“*Mulatto butts, (mulatto butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)! Black and white butts, (black and white butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)!*”
 
 
“Who's phone is that!? Turn it off right now, or I'm taking it.” The teacher turned and called out into the room, squinting his eyes as he scanned for the perpetrator. He couldn't detect whoever's phone it was, there wasn't any shuffling except for the scratching of pencil on paper. He shrugged, turning back to the board.
 
 
In the back of the room, Katrina moaned a little to herself, rubbing her stomach. It had shrunk down since that morning when she ate a misbehaving student. Her history teacher had gotten sick of the boy mouthing off during class, and sicked the black Gutter on him. Not one to turn down a free meal, she had swallowed him without hesitation, although now she regret not emptying his pockets. For one thing she would have stolen all his cash, and another his phone kept ringing and she had no way of getting it to stop.
 
 
So now, not only did she have to poo a phone, a wallet, and any clothing that didn't get digested, she was going to get in trouble because the future-little shit had turned his ringer up on full blast out of spite. Now, whenever he got a call, it shrieked that vulgar tune, or-
 
 
“*Black ass momma, (black ass momma), white ass daddy, (white ass daddy)!*”
 
 
-did that when he got a text. It was already humiliating for Katrina to have to watch her classmates listen to her stomach scream about mocha asses and their parents, but now she was going to get detention for not slowing down when she was offered a delicious breakfast of prepubescent douchebag.
 
 
Sure he tasted good, his clothes weren't all that great, but starting with his toes, feeling them wriggling in her throat as she licked his slightly hairy legs, and removing his shirt to taste a portly little tummy! He was a little sweaty from what must have been a morning jog, too, she couldn't resist tasting him a little more than was strictly necessary. The best part was her tongue sliding along his face, she gave him a little french just before he went down, and got a nice after taste of regretful tears as he screamed for mercy.
 
 
It made her feel good, exerting her power over this asshole, making him cry for his mommy, and even better when she opened her mouth and let the class hear his voice from her empty, light-snuffing throat. The class went silent everytime she let his voice travel up through her throat, opening it and her lips to let him speak to the outside world, teasing him with a glimmer of fluorescent light from.the classroom every once in awhile.
 
 
“*Black ass momma, (black ass momma), white ass daddy, (white ass daddy)!*”
 
 
Now, the fucker half-digested, he was still disrupting class and he was using Katrina to do it!
 
 
The teacher had gotten angry, going up and down the rows to find the source of the outbursts. Other students started chuckling as it played, hiding underneath their textbooks as he glared at them.
 
 
Katrina couldn't take it anymore, standing up with a big blush on her face. Despite being a ruthless Gutter and an occasional drinker (only when she had someone to splash it onto, or was expecting a meal), she was a model student, and needed to confess.
 
 
“You! How are you even carrying a phone!? You damn Gutters are a scourge! Already you constantly disrupt my classroom with your loud stomach, gurgling and frothing from your cannibalistic gorging, now you think it's funny to play vulgar ringtones in my class! Give me your phone, young lady, right now or you'll never see it again!” He shot out his hand (Katrina's eyes dipped to look at it, instinctually thinking of how tasty it would be) expecting her to begrudgingly hand over her phone.
 
 
Instead, she just let out a sigh as the ringtone played.
 
 
“How dare you! I'm standing right here and you continue to mock me!”
 
 
Katrina put her hands up. “Truly, sir, I don't have my phone on me! I have my friend carry it for me, she's not even in this class! I just… well, I ate someone earlier today and I… I ate his phone too. On accident. I didn't have time to strip him all the way, I just sorta- I'm sorry.”
 
 
The teacher was steaming. His face was beat red and he crushed the chalk in his hand. “You have to make everything difficult, don't you? I don't care what sort of stupid thing you did, FIX IT!”
 
 
“I… Sir, the phone is in my stomach, I can't just reach in and turn it off! Unless you can get someone to let me eat them, I don't know what I could do!”
 
 
She said it as a joke, but the professors eyes squinted. He spun around, eyeing the class, trying to find someone else to bully. He singled out a small girl, the type who did anything a teacher asked. Once she was made to clean a particularly messy toilet - something Katrina would feel guilty about if she knew it was the one she had destroyed after one particularly large meal - and had nothing to say about it other than that she was happy to help.
 
 
Katrina's eyes went wide as she stood up and started reluctantly stripping. “Y-you don't have to do this! I don't want you to, I refuse! There's no way I'm going to let you throw your life away, Laney!”
 
