"Is this really okay?"

Makoto lathered Akira up with barbeque sauce. While he was pretty excited, she was hesitant. They both knew how much he wanted it, but just how could she go through with it?

"It's fine." Replied Akira, giving Queen a small, reassuring smile. "How else could you achieve this?"

Makoto looked away, realizing he was right. This is the only way.

After marinating him, she knlet down, and bowed her head, saying "Itadakimasu" before sucking on Joker's feet, then stuffing his feet into her mouth

Several minutes later, her jaw was unhinged and his legs were down her throat all the way to his knees.

"That tickles!" Akira laughed, wiggling his toes inside her. She was glad he was enjoying himself. She knew she was.

About an hour had passed, and he was now up to his neck. Akira closed his eyes with a content smile. "Now, we are one follow your dreams, Makoto. I love you."

With that, he was totally inside her stomach, forming a large mound. She looked like she was pregnant with 194729 kids, but she supposed that was the price.

After taking a minute to breathe, she laid on her bed, and stared at the ceiling, smiling as she rubbed her bulging belly.

"Thank you, Akira. Finally, I can be my true self... I can be Fat Makoto..."