The sticky dough pulled in hard to slam the prisoner against the walls and bars. As it does, the rest of my body slipped past the bars, easily reforming on the other side. The dough which held her now rose up to extend from my bellybutton, leaving my arms and legs free as I walked over to her. The dough seemed to explode like a flood as I stopped, the sticky flab starting to totally engulf her on the front. Though as of yet I wasn't completely swallowing her up. I wanted to have more fun.