 
As much as Katrina listened to her stomach, she did have a conscience. Although eating Laney would be a dream come true - the girl was beautiful, an ideal little submissive girlfriend, and was the adored 'boys mascot’ of the school - the Gutter would never live with the fact that she digested the most successful student in school.
 
 
“There's no helping it, the teacher asked. Open your mouth, Katrina, swallow me whole.” Laney took a step forward, her dainty frame and kind eyes pushing the 6 foot predator back a step in kind.
 
 
“Please, don't make me. Don't make me eat you.” Katrina shook her head, stumbling on a desk. “I'll do whatever you say, please, just don't follow your brown nose down my throat!”
 
 
“That is an order, Katrina, eat her or I'm going to report you!” The teacher shouted.
 
 
That was the only barrier Katrina had left, the only reason she could resist, and the teacher smashed it. Without a direct order, a Gutter didn't have to eat anyone, they were encouraged not to, but after being told by someone who had legal documentation marking you as a slave? There wasn't much that could be done.
 
 
Except one thing. A loophole.
 
 
“Laney, I'll give you my life!” Katrina grabbed the little girls hand, currently aimed toward her mouth, and placed it on the thick brown collar around the Gutters neck. “I'll sign for you to be my Master, I'll do it willingly, just don't make me digest you!”
 
 
Laney paused.
 
 
“This is your last chance. If you put your hand on my lips, it's over, I won't be able to hold back. I will consider you food, and I'll eat you whole and alive. There's a half-digested corpse in my stomach, and you'll be stewing in it till you die, all because you refuse to take your lips off of that dickwad’s ass. There's no coming back, you'll be shit in the toilet by morning.” Katrina moved the hand down, pushing it against her gurgling stomach. There was a deafening silence, Laney thinking very hard about what was about to happen.
 
 
“*Mulatto butts, (mulatto butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)! Black and white butts, (black and white butts), mulatto butts, (mulatto butts)!*”
 
 
The teacher cried out in anger, his face flush with frustration, he lost patience and took a step forward to push Laney. Unfortunately for him, she stepped out of the way, and he was stuck with his hands in Katrina's mouth.
 
 
Anger turned to horror, “no, you can't do this, you can't! You'll be killed if you eat me!” He thought he was safe, until Laney let out a small cough.
 
 
“Actually, because of the pact - presented by Katrina, which I know accept - I have the authority to force her to eat one person of lower clearance than me every week. That, or she dies. Katrina, please eat that man.” Laney wasn't smiling, but her one open eye gave the Gutter an impression she wanted to.
 
 
Good enough for her, Katrina opened her mouth wide with her throat already pulling on her teachers fingers, swallowing more and more of him with every swallow. This time she remembered to remove his pants, and after choking on his shirt she got to tease his cock. It wasn't anything to look at really, but had a salty, savory taste that she could appreciate, feeling it harden into the back of her throat as she folded it with her tongue and bit into his balls with her bottom teeth.
 
 
As a surprise, Laney had walked over while her Gutter was busy swallowing the teachers cock into her tight, pulsing throat, and stuck two fingers into Katrina's pussy, tugging up like hooks into meat.
 
 
“Swallow him down, my Gutter, take him down your throat and digest him. I always hated that fucker, and now he's going to suffer as you break him down into nothing but soup and absorb him into you forever. I'm going to enjoy fondling the fat you get from him.” Laney used her thumb to circle around Katrina's clit as she massaged the inside of her pussy.
 
 
Deeper in, Katrina could feel her prisoners - having acquired them almost a year earlier - began squirming around. Her womb was probably filling with juices as she got excited, inciting the tiny people trapped inside her most precious place to beat along the walls for their owner. Long since had they broken for her, and now loved to serve whenever she had sex, masturbated, or just demanded their attention for the hell of it. Katrina enjoyed owning the shrunken women, it made her feel in control, but at this point she had just given up the last bit of power she had to Laney.
 
 
The girl herself was now standing in front of her new slave, pulling her down and opening her mouth wide to see as the teacher was completely swallowed. His toes disappeared forever into Katrina's gullet, soon replaced by her soft, spit covered flesh as the man traveled down into her pit of a stomach. Already he was beginning to be digested, the delinquent from earlier was little more than a pile of bones and some digested soup the teacher was forced to stew in.
 
 
Laney released her Gutter’s mouth, then leaned in to steal a kiss. Katrina was treated to the sweet, meaty taste of her new Master's tongue as it slipped past her lips, followed by feeling it slip down between her breasts and onto her stomach. She then replaced her tongue with one ear, listening to the muffled cries of her digesting teacher.
 
