Rosalina had been peacefully sleeping, floating and curled up in one of her bubble shields until she felt something tugging at her wrist incessantly. She opened her eyes hesitantly, not really wanting to end her nap so soon, but knowing her beloved lumas would never disturb her unprovoked. “Mama, we're approaching a galaxy you marked to investigate, should we bring the Observatory to a halt?” The mature woman let out a big yawn and dispelled the bubble, descending gracefully to the ground as a result. “Is that so? You've done well by bringing it to my attention, little one..” She smiled and gently patted the luma who lovingly cooed. “Don't you worry, Momma will take things from here. Go play with the others, now..” She softly shooed the luma away and proceeded to the star map. She raised her wand and began to navigate its charts, curious as to what she wrote for her reasoning for this scheduled visit. The Comet Observatory followed a, for the most part, consistent trajectory around the universe so that she could visit Earth along with a much celebrated comet every one hundred earth years. Though, that wasn't to say she never made stops or investigations along the way. She visited plenty of galaxies over the course of a century, but she had never recalled any stops along this stretch of the cosmos. This region wasn't rich in resources like powerstars, nor were starbits as abundant here as they were in other galaxies. It took an abnormally long time for her to finally spot the marked galaxy– it was absolutely tiny! Had the Comet Observatory continued its path, it could have completely destroyed the little galaxy. She let out a relieved sigh, having averted disaster for now.. but what exactly happened for this little world to only now be in such peril? She opened her notes and resisted the urge to cringe in embarrassment from her centuries old handwriting. Had it really been so bad at one point? She shook her head, and continued to read the note. ‘Softserved Sweets Galaxy', a relatively small galaxy built from what tastes like the greatest ice cream I've ever had. The residents appear and smell to be sentient mint humanoids, they didn't take kindly to my taste testing whatsoever. Based on my analysis and understanding of the surrounding region’s lack of natural resources and this arctic galaxy’s close proximity to a grand star, I predict it will slowly melt and reduce over time. Most likely by time this notification goes off, the native fauna has gone extinct and I can gorge myself on what little will remain of this place. “ Rosalina frowned at what her younger self had written. Having lost her own home, she would often lash out and put little value into galaxies that weren't the Milky Way.. She’d matured way too much now to actually consider the idea of eating a dwarf galaxy just because it was made of ice cream, and besides, she had appearances to keep– what would the lumas think of her if she behaved so brutishly? Though, as she considered these caveats, she couldn't deny the growling of her stomach nor the subconscious licking of her lips when the distant memory of the flavour flickered back to her taste buds. She had taken up this important role from such a young age, given up her mortality and humanity and chance at a normal life, and she did so happily for the Lumas and for the stars she so dearly loved.. surely, she had earned at least one treat, hadn't she? Besides, the observatory was often in need of more star power; without it, her lumas would be stranded! This was simply for the better good, this galaxy’s time had come. She'd just need to sneak away from the observatory for just a little bit. The lumas wouldn't dare to doubt her if she claimed to be taking a nap in her bedroom.. She smiled warmly, unbefitting of the coldhearted intent she harboured and set out to see what's become of the galaxy since her last visit. 

