This choice: Her hot Mienshao friend! • Go Back...Chapter #11Heavy Stuffing by: Unknown Gwen immediately decides to call her closest friend: a Mienshao, nearby resident within the apartment. The phone rings, and rings some more, before asking for a message after the beep. Shit. “Beth, it’s Gwen. I need you here now. Leila got me. And if…” The air around Gwen suddenly evaporates as it’s launched upward, through the Liepard’s esophagus and out in a raunchy Buuurp! audible from within the girl’s stomach. The feline’s stomach walls compress even tighter than before and Gwen loses her grip of the phone in the process. Fuck, fuck… She desperately searches for the phone and prays her call went through. She can’t call the police, Leila will just bail by the time they show up in their cars, maybe Beth will have a chance...
Outside, Leila continues working her way through the Greninja’s fridge, the frog’s delicious cake being the first thing she’s worked her down her insatiable gullet. Seems the frog kept an ample supply of sweets to keep her thighs in “shape” for off days. She quickly gulps down a tray of brownies, then swallows down an entire bowl of soup -- bowl included! She ravenously digs her way through the contents of the cooler and then freezer, filling her aching belly for the sake of feeling fuller. While the food items -- like the two dozen donuts she’s still licking her glazy hands free of, or the cake -- will be digested alongside the Greninja’s surely messy form, the more difficult objects will just be passed alongside the frog’s own undesirable parts: the bones. That is assuming her powerful stomach doesn’t grind them into bits first. Sheerly eating at this point is getting Leila off, the idea of relegating Gwen, her previous equal, into a secondhand meal pushes her closer and closer to the edge. By the time she’s cleaned out the frog’s fridge, the Liepard’s belly has not just grown to aching proportions, but rounded out thanks to all the pastries and frozen soft treats she’s swallowed down. Gwen’s body is indistinguishable when viewed outside thanks to the thousands of calories sloshing alongside her in Leila’s purple and yellow belly, but whenever the feline reaches down to touch the frog, Gwen makes it evident she’s still very much alive. Right, there’s one last big thing I need to take care of before I deal with you personally… Leila nonchalantly lugs her groaning gut into Gwen’s bedroom and digs through the amphibian’s dresser, looking for a few very specific pieces of clothing. Ah, there it is.
She pulls out a tight fitting, latex-like garb, custom-built for Gwen. It’s her assassin gear of old, intended to mask any sort of noise from movement. She makes sure to remove all of the added-on tools it included, before balling it up in her hands and opening her drooly mouth wide. Finally, this is it. This is everything you were, Gwen. And now… She takes the ball of crumpled latex, presses it onto her tongue then to the back of her mouth and lets it slide down her throat, gradually closing her maw and clenching her eyes. Gwoulp!
She traces the bulge in her neck down and then as it disappears, massages her belly once and for all. Now, you're all mine. Vigorously she begins kneading into her tumultuous, overburdened paunch, grabbing the makeshift flabby handles near her navel region, jostling it up and down, then working towards her hips. Lost in the joy of her dream coming completely true, Leila lets loose guttural moans as she speeds up her digestive process. “Ha-ah, Gwen! You’re mine! You’re so very all mine!” Leila starts grabbing and squeezing the pastry-like belly, as if she’s trying to pop out the cream in the middle. “I’m going to absorb everything of you. All you are is going,” Leila’s hands excitedly sink even deeper into her yellow burden, and to her surprise her active stomach feels like the insides are being compressed, as if the froggy and food filled mush inside are crushing together, “ha-ah, straight to my…” Her gut gets even tighter, crushing Gwen further down, lower, lower… “f-fuuck!”
Leila collapses over, panting and moaning in sheer, predatory bliss as the passageway to her depths opens up and chunks of her stomach contents flow directly to her bowels. Slowly, through the pleasureful flowing of goop within her, she manages to crawl onto the bed and lie with her back down, belly facing the ceiling.
“Ha… ha... Gwen, this was marvelous… hnn…” Leila relaxes and watches her stomach contents shift and slide deeper inside her feline chambers, like a dam breaking its floodgates and draining into the nearby river. With one hand grasping her belly, her other reaches out above her head, moving back and forth reactively to the pain and pleasure going on in her abdomen below before bumping against the nightstand next to Gwen’s bed. Leila lazily rests her eyes on what her hand rubs up against… a huge, black sex toy. Surely the very dildo Gwen used to pleasure herself; riding it as she gloats over having her huge, bubbly ass. Oof, hmm. I think my poor belly can handle just one more thing.
Leila devilishly wrests ahold of the plastic playtoy, before hovering the object over her mouth. Just as this is part of Gwen’s secret life, Leila feels the overwhelming urge to erase it from the world by hiding it within her flesh. To that -- Ah, bottoms up! The engorged feline lets her maw loose and carefully shoves the huge plaything into her wet mouth. Her jaws have been so stretched today she easily molds to the rod-like intrusion, salivating over the object like any other morsel she’s ate. There’s a definite, fruity taste to the toy, likely a permanent flavoring from Gwen’s raunchy times with it. Of course, Leila doesn’t mind it, it simply makes her all the more eager to swallow it whole! She pushes the back end of the dildo past her teeth, letting the rod squish into her thick tongue before biting into it and then engulfing it in entirety. Leila painstakingly pushes the fat rod down her bulging throat, where it disappears past her breasts and dumps into the slurry of mush in her belly. Haaah… she moans, smacking her lips. She investigates the nightstand after, with one hand tracing the bulgy lump the huge sexytoy produced in her abdomen. There's a few other cute playthings to stuff in her seemingly infinitely stretching paunch: beads, making appropriately larger lumps as the orbs flow down her neck, followed by an array of smaller, less impressive rubber cocks and vibrators. They pile down into her laden belly all the same, and Leila starts to wonder if she’ll really be able to digest all that's inside her. But she shrugs inwardly at that, better to leave that issue for tomorrow's improved, Gwen-padded rear. That's it… all of Gwen is going straight to my ass… I don't think I could eat another bite...
It isn’t long after Leila passes out in sheer, blissful food coma, letting her insides boil Gwen and everything she was down into useful kittypudge. All the toys and inedibles are inevitably shoved down the Liepard’s digestive tract along with, much to her stomach’s discomfort. The cat wakes up multiple times in the night as a result, tossing and turning in bed, reactively gripping the bedsheets above her to endure the massive bellyache her froggy friend is giving her. But she knows, no matter how much discomfort Gwen can give her in vengeance, tomorrow morning will make it so worth it…
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