With her beloved in place, she carefully takes hold of his ankles, sliding them in between her cheeks. The warm softness engulfs them easily, before with just a bit of pressure and a quiet *schlrp~!*, they slip past the puckered hole within, vanishing into a warmer, wetter place~

From there, Lucoa lets her bowels do most of the work- rippling, rhythmic clenches pulling her boy in inch by inch. She takes her time, careful not to wake him, and slowly, he starts to disappear. Knees, thighs, hips, waist, arms… each is drawn into the rippling, slimy embrace of her bowels, becoming no more than a bulge in her belly.

She tries to ignore just how good it feels- if she gets too ‘active’, her little passenger might wake up! As his shoulders slip inside, though, her hole suddenly clenches, no longer stretched by the boy’s torso. The force pulls Shouta’s head in all at once, and she can’t help but let out a single moan of delight.

After taking a second to rest, she reaches down and gives a pat to the small bulge in her lower gut- the only trace of Shouta left~