"Can i rub that gut of yours Rach?" Roland would ask from behind the camera.
"Sure Roland, just be gentle now, who knows how you touch this and how I will react." Rachael would say, looking past the camera at Roland with a look of lust. Her gut slowly churning away at the now dead Claire. Only meat and bones to break down.
"Let me set this up real quick, so that everyone in class can see this for a little bit." Roland would seem to put it on a dresser within the room, facing her bed. he would come into view, Rachael topless with her pants still on. He boobs resting nicely on her stomach now. Roland would sit on the bed with a hand out stretched to the belly. Rachael allowing the hand to make contact, then motioning for the other one to come as well.
Roland would then start to trace over the contours that are still visible on the outside of her belly. He would caress Rachael's belly gently, even kissing the rumbling behemoth of a gut. Rachael would shudder at the feeling, bringing in her own hands. Then suddenly there would be a cut to...
