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[mostly-mercy-vore]

"A promising new caREAR"

[Mercy x Reader]

Contains: Vore. Vore teasing. Post vore weight gain. Big butts. Sentient fat. Sharing mind with your predator.

Glorp, gurgle the sounds of digestion reducing you to mush.

Melted down from a worthless little twat into soft squishy fat.

Mercy sipped her morning coffee as the last of her belly bump slowly shrank, vanishing back into its flat, if somewhat soft stomach, the round hump of her tum bringing her black scrubs shirt down over her gut like a falling curtain.

Her panties stretched, grams becoming pounds, pounds becoming inches as her granny panties filled with soft squishy fat.

Mercy felt the loose back scrubs under her lab coat growing tighter. Her ass getting fatter as what was left of you began to fill her pants, pushing, stretching the black scrubs, and stretching out the waistband. She listened to the soft creak of fabric as her ass got fatter and fatter and fatter.

The pred frowned biting her pen, as a cool breeze blew on her lower back, tickling her cheeks.

Her big, butt covering panties sucked up into her fattened up cake. Her big bubble butt plumping up out of the waist of her pants, until her scrubs were hugging her around the hips, the top half of her booty meat hanging over the top of her pants. The seat now fitting her like a pair of black leggings. Her massive underwear stretched out and scrunched up into a tiny thong.

"Aha! Nine across, four letter word for a pathetic degenerate that worships gorgeous people: simp!" Mercy scrawled S-I-M-P into her crossword. The M connecting to bottom. The S was #23 Down: "Five Letter word, for ingesting...S-L-U-R-P. I'm getting very good at zis English crossword puzzle ja?"

Mercy's entire body shook, as if she were sitting on a waterbed her body bouyed and rocked as if filming a scene on the high sea.

With a laugh, she began to swat her fat new ass with her pen.

"Stop zat! Now you STOP zat right now!" She grinned, beating you about your brand new form. Her massive ass stopped wobbling.

Angela grinned: you were awake again.

You stared at your arm. Only it wasn't yours, long and pale, almost milky white it had petite painted nails. You tried to wiggle your fingers.

Mercy felt her ass jiggle again.

You couldn't feel your arms. Or your chest, or your hands. You tried to speak, but nothing came out! Your doctor spoke, Angela Zeigler, but it came from you!

"You don't remember do you?" Mercy bit her pen a bit more playful this time. Squeezing the great big handfuls of booty that was spread out from under her.

You felt it. You felt her grabbing her ass...you felt like someone was grabbing you, grabbing YOUR ass. Instantly you felt a little turned on.

Mercy moaned.

"Mmmff. Let me refresh your memory butt fat." Angela purred. You realized it was her, somehow you were trapped in her head! You saw what she saw, heard what she heard, like you were trapped inside her head! Watching TV from a first person Doctor Zeigler persoective! "See, you couldn't make rounds on time, you never filled out your paper work. Your med school grades were barely passing, and you were the cutest resident I had." Mercy purred. "You are what zey call a....snack doctor. Barely any use for practicing medicine, you're sent along to Pred Doctors so we don't gobble up all our yummy new doctors!"

You began to remember. You'd been bent over the fridge. Doctor Zeigler had whole whistled your behind. She'd approached you, pinned you to the wall, bent in for a kiss and...and...

Oh fuck. The hot milf had gobbled you up!

"You gave me such a big sexy belly, I'll miss it. I enjoyed ze sounds of a dumb little useless doctor begging for your life, zat was very hot, you are very good prey. Obvious why zey sent you to me, you were born to be some big sexy doctor's lunch." Angela nodded she was kneeling her fat new ass now, like a cat making aggressive muffins in the soft plump flesh.

"You were so fun to bully and tease. I had so much fun rubbing you off through my fat gut~" Mercy purred. "I couldn't let such a natural fucking submissive little snack go to waste~" Mercy rose.

"So naturally, I decided you needed to....stick around." Angela tried to tug at her scrubs but her fat ass refused to be packed back into the already too small pants. The threads that held the ass together creaked and one or two popped threateningly. "It seems you are too big for zeze scrubs. No worry, I have ze next few sizes up on hand."

Mercy slapped her fat ass.

And you felt it, and instantly tried to squirm reflexively.

Her fat ass shook, wobbling violently as she walked. Mercy bit her lip, her fat new cake certainly knew how to jiggle. She couldn't wait to put it to good use.