 
“*Black ass momma, (black ass momma), white ass daddy, (white ass daddy)!*”
 
 
The phone went off again, Laney giggling as she kept listening to Katrina's bulging stomach gurgle. Inside, the teacher picked up the device, covered in stomach acids and broken down sinew. It was a text from the boys mother.
 
 
>Hey kiddo, are you going to be taking the bus today?
>Hello?
>Did you get your phone taken or what?
 
 
The teacher could feel his toes melting, but it was his responsibility.
 
 
>This is a teacher, your son will not be coming home today.
 
 
>Did he get detention? You can't keep him overnight!
 
 
>You might say that, of a sort. Your son is dead, he was just recently digested. You should receive an email by the end of the day confirming this.
 
 
>W-what!? No, there's no way he'd agree to that!
 
 
>I'm sure he did not, or else I wouldn't be able to text you about this. He was most likely acting up in class and the teacher of that class had him… for lack of better term, put in detention.
 
 
>What kind of school are you running that a Gutter can just digest kids!
 
 
The teacher felt this was a good rule at school: no one dies. However, as someone currently getting digested, he had no responsibility to make her happy.
 
 
>I agree with you, only because I'm currently in the same stomach that turned your son into this. He says hello.
 
 
He held the phone up, taking a picture of him looking very unpleased while holding the boys skull. The flash hurt, of course, but definitely gave him a better view of his prison. While he could tell it was slimy and filled with acid, seeing it lit up was another thing. Green and orange goop covered the walls, and consisted of the waist-high puddle he was sitting, along with bones eaten clean and leftover hair, clothing, and the occasional floating bit of skin or organ.
 
 
The woman, obviously, was unhappy.
>How dare you! I'm going to get you fired, you'll never find work again!
Clearly she also wasn't thinking very hard.
 
 
>I doubt that would happen anyw-
 
 
He tried to continue, but realized that instead of fingertips, he only had bones left. His fingers had melted off, falling into the pit of stew. Unable to send the last text, he gave up, settling down into the acid.
 
 
Only just then did he notice the small red light attached to a tiny pill stuck to the top of the ceiling. The signal light for when someone was watching inside the stomach.
 
 
“He's given up. Can't believe the last thing he did was text some woman he didn't even know.” Lydia said, moving her phone over for her friends to see. While Diana and a few others watched, Katrina herself was laying on the couch with Laney between her legs.
 
 
The girl had her two hands on the larger girls thighs, and her tongue stuck deep in her cunt. It wasn't a minute later that she came, clasping her legs around Laney's head and holding her there as a spurt of femcum came into her mouth. She sat up, swallowing it before laying herself next to Katrina's stomach. She used her stomach as a pillow and pressed her ear against the gut, hearing as it glorped under the pressure. Laney could hear it begin draining its first victim, the second slowly being worked on.
 
 
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For the last week Katrina had been at the young woman's beck and call, doing everything she asked. This consisted mainly of letting Laney explore her sexuality, and that meant a lot of sex. In the past 7 days they'd gone over 2 dozen rounds of what started out as tentative exploration building to intense - and sometimes dangerous - vore-heavy intercource.
 
 
While the Gutter drew mild enjoyment out of the timid girl as Laney explored every inch of Katrina's body, - from licking her feet to exploring between her legs, a gentle time playing with Katrina's much larger breasts, and a delicate, flowering, sensual few days where all they did was kiss - Laney learned very quickly how to make Katrina happy.
 
 
It started getting more rough on the Saturday of that week. Uninvited, Laney had made her way to Katrina's house - wearing nothing but a collar she had bought online. It looked just like the one a Gutter would use, complete with a little fake electric shocker, but upon closer inspection, or just running into anyone who knew her, it wouldn't hold up to suspicion.
 
 
Katrina pulled her inside, Laney was bright red and looking a bit delirious - her legs covered in her own fluid and her face screwed into a lewd grin. She did her best to walk as if it was normal, but she never would've imagined how embarrassing it would be.
 
 
“I wanted to know - to know what it was like to be a Gutter. I'm dating one, after all.” She had said.
 
 
Katrina couldn't hold back she was so happy. She kissed Laney right there, and the two of them spent a deeply passionate night together.
 
