Her stomach roared, gurgled, and churned so loudly that it could be heard on the other side of the forest. Each belch was shaking trees, sounding more like thunder than a gastric eruption it was. All the girls she casually picked up and swallowed one by one now were fighting for their lives inside of her guts, yet all they could achieve were even more belches as dertaur's insides were squeezing harder and harder on them, preparing to turn every single one of them into nothing but soup and future fat…

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