Mercy strode over to the nearest mirror. As she did, she opened "healSLUT" the online pervy app for naughty Doctors, surgeons, and field healers.

"Oh Ajay, both tenticles? In both holes? Zat IS naughty~" Mercy mumbled, watching a short ten second video posted by user Lif3Lin3 a short Jamaican girl with a dumptruck ass, who's little disc shaped robot was pumping both her holes with long winding tenticles.

Mercy couldn't wait to post video of her new asset.

Angela finally stopped, and you got a good look at her post meal. The blonde turned, presenting her big bubble butt. Angela had always been a bit curvy, but she had a fucking MONSTER of a plush, chubby ass now, it was practically bursting out of her pants.

Four feet wide, her crack was probably a foot deep. Her cheeks two feet tall, sagged under their weight and bounced plumply against the back of her thighs.

Angela hopped on the balls of her feat, making her big squishy cake bounce. It sloshed gorgeously, and as you stared at her big fat ass through her eyes, you started to get a little turned on yourself. This in turn, meant Mercy felt a little wet between her legs herself. "Naughty little snack, are you horny for this big fat ass? Zis is all you now." She grabbed a big handfull of you, squeezeing her new booty and giving it a shake. You thrashed instinctively, and Mercy giggled watching her bulging cheeks try to squirm away like she'd stuffed sentient slime down the back of her pants.

There was an almighty RIP, and the combination of jumping and groping shred the back of her pants. Her little granny panties, swallowed up by your new home her ginormous cake turning them into a little thong.

"So big aren't you?" Mercy laughed, turning around she smooshed you against the blue lockers in the locker room. Feeling her big fat ass squirm and wriggle as it spread across four lockers, and bubbles of fat sunk into the diamond shaped holes. "Sigh, Knew it from ze minute I saw you. You were just cougar food." Mercy laughed, patting her fatty hip. her entire body began to rock and buck, as her jiggly fat ass thrashed and tried to throw her off, you felt weird being smooshed against a locker like this, but Mercy only moaned, and reared her hips forward, before smashing her big butt against the lockers again with a bang. "Now be have yourself. You're mein booty now. And big butts do three things, sitting, twerking, and get fucked by doctors with big strong cocks." Mercy snapped.

Your wriggles slowed down to a shiver, and content that she'd wrangled her massive new sentient cake, Angela Ziegler gave a cute nod of finality, and turned, opening her locker, and fetching out an XXXL sized pair of trousers, and a brand new shirt (all your squirming as she'd churned you up, and her excessive biting the shirt to keep from moaning as she fingered herself, had ruined her other scrubs and undershirt.

Mercy hung her doctor's coat on the open locker door, and pulled at her 'thong' until the tired, worn out elastic snapped. Her underwear becoming an overstretched pile of string that came off her body with a tear, resting limply in her hands.

"Harumph. You ruined my most decent pair of work panties." She reached back and gave her fat booty a big slap to punish you. "Now we have to wear ze sexy ones!" Mercy smirked. Fetching her stretchiest black lace thong, she slipped it up her shapely calves, her plush thighs, and tugged it up into her phat juicy ass. "A little help here?" Mercy taunted.

You jiggled obediently, working her thong deeper into your, her? Both of you, your crack. She snapped the elastic band, and loved how thicc it made her look digging into her soft milky curves on her waist.

Mercy looked back at her enormous fat shelf of an ass, and bounced on the balls of her feet again, making you dizzy and tingle as she bounced you about. With no pants to restrict you, you clapped loudly. "A big round of applause for the dumbest ass in medicine." Mercy crowed with delight, watching her juicy boulders of fat spread open and slap against each other with each bounce.

You were heating up, all this bullying making you horny, which was only making your new owner horny, which only made her want to squash, squeeze bully and tease you more. You occupied the same body, but the only feelings you shared were lust and a sensitive touch around her fat ass. Poor little doctor booty, phd (pretty huge dumptruck) your only sense of control was making Mercy's fat slosh. Completely along for the ride in her head for the rest of your life.

"You've really gone somewhere in life." Mercy grunted, tugging her new super sized scrub pants up her cheeks, struggling to pack you in. Gritting her teeth, she watched you obediently squirm, working yourself into the pants where you belonged. Satisfied, she continued: "Straight to my ass. What a promising new ca-rear." She squeezed her big butt lovingl. "Zis is your life now, Sentient ass fat jiggling padding this hot milf's cheeks. Do you think Lena's thighs will feel good slapping into you? I am planning on a little dinner date and I dare say, Lena Oxten is a bit of an ass girl herself. I bet her strap would feel good as she humps you."