You sat up in your bed, shielding your eyes from the grand star's light shining into your bedroom. From outside, you could already hear it- singing, chanting. It wasn't unexpected, it was after all, an utterly dreadful day of the year. The twentieth of Kelvin, otherwise known as Visitation Day. Every one hundred years, a strange comet is said to pass by your world, but the more superstitious members of society believe there’s more to it than that. They believe that the comet marks the anniversary of the Blue-Eyed Goddess’ first visit to your planet several hundreds of years ago. You didn't really buy into it, in-fact, you found the followers of the church to be a little weird. “We are all sustenance for Her in the end,” was a very gruesome idea to celebrate.. As much as you’d like to sneak in a little more sleep before your errands today, you really don’t think you’ll get a chance with all the ruckus outside. Thus, your day began on a sour note. You polished your minty skin, read the daily news and finally set out into town. Your first stop was to visit the local library, as you had a few books to return. You kept your head down low as you walked by hordes of people joined together in singing and prayer, not wanting to be chastised for not paying your proper respects to the goddess. You stepped up to the library’s door– it was closed, of course, but it still had a slot for returning books. You dug out the first book that was about the local biscuit factory, and then the second, a radical scientific theory that your world had been shrinking over-time, and finally a third one about the importance of your galaxy’s natural ice cream for export. Though as you began to close the return box’s door, you happened to hear a crowd of people screaming. Hesitantly, you turned around, not knowing what to expect. Had there been an accident? A crime? What you saw instead would have never come across your mind. An utter titan of a woman, not of this world based on her flesh-like skin, hovered over your galaxy with a gentle, warm smile. She was so massive that she appeared to be covered in fog. The heat that her body expelled was already noticeable, even from here.. “I’m surprised, the rate of this galaxy’s reduction exceeded even my own expectations..” She seemingly knelt down closer to the planet’s surface, as her face grew rapidly in size, almost taking up the entire sky. She breathed in, her smile widened. “And yet, this world smells just as sweet as it did, then..” Without warning, or her eyes even opening, she opened her mouth wide and stuck her massive, red tongue out, and dragged it across the land. You heard countless screams and mayhem as her tongue dug up the surface of downtown, before retreating back into her maw. She brought her palm to her face and held it against her cheek, a red blush growing across her face as she seemed to savour the horror she’d just inflicted. As if it wasn’t already a nightmarish sight, you and the other citizens of your planet watched in horror as a large bulge formed in her throat and swiftly went down beyond sight. She just.. swallowed them.. All of them. An air of deathly silence followed, as you and everyone else stood, frozen in fear. “Mmhhh.. Absolutely stellar.. But, how rude of me to forget myself, my apologies.. Allow me to introduce myself.” She ascended back into the sky and looked down at your world with a cold, calculative gaze. “My name is Rosalina, I have come for your grand star, it's important to the preservation of the lumas as well as my observatory. But, aside from that, I have come to personally deliver a harsh truth to you all. Your time has come, your galaxy must be repurposed, as all galaxies must be at some point or other..” You felt yourself shaking in confusion, fear and rage, all at once. You look around to see some of your fellow citizens on their knees, seemingly praying at the sight of the woman who so closely resembled their goddess. Who was she to decide your fate? The fate of your home?! “Seeing as I vastly overestimated your capabilities, I'll reduce my size to give you all more time to evacuate, but I must warn you..” She brought her hand to her stomach and showed it off, though her pristine blue dress, for the entire world to see. “One taste and I’m already dying for more.”

 Pandemonium broke loose when she concluded her statement,, as those around you stunned into silence began to scream in horror and bolt for the nearest evacuation centres. You were pretty well learned and knew that they would be of no use. Your race could thrive in so few climates that travel was incredibly rare, not to mention dangerous– so it was highly unlikely that the Ice Queen had prepared a sufficient amount of escape vessels for such an unthinkable calamity as this. Still, as you watched Rosalina reduce herself to around the size of the tallest buildings of the metropolis, you knew that you had to do something at least! You threw the bag of books to the ground and began to pull wildly at the locked library door. Perhaps, shelter would be the key to survival. Yes, your