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Living in a Vorish World - Page 409 - Later - By kaledeen - Overview
Groaning, muscles tensing, your legs strain against the walls of Mira’s stomach as you cum for a 6th time, feeling so utterly exhausted you can barely stay upright in the sloshing and shaking of your prison. Of course, this was nothing compared to earlier. At least now your being jostled about was a consequence of your own making; earlier Miranda had joined in your masturbation herself after you got off, and her gliding back and forth and up and down on her own toys had tossed you about like clothes in a washing machine. You were thoroughly drenched. Mostly in half digested pork and rice, plus about a quart of lube and however much of Mira’s diluted acids had been secreted into this chamber before she took the suppressants.

Just as you finish cumming and start to get your bearings, the stomach shakes again and you slip back into the slop as Mira laughs overhead. “Are you finally finished in there?” Poke “some of us need to get to sleep.”

Floundering about, you fish for the tablet, finding it by the light it casts in the otherwise dark stomach. Smearing off as much of the stomach bile as you can from the screen, you see Mira’s smiling face grinning at you through the camera. Even now, the sight of Mira’s tits resting just below her chin start to get you hard again. It must have shown in your face, because Mira burst into laughter once more and patted your head through her flesh. “Has any more of my other food drained out of the stomach? Are you going to be ok if you fall asleep?” Mira asked, looking around you rather than at you, though you doubted she could see much.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you answer, looking around at the level of bile which was now reduced to only a few inches deep. “You go ahead and sleep, I… I’m not sure I can. Being digested, even though it doesn’t hurt… I—It’s a lot to take in.”

“You’re doing great. Best meal I’ve ever had.” Mira beams, rubbing her tum near your head again before rolling onto her side and flipping you almost upside down. “Whoops! Sorry! I wasn’t thinking, are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” You were soaked already. You wondered if Mira even knew how many times she’d dunked you earlier. Maybe she’d been too ‘distracted’ to notice.

“Sorry” Mira repeated, still grinning at you on the screen, now lying on her side. “I don’t usually move around too much in my sleep, so you should be ok for the night.” Smiling back, despite your circumstances, you assure her, “I’m fine, I’ll try to sleep in a bit, I just…”

“Need to use up the last of your lube before it drains into my intestines?”

“Get comfortable! I need to get comfortable!”

“You don’t need to be shy about it!” Mira teases you. “After all, we’ve done the past 24 hours.” Mira pauses, yawning, and you feel her shift about as she pulls a blanket up over her. You suppress a sigh as Mira’s breasts vanish beneath the quilt, and mutter “I should have been recording some of this.”

“Hmmm? Oh,” Mira chuckles, “Check the photos stored on the tablet. I left you some material for your spank bank.” Curious, you go to search through the tablet’s files and are rewarded with a whole gallery of photographs of Mira posing in her bathroom. You recognize the first image as the one she sent you earlier tonight, and followed by that are nearly two dozen more of her on the counter, on the tub, in the shower… “Thank you.” You choke out,

“Good night~” Mira whispers sultrily, shifting a bit before you see her hand enter the screen’s view as she reaches for her own tablet. “I’m going to turn this off for tonight, ok? I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll… good night.” You awkwardly reply, waving briefly before the screen goes black.
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