You both grew a little hornier.

"Behave now." Mercy said, pulling her shirt down over her chest, and tucking it so the hem covered her thong (which was peeking out of her pants) "I have a long shift so make sure you wobble cutely for all the other little prey sluts in zis hospital." She lifted her phone, made a cute face pouting her lips playfully and looking a bit 'questioning' about her massive new ass, making sure she got her wide wobbly wagon in frame, before clicking it, and posting it to "healSLUT".

Angela sashayed over to the door, when her juicy hips got stuck, she coughed. You flexed, 'budging up' a bit so she could scrape herself through, before relaxing with a fat flop that sent the doctor's prey fed ass wobbling.

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"Post op complications"

[Mercy x 💀/💀/💀/💀/💀]

Content Warning: Vore. Post Vore Weight Gain. Implied (already happened) post vore scat. BOOOONES.

Angela sat, one long lock of sweaty blonde hair over her eye. Her eyes half closed, panting, wheezing. .she was on the toilet. Her fat cake rolled over either sides of the seat and hung like saddle bags. Her fat gut, a mere little pillow under the heaving, monstrous milk white tits.

Mercy panted. She was manspreading, slumped against the back of the tank. The healer's breathing heavy. With a groan her ass farted a bit into the bowl signaling the end of her digestive misery. Panting, soaked in sweat, she mumbled to herself.

"Look...look..." she clapped two hands to her gut, and squeezed. All the plush dough like fat gushing between her fingers. "Look what your stupid family did to me!" She whined. Turning her face to glower at your bone white skull, empty sockets staring back at her.

"72 hours laying in bed digesting you all. PTO gone. Sixteen hours on ze toilet. Four trips to the bathroom. Five skulls FIVE FUCKING SKULLS!" Mercy almost choked and sobbed, her poor little butthole was so sore. She bit her lip and grabbed her fat hips "Look at what your sisters did to mein ass! How am I supposed to....these are going to shred my stretchiest pantyhose!" Mercy wobbled her fat hips sending a shake to her new bigger 82 inch ass.

The milf medic slapped her thighs. "Your papa destroyed these, zere is absolutely no way I am wearing those mom jeans you were so horny for now, need an all new wardrobe! And your mother!!!!"

Angela snatched up your polished skull and held it aloft in the palm of her left hand. Glaring at you as she heaved one fat, juicy tit as big as a kickball in the palm of her hand.

"Where am I supposed to get a bra to fit these massive mommy mikkers, hmm!?!" Angela Ziegler tipped her hand letting her big, sweaty, fifty pound tit to slap against the rest of her doughy belly.

Angela dropped her arms helplessly. They were pillowy and fat now, holding them up seemed like such an effort. Her fingers, holding your eye sockets like a bowling ball, relaxed. Your skull clatters to the floor and rolls away. Mercy doesn't care. Why would she give a fuck?

A dog doesn't care about dog food. The Nurse, didn't care about nurse food. Dumb. Young. Eager. Stupid little gutslut. Mercy had already gobbled you up and used you. Your bones were no more important to her than the fucking kleenex you used to clean your cum.

Mercy panted and sighed. Resting her hands on your final burial place: her fat little belly. Squeezing the chub there, she could tell it was you fattening up her new gut. You'd always been a pathetic little pervert for her chubby tummy. It only made sense you'd cling to her warm belly.

"Ugh. You said you were home alone." Mercy sighed, grunting and rocking her body, attempting to get into a standing position. Her legs were numb from hours on the toilet, making it difficult, but not impossible. "Your sister heard you screaming. What did you think was going to happen when I gobbled you up? Hmm? A nice pleasant bath? Maybe jerk off in mein gut and then I let you out? Zat is not how a pred's biology works!" She corrected her glasses as she scolded the gut she couldn't see, but knew was somewhere under those massive tits.

"So then your sisters start screaming for momma and papa, so I have to wrestle them to the ground and start gulping, and by the time your Papa got here I had to pin him to the wall with your sister's legs still hanging out my mouth and all ze DRAMA. I all zat whining about being crushed and not able to breathe under your sisters and the way you begged and sobbed as your mother was pushed ontop of your father and your sister smooshed what was left of you. You were all just dinner at zat point, who cares if you're a little squished?"