society’s building material happened to be wafer, but she seemed much more interested in the ice cream that made up the surface of your planet. You heard her stomping and slurping in the distance, which only exasperated your desperation to enter the building. You finally overwhelmed yourself and turned around to take a breather, as well as get a good look at the voracious titaness. She was licking her lips, and by squinting, you were able to spot a few unfortunate souls who were stuck to her soft pink mouth being dragged to their dooms by her greedy tongue. Fuck.. Maybe, the evacuation centre was worth it after all! You began to run through the nearly emptied street in the direction of the nearest evacuation point. The ground itself began to rumble violently, and a nauseating sensation began to gnaw at your stomach. You felt like you had never been lighter before, and yet, as heavy as a rock at the same time. The sugar glass windows in all of the nearby buildings began to shatter one by one. Cracks began to form in the walls of the coronet buildings and the chocolate road before at last, the buildings rose away from their foundations, along with you. As if you weren't already pretty freaked out by everything going on, you had to deal with the disconcerting view of the safety of the ground beginning to become more and more distant. “Now, now.. Hiding in your delicious little buildings, are we? Silly little things, I intend to repurpose EVERYTHING here, you know..” You turned your head with great difficulty, fighting against the powerful gravity altering magics Rosalina made use of  to watch her flick her wand, causing the buildings to flip upside down. Shrieks echoed throughout the coronets as the inhabitants no doubt plummeted to the very bottom floor, but that was tragically only the beginning of their dilemmas. She swiftly flicked her wand several times, causing massive sinkholes to form in the ground beneath you, deeper and deeper until the foreboding void of space itself was apparent. The ice cream soil was then lifted above the cone shaped buildings and dropped in, scoop by scoop, doubtlessly smothering the unfortunate souls within. She had effectively reduced several skyscrapers full of people into ice cream cones to pig out on, with very little physical effort on her part. Now that she was distracted with her dessert, the magic that had ensnared you began to dissipate, causing you to fall rapidly to the ground. You braced for impact, fearing the worst. 

You awoke not too long after with the painful noise of your ears ringing being the first thing to greet you. Forcing yourself to your feet, the first thing you noticed was that all that remained of the buildings around you were the crumbs she'd left behind.. Secondly, you realised you were on the very edge of a massive heel shaped crater. It appears in the brief time you were unconscious, she had nearly stomped you out of existence. You focused your attention down the street, remembering why you came this way in the first place– the evacuation centre! It was being pulled apart, cookie by cookie, and stuffed into Rosalina’s maw. You felt dead fill the pit of your stomach, thinking about just how many of your people had met their ends within hers.. Was there even a limit to her gluttony? You heard ships fly overhead, having just enough time to see them leave orbit. The evacuation vessels.. you were probably the only living thing left on the planet now, aside from the wicked witch herself. “Aaahhh..~” You returned your attention to Rosalina, just in time to watch her shovel a handful of citizens into her mouth. They must have arrived too late to board the escape pods.. You shuddered, realising you easily could have shared their fate. You began to feel a strange chill come over you, though you wouldn't have to speculate on its meaning for long. A massive spear of ice flew through the air and crashed into Rosalina, causing her to spit out one of the victims in her mouth from the shock of it. “Wha–?!” She stood up, and a bubble immediately formed around her, even as her dress was already torn to expose her slightly bloated stomach. “Release my people, or suffer the consequences!” A much quieter, yet equally as powerful feminine voice roared back in response. You squinted to make out the silhouette in the distance, and were stunned to realise it was the Ice Queen herself. Is.. is there hope after all?! She shot forward a volley of ice arrows, all of which had zero effect on the gigantic villainess’ protective bubble. “Is that so? My stars, was that truly the best you have to show..?” Rosalina simply stood up and stretched casually, before taking a step towards the queen. She herself staggered a bit as the shockwaves from her simple step forward were enough to catch her off balance, but she retaliated with yet another ice spear. It pierced the outer layer of the shield but snapped into two. “Making me fight on a full stomach, the nerve of it.. Don't you realise this could give me cramps?” Rosalina shook her head and tutted dismissively. You had