Art by DarkArtistKaiser
Aira by Me

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Three days. Three long, grueling, unbearably hot days of serenity for her as she works you down. Your physical shape has long since been melted away, and all that remains of your physical being has been turned into a colossal round belly for your gorgeous ‘genie’.

Turns out she wasn’t just a magical wish-granting servant...

She was a djinn. One with an insatiable desire to feel her master wallow into a syrupy meal inside of her.

She was comfortable now, her soft moans and even softer inner walls cradling and turning you to a heavy sludge without remorse or forgiveness. The sensations were indescribable once you arrived in this roaring, surging tummy of hers. You floundered for hours, only able to bulge out against her cauldron guts as she stretched and groped your every move. The heat had been the most unbearable part of it at first. That was until you realized how different a magical stomach was. It was practically psychedelic; a violet colored starscape that danced all around as it pulpified you. It would hug and fondle your legs and arms, roll up and down your back, massage your front, intrude on your mouth and rear, all while your ‘genie’ closed her eyes and basked in the pathetic squirming you were so good at. Tremor after tremor after tremor without rest.

Magic and pachyderm physiology mixed perfectly; forcing you to melt over that incredible first forty hours or so. You can’t help but reminisce about it as you feel another squeeze. A much, much more forceful one. A bulging ripple of her flesh climbed up from below. It shook, the tremor washing over you and hoisting you higher as a tingling chill ran through you.

Her guts finally got to your core. Your everything. Your very soul.

She doesn’t even move a limb as she hums a pleasant hum. Her breathing grows deeper, and as your slurry bathes in her belly she spreads her thighs to let you droop lower. Sickening, wet gurgles. Hot, unyielding stomach walls. Oppressive, deep, and forceful massages from her insides finally finish you off with a massive hug inward.

With this tremendous final moment, you become wholly digested into magnificent roundness and depth for her belly.

Aira reclined a bit as she sat, legs spread and paunch as heavy as ever as your radiant soul finally began to glow. She smiles, looking down past her bosom to stare at your blooming bluish hue. She teased you with a bend of her spine and a quick mini-buck of her hips. You jut forward before sinking back into your jiggling round shape. The sensation of a properly broiled victim becoming pure energy and heat in the center of her rounded gut. Her belly button quivered, scrunching and whining as all your volume rounded out with her direction.

She cooed. Her titanic thighs spread wider to let you sag downward...but her abdomen was so wonderfully perfect in its shape that it refused to sag lower.

A rumble came, then. It jostled you inward, running around and up and down your blue bulging self as some magical carbonation bubbled up. She spread her legs wider, sex glistening and making her inner thighs glossy with oily desire. Her eyes fluttered as that bubbling digestive hug brought your last gasp of air up and into her sternum. She flexed, spine cringing as it arrived;

Br-BBRNN..-BUUURRP

She burped, the taste of your soul coating her palate as you shivered in her stomach. Her gut cherished and clutched you close, refusing to let you ponder where you might wind up after this...this process was all said and done.

“Don’t worry, ‘master’,” she cooed. “You’re not going anywhere...yet.” she teased.


Her guts could not speak, but you could tell they were already making plans for you.

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