Mercy kicked your skull in frustration and you rolled into a dark corner of the bathroom.

Just as well. With her current size she couldn't bend over to pick it up again anyway.

"Hope you are happy." She turned to look at her thick as fuck, plump new curves. Putting a chunky hand into her big ass cheek. Her eyes bulged, her ass was fatter than she thought. "Stupid little prey sluts looking for a quick nut on ze internet. Don't you know I'm a hero? I can't be caught gulping down little perverts like you from online!"

Doctor Zeigler thumped her belly and pouted. So much fucking trouble. So much fat plumping her up.

Then she smiled. Remembering the way you struggled inside her. Getting wet just thinking about how good it felt to masturbate with a big prey filled gut.

"Still. I think you were always supposed to be Mercy food. Ja? You look so good on me." She pat her tummy. And held her head high, as she waddled to the door. Her massive belly, thunder thighs, fat ass and plump tits all bouncing and jiggling with each thundering step. The second floor of your home creaking under her new weight. Mercy grinned, the chub wasn't all bad. She pat her ass, and rubbed her belly. Wondering if anyone would even see her next victim through all that blubber. She kinda liked her rounder face, you know what? Maybe it wasn't so bad. For a moment she considered the doorway approaching her: she was wider, but also softer, she'd have to smoosh her way through a bit. But looking down at her curves they shouldn't be a problem. Heaving one boob then the other through the doorframe, her belly smooshed like a blob pushing it's way through. Beaming, she gave her fat tum a rub, and gave a short triumphant nod, and put one foot forward to head down the hall. To your parents' room perhaps? Mercy found herself hoping your mom had a vibratory somewhere because she suddenly felt much, much bet-

Squthunk.

Mercy nearly tripped and fell flat on her face, her hands caught the sides of the door to steady herself. Her stride halted mid step as something grabbed her about the hips.

Blinking stupidly. Mercy tried to move, her fat sloshed and wobbled as she tried to walk forward, only to rebound and bounce blobbily back into the door frame. Something digging into her waist. She was stuck? Mercy looked back at her fat hips waiting sadly on the inside of the bathroom door, her fat boobs and big belly hanging heavily in the hall. Her big, fat as fuck, massive jiggly, family meal fed booty was stuck in your bathroom doorway.

"Oh ze drama!" She pouted. Mercy frowned and blew a dangling blonde lock of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes. "It never ends!"

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"Fat and chubby, fat and chubby, makes you tastier for mommy." Mercy purrs. Jiggling your love handles up and down causing your tummy, tits, and fat butt to ripple a little as you ate your donut. "You gonna get big and fat for mommy?" Angela whispered squeezing your gut. "Like a big plump bird? You want me to gobble you up?" Angela hissed.

"No? Then why do you keep fattening yourself up for me? If you don't stop soon, you're going to make me big and fat when I'm done with you." She let go of you, stepped back, and rubbed her tum.

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"Suburban Terror"

[Giantess Mercy x Uh...the Suburbs?]

Author's note: Idk I just sort of wrote this no real point to it

Growth Ray. Stupid Invention. Grew everything, even her Underwear. So at least she was only half naked when the hunger pang hit and she'd started her rampage.