 
More than once during that night Laney had stuck her head in Katrina's mouth, like a lion tamer at the circus she gave complete trust to the Gutter, feeling her girlfriends hands around her waist as she delved down her gullet and kissed the inside of her throat. It was a whole new experience for Katrina, one she couldn't get enough of. It was difficult, keeping Laney suspended above her stomach, - inches away from being lost forever to her new lovers stomach - but she held her there, resisting the urge to swallow, letting the girl rub and kiss the velvety, spit-covered walls of her esophagus.
 
 
Then, 5 days later, she disappeared for the weekend, only to come back to Katrina's house Sunday night.
 
 
“Hello…. Um, is Katrina home?” She asked, the cold, night breeze on her bare skin causing her to shiver.
 
 
The woman who answered the door gave her a raised eyebrow. “Yes, she is. Would you happen to be the girlfriend she's been fussing over all weekend?” She paused at the word 'girlfriend’, looking at Laney's waist.
 
 
“Y-yes… I wanted to come see her, is that alright?”
 
 
The woman huffed, glaring a moment before stepping aside. Laney rushed in, thanking the woman and rushing up the stairs to her girlfriends room.
 
 
“Laney!? Where have you been, I've been so worried!” Katrina wrapped her arms around the much smaller girl, pressing her squirming stomach filled with fresh prey against Laney. She held there for a full nine seconds before opening her eyes in shock.
 
 
“Is that...?” She asked stepping back. “There's no way, how did you even do that!?”
 
 
Spliced into Laney's skin was a brand new cock, fully functional, and to show it, erect beyond belief. It's head was engorged with blood, turning it a bright crimson as the foreskin peeled back along the glans, fully revealing its bulbous head. The skin was just a slightly darker color than the rest of Laney's pale, doll-like skin, and there was a lot of it. The shaft pressed lightly onto Laneys belly as the tip poked the bottom of her flat breasts. It was wide enough to full obscure her cute little belly-button, and as thick as a child's arm.
 
 
Hanging lower, like forbidden fruit, were two bulging ballsacks. They were huge, swollen with cum that begged to be shot up into Katrina's dripping pussy. They weren't just filled with cum, either, as on closer inspection there were small forms drowning in the semen filled balls, trapped inside.
 
 
Laney noticed her girlfriend staring. She grabbed her left testicle, squeezing a little as the little prisoner inside squirmed harder. “This is my sister. I love her a lot. She was going to go off to college next week, far, far away. I didn't want her to leave me, so I decided to keep her forever in my balls. She'll get to swim in my semen and help me cum, and I'll never let her leave me.”
 
 
Katrina's lips were getting moist, both pairs as she thought of swallowing the massive cock, feeling a tiny woman getting shot up her pussy or down her throat.
 
 
“The other is my art teacher. She always made the most beautiful art, and was such a wonderful support for me. Everyday she would make me feel good with compliments and pretty words. I hated it though, because I had to share her with the rest of the class.” Laney fondled herself, and felt the woman start squirming more. “Now she is all mine, and makes me feel good all the time just by being here with me! I hope she likes it in there, I don’t ever want to let her out, even if I can’t see her art or hear her voice. As long as she’s with me, stuck in my balls, I’ll be happy.”
 
 
Katrina had her eyes glued to her girlfriends cock, and she couldn’t keep her tongue in her mouth. The sight of it, so long and hard, dripping with pre-cum that slid down the side, it made her hungrier than she’d ever been before! Her brain was going haywire as she stared at the bulbous red head, as it it was taunting her, looking so delicious.
 
 
She couldn’t wait anymore, Katrina dove to her knees and took half the length in her mouth all at once. It touched the back of her throat, prodding on her uvula before she swallowed it, taking the head into her esophagus. She could feel it pressing out on her skin, filling her whole throat, and she hadn’t even taken the whole thing yet.
 
 
“Couldn’t even wait, could you? I guess I don’t blame you, I mean, I’ll bet you’ve never gotten your hands on meat this big in your life! At least, not any sort of meat that came back out of your mouth after you swallowed it.” Laney giggled, reaching down and squeezing her own balls.
 
 
Katrina wasn’t listening, she was too busy tasting the thick dick in her mouth. Her tongue slid all along it’s salty, sweaty shaft, trying to get as much flavor off of it as she could. She could even taste as smegma that had begun building up was released, dick cheese rising up from her throat before she swallowed it again, enjoying the bitter taste. Katrina’s ebony skin glistened with sweat as she worked her head up and down, eagerly sucking her mistresses cock like it was going to save her life.
 
