After turning another heroic crusader into her gurgling gut, Liz couldn’t believe her prey had the nerve to ask her to strip down. She wouldn’t strip for her evening steak so she wouldn’t strip for her latest meal. Devouring them down she expected frantic struggles from her new prey after the mind-altering magic stopped but instead, she felt odd hand movement inside her stomach as her prey gave up on their feeble attempts at escape and resorted to enjoying being treated like her evening steak.

Spanking her belly only to hear her prey moaning out Liz attempted to get them to fear their fate to no avail as apparently some people like being food for a Bunny Waitress. Liz grumbled to herself going around serving other customers as her meal continued to play with themselves, depriving her of the enjoyment of an unwilling meal. However, she found solace in the fact that her efforts removed another self-appointed hero from dishing out their own sense of justice on people who didn’t ask for such a thing.

Not being much of a fan of broken toys Liz longed for a hero who thought they had the power to escape her fleshy embrace, those kinds of Heroes are so much more fun to slowly break down and taunt until they finally realize their fate. Blushing at the thought Liz continued her rounds before her next attempt at catching a good meal.

((Was in a mood so drew it up in short order, thank you  Neraciro for tittle help <3
Also working on Commissions ))

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