Natalia Morgan manages to dust herself off and sets off for a walk around the park while the sun goes down. The orange light glances off of the pool of water, creating a beautiful effect on the water itself. It was as if the water had been made into a living painting, an oil-canvass on which the artist sought to to exercise his use of the darker side of reds and violet. A wonderful, liquid beauty. Natalia can't help but stare into the waves as she walks along, the wind playing with her hair and her borrowed antlers.

Moly_Moonchild was out late again, not really sure why, or what was on her mind to keep her about so. She was restless, that was sure. Maybe she felt cooped up inside of her forest home within the Nexus. It was enchanted and many people never really saw it she didn't trust. Then again, the Latina often tried to make new friends, enjoying the companionship of others as much as she could get it. Never really liking to be alone when she didn't have to be. A social butterfly, an extrovert. The buxom human female in nothing but a long, red dress, her attire matched the color of her lipstick, wearing a pair of black stilettos for shoes, nothing on underneath to hide her buxom E cup chest. Her jet black hair flowed in the wind, giving her quite the sex appeal. Her human ears not picking up on any extra sounds, as a soft breeze kept kicking up sound to rush into her ears to cover up things somewhat, blowing her long, curly hair, about a bit. She looked from across the way I noticed a lioness, a rather huge one at that, anthromorphic like, going for a walk. She seemed too far away to talk to, but maybe she'd notice as Moly waved, the girl herself sitting on a bench just underneath a lamp post, all well lit, giving light and illumination, it letting Natalia Morgan see the majority of the girl's body.

Natalia Morgan does happen to turn her head, smiling broadly. She glances around and, seeing no one really around to witness anything. She hops up, bolder in the fact no one was truly watching and starts over, sauntering a little, her own chest bouncing some as she walks, a gift from a few earlier meals. She comes up from a side Moly wasn't watching at the time, though she doesn't seem to be creeping up on the girl, especially since Moly had waved at her. She offers a wave back, trying to catch Moly's attention as she stepped onto the path and into the light next to her. "Hi there," she says. "I'm Natalia, pleased to make your acquaintance."

The low lighting, low enough for Moly to suddenly lose sight of where the girl had gone! Maybe Natalia was being a bit stalkish, perhaps playing about a bit, like a lioness would stalk its prey... just for fun? What ever the case, the human nearly jumps as Natalia soon reappears to a side Moly hadn't been watching, seeing a return wave finally, her face going a bit red because of it. Yet Moly's eyes would begin to feast on Natalia's supple curves once more, this time, with far more detail. Thick and curvy, and a buxom chest much like her own, but even larger, due to their size difference, a pair of curious antlers on the top, but ones the lion seemed to wear well, suiting her. She more than caught Moly's attention, the social butterfly couldn't stop looking at Natalia now. As per greeting, the small female briefly stood, not wanting to be rude, extending her hand in likewise to her own greeting, "Moly! And I am sure the pleasure is all mine," her having to reach out and up, just like her face and eyes to see finally Natalia's face. The Latina not yet sitting again, waiting for the approaching woman to decide if she'd sit also, before she assumed such a position once more.

Natalia Morgan puts her hand out, taking Moly's whether it was offered or not. She gives a tight hand shake before letting go, putting that hand on her hip, cocking it to oneside. Likewise, she looks over Moly for a moment before chuckling. "Stare all you want," she says. She strolls over to the bench, quickly sitting down, crossing one leg over the other as she spread her arms out over the back of the bench, looking up at Moly. "I'm Natalia," she says, patting the bench right beside her. "Why don't you have a seat? No use standing around all night."

With Natalia moving and setting the terms, what was the human to do but go with the flow? Natalia was like a tall glass of water on a hot Summer day. With such a firm hand grasp in their shake, Moly's eyes go wide, surprised at just how strong Natalia was, despite her already noticable size difference. She gulps lightly but still smiles. Watching that once shaking hand move to Natalia's impressively thick hips, making the cute Latina bite her bottom lip in response as she drinks Natalia in, her glory and beauty not lost to the fellow female's eyes. Seeing her move to the bench, she'd sit down too, but not before watching the lioness cross her legs, spread her arms out, making that impressive bust push out even more, sending a slight tingle to Moly's sex, notably, even if their greeting would arrange for such an intimate time, Moly couldn't help but stare. Regardless the jet black haired girl sits next to Natalia a few moments later, blushing with a soft, cute snicker, "Yah, sorry about that, nice to meet you Natalia..." she excuses herself, realizing she'd been staring likely longer than she should have. But perhaps that's the kind of reaction Natalia wanted? Moly now looking up and to the left side of her own body, and then back out towards the night sky.

