>>56787866Why couldn't garchomp save her?
His stomach had expanded to hold the woman in her entirety, resulting in a round, heavy mass that poured out from between the flaps of his suit and filled every inch of his lap, barely contained by the fabric of his dress shirt. With a huff, Lucian pressed his fingertips to the enormous dome and listened to the vocal, gurgly complaints from the organ that’d rarely been pushed to its limits before.
Cynthia spilled into the Elite Four member’s depths without a bit of grace. She sputtered and coughed, desperately reaching for air beyond the copious amounts of drool clinging to her face, which was a feat made difficult by the walls of flesh pressing into her features. Even beyond the dizzy feeling born from her lopsided entrance, she was quick to find every one of her senses assaulted without mercy; from the claustrophobia of her tight, wound-up position, to the visceral heat she was currently cooking in, to every thick squelch of her fingers sinking deep into the stomach floor. Threads of liquid stretched across the organ like a web, ensuring that she couldn’t move an inch without getting a faceful of the sticky fluid. The fact she’d been released from Espeon’s hold was only a slight comfort with how compressed and trapped she felt.
“This is… oh, dear Arceus.” Panicking, she planted her palms against the slippery stomach walls and pushed in hopes of gaining some leverage. “Lucian, please, stop this! I-I won’t hesitate to…!”
