The surreal experience of seeing and feeling the world through Denyu has yet to lose its novelty as Kira spectates from the back of her girlfriend's mind. She watches as Denyu takes an order for a couple of naga boys that order some margaritas. Kira realizes they didn't order the drinks just for the flavor when Denyu adds the ingredients to a shaker and starts giving it a good jostle. The boys both begin to smirk, and it isn't long until Denyu catches them ogling at her fat chest. A heated fluster comes across Denyu's face, but while she feels like she should be angry, it also makes her heart beat that much faster knowing Kira is the reason her tits are so wobbly. She hisses at the boys, pretending to be offended, but the boys just smile and take their drinks before immediately ordering another pair. Denyu blinks, then frowns—but again, just to hide her real mood. “Seriously? You just ordered! You haven't even sipped them yet!” She knows what they want. They just want to see her boobs jiggle some more. Now it's a game to Denyu. She wants to know what their excuse is.
“Yeah well... we forgot our buddies back at our table!” says one of the naga boys, still grinning.
Denyu raises a brow at them and pretends to scan the room with her eyes. Really, she keeps the boys focused in her peripheral vision. “Oh yeah? And where's your table? I could always just bring it over.”
“Naaaahhh, we can take 'em over!” the second male naga insists, likewise smirking as much as his friend is.
Denyu rolls her eyes a bit. But then, a new impulse tempts her for a moment. Kira hears the words in the back of Denyu's head saying, “Look all you want. You'll be adding to this rack.” She refrains from actually saying it, though—much less acting on that sort of thing. Kira wishes she would, though. Kira imagines Denyu spending the night with a firmly bloated tailgut after being stuffed to the brim with the two perverted college boys who couldn't keep their eyes off her. But then these thoughts echo from Denyu's subconscious and into her wakeful mind. It's enough to make her smirk faintly, although she quickly tries to suppress it. Denyu eventually tells the boys, “Just pay up for the four drinks and I'll get them made.”
The boys each pay, and Denyu moves the money to a nearby register. One of them tells her, “Keep the change.” He winks, still clearly admiring Denyu's weighty bust.
Denyu huffs, but then begins to smirk back at them. She just... can't help it for some reason. Normally this sort of thing would start to annoy her, but tonight, it's oddly exhilarating. Maybe it's because she knows deep down that it's all thanks to digesting Kira that she became so lusciously plump. Finally she blurts out while patting herself on the chest, “You keep staring up here, and you're gonna end up in here.” She slides that same hand down to grope a handful of her obese potbelly. She shakes it up and down until it spills free of her shirt and sags out in the open for the boys to see bare.
That makes both guys freeze up and go red in the face. Now that Denyu had flipped it back on them, they seem at a loss of words. Even Kira finds herself flustering at the gesture. She's actually a little envious of the boys right now, since it's hard to see any of that action from Kira's point of view. She can feel it, though. She can use her imagination. But all she really sees of Denyu's body is when Denyu looks down at her own cleavage on occasion when she sometimes forgets just how huge her boobs have grown.
After briefly showing off, Denyu pulls her shirt fully back down (even if her tummy still hangs out a little) and gets started with that next set of drinks. If these boys want to watch, they can watch all they want. She gathers up the ingredients again and combines them in a shaker, but this time when she starts mixing it all up, she makes a point to angle herself on purpose so that the boys can have a better view of her jello-like jugs when they quake inside her shirt. The boys are actually trying not to look this time, but after a few good wobbles, their eyes wander back at Denyu. One of the boys manages to tear his eyes off and stare down at the table, twiddling his thumbs. The other completely caves. His eyes are locked on those mesmerizing ripples of top heavy titfat that used to be Kira. Denyu sets down the drink mixer, grinning from ear to ear now. She snaps her fingers at his face. “Weren't you listening?”
The boy startles and looks up. “I—”
And in that moment, Denyu feels a sudden rush of excitement in her core as temptation gets the better of her. “Too late.” She lunges at him over the bar, jaws open, and throat completely relaxed. She sheathes his whole torso deep into his gullet all while his buddy watches in wide-eyed shock. Denyu feels the one inside her esophagus jolt in alarm, but then her throat grips him as she swallows him out of his chair. Denyu drags him right back over the counter, chugging and guzzling his succulent orange tail. The naga boy takes too long to react, and before he knows it, he's plunging through Denyu's hips on his way to her waiting tailgut. He starts to thrash and twist his coils in a struggle, but Denyu just keeps swallowing—all while his friend stares like a deer caught in headlights.