always been taught that the Ice Queen’s magic was immensely powerful, yet Rosalina seemed to barely flinch from it. Even a complete surprise attack had only managed to tear her dress.. “Leave now, foul giant! I'm warning you!” The queen raised her hand to prepare yet another spell, causing Rosalina to sneer. “Leave? Why, I was just about to.. There's not a whole lot left anyway, and my belly is already full, but you should be taught a lesson first. Even your own citizens have turned against you!” You didn't understand, no one had rebelled against the beloved queen, even in this very worst case scenario. “What are you prattl–” Before the Ice Queen could finish her rebuttal, cloaked figures jumped out from the shadows and pounced on her. “For the Blue-Eyed Goddess!” One of them screamed out, before being frozen solid by the queen. The others, seemingly enraged, hastened their assault and managed to pin the queen to the floor. Rosalina then advanced, bent down and lifted the squirming mass of people in her hand. “Now, as I was saying.. Yes, I believe I’ve had my fill, but how can I resist one last delicacy? Truly, a treat reserved for royalty..” You watched in horror as she lifted the group above her mouth and dropped them in, slamming her lips shut behind them. You lost control of yourself and began running in her direction, hoping to achieve anything, anything to protect the last quarter stone of your civilization. Upon hearing the all too familiar sound of Rosalina gulping though, you fell to your knees, utterly defeated. The queen.. She was gone. “Aahh~ Such a feisty little snack you were. Alas, I must be off with your star now, my thanks for being such a gracious host.~” You hung your head low, listening to her footsteps grow louder and louder. You hoped she just stepped on you without noticing it at this point. What was the point of survival now? Though just as it seemed inevitable, her stomping ceased. “Oh my, I’ve missed one, hmm? Well, I’m a woman of my word, don't you worry, little one. I don't think I could cram you in there even if I wanted to. I suppose I have no choice but to take you home with me.” Your eyes flashed open, and you quickly looked up. The sky was replaced with two towers of pale skin, leading to intricate star pattern laced crystal blue panties that had a noticeably dark mark on its frontside, no doubt soaked in her excitement. She’d been getting off to this the entire time- there was no way she'd give you kind treatment if she truly intended to rescue you! “N-No..” You managed to mutter before a bubble formed around you. You immediately began to pound and kick against its walls, making not so much as a ripple as it lifted you to about chest level with her. It then descended straight into her cleavage, her breasts on either side of your little protective orb threatening to crush you into pieces. The heat immediately caused discomfort for you as her heart beat pounded hypnotically. “You just stay put, we'll be back at the observatory in no time!” 

True enough to her word, she returned with the grand star in tow to her observatory rather quickly. Though she did so with an invisibility charm for whatever reason.. As for the observatory itself, you were in awe of the size of it. From her cleavage, it seemed as if even a single room on her vessel was roughly the size of what used to be your world. It was no wonder she was so massive when she'd first arrived, she most likely had increased her size, expecting your galaxy to be at least as big as her ship. It was.. humbling, admittedly. You struggled to fathom how large a normal galaxy was, if this was all the case. As all of this ran through your mind, Rosalina quietly slipped back into her bedroom without alerting any of her massive star shaped creatures. “Now, where were we..” She sighed, climbing into her bed and pulling you out, allowing the orb containing you to roll onto her slightly engorged gut. It popped, allowing you to feel her soft, warm skin for the first time. You felt so many conflicting emotions.. It was almost comforting to the touch, and yet, this woman had just completely wiped your home off of the map. A long, droning growling sound bellowed from beneath you, causing you to stumble a bit from fear. “Aahh, you heard that, huh? It would seem I may have overindulged my sweet tooth.. You’d be my little hero if you were to, say, massage my poor belly?” The sickeningly sweet tone of her voice, the fact that she masked such cruelty behind such an outwardly motherly appearance only added more to your confusing array of emotions. “Or, perhaps, you could go down there and solve my tummy ache from the inside..?” She continued, coldly. The threat caused sparks to fly in your brain, you definitely knew one thing– you did NOT want to see how serious she was about that threat. You made the sound decision to oblige her, falling to your hands and knees and crawling to the centre of her gut. You began to press into the doughy soft bloated belly, cringing at the way it seemed to ripple against your touch. Discomfort became horror as