Without any warning, you felt something press against the top of your head, before it opened up and began to encompass your head. You attempted to struggle, but whatever it was that got the drop on you, it was experienced. A pair of limbs guided your own upwards and into the warm, slimy confines along with your head.
Widowmaker moaned at the sensation of devouring a whole person. Frankly it was the only time she could really feel anything anymore. Dangling from above, the spider descended further down your body, not stopping for even a second despite the obvious challenges one might expect from eating someone upside down.
The French woman soon crested your behind, and begin ascending back toward the ceiling for a more conventient angle in your lower half. You could merely feel yourself dangle as whatever it was currently eating you pulled you off the couch. Somehow, someway the mysterious adversary managed to defy gravity as she pulled in your exposed legs, peristaltic action relentless tugging you up towards your doom. Before you even knew what had happened, your calves and feet disappeared behind the lips of Amélie Lacroix, causing you to dramatically outstretch and sag her belly until she dipped down to the couch that used to be yours
The French sniper smirked as she put a hand atop her tummy. Surely she’d be able to lay here for just a bit