Despite the other guy likely being able to hear the muffled shouting of his friend, he doesn't budge a muscle, and just watches Denyu devour them alive. Denyu emits a stifled groan around the mouthful of prey while her stomach starts to fill out with feisty squirming naga boy meat. She shudders at the pressure expanding the walls of her gut, but her coils are so fat now that he doesn't make much of a dent. Still, the male naga is large enough and lengthy enough to form a subtle swell that bloats out the sides of Denyu's underbelly. She licks and slobbers along the length of the boy's tail while suckling it across the counter top until the very tip of it dangles past her chest. Now Denyu turns her gaze fully upon the remaining male. She stares him down with a coy smirk at the corners of her drooling lips, letting him watch as she draws the orange tail slowly past her lips. She begins to sway her curves gently side-to-side, and in doing so, she undulates her black and red-striped tail in a zigzagging motion to help work her prey down. The pressure of the male's body trying to resist and squirm back only encourages Denyu to flex her waist harder. It isn't long before that tailtip is swatting at Denyu's cleavage and whapping at the sides of her face in a last ditch effort to stop the deadly descent.
The remaining college boy visibly trembles at the show. Muffled shouts of his buddy taper off into silence. Denyu leans toward him as she swallows up some of the last few inches, drawing that squirmy tailtip away from her enormous breasts. She nibbles along it as gravity takes over, dragging it up and up and into her salivating throat. Soon it dangles just below her chin, then it just barely sticks out from between her hungry lips. Denyu yawns her throat open wide to let the remaining boy see every last detail. From his point of view, no doubt he can see how his friend's tail slips over the back of Denyu's tongue until she—glk. Denyu's throat squeezes shut, then relaxes again to reveal an empty void. She belches in the boy's face, then clacks her teeth shut to grin at him. “If you want him back, you better tip good.” Denyu settles back again to sit on her tailgut, lowkey loving the way her victim thrashes against her innards. It's enough to make her shiver with arousal as the prey in her tail struggles for his life.
The brightly blushing boy she left behind looks like he wants to say something, but he sputters out only incomprehensible sounds that are probably meant to be words. Just then Val remarks from down the bar, “I mean if you don't want him back, you can tip even more for a private dance.” She giggles.
Denyu feels a renewed embarrassment at that. Though, it would be fun to shake her new assets for someone. It reminds Denyu of that time she swallowed Kira's new 'friend' Noel and danced her into mush. Upon that thought, it tangentially reminds Denyu that they need to restock on both digestive aids and antacids for the club. She needs to make a phone call to Victoria at some point tonight. Suddenly her train of thought is derailed by a stubborn thump against her insides. Denyu winces and hiccups on reflex, triggering her to accidentally swallow some air. The wiggling settles down somewhat, and Denyu realizes she was suffocating him. She decides to be merciful and uses her tailmaw to gulp in a more generous portion of breathable air. After all, she hasn't decided what she's doing with this boy yet. It mostly depends on what his friend does for tips—and also on Denyu's mood. She might decide against digesting him... but then again, nothing is really stopping her. She doesn't know these boys. They're nobodies to her. And it seems like no matter how many customers get eaten, there's always an influx of new patrons to replace them. In the years that Denyu had worked for Cassandra, it's rare that she had seen predators do any lasting damage to the business. Ironically, the ones who would tend to just move on at their own leisure. The ones who don't inevitably bite off more than they can swallow. Denyu had seen some scrawny looking nagas waddle out with a belly many times their own size. Even at Denyu's hefty size, she knows not to push her luck. Unwilling prey become unwitting predators if they're cornered and teased for long enough to react.
But enough reminiscing. Denyu has work to do. She pours out the shaker and slides two drinks for the boys—then snatches one up and downs it on the spot, splashing her stomach occupant with his own margarita. One little drink won't even start to get her woozy, but it's a fun little addition to her voracious showing off. The gesture is not lost on the remaining boy who's face is glowing bright from seeing Denyu make a feast of his friend. Denyu licks her lips at the second boy and says, “By all means. If you wanna join him...” She tugs on the wide collar of her shirt to flash a little more cleavage at him.
The naga boy tenses up and covers his cherry red face. “O-Okay! Okay. I get the point... S-Sorry...”
