Part 4/5 of the Felicia sequence anonymously commissioned to promote Vorse Raider's( nitro-rhino)'s MUGEN edits, check out the fighters on the forum page!

The prey for this sequence is Samantha Grey, rights and property of  Doku!

The story continues below!

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(P4.)
In any other instance, the transforming magic utilized by felicia would have already worn off after a short set period of time, allowing the victim a chance to properly retaliate in their normal size and shape however, this much is only true provided they are not contained within Felicia's body where she is free to continuously concentrate her magic to keep her victims trapped in the shrunken, mouse state.

Those who manage to keep clear of her clutches long enough to avoid being consumed are rare and Samantha was unfortunate enough to be one of those rare few, instead learning firsthand, intimate knowledge of those others whom had just recently run afoul of felicia just a few hours earlier. Felicia's stomach being not just oddly swollen on the outside just for show, but being packed full of previous victims whom had also been changed into mice against their will, all sharing the same burbling, churning and cramped chamber. A chamber which after just a short time grows too scalding and constrictive for such smaller, frail lifeforms to survive the expected biological processes.

Felicia basks in contentment after her victory, having defeated so many foes and savoring them intimately as any ordinary feast - twisting their losses into her own hunger-sating victory spoils. The rampant squeaks emitting from her bulging midsection only slow and fade over time while the organic churning rises ever louder, helped along by her own indulgent rubbing, both massaging in her digestive enzymes over her prey as well as teasing the remaining rodents conscious enough to feel the deliberate kneading gestures until even that sensation fades.
Being the last, Samantha herself is fully aware of the inevitability and in her own mouselike way begins squealing her last squeaks in the cramped and muscular cauldron of steaming-hot fluids whether or not Felicia could hear, care or tell Samantha's pleading little protests apart from the others.
In the end, Felicia herself doesn't even remember Samantha apart from the others, nor does she care. She merely massages herself as her prey continues churning into nutritional mush to be dispensed into her bowels.

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