*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*
Lamenting Kate, and wondering how to handle Susan, you turn to exit the bathroom. Maybe what she just did has something to do with your own ravenous appetite. Which you still haven't filled, come to think of it. Would you have eaten Kate yourself?
Just as you put a hand on the doorknob to pull it closed behind you, Susan's hands suddenly grab your hips. Before you can ask what she's doing, she pulls backwards hard....far harder than she should be able to. The sudden movement of your arm flings the door shut.
"Hey! Susie! Cut it out! AAAAHHH!"
The scream is because, literally, she's started eating your shorts. Planting your butt in her gaping jaws, forcing you to bend slightly. You can feel her teeth on on the small of your back and the tops of your thighs. You kick forward, reaching down to push yourself off her. She responds by shoving your hands in with your hips, and swallowing. It secures you where you are, the suction drawing your fingers and the bottom of your rear into her neck.
"Susan! NO! Get off of me!"
Her small tongue rubs over the now-soaked shorts, directly over your crotch. She probably doesn't mean to, she's just tasting her meal. Your struggles are actually helping her, the wiggling and gravity easing you down into her gullet. She plants her hands on your middle, and forcefully crams you in. Breath is forced from your lungs as you double over, thighs scraping over her bottom teeth, your tanktop pushed up by the top row. Her tongue keeps licking you over, slopping her drool between your thighs and over your abdomen. You know this will be fatal, though. You watched her digest Kate, and now she's going to eat you alive too.
Even though it's futile, you thrash, kicking your lower legs and twisting to try and get an arm free. She just keeps devouring your sexy body, her lips almost at your knees and shoulders. The tanktop gets caught, and though your back and chest are bare, the garment stays on you. Your ass has stopped moving, squashed into the bottom of her stomach. Hotter liquids are drenching your shorts and panties now...digestive liquids.
Her mouth moves over your knees, and up your arms. The lapping tongue slips across your breasts, rolling them and coating the tender flesh in saliva. All you can really move is your head, turning it side to side. Another gulp, and her teeth are on the back of your neck. Another, and everything goes dark, wet oral muscle surrounding you...
Susan sits down again, just like she did with Kate. Only your feet are free, wiggling outside her lips. Rubbing her full and bulging belly with one hand, she pushes them in with the other, and casually swallows you whole. Her tongue runs over her lips, stomach churning and gurgling as she starts digesting you alive.
A quarter of an hour later, she belches, and reaches into her mouth. Her hand pulls out your half-digested panties, and she pats her shrinking belly with a giggle. The mush your body has been reduced to is slowly being absorbed.
An hour after that, there's just a bigger lump in her waist than before. She pulls down her underwear, and with a small grunt, disposes of yours and Kate's remains.
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