His sincerity does make Denyu feel a little bit bad. He's just out here having a good time, probably not looking to get devoured no matter how good it'll make her curves look. She chuckles a little at him and says, “Just don't misbehave and I'll let you have your buddy back.” Though to keep up the appearances of a seasoned predator, Denyu clenches her gut muscles to work up an airy braaap! “Unless you forget to ask. You have until midnight to decide.” That's about four hours of digestion. After that, Denyu estimates he'll be too churned up for a rescue to be worth it.
“T-Thanks... um...” The boy clears his throat. “I uh... w-we... well we were actually waiting for some friends. Um.” He hesitates between some words. “I admit the drink thing was just 'cuz... well you know... but uh, I-I should probably get him back... I mean later... obviously...”
It's funny to Denyu how these guys went from confident flirts to this one blushing like a school boy and the other just a snack. She flexes her tailgut possessively on the orange male while continuing to tease the other. “Well I hope you leave good tips. Or else I might come for secondsss~” She continues playing up the act with a sultry little hiss.
Clearly it has the desired effect as she watches the remaining boy tremble while his breathing sharpens noticeably. He gives a shaky nod to Denyu before picking up the remaining three drinks and carrying them off to a booth with curtains. Once he's gone, Val lightly nudges Denyu's side. She muses at her coworker, “So where did this attitude come from~? I like it.”
Denyu laughs sheepishly. “I uh... eheheh...” Now that the boy is gone, Denyu drops the act. “I was just kind of imagining what you might do in this situation.”
Val snrks. “If I acted like that, I'd be as fat as Shortcake.” She pinches a hand on Denyu's flabby tummy and gives it a playful knead. “And I mean before you sloshed her.” Val sticks her forked tongue out and blows a raspberry. “Plrplprt~”
Denyu rolls her eyes and shoves Val off, not that Val is bothering her. “Whatever.” She sticks her tongue right back out in return before looking along the bar to see if any other patrons have shown up. Nesha is hard to miss with that enormous green tail of her's, not to mention those top heavy twin titans that she calls a set of tits. She is lounging around in a far corner booth with the curtains open as an invitation to anyone who wants to join her. Already a couple of guests have gone to greet the large green stranger. Other than that, Leyla is down by the far end of the bar while the familiar face of Mobius attempts to woo her with his charms. Seeing Denyu looking his way, Mobius flashes her a wink and a grin before continuing to chat with Leyla. Whatever he is saying to Leyla has her putting on a grumpy expression and blushing, but also rolling her eyes and clearly trying not to smirk. However she tries to pretend she hates it, Leyla is enjoying Mobius's corny attempts to flirt. Denyu decides not to interrupt them and soon directs her attention elsewhere. Since there's nothing to really do with herself until another order comes in, Denyu takes the chance to do prep work for future customers. She cleans out cups and arranges her workspace so that anything she needs will be always within reach.
Meanwhile, the background chatter is quieted by the introduction of music. Tonight's performance is themed to an exotic jungle beat. From behind the curtains, Zareen slithers out, and she beings to sway her black and yellow tail for all the crowd to admire. Piece by piece, the tribal naga costume she's wearing would be sensually stripped away. Denyu doesn't mentally note it, but Kira would fluster at the sight of her jiggling hips. Zareen had a body like an underwear model when she and Kira first met. During the couple of weeks she had danced for the club, at some point her trim figure had begun to put on weight. Zareen's formerly flat tummy now bounces with a muffin top, and her once modest chest now wobbles at the scale of D-cups at least.
The evening carries on for show after show. Customers approach the bar to make their orders, but none stay for more than a moment of conversation. Denyu is hardly watching the clock as she works through the shift as she would any other, although she does blush at the extra attention that people are giving her this evening. Just about everyone who comes in has to stop and stare at her massive jugs. Denyu huffs to herself, part irritated, but also part flattered. Every time she catches someone looking at her chest just reminds Denyu of the terrible deed she had done to Kira. At least it's not bothering her. In fact, her tip jar had been filled up at least three times over the last few hours, and now she's nearing the point of a fourth refill. Denyu reaches across the table to pick up the tip jar, then she turns to slink her way to a safe beneath the register. The flex of her coils makes an audible glursh through her firm stomach... With how fat Denyu had grown, she had forgotten about the boy she ate.
