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Vore Vs. - Page 30 - Try for a Shell Kick - By hax - Overview
Hanging back would've been the smarter play, but with your loins raging and your ass watering in anticipation, you can't resist moving in to pressure Felicia.

"How's this?~" you jeer while turning around and joining your legs together. Their mass melds into a large black drill that now covers your whole lower body.

However, you perform the Shell Kick rather early, giving Felicia an exceedingly long window to punish your descent.

She simply opens her mouth wide, comically wide, wide enough that you slide right in.

The tip of your drill doesn't even make contact with her tongue, you get lodged directly in her throat.

You're still lost in a sensual craze, even if you could stop yourself and steer away, you're not sure if you would.

After just a light hack her throat jams your drill, she starts gulping you down and it doesn't seem like she's having much trouble at all.

A couple swallows in and her powerful tongue laps away at the spots on your clothing already wet from your own holes. She sort of purrs in approval, all you can really manage are shudders and hard huffs of breath at the attention.

Before long you're curled up in her belly, entirely enveloped by her feline form. You try to sit quietly in that still pool of juices and enjoy the light singe through your leggings. What's more you can faintly hear them, the lost souls that comprise your shape-shifting garments are digesting with you. Your entire career as a temptress is melting away, and you couldn't be more enamored at that immediate prospect.

It's actually Felicia's voice that breaks the lusty haze of your afterglow. "Meow-m-m-morrigan, you feel so good in my tummy!~

"Can't you read the mood?" you curse under your breath.

"Nyou must really like me, huh? I've always thoooought you were sexy, but you were soaking down there." She pauses, perhaps reading into your awkward silence. "...I really liked the taste of your butt, nyaa!~

"...thanks..." is all you manage at first, frankly a little flushed at that last comment. It's a little weird hearing someone so airy, and who you thought of as childish, saying something like that. "I'm just...trying to enjoy this now..."

Felicia slaps her belly. "Nyeah, you might as well, it's not everyday a laaaady like you gets turned into cat poop!~"

Something about that last bit got you in the right mood. "Come again?~" you tease, wanting to hear her repeat herself.

"Nyyaaayaaaa, what'd you think I said?!?!?! Poop, pooooo, p-o-o-p, poop! I'm gonna squuueeeeze you out of my butt, and I hope you feel good~"

You're slightly ashamed, but that repetition is really getting a rise out of you. You're fingering away and shifting, trying to splay out, even rolling over in her belly. You start repeating to yourself in a low voice "Poop, yes, I'm just poop..." along with other self-demeaning words that you yourself can hardly keep track of.

"Nyeah, that's the spirit!" She starts shaking her belly along with you, which seem to spur on her stomach. Juices flood in to finally put you to rest. The myriad souls once under your command find a home on Felicia's curves, sharing her bodily sensations. However, you can feel your own soul melt away, complex thoughts give way to whims and feelings as you mentally masturbate yourself into oblivion.

Great demonic energy courses through her form as Felicia feels up her expanded curves. "I feel so much stronger nyoow, thanks Moooriggan!~.

Suddenly gas erupts from her rump, breaking a nearby window. Even her farts are stronger now.

"Whew, I guess it's tiiime for you to leave my butt!~"

The hard brown head of a turd is already crowning from her asshole, so Felicia turns and squats off the side of the building. Easily the width of a person's head, more and more of you hangs from her thick backside with each push, but she never clenches to pinch you off. You're just one long hard log of a shit.

Souls bound to Felicia's ass can feel shitting you alongside her, they're savoring this last sensual contact with their old mistress. Although, they might not miss you too much if Felicia stays this fun.

Eventually you drop to the streets below, crushing in the roof of a parked police car. She looks back over her shoulder in shock, but before she can really say anything she's swept away to her second match by the glow of the host's power.
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