Natalia Morgan doesn't seem to give away as to whether or not she minded or even enjoyed the staring. Eventually, she tilts her head, her smile starting to show rows of sparkling, white teeth. After a moment, she leans forwards, bending a little to reach towards Moly. "What brings you out here tonight?" She says, reaching for a hand to stroke. "Certainly you weren't out looking for hungry lionesses with which to consort." She tilts her head away slightly, her eyes narrowing though she smiles brightly. There's no way she could miss the rumbling Natalia's sizeable gut gives off, a clear sign of hunger and most likely, danger for the blushing girl.

Moly_Moonchild watched on as she noted Natalia's pleasant smile. But more so that the lioness' sparkling white teeth, could be seen glinting in the light of the above overhead lamp, making the shininess and the well kept nature of the biting edges clear to the Latina, that Natalia likely took rather great care of herself. Moly offered a hand as Natalia seemed to lean over just a bit more towards her, the advance and motion not falling on blind eyes. She blushes even more as Natalia speaks bluntly about her current appetite, while it wasn't the first thing that came to the human girl's mind, it wasn't something she disliked the sound of. She's always wondered what it was like to get devoured by a massive predator. Seeing lioness yawn their jaws in the wild, watching TV once upon a time when Nexus wasn't her first home, she of course imaged herself looking deeper inside of said throat, even if she knew, just by watching through a screen, that was then, physically impossible. But here she had a full grown, living, anthromorphic version of the same thing, and Natalia was quite the vision. "Heh, it indeed sounds like you are very hungry Natalia. I hadn't expected I might tonight, but you never know what you'll see around these parts. Any company is welcome really. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought up a few vorish thoughts what with our size differences and you teasing me with your amazing curves," Moly admitted openly, but with a blush, she briefly looks down, surprised at herself for how open she was being.

Natalia Morgan laughs a little to keep herself from blushing at the mention of their size difference and the thoughts she'd inspired in Moly. Her grin grows wider when she stops laughing and she reaches over to take Moly's head in the palm of her hand, directing it towards her stomach. The gut feels soft to the touch, the fluff there actually fairly pleasant as Natalia pushes her deeper into the squishy gut. The lioness' torso had a thin layer of fat on it but it was just enough to feel as Natalia pushed Moly in far enough her ear was practically right next to the gurgling stomach, so close she could feel it vibrate as it released a sound of rhythmic bubbling and churning in a pattern almost like a song of hunger, a ballad of doom made specifically for poor Moly.

Moly_Moonchild couldn't ignore that laugh, things about this seductress of the guts, tempting Moly, making her become intoxicated to the following motions she'd press against the Latina, literally. Between the grasped head, between the woman's ear being placed against Natalia's gurgling guts, this did little to qell certain desires Moly had, or was becoming to find she had once the lioness was pulling them out of her preyish mind. Moly Looks up into Natalia's face with her head directed against her gut, seeing that grin grow even wider, Moly was almost willing it to grow even wider still, wanting to peer inside. Visions of herself, already, even if it had yet to happen, being picked up by Natalia, pulled way over her head to watch as those smiling lips spread wide to receive her lower limbs. She couldn't shake such thoughts from her mind now, she was helpless against her desires. The hapless Latina being come upon by a ravenous lioness, it was like the perfect match made in Nexus history. The bubbling and churning getting louder it seemed like, almost as if it were calling for the girl. Moly gasped softly, trembling lightly in Natalia's grip, unable to deny or hide her current level of interest. Her left wondering if Natalia would graduate their current level of contact even farther than this. It all seemed to be happening so fast.

Natalia Morgan pats the girl's head a few times before leaning down, letting her stomach squish and sandwich Moly's head, causing the noises to only increase and practically smothering Moly in hard-earned padding. Natalia takes a moment, even rocking back and forth unnecessarily before letting Moly go, pulling her off so she could try just one more thing. "Only so much you get to experience from the outside," she says as she draws Moly's head up. There, she starts to open her mouth wide, wider than Moly's head. But she doesn't eat the girl, not yet anyway. Instead, she just starts to breathe, the warm, wet air flowing across Moly's face like a warm breeze flowing in over the surf at a beach.