He had been slowly digesting in there ever since Denyu swallowed him across the bar. Denyu hadn't been paying much attention, but Kira absolutely had. Even if Denyu isn't conscious of it (or maybe she doesn't care), Kira had been feeling the way he struggled in Denyu's tailgut. She's not exactly sure just how long it had been since then, but one thing is for certain, and it's that's the boy hasn't much fight left anymore. What started as flustered squirming became a gradually more panicked thrashing, but as stomach acids have eaten away at him, his movements began to settle. Now Kira can only barely feel the occasional fidget out of Denyu's prey. At one point, Denyu's tail maw horks up a clump of tattered, stringy, and sizzling wet fabric that splats to the floor behind her until Val notices and cleans it up. Kira spots Val in Denyu's peripheral vision when she holds up the cloth to reveal what remains of the boy's shirt. She doesn't said a word about it, and just grins before tossing it away. Another rolling clench of Denyu's stomach muscles work to pummel across the boy. Kira can't feel him respond anymore. His limp body lies settled against the floor of that gushing tailgut.
Where is the boy's friend? The question never occurs to Denyu. She did say that if he turned up before midnight, then she would probably spare his buddy. However, Denyu isn't looking for him, and as far as Kira can see, he isn't around. The booth where he was once seated is now occupied by a lone male naga of a much larger build and a—... oh. Sprawled out under the table, Denyu's eye is caught by the male python's coils. Her heart skips as she sees the shapely lump of a naga-sized body wriggling around inside of it. Denyu thinks for a moment, should she even say anything? The two young men weren't employees. She has no reason to really care. Denyu turns to look over her shoulder down at her own gglllrrrgggling tailgut to inform her prey, “Looks like you'll be spending the night with me...” She smirks a little bit, feeling a flutter in her soft chest. The male naga doesn't give any reply. She wonders if he's even awake anymore. Well, if the other guy does turn up, and that isn't them stewing away in the tailgut of that python, Denyu is still going to spit out her prey. Though as midnight approaches, so does Denyu's break time, and it's unlikely that her meal will survive for much longer.
For Kira, the process of digestion for a tailmawed naga is as strange as it is pleasant. She doesn't feel the sensation of soupy mush being pumped through her intestines, because Denyu doesn't have any. Instead, as her victim is dissolved by ferocious gastric juices, and the rippling muscles in Denyu's tail serve to squeeze every inch of her belly's occupant until he's broken up into mush. The liquefied nutrients are then soaked up by the stomach lining directly, and anything that can't be processed is simply left behind. Slowly but steadily over the course of the evening, the bulge in Denyu's tail begins to gradually shrink back down. The shape of the boy she ingested hours before is beginning to shrink away under the fatness of her obese coils. As far as Kira can tell, it's too late for Denyu's snack. Perhaps Denyu underestimated just how powerful her gut can be. Just before the stroke of midnight, Kira can no longer feel much of anything left in Denyu's gut. Instead, her belly is beginning to rumble with needy hunger once again. More than that, Denyu tugs uncomfortably at her shirt trying to cover up her tummy. This is in response to a cold draft wafting over her sagging paunch. Denyu doesn't seem to notice, but Kira certainly does. The tailmawed woman's figure is growing that little bit more plump as the boy is utterly digested.
Suddenly Denyu hears a grotesque bwhhruourrp behind her. She looks over her shoulder to see the maw at the end of her tail, which is slurping its thin lips using its broad tongue. Spat up on the floor next to it is a soggy wet skull and several other assorted bones, plus her victim's cell phone which is damaged beyond use. Denyu's heart skips at the sight of it. Her whole face goes flushed. She quickly checks the time and sees it's not even 11:50PM yet. “Oh... uh... whoops...” She was so caught up in her usual duties that she didn't realize what damage her belly was doing. Well, at least the boy won't be missed. When Denyu looks out across the bar again, that random male python is gone, presumably taking the boy's friend with him as dinner. It's no wonder that nobody came back for Denyu's prey. The other young male had been picked off just as easily.
“... Jesus fuckin' Christ, how do you guys keep a business going?” Leyla asks from down the bar. Denyu looks up to find the girl staring with a slight blush at the acid-soaked skull that Denyu's tailmaw just left on the floor.
Denyu's face goes rosy red. She promptly sweeps her thick tail to knock the bones away to somewhere they can't be seen. They clatter together with a distinct hollow tone, drawing yet more people to look up from their drinks. Denyu's fluster grows worse, but at least nobody else seems to notice. Denyu relaxes after a moment and lets out a long sigh. She tells Leyla, “People don't usually hang out at the club alone.”