10ft Tall Mercy picks up a public bus, ripping it open like a can of beans, and shaking the screaming, squirming juicy contents into her big greedy maw. Her belly already the size of a house, gurgling like thunder. People, pets, luggage, everything slididng down the mini giantess' slick greedy throat, or bunching up on her tongue, teeth and chin until she cupped the wriggling mass of limbs and pressed it into her mouth, just gulping down passengers en mass. Slurping up the bus driver last, Angela dropped the bus and slumped against her belly. Half of the neighborhood churning away in her massive, round, blob of a tum. "Ooooh. Mmfff. Excuse me" Mercy panted, waving at a bug eyed dog walker. "Excuse me, would you mind comming here a moment." She rubbed her big belly. Licking her lips and staring at the woman and her 8 yapping dogs almost lustfully. "I said, come here, you can see I'm clearly in no shape to come to you." Mercy said sweetly beckoning with an outstretched hand and a flex of her fingers toward herself. The woman dropped the leashes and began to run. Angela grunted. Burped, and heaved her massive gut with a loud slam, she blocked the entire street, and both sidwalks in front of the escaping morsel. "Now don't be rude." Mercy frowned, panting and wheezing. Taking no shame in how horny her gluttony was making her, the towering woman began to grind and writhe against the huge mass of screaming, sobbing, squriming prey. "Nnffff. I said come here." She clicked her fingers as the woman turned to run the opposite way down the street. Angela growled. This was so much easier before she'd crammed 56 people down her throat. But she was a pred as tall as a building now, and a growing Angel slut needed a lot of tasty meals to match her normal sized stuffing limits. "Darling, I think you're starting to over do it." Moira called. "I think we better shrink you down again and hide you before-wha? WHAT? UNHAND ME. ANGELA UNHAND ME THIS IS MMFF!!!" Mercy stuffed her booty call roughly into her huge heaving bosom, feeling Moira squirm and kick, her hot screaming breath muffled by the massive mommy pillows. "Mmmmm. Shut up.~" Mercy purred. Cupping a huge tit and shaking the scientist about in her cleavage. She licked her upper lip, and drool poured out of her jaws and slapped against her belly. "Running will not heeeelp Mein Leibliiiiing. You're only postponing the inevitable." Mercy groaned humping her aching, overstuffed gut, and panting. She allowed her eyes to go crossed in pleasure for a moment before regaining her composure. Rolling forward onto her gut, she tried to drag herself down the street. Grunting and turning pink. Her giant 12 foot wide butt wobbling. "Get back here you tasty little treat!!"

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"Gym Rat? More like...Tracer Fat!"

[Lena x Reader]

CW: Vore/ Post vore Weight gain /Digestion / Prey Reader

Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump. Lena's heavy feet slapped the treadmill. Her fat thighs wobbling, her big, overfed butt cheeks jigging like jelly in orange shorts. Shorts that once fit, but now were overstuffed with plush, British fat. The seams in her butt stretched so tight you could almost see her crack.

Well, no you could see her crack. Just the top. Two big blobs like biscuit dough rising above the waistband, smooshed together, and cut in half by a waistband that was doing it's very fucking best to accommodate her fattened up rear. Lena was pink in the face, but grinning ear to ear. Staring down at her round full belly. She let out a little gigglesnort watching the round soft orb slosh and bob, slapping against her big fat thighs as she jogged on the treadmill. "Cheer up Luv, B'sides bein' a great source of protein, pred girls need ta learn to run on a full stomach." She grabbed a great big handful of...well...whatever was left of you. Her belly felt soft, a two inch layer of fat making it soft and marshmellowy to the touch. Like a squishy waterballoon with something semi solid still moaning inside. You shudder and slosh at her touch, but can't escape Lena manhandling you in her tum. Tracer slows to a waddle on the treadmill. Gulping Predorade (gobble berry to be exact) out of a gallon jug. She gives her gut a vigorous shake, and you slosh, doing everything you can to keep your head above the rising pool of acid and Sports drink. "Oh please...Oh please...Oh please..." You moan your limbs push and scrape against the inside walls of her tum, but it's so slippery you just keep sliding onto your back, her little bust resting atop your face as you struggled to keep from drowning as you digested into more soft pred fat. The sound of your pleading nothing but muffled noises that made Lena (if she had to admit it) a little wet. "Awe, don't be that way Luv, yer doin such a good job!" She heaved her tummy and craned her neck smooching the top of your head, as her belly let out a high pitched gurgle: it was done toying with you. Tracer let it drop, and you bounced and wobbled in her bloated, satisfied tum, with a gurgled "nnmmmmmmmm!" you slid onto your back, your ass hitting her belly button, and your neck sliding down to the back of the round sack digesting you, submerged beneath acid and salty energy drink. Lena was gonna get FAT off of you. With a light hearted giggle, Tracer sped up: predgirls needed to learn run on a full stomach, made chasing down witnesses so much easier. "Guuuoooaaaaarrrp." Tracer guffawed stupidly amused by her loud belch. "Phwoar that was a good one! Eh?" Lena thumped her gut and you let out a bubbling yell, that only resulted in less air for you and another "Uurrp" for your bubbly, cheerful pred.

You slowly began to lose consiousness, signing up to be Tracer's personal trainer had seemed like such a sweet gig. You knew she'd been running through them, the tabloids kept talking about it, and every picture she seemed to be getting fatter and plumper. You thought for sure you'd be the one to help her slim down. How hard could it be to get a sprinter to drop a few pounds?