Moly_Moonchild: Who was this temptress? Gah. Moly had just met Natalia and she was already dying to be inside of her! Maybe she'd soon be dying more than she realized? Regardless, Moly couldn't take her eyes off the lioness even if she wanted to now, literally, as her face and head get squished up against that stomach even more, Natalia even briefly swallowing up all of Moly's head for a spell in that wall of warmth. Intoxicating sounds of gurgle, the feeling of soft, giving, but at times firm flesh. The fur, the heat, on the skin of her naked head, making the night's breeze feel rather cool, almost cold in comparison. 'Gah... why can't she just pick me up, strip me away of my useless clothing, lift my feet to her mouth, and swallow me whole?' went through Moly's mind as she continued to unconsciously want the feline even more. Everything Natalia had been going had been working, but graduating it to the next level still, Moly was unable to resist it any longer. With Natalia next drawing her head up, Moly gasps again, feeling as the heat from the cat girl's mouth, envelopes her whole head, even part of her shoulders and breasts. The moisture in the air, the few bits of saliva that fall onto her face, she gulps, panting lightly, her own mouth a bit agape. She's trembling with desire for Natalia now. "Gah... Natalia ... I can't... PLEASE... would you just get on with it? Natalia I want you to eat me! But I want to watch myself disappear into your deserving body. I WANNA WATCH... I WANNA! Unwrap me like you would a delicious candy bar.. I wanna be your meal!" Moly exclaimed, explaining herself perhaps in more detail than necessary, almost huffing, but the prey thing couldn't stand it any more. The call of the pred had found its meal.

Natalia Morgan slowly closes her mouth, suckling at the girl's feet for a moment, letting her tongue play with whatever exposed skin she could find. Finally, she retracts her face from Moly, grinning wickedly with her eyes half-closed, squinting into Moly's face. She laughs, loudly, vigorously, and with her mouth wide open for Moly to see again. "I'm not one to turn somebody down," she says. "But let's see about those clothes." She flicks open a claw and swipes it down the girl's pants, causing them to fall away. She opens her mouth, biting between the massive breasts Moly sported, and then rips down them breaking them away. That done, she looks over her far more naked meal and takes Moly's hands again, sliding them softly on her tongue, squishing them against her pallette and the roof of her mouth before pushing them back into her gullet to be swallowed.

Moly_Moonchild feels herself only teased for a brief minute at her feet, gah, Natalia was cruel! Intoxicating the human to the idea she'd get her wish, only to tease the human about it not giving her what she had craved most, to watch herself slide inside, to watch as Natalia might have slipped her further within, to see this wide stretched jaws eat over her body, but alas, perhaps it was not meant to be. But Natalia does go back to surprising the Latina. Slicing her out of her clothing literally with her impossibly strong finger tips and her incredibly sharp claws, leaving the undigested piece of meat fully naked a few moments later. The rate at which it happened, the ease, was what was most exhilarating. Natalia seemed to hardly move the human or jerk her at all, like her dress and her stiletto had just been made out of paper and nothing more. Such teasing words, such tone, giving nothing but Moly to have a desire to go inside, regardless of the position, relenting to going in to what appeared to be head first, instead of feet. Moly feels about in Natalia's maw as her hands are gripped roughly, kept to stay in where Natalia desires them, the wet saliva pushes in to her fingers as she traces about with her hands as much as she is allowed. Massaging that tongue, wanting to get a good feeling for it, for Moly had this 'sinking' feeling, she would never be touching those rows of sharp ivory whites and that wet, oral 'welcoming mat', again. Finally the girl's hands are introduced to Natalia's palate, the roof of her mouth. She knew now it was only a matter of time before she was eaten alive. A Latina girl just wandering the park, having been board and wanting to get away from her forest home, only to become a meal for a hungry cat!

Natalia Morgan pushes the head inside with her hand, Moly's skull just barely small enough to fit, sliding against the wet saliva across the tongue and into the ready throat, already being held stretched out by the arms. The strategy of eating the hands first become clear as her maw widens further and further to allow, eventually, for Moly's shoulders to slide right into her maw and through to her throat. Natalia clenches her eyes as the largest part of the torso slipped into her jaws and then passed her tonsils into the throat. Once those were inside, Moly started to enter the chest cavity, smelling the acrid scent of digestive juices and the sweet smell of some digested breakfast far below. Her ears would fill with the sound of a heart pounding, pounding harder just to keep up as Natalia struggled to engulf this sizeable meal. The pounding stuck around for a while, Natalia taking the opportunity to play with Moly's breasts for a moment, her soft tongue grazing against her soft chest. Finally, the girl slips in further, the heart audibly moving up, it's position rising through the soft walls, though she feels it now on her sizeable chest. Her hips came to the lioness' maw before Natalia manages to push them as well inside. Her yellow belly has become a swollen, orbish mass that extends down over her thighs, reaching almost to her knees as it constantly grew larger and larger, shivering, quivering, and shaking as more and more of Moly began to enter it.

