“How about I make you an offer?” you tease, allowing your stomach to ripple around Doki's body.
Doki whines at that, and gives a firm push outward at the undulating flesh. “W-What's that?”
“How about you just shut up and digest,” you slap a hand against your sagging gut, “and try not to go all to my thighs.”
Doki screams at you, “THAT WASN'T A CHOICE!!” Her legs kick firmly at your core.
You laugh, cradling your large stomach while it lurches with movement. “You say that like you ever had a choice... Delicious sluts like you are nothing but food.”
Doki screams out indignantly, and resumes thrashing around, but as your stomach acids start to seep in around her again, that screaming turns to frantic cries. Soon, your digestive juices begin to slosh and glorp wetly around her body. Gradually, Doki's movement starts to die down. Her cries die down to defeated sobs. “Y-You're a jerk!” she calls out, thumping a fist at the roof of your stomach. “L-Let... me... out...!” Using all her strength, she stretches your gut around. It feels like she's trying to force her hands up your throat to get out.
You respond by clenching your abdominal muscles, compressing her tightly until... Uuurrph... You belch up all of her air. Doki's last communications with you are a few frantic blubs, and then, her body goes completely still...
After a few minutes, Doki still isn't moving. You know for sure that your gut had snuffed her out for good this time. As digestion takes its toll on your stamina, you let out a deep yawn, and slump down on the floor of the elevator. You can feel yourself getting sleepy. Before long, your conscious thoughts slip away without you even knowing it.
