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The Land of Kinky Doom - Page 106 - Mouth. - By SomeGuy1294 - Overview
The siren licks her lips. "Good... I would prefer to taste you, anyways."

The siren embraces you and licks your face. Her tongue is hot and rubbery, and tickles slightly as it coats you in her drool. When the siren decides she has given you enough foreplay, she opens her maw wide and begins to slide you in. Her teeth seem to be curved inwards, as they slide across your face with catching or tearing your skin. Her throat is slick, and eager to accept you, it stretches around your head and begin to pull you down, into the depths of the siren's gullet. Her hands wrap around your waist and help to force your body into her beautiful belly. Within seconds, your body is pulled out of the waters of the hot-spring and into the waters of her gullet.

The siren floats on her back and rubs her belly contentedly. Soon, ominous gurgles sound from her swollen stomach as it begin to digest you. You are running out of oxygen, but not fast enough to escape the sting of the siren's stomach acids. You know that this stomach will be your tomb, that you are no more than food for the beautiful monster who has seduced you... and in the grip of that seduction, the thought thrills you. You can't wait for her body to melt and absorb you, to feed her, to be reduced to nothing but her waste. The siren has complete mental and physical domination over you, and the feeling is fabulous.

You surrender yourself to the siren's belly, and it eagerly squeezes and melts you into a thick, nutritious goop. The siren sighs as her belly slowly shrinks and her breasts and hips swell with fat.

She smiles and gives her left breast a pinch. "Oooh... so much fat you've given me... I wonder, is there anything left of you?"

A faint rumble emanates from her bowels.

"Oooh... I guess there is."

The siren grunts and squeezes a slick, brown log out of her rectum. The turd is less than half the size of your original body-mass. The rest has become fat on the plump siren.

The siren giggles again and waves good-bye to your remains. "See ya round, shit-squirt!"

With that, she dives back into the hot-springs and disappears.

The End.
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