It was now the beginning of the end, Moly to become nothing more than soon to be added fat for a gorgeous predator. Who could of thought that the wayward girl, sitting, listening to the sound of the evening birds, just before sundown, watching the lamp posts slowly faintly light up to going as bright as they could, as the sun was finally swallowed up behind the mountains to make way for the picturesque of nightfall. A stary sky lit even brighter by La Luna, the little Latina becoming nothing more than carne deliciosa comida. She gasps softly as her eyes go wide at this realization, but she doesn't thrash, instead, she allows herself only to enjoy it just that much more. The angle of Natalia's head, forcing some light to pour in from the overhead lamp, Moly getting a generous view of a dangling uvula and an undulating tongue, a growling belly and a pulsating fleshy throat, already massaging at her upper limbs, just beckoning her ever downward. *GLUCK*, Moly's head is taken to the sentient beast's neck, stealing that light from her, trapping her and forcing her into that utter pitch black throat, stretching it out quite amazingly, the human not dumb to the idea her head was just barely stretching to fit in, as it was, and it would only become tighter, as she enveloped more of the Hispanic woman's curve. Her breasts almost as big as her apple bottom ass, Natalia would be feasting well tonight. A mix of cinnamon spice and lavender on top of fruit, mixed with sweat and succulent flesh, what a fun package to wrap tonight's meat within. Moly can do not but moan as her naked breasts are licked over, only for a brief tease, to feel once again as Natalia gives in to that hunger, cheating her of any more intimate touch as even Moly's E cup sized boobs stretched out Natalia's esophagus deliciously. So tight and heated and pulsating within. The smell of iron and bile and the acrid scent of digestion just beneath her, her head briefly pushing up against a upper stomach sphincter as not for a second could Natalia's inner bodily rhythms be denied. A pulsating heat beat, a gurgling motion with kneading, she was being ingested into a living, breathing thing, a Natalia M. A woman no longer a girl but a large piece of food on its one way trip to being dissolved away, never to come out again in the form it had entered, destined not to be anything more than, well, more Natalia. Her head slipping inside that gut with a wet squelch, literally, already Moly felt herself filtering in to the belly of said beast, a gorgeous one, about to become even more irresistible after she was completely finished with Moly~

Natalia Morgan rubs her stomach as she stops again, chewing at said apple-bottom ass for a moment, enjoying the softness, the fullness of it before letting her throat resume, sucking the ass down into her throat the way the rest of her body had come. Natalia's breasts stretch apart, allowing the massive bulge between them clearance through her cleavage, her breasts so big they almost appeared like a valley formed with them so far separated apart. Natalia continues to swallow for a moment before tilting her head up. Before the legs began to tumble down inside, the stomach was already working to accommodate Moly, sloshing forwards, shaking from side to side, and generally expanding as more and more of Moly pushed against it. Finally, as Natalia lifted her head to the sky and opened her maw as wide as possible, guiding Moly on in with one last, thundrous gulp, the gut bloats with a sudden rapidness that makes it almost appear to explode outwards, like a cartoon character that just ate a bomb, the last thing seen of Moly, the cute little soles of her feet before the human vanishes all together. Already, the stomach acids froth at Moly's arrival, creating pockets of air that squeal as they careen off the stomach walls, slowly issuing upwards until they popped at the entrance of the esophagus. Natalia lets out a lion-like roar, her mouth wide open as all of that warm air and gas comes pouring out. The belch rings for a time inside the stomach, the sound itself deafening while it lasts. As it begins to taper off, Natalia pants, struggling to catch her breath, and then sets her hands on her belly, starting to rub softly. Above, the heart is still present, pounding out a slightly-less frantic rhythm than it had during swallowing. Below, the intestines wrestle with another, sizeable meal. In the middle, the stomach that held Moly Moonchild, acids bubbled and frothed at her every movement, the stomach churning and complaining, sometimes making a sound like a whale call, loud, low, and almost seemingly distant. "Comfy?" Natalia said, her voice booming all around Moly, the follow up snicker just as audible as well.

