First and foremost, this was a YCH commission done by  SomeShittySketches.

“What’s wrong, boys? I thought you knew what you were getting into?” Layla Lillis asked teasingly at the absolute immobilizing dome of flesh that was her gut. The various outlines of heads and hands pressing against her flesh could be seen sinking in and out of view as her mid-riff loudly groaned. “I slip out of my clothes for some fun with all of you and in the end I get to eat. I thought it was a really simple agreement.”

Muffled replies came, but Layla neither could hear or cared to hear what her many meals were trying to say. It was all the same at the end of the day.

“Well, whatever, thanks for the fucks and food. Haven’t felt this good since…” Layla paused glancing to the side. Did it really matter how long ago it was since she got to indulge herself like this? Maybe she did care about how long it had been, but it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was she got to experience it and feel satisfied. For a moment.

“Let’s see… wonder what I’m going to use all your souls for?” Layla pondered giving her gut a slap. “Food? Maybe a new outfit?” She chuckled and smirked. “One thing’s for sure, none of your escaping me. Even in death~”

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