After a long day at work as a Bounty Hunter/Detective at the World Detective Organization, Yuma Ikusaba got home after having hitched a ride on top of a local bus. He hopped off the side of the bus and onto the sidewalk with a noticeable jiggle.

“Home at last, I hope Mother will be proud of my latest achievement” Yuma monologues.

The Achievement in question was right stretched In front of him. An 8 foot diameter grotesquely stretched stomach undulating outwards from his busted buttoned up uniform. Inside were about five Spanish men and 2 Spanish women who were all desperately trying To escape their fate as food. “ NOOOOOMMMFF! BBHFRRMMM!” muffled from the inside of his gurgling gut.

Yuma rolled his eyes as he ran his hands from the top of his swollen tummy Down to the underside and applied pressure with his palms making the space inside his personal Prison much tighter and more unbearable. “Be quiet, it's too late now” Yuma stated firmly with an unexpected deep seeded seriousness In his voice, he would not let them ruin his time home.

The activity in his belly didn't stop as he walked his way into the house, heaving the 7 person filled Belly in through the front door and slightly creaking the sides of the wood. When he got inside he saw his mother in the living room watching True Crime. “Mother, I have returned, directive complete” He saluted to her while his gurgling stomach continued to emit the screams of those he devoured slowly being ground away by his rising vat of acids.

“My my, I don't think I've ever seen you with so many. I am sure as hell proud of you little wolf” Mukuro said, with pride in her voice As she got up to greet her son.

“Now, what was the reason for this particular one?” Mukuro then asked.

“I expected the Spanish Inquisition” Yuma affirmed to his mother while still standing straight despite The weight distribution of his midsection making him want to arch his Back.

“Incredible, you go and digest them, you deserve it” Mukuro said giving her son’s giant belly three taut pats with her hand making it jiggle like jello under her palm, she felt the occasional screaming face and fist bulges under the skin but that was a thrill she was already familiar with.

“Thank you mother, I'm going to my room now” Yuma stated before Going right to his room, his belly leading the way like a knocking beach ball hanging off his torso, he could already begin to feel the people towards the bottom of his stomach starting to lose their shape due to the dissolution of their bodies. Soon they would be nothing but mush inside him, and he was excited for when that came.

Yuma would Enter his room and plopped Down on a swivel chair which caused him and his gut to spun around for a bit, disorienting the guests of honor in Yuma’s gut before coming to a stop and making them lurch hard against the left side of his gut. “Ahhh~ BUUURP! -Pardon me” he excused himself waving his gloved hand in front of his face as he Rested his arms on the arms of his swivel chair while his hard at work belly grinds down the remaining people inside of him, each minute their skin digesting off of them Like candle wax as the pool of acids around them was almost fully over their heads to submerge them.

HELLPPHHH! MMFFFH!” the last pitiful cries of his targets permeated the air mixed with green grumbling Words off to the side signifying that they were being melted down as they spoke in desperation.

Yuma kicked his boots up on the bed and just leans his cheek on his Knuckle listening to his belly do it's special magic on his prey. “Shhh…it's time to give up” Yuma rubs with the other hand feeling his once very detailed belly begin to soften and round out as bones and chunks of melted matter pump through his bowels.

Just then Yuma suddenly got a notification on his computer. It immediately caught his notice. “What could this be?” Yuma Skidded the swivel chair to the desk and looked at the computer.

He saw that he got a Steam Invite to play Team Fortress 2 with his Online Friends. His online friends were allies of his parents, Alterskirta49 was the former ultimate programmer Chihiro Fujisaki, Hackakura54 was the former Ultimate Therapist Miaya Gekkogahara, and finally was a friend who wasn't associated with his parents named Gaiden2016. All of them commonly played Team Fortress 2 Together, and it allowed them to also talk over long distances since They lived so far apart.

“I guess I am needed, this will be a relaxing break” Yuma cracked his knuckles before firing up Team Fortress 2.