 
“You like my taste, don’t you? You like licking my dick, having it in your throat like that. Tell me you like it.” Laney said grinning.
 
 
Katrina unsheathed the massive cock for only enough time to scream, “yes! I love it, I love your cock so much!”
 
 
Lany just kept smiling, her hand on the back of her girlfriends head. She could feel a tug begin building, one in the back of her balls. Like an itch that just needed scratching, and the only way to do it was to cum. The little ones in her dick pushed her toward the edge as well, squirming inside her balls with all their might. Her art teacher, Amanda, was such a kind woman. Her sister was always so caring, like her real mother. Now they were both safe inside her cum-filled sack, to forever bring her pleasure as she kept them close. Laney ran her hand over Katrina’s cheek, looking at the Gutters crazed eyes, filled with lust. She truly loved this girl, she was the first person to be so open about wanting Laney to be alive. Sure she loved Amanda and June, her sister, but they never let her do as she wanted like Katrina did. They were never truly happy just because Laney showed up, not like Katrina, her lovely little puppy.
 
 
She’d had a very eventful weekend, all for this moment, having used her parents money to buy a shrink ray, and using some connections to get a cock that was genetically identical to her in every way. She would have no substitute, and she was entirely happy with the monstrosity attached to her. They had told her that her potential was too high for any normal woman to accept, and offered her alternatives, but she declined. Her lover wasn’t normal, and she would gladly take the cock.
 
 
The hard part was over, having undergone the surgery, she just had to find her June and Amanda in secluded places where she could steal them away. Laney invited them both to an art gallery, and asked them to meet in the alley behind so they would be able to find each other. They showed up separately, and one after the other she shrunk down the second and third most important people in her life before dropping them both in her pants. They got adequately familiar with her massive cock as she enjoyed the gallery in a way most people don’t, sexually. Surrounded on all sides, passing schools of children or old couples, she kept in her moans as the shrunken women in her bulging panties squirmed against their future home.
 
 
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she took them to the bathroom, and in the middle stall, while the other two were occupied, she lowered her skirt, jerked her new dick to full length, and worked her toys into their new homes. She introduced them slowly, making small moans as she jerked her almost foot long length in the stall and fed it squirmy little women. They asked her why she was doing this, why she would treat them like nothing but toys for her dick, and she told them it was because she loved them. It was because she could never lose them, and so she would keep them with her forever.
 
 
Now, as Katrina sucked her off, Laney was sure they understood, having spent a day and night inside her musty sack. They must know by now that she could never live without them, that she needed them with her. She reached down and gave her cock toys a gentle squeeze, smiling as they picked up their struggles for her.
 
 
“I’m cumming!” Laney shouted, putting both hands on Katrina’s head and forcing her down. The Gutter was forced to touch lips with her pelvis, the cock sliding all the way down her throat and penetrating Katrina’s stomach. Laney could feel her tip tingling when a little bile splashed it, only for the sensation to be completely washed over by a huge torrent of semen. Her balls emptied into the stomach, tightening to completely empty and revealing the suction-cupped forms of the prisoners inside. They were stuck, slapped to the sides of their cells for a full thirty seconds as cum dumped into Katrina’s stomach. The gutter bloated up, her stomach filling up with cum. She didn’t dare raise her head, feeling as semen dumped into her by the gallon. She used one hand to rub her rapidly expanding stomach. Even with squirming prey inside her stomach, the effect was noticeable. It especially made a change as the food started freaking out, trying to raise their head above the rising tide of cum.
 
 
When the semen finally stopped, and Katrina sat up for a breather, Laney couldn’t help but be curious. “Who’re you digesting now?”
 
 
Katrina panted, wiping her forehead and licking her lips. A hand went to her tummy, rubbing her panicked food into submission. “Daddy couldn’t stand seeing his little girl crying, so he offered to take my mind off worrying. I don’t know how he feels being doused in your cum, but he’s not coming out now. He feels too good filling me up!” She giggled, hugging her tummy. It bulged out a little, as if to agree on his discomfort.
 
 
“You were that worried about me?” Laney asked, pulling herself closer. Katrina felt shrunken when her five foot mistress sat up, even when she was a foot and a half taller.
 
 
“O-of course, Laney, I love you. You’re my girlfriend, right?” It was a question she sometime’s asked herself, given their odd relationship. She had heard of a Gutters master or mistress using them for sex, but never in an actual relationship like they had. Although, it wasn’t impossible. Some Gutters simply handed over the deeds of their freedom to those they trusted, in hopes they would get more rights than they had before, and whatever consequences befell them was to be expected.
 
