Kisuke grit his teeth when he felt the surprising bulk of Ichigo's body slam into him. He slid back several feet from the inertia of the teenage vasto lorde's pounce. He felt a hard, clawed hand wrap around his dangling, sensitive manhood, squeezing it tightly and tugging.
For a moment, he felt himself getting hard, getting perversely erect from the manhandling of his privates, but it did not last. There was the sound of ripping flesh, and Urahara's world was promptly engulfed in PAIN. He felt the warm moistness of blood running freely from his newly de-boned crotch, staining his thighs a bloody scarlet.
Blinking stars out of his vision, Kisuke kept himself standing. He saw Ichigo tear into his dismembered dick like a dog devouring a bratwurst. Blood was everywhere, and Ichigo quickly swallowed the ragged hunk of meat.
The horned head reared back, letting out an undeniable hollow howl, long orange hair swinging wildly as Ichigo then swung his jaws down and forward. Urahara hissed, feeling a new pain in his shoulder, and he heard the sound of more tearing flesh as Ichigo zealously downed bite after bite of the scientist's flesh.
Bones cracked, and Ichigo tore off the arm from the side he had bitten down on, ravenously devouring the limb like a miniature chicken drumstick. Except he ate the bones as well, crunching them up with powerful teeth and swallowing them down his insatiable gullet. Then he did the same to Urahara's other arm.
Kisuke was getting woozy by now, as Ichigo began feasting on his thighs. He was on his back, by now, no longer able to stand. He was weak from blood loss, and unable to fight back even if he had wanted to.
Now Urahara's legs were torn off, and they went the same way as his arms. He was pretty much just a head and most of a torso by now, and he was losing consciousness fast.
But Ichigo seemed to be eating less bestially, now. He was still devouring Urahara, yes, but it was not with the mindless rapacity of a hollow. He was keeping Urahara alive as long as possible, forestalling the shinigami's by now almost inevitable disintegration as he glutted himself on manflesh. And his eyes were not the empty voids of a hollow, but the intelligent brown of Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Thanks for the grub, Hat-and-clogs," said Ichigo wryly, seeing Urahara's eyes looking into his. The exiled captain laughed weakly.
"Eat up," he told Ichigo. "Or didn't your parents ever teach you not to leave food on your plate?"
The hollow mouth curled into a smile, before the teeth parted and swung down once more. Ichigo tore into Urahara's abdomen, and eating with a speed that frightened and astounded, he devoured every last lingering part of the scientist's body.
He had the mind of Ichigo Kurosaki once more. But his body was still the body of a vasto lorde.
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