you began to register the strange movements against your palms as poundings– some people were still alive in there! “I’m.. s-sorry..” You muttered, attempting to stand up and distance yourself from her stomach, only to end up feeling her hand at the back of your head, pressing you against it tightly. Now, you could for certain hear the screams amongst all the deafening gurgling.. She began to rotate your face in a circular motion against the surface of her belly, taking matters into her own hands. “Oh, you have truly no idea how wonderful it feels for me, little one.. I’ve always wanted to feel so full, but to feel your people’s little desperate kicks, it’s like I’m pregnant with a horde of luma..” Rosalina cooed and began to reach towards her crotch with her other hand. “I confess, things may have quickly spiralled out of control but..” She was interrupted by a belch, causing her to blush harder than she would like to admit, but continued regardless. “..I really truly don't regret it at all, if anything, I wish I had eaten more of your species when I had the chance..~” You felt tears welling up in your eyes as she confessed all of this to you, you'd gone completely limp, unwilling to participate any further in this sick game of hers. Unfortunately for you, though, she simply wouldn't accept this. “Mmh, if you don't want to massage my belly, then perhaps you'd be better off putting your hands to work elsewhere..” She slid you down her waist, towards her crotch. She'd already been fingering herself at this rate, and her panties were pulled to the side. “W-Wait, no! I'll do better, rea–” She ignored your plea entirely and slid you down the length of her slimy, wet cunt. “Prove it, then.~” She chirped back before yet another belch escaped her mouth. You took a big gulp of air and hesitantly pressed your palms against the woman’s swollen labia, but before you could get too invested, a loud musical tune rang in the distance. Rosalina herself quickly jolted up, looking in the direction of the source of the sound. “Good heavens, I almost completely forgot the lumas’ bedtime story!” She simply slid her panties back over you, sealing you at the bottom of her crotch before standing. The relieved pressure from her standing allowed you to slip further down until you were practically entering her asscrack.. Though she paid you little mind as she quickly changed into a dress without a tear in it before racing off to the library.

To call the stuffy conditions inside the matriarchal woman’s underwear unpleasant would be an understatement. To you, the sheer heat her body radiated from her private quarters was like being exposed to a sun. Not to mention the rather intoxicating scent of her cunt, having been so close to an orgasm only to be denied by her tight schedule. “Shhh, shhh. Settle down, little ones. Mama has quite the exciting story to tell you tonight, but only if you promise to rest afterwards!” Rosalina began to sit down onto her old reliable rocking chair and tensed up, squeezing you between her ass in the process. “Oops..” She whispered in a low enough tone to not be picked up by the lumas. It seemed that your position was unintentional- though it definitely did not make it any less unpleasant for you. Doing her best to act naturally regardless, Rosalina loosened up and sat all the way down, pressing you further up her asscrack. The scent wasn’t overwhelmingly unpleasant, but you could definitely tell the sweat that surrounded you had been marinating on the surface of her asshole all afternoon. “Once upon a time, there were three little lumas siblings. They lived in peace in their humble straw house in the woods..” You took a breath and accidentally breathed in some of the sweat, causing you to start coughing up a storm. It tastes so foul that you fear you’ll never get the taste out of your tongue, but Rosalina continues her story. If anything, she begins to press down on you harder, trying to get you to stop writhing around so violently. “But, then, one day, a big bad octoomba came along, and knocked on their door. Let me in, he said. Or I’ll huff, and I’ll puff..” A foreboding growl rumbled in the distance not too far from your head. It sounded similar to what her gut sounded like before, but much more.. bestial.  On Rosalina’s end, she knew exactly what it was, and dreaded situations like this. Trapped wind breaking loose and making its way out of her body, whilst all of the lumas were focused on her. She could let it out quietly by clenching her cheeks tightly and playing her cards right, but there'd be no way to hide the scent from the curious little lumas. Still, she hated the pain she felt in her bowels if she held it in, so it was simply a risk she’d have to take, even if you had to be collateral damage in the process. “.. And I'll BBLLLOOOWWWWW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!!” Rosalina used the opportunity the story provided her to raise her voice, just on the off chance that her toot would be audible. Pppff.. fffthh.. ppsssshh.. Three puffs of scalding hot gas blew into