 
Laney, however, was a a smart and independent thinker, despite her undying need to please those above her. When Katrina proposed that deal, she entirely expected to be used as a slave, worked like a dog to please her in any fashion. To end up in bed with her, as what Katrina almost saw as an equal, it was blowing her mind.
 
 
Her mistress read her thoughts like an open book. “Yes, we are dating. I love you, more than anyone else in the world could. Do you love me that way?”
 
 
Katrina gulped. “Of course I do. You have treated me kinder than most of my family. It’s not easy being a black Gutter, but you seem to look past that. Not just my looks, but you really like me, don’t you?”
 
 
“Yes, I do. You’re always there for me, Katrina, whether you want to be or not, and that’s what makes you mine. But you also don’t complain about it, and you always let me do what I want. I would know if you don’t like it because you speak your mind clearly and honestly, so when I did things like this,” Laney reached over and stuck two fingers in Katrina’s pussy, “or this,” holding her love in a grasp, she leaned in and stole a wet kiss, “you’ll say that you liked it or not.”
 
 
Katrina’s face was turning red, really appreciating Laney’s aggressive side. “I do like it. I do a lot.” She muttered faintly.
 
 
Laney giggled. “So when I say that your body belongs to me, you’d agree?”
 
 
“Y-yes.”
 
 
“And your mind? That’s mine too, right?”
 
 
Katrina could almost feel herself getting shrunk out of her pride. “Of course, Mistress.”
 
 
“How about your soul? You’re will and your future? You’re life? All of those belong to me, you agree? You’ll hand them over to me willingly?” Laney’s eyes bore holes through Katrina’s dignity, and her self-worth.
 
 
“All of it, Mistress, they’re all yours. My life belongs to you, inside and out.” Katrina said quickly, gasping when Laney popped her fingers out of her toys wet pussy.
 
 
“Good. Then since I own you completely, I want you to spread your legs, and let me take the last thing that I need.”
 
 
Katrina did as she was told, laying on her back and spreading her legs open for Laney to see. “A-and what would that be, Mistress?” She asked, feeling exposed.
 
 
Laney moved forward, aiming her massive cock for Katrina’s sopping wet hole, and laid herself upon her toys stomach, staring deep into her eyes. “You’re virginity, your first born child, and your hand in marriage.”
 
 
Katrina didn’t get a chance to say anything before her opening was torn open by Laney’s huge member. Her mistress was ruthless, saving nothing to be gained as she slammed herself into Katrina. Like a sheath she completely filled the girl, their pubic hair touching as Katrina was entirely filled. Her pelvis bulged as her womb was penetrated, and her own little toys began playing with the first new thing to appear in their prison in months.
 
 
“I can feel your prisoners, Love, they’re playing with the tip of my cock. I didn’t get a chance to go on that trip, my parents didn’t want me distracted by the feeling of little toys in my uterus. They didn’t want my most precious place tainted with scum.” She pulled out a bit before slamming in again, making Katrina cry out.
 
 
“Though, now that they’re no more than toys themselves, perhaps I could make a visit to the prison and get some more toys for myself. Say, maybe I could get you some more as well. How would you like another couple prisoners filling up your womb? They’ll be our babies first playthings, they’ll watch over our firstborn as she uses them inside you. Maybe they’ll move to her womb instead, when she’s old enough, what do you think?”
 
 
Katrina said nothing, foaming at the mouth as cum started leaking up into her throat. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, almost limp as Laney smashed her pussy except for her death grip on the sheets. It made Laney a little sad, seeing her massive, powerful Gutter brought to the brink of unconsciousness by nothing more than Laney’s giant dick.
 
 
“I guess I should wrap up, then.” She sighed, grunting a little as she urged herself to cum faster, picking up speed and using Katrina like a fleshlight. The powerful young woman was almost screaming, gasping and moaning as she was fucked into submission.
 
 
Finally, Laney stopped, hilting herself for the last time as she started pumping semen intrauterine of her prisoner filled Gutter. The little women stuck inside began treading as their home was filled with cum, eventually becoming so swollen with cum that it bulged Katrina’s pelvis. Laney could feel June and Amanda in her balls, squished tight as their home contracted and pushed out as much cum as possible. Her mind clouded over with a fuzz of euphoria, and her vision faltered as black dots filled her eyes. Laney collapsed, falling onto Katrina and passing out with her Gutter.
 
 
She groaned, snuggling up. “I love you, Katrina.”