Emily loves a meal that can pack a punch. After she would scare her meal to the point of tiring them, she always enjoys feeling their feeble attempts at punching their way out of her elastic chasm of a stomach. She's often the one to allow her meal to try to escape her, but in the end, they all are converted to a layer of fat on her ghostly boobs.

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