Who was this ravenous, voracious Natalia? Moly never having met the likes of her in her life, but neither would she ever again. Destined to become fat for a glorious body, curve for the pounds of flesh that bloated out Natalia's body, even more heavenly than Moly had first laid eyes upon to witness. Her already doomed, now, it was just up to fate and destiny to bring the unwitting human, right to where she was supposed to be. Forever a part of the lioness' flawless core. An apex predator, a mild, meek human, a prey type, it was only a matter of time before survival of the fittest came into play, and took a full circle, the cycle of life and death, of hunger and satiate, leaving Natalia wanting. Her meal yet, just right around the corner, a meal who at the time was currently even being swallowed whole as for thought. Inch after inch, gulped on in, slurped up and vehemently taken downward. The spiral of the tugs, the rippling and pulsating motions, the powerful peristaltic pressure, and the angles at which Moly found her body unable to resist the gravity of the earth they lived on, combined with an ever forceful pair of hands gripping her, shoveling her practically, deeper inside. That food chute ranging out so far as to make a pleasing valley for any onlooker, Moly held upside down as her facial impression could be seen on Natalia's guts while she was squished in and away at such a rapid fashion. Moly didn't even have time to react much as Natalia finally snaps her head back, yawns her impressively gaped jaws open even wider, like an elastic band that showed flesh to stretch, as if there were no bounds, not cartoonish, but far more goddess like. And then it happened. That final, fateful *GULP*, that would sentence Moly to become just another part of a greater being, happening, forcing those remaining lower limbs and shins, to be slurped down like noodles. La cielo, La Luna and the estrellas, if they could see, would be the last ones left to enjoy the soles of Moly's feet, before they slide deep into and past Natalia's gullet. The thick human bulge of the 5'6" female, giving away, irrovokably, to the more powerful being's upper digestest track. Forcing her to nearly crush into the entirety of herself the last entry point to sudden. Forced up into a rather tight fetal position, many of Moly's curves, mostly her face and breasts could be seen bloating out the lioness' gut. The acids there, the motion starting, Moly's fate was now sealed. Natalia Morgan had become Moly Moonchild's entire world. An entire woman forced into one pocket, a single organ of another's body. Moly gasps as she collects her wits, at least enough to talk, her eyes wide, but there's a smile there... she's nearly breathless. "I.... Huuuumph... My gads... You ate me.." she finally answered.

Natalia Morgan pushes in on her own belly fat, feeling at Moly's back. She rubs up and down, crevices in the fat trailing after her fingers as she moved her hand up and down the body of Moly within the stomach. She closes her eyes, humming a little to herself, the vibrations occurring on her belly flesh just as they did in her throat, her whole stomach quivering around Moly. Natalia soon took to feeling with both hands the shape Moly made on her stomach, feeling all the way down the girl's curves, an irresistible smile crossing her face as she imagined adding these curves to her own. Her stomach roiled and churned, the froth turning to waves as the acids became more potent, the stomach became stronger, and the air became thinner. Natalia's body acted as it always did, working to break down and exploit the resources and nutrients she had just added in order to break it all down, smelt it into something usable, and apply it to her own curves so perfectly as if the fat had always just been hers. After a few moments of rubbing over her bloated stomach, Natalia lifts herself off the bench, one hand on her belly, one hand helping to get her on her feet, and she starts to walk. She moves effortlessly despite her massive, gut. The sloshing sends acid all over Moly's body and throws her form against Natalia's stomach seemingly every other step as she rocks back and forth, to-and-fro within the bloated globe that was Natalia's engorged and satiated gut.

