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I WAS POSTING CYNTHIA VORE TO MAKE THEM 41% YOU KIKE
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“S-Someone… please… help…” Cynthia sobbed, her teeth gritting as she pulled her
dripping lower form along with her, for the moment, still intact upper body. The only hope that
kept her going was either someone coming to her rescue, or at the very least reaching the
Gulpin’s Pokeball to put it away.
But with another seering sense of cold nothing, Cynthia’s mouth opened as wide as it
could, spit strands from top to bottom vibrated and tore as she let out a blood curdling scream
as the rest of her legs and thighs ceased to be felt.
Her face whipped around or a moment, and she was greeted with a sight she was
hoping wouldn’t happen: the Gulpin’s lips were smacking, as it pulled itself over more of
Cynthia’s body, literally living up to its name as it swallowed bit after bit of the beautiful babe that
was the League Champion.
Gagging, Cynthia’s upper half collapsed, her already shivering and cold cheek slapping
painfully onto the cement that had been stained with her sweat and tears, as she lifted a shaky
hand in a desperate attempt to try and pull the Pokeball in closer with her mind.
But within a moment, her stiff, shaking hand went limp as Gulpin glided over the start to
her spine, liquifying the essential bones, as her entire body just… refused to move.
Louder and louder, the sound of Cynthia’s impending death and instant digestion filled
the poor woman’s pale ears like the sounds of the crowds had earlier… Her juicy breasts
reduced to nothing but flesh and gore colored juice, her lungs and heart stopping as they were
instantly pulped…
Much like it was when she walked out onto the field, Cynthia soon only saw white, her
eyes glossed over as drool pooled from her soon sucked in mouth, as eventually, all that lasted
of the once strong willed woman, was a few quickly slurped up strands of blonde hair.
