It was around midnight when the Avatar and her mistress remembered there was a third person in the room with them. Or at least, there was at one point. For the past hour Asami had been splayed across Korra’s titanic tummy as they pleasured each other in all manner of ways.

Asami loved the way her organic bean bag chair warped and shifted beneath her, as Korra’s body reshaped the mystery girl into a more useful form. Where Asami once felt arms, legs and breasts she now found a squishy, amorphous blob of meat- a girl burger. Where once was a voice to plead and beg was now just bubbling and moaning. Asami saw Korra’s ability to reshape a person like clay as almost god-like, and she worshipped it by grinding on the many shifting forms of Korra’s stomach. In reality, she was fiercely jealous of the power. Asami would give anything to be able to turn the poor, nameless nobody’s of Republic City into her tits and ass. She would swallow up the entire world if it meant being beautiful for Korra. Even still, encouraging Korra to eat the world instead was good enough.

Speaking of which, the girl inside Korra was pretty much used up. At Asami’s command, Korra put her where she belonged. Her sacrifice was not wasted. Asami knew this was Korra’s favorite part of every meal. She’d get so much confidence, so much power… Now that it was just the two of them, the real fun began.

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