You've eaten and digested plenty of people without this instant digestion formula, and there's no reason for you to start developing an over-reliance on it now. You massage your squirming belly with satisfaction, enjoying the fruitless struggles of your meal within. She's certainly trying hard to escape, but not quite hard enough. A particularly inspired volley of kicks leaves you feeling slightly queasy, but a quick *urrp* relieves the discomfort and leaves your victim with less power behind her thrashing. Grinning slightly, you feel your stomach muscles constrict and knead your breakfast, slick walls oozing the fluids that will break her down for your body to use, your meal hardly moving as your powerful gut shows her who's in charge. Content that she's not going to be escaping anytime soon, you gently rub your slightly quivering belly, ignoring the quiet begging that has started up in lieu of physical resistance.
"Y-you ate my sister."
You look up from your stomach, which has mostly settled, to see the mousy freshman giving you a look of shock and awe. You lick your lips pensively as you eye her. That was slightly unexpected. Younger sis doesn't look anywhere near as tasty as older sis, and you're already quite full. Still, it would be easy to send that little runt the way of her sister, and although you're not hungry you could certainly make room for a two-course breakfast.
