>>58930974MY NAME ISNT SHAUN NIGGER
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The Seviper’s stomach, now grotesquely distended with two adult women, churned and squeezed, mashing them into one another.
They were embraced, but it was the embrace of a digestive organ, tight, unyielding, and cruel. Diantha’s arms were pinned at her sides, just like Cynthia’s. They could do nothing but lie there, face to face, their rapid, panicked breaths mingling in the foul, hot air.
Outside, Aldith was in ecstasy. “Yes! Look at that, Sevvy! Two for one! A champion sandwich!” She placed both hands on the enormous, writhing bulge, now twice its original size. She could feel the two distinct forms moving against each other inside. “Can you feel her, Cynthia? Can you feel your dear friend? Her skin is so soft, isn’t it? It won’t be for long. The acids work faster on tender flesh.”
Cynthia could feel. Every inch. Diantha’s smooth thighs against hers. The frantic beat of her heart pounding through both their chests. The shuddering sobs that wracked her friend’s body.
“P-please… it burns…” Diantha wept, her voice cracking. “Cynthia… it burns already…”
“I know,” Cynthia whispered back, her own voice a broken thing. “I know. I’m so sorry… I led them to you…”
“N-no… came… for you…” Diantha gasped as a particularly strong peristaltic wave squeezed them. The action forced their hips together in a jarring, intimate grind. Both women cried out softly at the shocking, unwanted contact.
Aldith’s laughter filtered through. “Getting cozy in there? Don’t worry, you’ll be even closer soon. You’ll melt together. Your fats will mingle. Your proteins will become one nourishing slurry. The greatest love story never told… written in stomach acid.”
The churning was constant now, a relentless kneading that rubbed their bodies together. The silk of Diantha’s chemise disintegrated, leaving them both fully nude, skin to searing skin.