"Oi, Luv" Lena whispered a half surpressed smirk creeping into her lips, her eyes twinkling. "No use belly achin'" Tracer's barely surpressed grin cracked into laughter. "No pain no gain, right?" She gave her tummy a wink, and slapped her hands to her tum as she doubled over giggling. Lena slowed to a waddle again, throwing back her head and gigglesnorting into a cute fit. Giggling into a burp, then giggling again, before giggling into another burp. Until finally she had to switch off the treadmil, and stumble over to the bench for a sit.

Her tum sloshed you about as she turned. Her knees shook as she began to lower her butt to the (frankly thin looking varnished wood) bench. Tracer didn't sit, so much as fell ass first onto the bench. Collapsing under her own chub, and your added weight.

"Lookin' a bit round and soft there Luv, you still with me?" The bench creaked and groaned, soft butt fat spilling out of her shorts, as her thong and crack bulged out of the waistband. Her chubby cheeks hanging over the edge. Tracer playfully shook her tum and got no response. "Huh. Guess you really are just fat now. Psst, do us a favor Luv, my butt just keeps getting bigger, and bigger, do us a favor and go somewhere else for once." She cupped her modest B cups and squeezed them, pouting. "Though I don't mind having a big butt, tell you what, between you and me..." She pet her tum squeezing and pressing into it here and there, "...its kinda fun sitting on cute girls before I gobble them up. So I'm not gonna be too mad. Just these shorts are about knackered." Lena pat her big butt, and as if on cue, a loud rip signaled the crotch of her shorts giving out. "Awe fudge. I gotta wear these out today. Don't suppose ya brought a change of clothes did ya? Maybe some really, really stretchy sweatpants? Or Leggings?"

Her tummy burbled. Her thighs thickening quietly. Her belly shrinking, almost imperceptibly. Her ass blowing up bigger, and rounder and fatter as Tracer used you to fatten up her curves.

No more cute muffled noises from you: You were just breakfast now.

Tracer looked to the left, then to the right, it was still pretty quiet. No one here. Just the two of you. No one else in the gym there to witness your transformation from gym rat, to ass fat.

Biting her lip, the freckles across Lena's face tinged pink. She slipped her fingers into the newly ripped hole, and fished around between tubby thighs for her wet pussy.

"D-Don't tell anyone about this Luv." Tracer began to pant and moan. With another loud rip, the waistband of her shorts gave out and the cloth popped apart. Her big jiggly butt flopping out as her Shorts lay beneath her . Her entire lower body "unwrapped" sitting in her tattered shorts like a burger in unwrapped paper. Her thighs squished closer together with fat, her ass plumping up, and her sports bra began to stretch and bulge, a little push up cleavage starting to grow at the neckline of her workout top.

Mmmm. Lena could go totally for a burger right now.

"Greedy...little...slut..." Lena teased herself. Her knuckles deep in her fat pussy, masturbating "...still digesting this poor thing, and I'm already thinking of stuffing my face again."

No one could figure out why Lena wasn't losing weight. Rumors were she burned through trainers because the chubby pred must just be really hard to work with.

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"Shhh. Its just the healing salve of my belly..." Angela murmers, slowly grinding against your quivering body, as your skin begins to fall off into nice, fatty chunks. Her Leggings halfway down her ass, as it bulged out of the waistband, her breastplate cast aside to give you room to squirm in her big round tum. Mercy's cheeks clap a little as she fucks you into mush. "Shhhh. It's okay. You'll be okay." Angela Lied, moaning under her breath and gritting her teeth she adds...just for herself "Digest you fat little slob, mommy can't wait to be fucking bigger."

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Mercy laughs.

"Quit your whining. You'll make such juicy, bouncy fat!~"

She squeezes her prey filled belly, as you let out one last scream before her rising acids co er your face.

"Mff. No use making a fuss. You're my dinner now." She oets her squirming shouting tummy and giggles.

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Angela trying desperately to be a professional, and perform a basic physical on you...but her sloshing, squirming, screaming lunch is making her so horny and wet she keeps moaning, and leaning on you for support.

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"Now really Fareeha." Mercy huffed, her skinny body flailing this way and that as she tried to get comfortable atop her massive, girlfriend fed belly. "If you didn't want to be eaten, why did you moan, and slide down so easily?"

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Mercy, in nothing but a brown thong, and a shirt that barely reaches the middle of her heaving tits leaving a genrous ammount of underboob, you/your muse snuggled so fucking close to the squirming fat bulge of her full tummy, wearing a crop top. Hers says "Healslut" Yours says "Preyslut."