your face, causing your eyes to water immediately. The scent followed, making your face contort. It smelled of burnt mint chocolates and curdled milk and seemed to linger about forever. You trashed and pushed as hard as you could, desperate to pull your head out of the woman’s foul asscrack, but you were utterly trapped against the weight of her body above and the unmoving wall of cloth your feet were against.. Rosalina continued the tale, attempting to act as casual as humanly possible with a tiny person fidgeting in her ass, all the while scanning the deeply engrossed lumas for any signs of her emission being detected. “Then, the lumas decided to build a house out of starbits..” She couldn't help but feel more confident seeing as she'd succeeded in letting out one bout of gas, perhaps a second round wouldn't hurt. “Again, the octoomba came and declared proudly that he'd huff, and he’d puff..” You began to feel her cheeks tighten around your body again, much to your horror. This time though, knowing what it was foretelling, you tried to hold your breath. pbbbbbthh Noisier than she'd liked, but still quiet enough to not be noticed. The concentrated blast of gas collided with your body like a bursting bubble. Your attempt to hold your breath was short-sighted, as you had no means to close off your nose, the sickening scent of rotten mints again invaded your overworked lungs. But worse than the physical torment it inflicted upon your body was the mental strain, as you finally put two and two together. Her farts smelled like mint.. It was the remnants of some of the unfortunate souls who’d met their ends attempting to satiate her greed. The same souls you had helped her digest earlier by giving in to her threat and rubbing her belly.. You felt utterly sickened, and not even in the way you'd expect to be. “M-Mint? You smell mint, dear?” Rosalina stiffened and sat up straight, leaving you to toil under her full weight. “Is it.. unpleasant? No? It's.. good mint?” She was caught off guard by one of the lumas commenting on a scent, but rather than being disgusted, the luma seemed pretty pleased with it. She subtly sniffed the air and noticed nothing foul herself, only a trace amount of fresh mint.. Her eyes lit up as she realised the meaning behind it. You and the rest of your people had a strong minty aroma, having put you between her asshole and the rest of the world, you were actually serving as a sort of deodorizer for her farts. The thought of it actually made her blush a little, but.. it was a clever solution regardless. If it actually worked, she could indulge her stuffing kink a lot more guiltlessly.. Unbeknownst to you at the time, she had already begun to let her depraved mind begin to wander. You were no longer simply an idle amusement, but a genuinely useful tool. A tool that would be worked down to the very bone from that day forward. 

Years passed, or at least what felt like years. You were a hollow shell of the person you used to be.. Your hair was a mess, stained deep with the scent of Rosalina’s bowels no matter how many times she bathed you. Your eyes had bags under them as even sleeping became a rarer blessing thanks to the fact that she'd stuff herself full of food and masturbate herself to sleep, with you still in her underwear. Since embracing her kink more often, she'd begun to pack on a few pounds, her ass had become noticeably plush, her gut had begun to grow outwards.. These somewhat embarrassing changes were a secret that only you and her knew, as her dresses managed to conceal her body from prying eyes, for the most part. “Aren't you excited, my little candle?” You snapped back into reality, having clocked out for your own good. At this point, you simply lacked the backbone to resist her. The path of the least resistance was more than good enough for you. “Yes, Princess Rosalina..” You mumbled, without really understanding what you were confirming. “To think, there are plenty of galaxies just like yours along the way.. I simply cannot believe that I hesitated once upon a time. I have to feel it again, the power, the squirming..” You felt your body grow cold. Was the disaster she inflicted upon your home really not enough?! “Yes, Princess Rosalina…” Your words betrayed your thoughts, however. You were actually a little afraid that you could be replaced if you acted out. If she took in a different survivor of one of her galactic feasts, what would happen to you? Would you finally join whatever quadrant of fat that the majority of your people and your queen had been absorbed into? It seemed comforting at first, but.. surviving was the only way you could really honour your people now. If this even counts for survival.. “I'll more than likely suffer some pretty terrible wind from all of their shouting as they digest.. So, do promise me you'll be doing your best to conceal the smell, okay?” You hated the idea of that. You wanted her to be humiliated and shamed for her gluttony and monstrous acts, and yet still, once more only three words would leave your lips. 

“Yes, Princess Rosalina..”