretended to be busy with other things, even going so far as to whistle as the door opened. Robin and Starfire walked out, both blushing fiercely and neither willing to look anyone else in the eyes. A noticeably foul smell followed them out.
“Hey, um, are you guys okay?” Beast Boy asked nervously.
“Don’t ask,” Robin said angrily.