Yuma and his teammates would log onto the Doublefrost Stage as Blue Team. “Hey guys” He would say into the mic attachment to the Computer, which on the game was identified by a Microphone symbol above the Spy's head.

“H-hi there! Yuma! H-how are things with Miss Mukuro and Makoto?” Chihiro, as anxious as always said through the avatar of the Mechanic.

“Mom is fine, so is dad. Thanks for asking” Yuma replied through the mic.

“I take It you are doing good work as a Detective On the Frontlines?” Gaiden2016 asked, assuming the Avatar of the Heavy weapons guy.

“Yes, just today I ate seven People during a task” Yuma replied to Gaiden2016, Someone who he looked up to as a mentor.

“Fantastic…well…let's not dilly dally, we have a game to play” Gaiden2016 said in the in-game chat before the game started which implied that he didn't have a proper mic.

The game was one that went per usual, Yuma would camouflage with the Spy and then shower the map In what he called a Spiralling Death Grip due to the way he would slowly make his way to the middle of the stage, picking off people whenever they ran into his Trajectory. But as he was making his way inwards, his chat began to blow up with responses from someone named Directionz on the other team. “I'm gonna win!” Was constantly being submitted in chat like spam mail.

It got Yuma to stop playing for a moment to examine them confused. “What the…? Is this person okay?” He Spoke into the Mic in order to get the attention of his allies in the chat to see what was scrolling up on the text boxes.

However he didn't get any responses from his allies or the other enemies on the other team. “Guys? This is weird” Yuma's black hair on the back of his neck Slowly stood on end as he began to feel the sensation he would normally feel if he was being tailed by an Assassin or Bounty Hunter.

He was on high alert as he began to no longer play but instead search. Why were his friends not talking?

He found a disturbing sight as he rounded the corner. One of the opposite team members Was stretched and warped beyond repair with multiple arms aberrating off of the female engineer, jaw dislocated and swinging aimlessly as Yuma’s screen glitches a bit.

Yuma felt his fight or flight response flare up and he felt as if his focus on the game was growing greater…and greater…then…he blinked right as he felt the warmth of hands behind his head.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. A dagger and gloves were there but the environment He was standing in was familiar. As horrifying as the idea was, Yuma had been somehow dragged into the game. “I-i am stuck in the game!” Yuma's fear turned to morbid fascination as the Horrifyingly Contorted Engineer charged him, arms stretched.

Yuma's fear instantly was replaced with something much more unsettling. He gripped the dagger tighter and rushed at the being without even a single drop of sweat pouring down his head.

It lunged one outstretched hand at him, but Yuma veered his head to the side and then grabbed the arm before swinging the whole creature over his head and onto the ground behind him. Then he Jumped on her, repeatedly he drove the knife the Spy came with right into her jugular. No blood squirted from her due to it being a video game, and instead she briefly twitched taking the damage. When Yuma wretched the helmet off the engineer he stamped his foot on her glitching chest, forcing her onto the ground. Yuma brushes the hair out of his eyes as he grabs her by the face and lifts the writhing mass of the Engineer’s model into the air, despite his small stature.

The Writhing Figure was not intending this to happen, of course the moment Yuma’s mouth opened was when she took advantage of it. She forcibly pulled herself down Yuma’s throat the first chance she got. This forced him onto his rump as the uncanny engineer dived down his esophagus. Her intention was to possess him and add him to the hivemind of Serverblights, but as she squeezed herself into the Blue-Gold organ, something was wrong. She couldn’t hijack his brain and couldn’t reach her hand up into his brain to control it like a puppet. Even as the grotesque mound of Yuma’s Stomach pushed out from his Spy clothes, she wasn’t able to make as much of a dent in the expanse of flesh that she willingly trapped herself in. “ AUHHHHHHHHAAHHHH ” A distorted cry of disbelief came from his stomach, sounding like the default pain sound from the Engineer but greatly warped by whatever had taken over that player avatar.

