Shiori couldn't hear Emma's futile protests since her mind was preoccupied with the feeling of her voluptuous form sliding down her throat. The contents of Shiori's stomach shifted again as Emma was pushed further into the cramped space.

Emma’s final shout ended abruptly as half her face was drawn past Shiroi’s lips, squeezing her chest down into the black-clad girl’s gullet. For a moment she dared wonder if the girl was too full to get her down, but the feeling of two hands over her head swiftly ended that errant hope as they proceeded to force the rest of her head into Shiroi’s throat. The lower half of her body was subsequently pushed into the stomach, submerged up to her hips in the stinging pool for a horrific moment - right before one last gulp dislodged her and pushed her bulging belly into the assassin’s own, the rest of Emma’s body finally sliding down into the over-full space.

For several moments, Shiori’s belly loudly thrashed and gurgled as Emma threw herself about in a final, desperate fury. With two girls and a now-liquified guard inside her stomach and the soup of her client largely relocated to her intestines, the assassin’s stomach likely resembled a massive water-balloon by now, and the audible sloshing would certainly help complete the effect. But by now, that same volume of meals she’d eaten also meant an increase in the pressure on Emma, who wasn’t as fit as Dahlia and had wasted all her breath screaming.

As a result, it wasn’t even a full fifteen seconds before the struggles within Shiori’s massive belly abated for the last time. The expanse of pale flesh was now disturbed only by the occasional ripple of digestion, steadily churning it’s contents into nutrients for it’s owner - and finally bringing an end to the absurd chain of events Emma had started that night.

Art by MrMetroid107:
Story and characters belong to me

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