Leyla rolls her eyes. She can't help cracking a dumb smirk. “You know, for someone who fuckin' eats people, you're real bashful about it for some reason.”
Denyu huffs. “I didn't mean to.”
Leyla gives a more direct stare, then turns her face to look straight at Denyu's weighty deep cleavage. “Hey! You hear that? It's all good! She didn't mean to!” Like it makes a difference anymore.
Denyu hisses and covers her arms over her chest, but the fact that the boy is no doubt wobbling titfat now brings an even worse blush to Denyu's already bright red face. She finally threatens Leyla with, “Keep it up, and you'll be next.”
“Oh relax, I'm just kidding.” Leyla sucks down another drink before groaning out in delight. “Mnnh... Fuck, I'm getting hungry too, actually.” She wobbles in her seat somewhat as the drinks are starting to hit her. “Heh... man, I should stop, but...” Leyla goes for another sip only to find her cup is empty. “Aw. Heeeyyy, Val, can I get another?”
Val, who had been busy on her end of the bar, now slinks her way back over to Leyla to lean over at the tipsy rattler woman. “I think you've had enough.”
“Whaaat?” Leyla pouts. “I'm not even drunk yet!”
“You told me to cut you off before you were. Remember?”
Leyla scoffs. “Oh come on! I'm just buzzed! I can handle a few more drinks!”
“I'm sure you could, but you know how you get.” Val grins over the rattler. “Weren't you telling me earlier?” She reaches down over the bar to grope a handful of Leyla's potbelly. “About your last drinking friends?”
Leyla's body stiffens with a gasp, but despite her usual aversion to making predatory behavior, the fondling at her stomach elicits a pleasant hiss out of the rattler. Her eyes go half-lidded as she just allows Val to play with her gut. “T-Then get me something to eat... or I'm gonna do it again...” She laughs a little, but it seems like she's bluffing.
Val grins back down at her and gives her hips a gentle sway. “I'd love to see you try it, shortstack.” Without skipping a beat however, Leyla grabs Val by the laces on her top, and yanks the busty obsidian naga forward into her drooling, gaping jaws. It happens with so little warning that even Val's expression snaps to a short-lived startle. She flings her arms up to swat Leyla off, only for Leyla to catch her face inside of that slobbery, boozy maw. Several at the bar, including Denyu, all stop to watch with shock and alarm—and maybe a little adoration as the woozy rattler goes for her biggest feast yet. But just as she tries to take the first swallow to drag in Val's face, Leyla's would-be prey manages to snatch her by the wrists and retch herself free before she can get consumed. Leyla snaps her jaws shut, but Val had already escaped. She hisses and whines and tries to wrestle Val back in, but after a few clumsy attempts, Val just lifts Leyla over the counter. The tipsy rattler groans in protest only for Val to reposition and lunge.
Just like that, the attack is reversed. One second Leyla was squirming and grumbling, and the next, her whole upper body is sheathed in Val's throat. Leyla's body tenses up, but her struggles are far more sluggish. She emits a few muffled screams into Val's esophagus, but Val just begins to swallow and drag the rattler over the bar. From Denyu's position, she has a perfect side profile of everything that's happening. She watches as Leyla's shapely curves sink quickly down Val's body to pile up in her foregut. However, Val flexes her abs and sways her hips until Leyla is sent squeezing downward into the satin depths behind those black underbelly scales. Leyla's chubby outline curves back with Val's coils to travel down her lengths. All the while, that thick diamond-back tail spasms and thrashes with haphazard movements to try worming free. Val however just keeps lifting it up and feeding it into her maw. Leyla can't do a damn thing about it, and soon her face breaches into Val's waiting tailgut.
At first, Denyu assumes that poor Leyla is as good as dead. Nobody had ever been allowed to make a move on Val and live to brag about it save perhaps for her girlfriends. Nobody who knows Val should be that stupid to begin with unless they're asking to get punished for it... but then Denyu notices something peculiar. Leyla is a rattler, and yet there is a distinct absence of rattling. She watches on as gulp after lethargic gulp works to work Leyla ever deeper into the embrace of Val's digestive tract. Slowly but surely, Leyla snakes her way through Valerie's heavy coils until finally her journey stops at the far end of the obsidian woman's stomach. The mild size difference between them is such that although Leyla makes a good lump, it's hard to tell she's in there at just a glance. Leyla might be chubby, but then so too is Val lately. The bulk of Val's coils serves to insulate Leyla from the outside world. Anyone who hadn't seen Leyla get eaten might not even notice Val is full.