Not that it mattered to Yuma whether his target decided to self terminate in his grumbling belly. He may have been in a video game but it wasn’t like his experience was going to magically disappear, nor his hunger. He casually cleans the end of his knife he had used to damage the Serverblight, using the end of his sleeve to do so while his white gut jiggled between his legs. “You know…I could get used to hunting these things” Yuma smirked realizing he had slowly begun to obtain a new obsession in hunting these Serverblight Drones.

Yuma felt the Engineer Blight already digesting, it’s body corroding from the stomach acids and easily dying, this not only seemed to disable the Serverblight’s connection to it’s drone, but also released the other Human who had been literally enforced by the Serverblight to add more to its hivemind. Yuma understood this the moment he saw in the corner of his eye the visual of that player leaving the game from disconnecting.

Yuma smirked and stood up, scooping his belly up with him as he began to search for more of these…things. Yuma would take out a Spy-cicle and go hunting.

The Serverblight Drone being absorbed into Yuma gave him a surprising advantage, the ability to pinpoint what players were and were not in the hivemind. This helped a lot. When he went down to the capture pad he discovered it was being blocked by a comically long finger, keeping him from winning. From the darkness came out another horribly disfigured Serverblight, which was not just any serverblight, instead was the Alpha of the Hivemind. A Miss Pauline model horribly contorted like a Shoggoth with multiple stretched arms, a singular head with eight spasming eyes, twelve legs that cracked and jutted in impossible angles like Styrofoam with Bones in them, the beastly entity let out a roar that shook the pixels all around.

Her Screeching summoned more of these Drones which began to run up on The Spy from Behind, ready to grab him and do away with him. Yuma couldn’t leave the server, as he was unable to reach that option. Not like it mattered. He wasn’t stuck here with them…they were stuck here with him. “As if I would let a little game make me rage quit” Yuma took a deep sigh, holding the Spy-cicle as he began to do something that only HE and his Mother could do, he did a small warm exhale, the puff of warm air turned visible in the Doublefrost Arena’s chilling environment and said cloud of hot air moved slower…and slower…until finally it was only moving 1 inch per second as Yuma’s perception of time slowed to a crawl.

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Speaking of Yuma’s Mother. Mukuro had been somewhat concerned, sensing her son hadn’t come out of his room ever since he got home. She had gone to check on him only to see his chair empty and the computer screen still on, showing from a 3rd person perspective of what the Spy was doing. “Yuma…?” Mukuro’s eyes widened slightly seeing the resemblance between her son and the Spy Avatar in the game, and what were those things that were running towards him?

She felt the overwhelming urge to do something, but at the same time she felt she should watch what would happen if this really was her son that had been sucked into the computer. She hoped she taught him well even though he was in the presence of some kind of entity.

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Time having slowed down made it easier for Yuma to calculate a plan, there were three blight drones behind him, two were Heavy Weapons Girls, and the third was a Pyro. he had an idea, if he could blow up the gas tank that the Pyro had, he could detonate all three of them and send them flying. So that’s what he did, in a flash he jumped over the three drone blights and then spinning his body he drove the Spy-cicle into both Heavy Weapons Gals backs causing them to freeze from the Backstabbing. Then before the Pyro could do anything, Yuma cracked the Gas Tank that connected to her flamethrower and jumped back.

A Violent Explosion shook the area as the three drones were knocked airborne, the two Heavy Weapons Gals shattered on impact with the ground due to being frozen but the Pyro was still falling.

Yuma positioned himself under the muffled screaming Pyro and opened his mouth, the last thing the Pyro Drone saw when falling was Yuma’s glowing Purple-grey eyes and their glowing blue comet trails and below them his gaping maw.

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Makoto Naegi was confused about where his wife and child had gone. He last saw Mukuro going to check up on Yuma but she hadn’t come out of his room. “Hanii? Are you in he-woah!” Makoto peeked into his son’s room and saw his wife there, sitting on the edge of Yuma’s bed eating popcorn while staring at their son’s monitor.

“Ah, Pookie, over here. I’m just watching our son’s progress” Mukuro states with a small smile as she sees her anxious and worried husband inch into the room, looking for their child.

