"Look, Amy, is it fair that I ate Lisa just to hurt you? I don't know," Marigold said over Amy's screams as she worked on filling a third jug with the torrent of milk coming from her unoccupied breast.
"Is it fair that just because you wouldn't go out with her, Sarah's going to get to gulp down what's left of you both while you suffer inside my flesh forever? Again, I don't know; I'm not here to answer these sorts of questions. When someone comes to you and says `I want you to eat these people and turn them into milk so I can drink them up and piss them out,' that's just a vision you need to help make reality." She chuckled to herself.
She had completely broken down Lisa into breast fat, and was now processing the fat into a torrent of milk for Sarah. Meanwhile, Lisa's girlfriend Amy was still melting away, inch by inch, into Marigold's other breast, screaming and clawing at the bedding to stave off the inevitable just a little longer.. Marigold could eat her faster, but Sarah was enjoying the show so much.
Sarah chimed in. "All you had to do was come on a few dates, you bitch. You acted like it would be such a pain to go out with me. Well now you'll know pain for a long, long time. I didn't want this for you, but you made me do this to you. You made me do this to Lisa. But I guess that's what people get for letting trash like you into their lives."
Marigold gave a shove to the breast currently digesting Amy eliciting a whole new intensity of screaming. She was absorbed up to her navel now, inexplicably still alive thanks to the demonic power that fueled Marigold's digestion. It wouldn't be long until Amy's lungs were absorbed and the screaming stopped, but even that wouldn't kill her anymore.
"If it's any consolation," said Marigold, "I don't think of this as a punishment. You could have moulded yourself to be Sarah's fantasy, and you could have been miserable letting her use you. But you weren't able to give yourself to that, poor thing. You couldn't help it. But thanks to me, you don't get to decide what you are or how much you despair.
Really, you should be thanking Sarah for getting me involved. You get to be your best self: pretty, suffering fat, and plenty of milk."
Tags: breast vore, lactation
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Story by plumpbunny |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Seneca |
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