This new reality, this new world, this new temporary home to be held, for however long it would use Moly before removing her both of her form and her life. It was all dawning on Moly and catching up to her, that she'd just been devoured alive, and oh so casually and perhaps her predatory friend, left almost as if with glee because of it. A human life, a lion's hunger, the two meeting up to make a full, pleased and bloated cat. A goddess of the flesh, a pathetic lesser being, taking her roll in the food chain, Natalia Morgan reigning supreme at the high, tippy top. Moly could already feel as the gastric juices gushed over her, looking, searching, picking her apart with a fine tooth comb, to find ways to seep into her, to readily render her into nothing more than a boiling mass of used flesh, muscle, bone and lastly, chyme. Moly knew things would only get much more turbulant from here, her opinion and voice falling mute, for it didn't matter any more. Natalia felt squishing her paws up against the gut that bloated around Moly, forcing even more air out of Moly's lungs, the belches stealing Moly's much needed air to stay alive. But this was no longer about life. An object to sate two lusts, a means to an end, it was only a matter of time before Moly Moonchild went the way of Natalia's history, as another pleasant, fulfilling, and howbeit large... but just another meal. Maybe a footnote, maybe more? It would be hard to say. Moly coming to grips with this as she gasps, feeling the acids bite into her skin, moving from a strong tingle, to a slight itch, even to a burn. The stomach shrinking even more. To make her something useful for a change, instead of just a wasted, human, fleshling, a body that could have been otherwise used as protein to fuel a powerful woman. Though that stomach seemed to change that tone and those prior thoughts the longer Moly resided within Natalia. Air coming no more, Moly's carbon dioxide forcing her brain and lungs to slowly shut down, for her body to cease struggling. She was getting tired, feeling panicky feelings of suffocation. Knowing a painful digestion was soon to be underway. Whether it be by mercy, if the prey's body was being answered by the predator, to more fully dominate her, or if it was all just happenstance and random acts of chance, Moly's eyes soon close as Natalia begins to get up to move, the motion and the added pressure, her lungs unable to expand any more, she passes out. Natalia controlled Moly's past, her present, and would soon erase her future. Just so, giving off her last breath, Ms. Moonchild, sighs her last... death becomes her. The stomach goes still on the inside, Natalia has won yet another glorious fight over life and death. It was up to the lioness' body now to do what it did best. Moly likely just an afterthought, her body left to nourish a Queen amongst lions.

Natalia Morgan feels the life go out of Moly as she strolls out of the park, having to watch the road carefully before crossing. After all, she was rather hefty now and her bloated belly would keep her from really running. The road isn't busy and she's able to get across fairly easily, belching into her hand as she wanders up the street. She cringes slightly as her belly whines, rubbing her stomach as she feels the belly start to break Moly down. She gets a shiver up her spine, remembering the girl's curves as they were added to hers. Natalia licks at her chops as she feels her stomach start to crush her meal. She nearly bites down on her tongue as her muscles contract, her body starting to tremble and goosebumps forming under her thick fur. Her breathing becomes labored and comes at an odd rhythm as she truly begins to enjoy the feeling like she hadn't really many times before. Maybe it was all the meals she ate, maybe it was Moly's shape, maybe she really was starting to truly enjoy the act, but in the cold night, she felt like she was burning up. Natalia's insides were unforgiving. Having had the chance to practice over the last few evening, this smaller girl was no problem for it.

Air forces its way out several times as bubbles form in the acid, the waves of juices crashing against the belly and turning to something like sea-foam. The stomach muscles constantly crash against the weakening, softening body of the former girl, causing them to loosen further. First the skin peels away, a mess of blood leaking out as the outer-most part of Moly vanished leaving the muscles behind. By the time Natalia made it to her hotel, she was a mess of bones and muscle. By the time Natalia made it up the elevator, that muscle had softened and the fibers were letting loose from the bone. Moly was unrecognizable in a matter of minutes as barely any meat still held onto the bones and what did looked nothing like it had before she had been eaten. The flesh parts soften and liquefy over the course of the next few hours, all while Natalia sleeps--something of a miracle in and of itself as her stomach maintained a volume level like industrial equipment. The frothing led to bubbles, leading to more, thundering belches. The sloshing continued on late into the night as though a storm of epic proportions raged within the belly of the lioness, which, it may as well have.

The carnage continued until the meat that had been Moly turned to mush and eventually, liquefied entirely, being absorbed into the intestines as a thick chyme to be absorbed by the Villi there. In the morning, Natalia would cough, feeling a soreness in her throat as though most of the bones had been crushed, digested, and absorbed into her expanding frame, she had managed to belch the skull out over night, finding it on the sheets next to her hip. She takes it, looking it over a few times before walking into the bathroom to wash it before throwing it into a bag. As Natalia turns to use the shower, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she has to stop, running her hands down her torso and across hips that had widened even further than the night before. She bites her lip, giving them a squeeze to see that they were real, and that they were as thick as she thought they were. She giggles to herself, trembling a little as she remembers the feel of processing such a giant meal, the thrill of eating this girl and how good it felt to digest her alive. She can barely contain herself as she goes up to feel her breasts, now almost as big as someone's head. It barely crosses her mind that this would make it hard to find something to fit over her chest, and yet this thought also thrills her. She stares so long at herself in the mirror, she begins to wonder if she would ever actually get that shower...