Makoto joined his wife in sitting on the bed and his eyes widened in horror because he saw his son was stuck in the computer. It was horrifying to think about watching an over the shoulder shot of his son swallowing a Pyro Girl’s legs down while some unfathomable writhing Shoggoth of a Miss Pauline shrieks at him in the Background. “I-it’s Yuma! W-what happened? Oh no no! My boy!” Makoto was so worried, if not on the brink of tears he was close to it.

He was thinking of the logistics of how his son got in the computer and how to get him out, while Mukuro was simply watching her son fight.

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Yuma swallowed the boots of the Pyro down and then stared dead panned at the Leader of this swarm of Serverblights. Despite having such a warped appearance, Yuma detected the age old sensation of fear in the face of the distorted Pauline. Yuma, while holding his bulging belly with one hand, drew his thumb across his neck in a slitting imitation as if to say “You’re next” to the entity.

“No thank you!” Appeared in the Chat from nobody in particular, clearly an exclamation from the central hivemind itself.

The many legged boss pivoted all her legs around as she used her long distensive arms to tear open a hole in the wall and crawl through, hoping to escape from Yuma by escaping to another server. It may have escaped him for now, but he would find it, he found anyone he was sent after so far, so this was no different.

“Run Run glitchy sheep, I’ll find you” Yuma smirked, he felt more confident than ever as he cupped the girth of the Spy-cicle and dragged his cupped hand across it to the tip and then picked his teeth with it while the last bits of the Pyro Drone digested into pudge on his body like the Engineer had.

As the cold knife inched its way between Yuma’s gums, he noticed he could leave the game now and switch servers. As much as he wanted to go home, he was on a hunt. In the past he NEVER LETS UP with a task. No matter how far the Serverblight goes, he will follow her.

So he opened the servers menu and detected which server the Central Serverblight was in. Once he found it, he smirked and joined that server, leaving this one to be lost to time.

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In the real world, Makoto was practically eating his fingers for how much his fingernails were being chewed in fear that his son would fail to return, but at the same time he was also anticipating the moment he killed that THING that he keeps seeing, the feminine entity with the twelve legs.

Mukuro on the other end was cheering for her son, popcorn practically spilling out of her mouth and onto her shoes as she watched Yuma hop from server to server attacking the Central ServerBlight when she least expected it. Each stab he would do against her, one of her many legs would freeze and force to be dragged along with her as she retreated.

“I think he’s going to win” Mukuro states with a cheek full of popcorn.

“I-i hope so, but what if he doesn’t come back if he destroys it??” Makoto asked, fearing the worst as he clenched and unclenched his hands in his lap.

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With a final slit, Yuma stabbed the end of the Spy-cicle into the spine of the Central Serverblight one final time, the final arm froze solid making it unable to escape as all of her limbs were frozen to the spot. She writhed and shrieked as she saw the image of the Soldier Boy marching towards her incapacitated face. “Go to sleep…forever” Yuma places his thumb on the blunt end of the weapon and raises it high before stabbing it straight down into her face.

This caused the Computer Screen to become static after he did this, making it vague what was happening to Yuma's Parents. With Bated Breath the two waited. Then, a flash and a half happened and Yuma reappeared In his swivel chair, as if nothing had happened. He opened his eyes and looked to see his parents quickly attending to him. Dad bombarding him with concern while Mom bombarded him with the “did you win?” Questions.

Yuma stood and saluted while stating “I am unharmed, I just had a…slight complication” as his eyes gravitate towards the computer screen.

His action had saved dozens of people From the grip of that paranormal virus, including people who his family knew. “That's a relief…I thought…I thought you would never return” Makoto said, sighing in relief that the worst was over.

Yuma saw how concerned his father was, his eyes slightly twitching on his freckled face. So he promptly gave his father a hug to relieve him of his worry. “Aww…he's still just like you as much as he has learned from me” Mukuro noted with a bright smile seeing her son cheer up her husband.

Makoto of course was squalling since he thought his son had grown too tough for hugs, but he was proven wrong as his short son embraced him.