Suddenly, Denyu does hear rattling. She looks up to see Val chewing firmly at the end of Leyla's tail, which apparently Leyla doesn't like as that rattler starts flicking rapidly near Val's face. When she eases her jaws off from biting, the rattling slows to a stop. Just to tease, she chomps again, and the rattling quickly resumes. Val lets out a stifled giggle around her throat full of naga meat. After gnawing playfully at Leyla's tail to make her rattle in pain, she suddenly gulps hard. The rattler shoots past her lips, and the sound is cut off. Denyu can see the wriggling bulge sinking down Val's neck until it vanishes past her collarbone. The bulge in Val's potbelly then rolls wholly past her hips, and just to ensure Leyla is packed in completely, Val even goes so far as to sway and zigzag her tail to help squeeze Leyla down. After that, Val just sighs in content and goes back to her barmaid duties by cleaning up Leyla's now vacant spot. She also takes Leyla's wallet out of her purse and uses it to pay for the drinks.
Slightly worried about the safety of Kira's friend, Denyu can't help but ask, “... Are you gonna let her out?”
To that, Val grins, flexes her tail, and lets out a rancid crass belch. “No.” The blunt reply causes her belly to lurch with a panicked movement. “Oh shut up you dumb slut. You should have known better.” Val lifts her tail up, and then slams it harshly onto the floor. Inside of it, Leyla yelps in pain at the impact which briefly knocks the wind out of her. She begins shoving her arms out at the stinging slimy walls, but Val flexes her gut to crush her back into submission. Leyla's screaming grows intense for a moment, then quiets as she gets smothered.
Denyu's heart starts racing with a rush of arousal, but this also feels a little too mean for her own liking... She turns her attention back up to Val's face and opens her mouth to complain. However, before Denyu can do that, Val puts a finger to Denyu's lips to shush her. Denyu gives Val a frustrated look, but then Val types something on her phone and shows it to Denyu.
The message reads, 'just play along ;)' Val smiles at Denyu, then continues her sadistic act. “So Denyu. I know you're on break in a minute, but would you mind letting me stepping away for a bit? Gonna go slide into a hot shower while I slush this brat.” Before Denyu can reply, Val clearly mouths the words to Denyu, 'say no.'
Denyu raises a brow, but she thinks she understands the game here. Following Val's prompt, Denyu puts on a show of fake aggravation. “Uh, no, I've been busting my ass all night, and I'm still lugging all this around.” She hefts both hands under her massive tits to give those jugs a weighty wobble. “If anyone deserves a break, it's me.”
Val rolls her eyes. “I'll give you my tips for the night.”
But Denyu rebukes, “I've got plenty of tips. You're not taking my break.” She smiles.
Val pretends to SIGH in frustration. “Oh fine, whatever—but I'm still keeping this dumb slut.” She bumps her hip on Denyu's doughy side before shooing her away. “I'll handle things here I guess.”
Denyu slinks herself away from the scene now, able to feel the liquefied remains of her own meal still sloshing. Denyu does however worry if Leyla will actually survive or not, so as soon as she's away from the bar, she takes out her phone to text Val. 'You aren't actually gonna hurt her are you? :c'
Val can be seen back at the bar perking up when her phone chimes. She checks it, looks back to Denyu, then looks down at her phone again to type out a response. A moment later, Denyu's phone chirps. Val replies to her, 'Why? You like her? :3'
Denyu huffs and responds, 'Leyla is Kira's friend. Don't kill her.' As she is typing, she keeps slithering off from the crowd until she's traveling through a set of doors into the employees-only section.
Val sends off another message, 'I'm not done playing with her yet so she'll be fine.' A moment later, a followup message adds, 'Probably' accompanied thereafter by a third message that's just a winking emoji.
Denyu continues on to the employees lounge where she flops back against a pile of pillows. She can still feel the contents of her own stomach being gushed around against her insides. She bundles her heavy coils around herself and uses her tailgut as a waterbed to rest her back against. The peace and quiet of the back rooms is a pleasant contrast from the noisy club. Normally Denyu would take her dinner break around now. She'd go to the kitchen and ask Divya for some chicken or something, but her stomach is already soaking up what's left of her recent prey. Denyu decides just to just nap for a while instead. She sets an alarm with her cell phone, then allows herself to doze off.