Mmnph… Left in the afterglow, Leila leans back against the nearby bar counter, creaking the wood as her impressive weight presses into it. The buxom liepard continues running her hands in circles across the ass-heavy Greninja girl stuck in her belly, soaking in the sensation as her acids soak into the frog. “Oh Gwen, just think about what’s happening next. All those targets you took down will just be my bounty in the end.” Leila takes her paws and pushes down on Gwen’s head, forcing the air bubble within her sweltering confines to swell up in the form of a massive, wet Bwworp!
“Hah, Gwen, dear, you know the process. Soon my gut is going to return to its perfect size, and you’ll just be a fat lump deeper down inside me. Make the most of your stay while you can, sweetie, because even your ridiculous ass won’t save you for long.” She gives her yellow belly a few hard slaps and wipes off the post-burp drool from her mouth and thinks, And as for me, I need to go find a place to sleep you off. Leila’s own home is quite a ways from the club and sticking around for too long after devouring one of the club’s own members is always a bad idea. Hmm…
She keeps rubbing over the Greninja’s kicks and squirms as her soft, yellow middle contours like a fish flopping around in a bag. With each punch the frog produces, the Liepard’s massive dairy jugs bounce in reverberation to her stomach shifting, each movement causing the cat to lean back farther onto the bar. “Oh, I know where I’ll go, Gwen. Your home. I doubt you’ll be needing it much where you’re going. Maybe I’ll even let you feel your bed one last time, only with you being the padding I sit on.” Leila leans in closer, putting her mouth where she feels Gwen’s own head is, and whispers, “Can you imagine yourself as my gigantic, purple asscheeks? Folding around and jiggling as I please? Darling, I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.”
Gathering herself, the busty and full Liepard begins walking out of the club, each mesmerizing jostle of her body, both up top and in her middle, causes a near crowd to form from the horny onlookers. The Liepard simply smiles and confidently weaves her way to the back of the crowd and outside, where she makes her way to her ex-friend’s apartment. Ironically, the duo will be closer than ever, and Leila will be reminded of this every step her inevitably jiggly form will take. While she definitely received odd looks while making her way to the Greninja’s apartment, no one bothered her, and the walk itself didn’t take long. It was hardly a block away and Leila is well practiced in carrying huge meals around with ease, given how many it took to fill out her jugs up top, so it's no surprise she makes it to her “new home” in decent time. The only issue was the door, but with her background of being an assassin, lockpicking the shoddy entrance wasn’t an issue.
“Not the… comfiest place, but it’ll do. My, Gwen, you certainly lived sparsely.” The best the Liepard’s meal can offer in response is rumbling gwrrn from her belly, and Leila replies simply with a smile and some rubs. The leopard’s digestive tract has taken its toll on the frog within, surely her pools of acid have begun transforming the amphibian into nutritious goo for later use. With a few testing prods, Leila finds that-- umph, the frog is still able to kick, but certainly weaker than before. She gives the frog her moment in the spotlight, uselessly thrashing in her form fitting paunch, while bracing herself for the struggles. Though admirable, her jostle was pointless in the end, and once the frog fodder settles down the cat sets her eyes on Gwen’s countertop, seeing the Greninja’s wallet and phone among other things. Grinning, the cat chimes, “You know dear, I’d hate to let you forget your wallet.” And now with a wide, maniacal smile, the Liepard grabs the frog’s wallet, opens her maw agape… drops the wallet into the back of her throat, and with a glomph! swallows it whole! She follows the small square lump down her throat, before it disappears between her breasts. Gwen gives a few sudden, confused movements, surely rearranging herself to see what dropped inside. Leila moans and rubs her overworked belly to the sudden stimuli, before saying, “Mnph, Gwen, deary, I’m going to erase you. Ha…” The thought of it, Leila not just absorbing Gwen herself, but everything that makes her her, causes her lips down below to get hot and bothered. Moistened up and unable to please herself, she grinds her legs together in anxious eagerness before moving to the Greninja’s phone, doing the same as she did with her wallet: dropping the phone into her abyssal mouth before shlicking it down her throat, plopping it down inside her sweltering confines with the rest of her meal. Haah, yes… by the time I’m done with her, all that's left of her will be what my ass leaves of her. And that sure won't be much!
Inside the Liepard’s boiling stomach, Gwen hears her phone squeezed into the cat’s belly and watches as it bounces off her body and into the pool of mucky digestive juices bubbling away. If I could call someone, maybe they could help me out! she thinks. Instantly she's rummaging around within the mushy gunk and quickly finds it, just as she feels a sudden chunk of cake flop on top of herself. Great, she’s cleaning out my fridge. With her phone in hand, she quickly dials up…
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