Asami straddled the top of Korra’s monstrously bloated stomach, grinding furiously against the soft dark skin that now stretched and entrapped dozens of current and former fans of the avatar. The occupant’s of Korra’s insides were packed tightly together, barely able to shift uncomfortably in their wet fleshy prison. Several hours ago, the room was full of excited, hopeful fans, bubbling with excitement to meet the avatar. Now, said Avatar was breaking them down, processing them into nutrients for her body while she furiously masturbated to the thought of the sheer primal shamelessness of it all. Korra didn’t resist it any more. Looking at people as food was fucking hot, and the less deserving they were of such a horrible fate, the hotter it became.

After getting the invitation to the meet-and-greet, Korra knew immediately that she wanted to reduce all of her admirers to nothingness as a hot evening activity for her and Asami. What she wasn’t expecting was the number of them, a solid 60 attendees. It was more than she’d ever even considered eating in one go, but Korra knew an Avatar shouldn’t back away from a challenge just because it was difficult. She thought of Avatar Aang, the trials he faced… the difficulties he endured. It took all of Korra’s efforts to put the entire fan club in her stomach, and by the end her gut was so massive it suspended her off the ground- for now, she was an immobile attachment to her colossal belly.

Asami scaled the side of Korra’s enormous stomach like climbing a boulder, her bare feet sinking into the soft flesh, her fingers digging into the mounds… Korra moaned pleasurably at the feeling of Asami, naked and spread out, her whole body contacting just a small portion of her newly rounded stomach. By the time Asami reached the top, Korra was already pleasuring herself.

The earliest arrivals to Korra’s stomach, now compressed at the bottom, were feeling the effects of digestion. The most resilient among them remained as bony skeletal bulges, while many more no longer had any resemblance to their previous forms. Their bodies, reduced to a thick fan stew, would begin to pump through Korra’s intestines. Still many more remained alive and active at the top of Korra’s stomach. Asami, having finally reached its summit, began rubbing herself along their forms, enjoying the thought of them sharing the messy, humiliating fate soon.

As their pleasure heated up, Asami began teasing Korra. Their favorite dirty talk involved scolding Korra for her naughty actions. Korra got off on the power balance, her dominating the entire city. Asami got off on dominating the dominator. The crueler and more monstrous Korra became in private, the hotter it was that Asami to commanded it. When Korra digested a man or a woman, or doomed a family to a burning digestive fate because she knew it was please Asami, it was like a sexual awakening for the two of them, and all of Republic City would have to watch stand in fear of Korra and Asami’s nightly erotic engagements.

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