<blockquote class="uncited"><div> "So, nope! You get to stay in there! Um, but if you REALLY want out..." Miku’s soft lips curve slightly, the faintest hints of a little grin spreading across her face "....give me a day or two! You're bound to come out sooner or later!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>“I knew it!” Lem exclaims, thrashing powerfully in her frustration. “I knew you were the mystery pooper! You’re in so much trouble missy! Lam! Eat her!” She pauses, and her writhing squirms turn contemplative, “but then she’ll be pooping in your stomach. And that poop will be me! Lam! Don’t eat her! And get me out! Let me out, you stupid poopyhead pooper, so Lam can eat you for pooping!” She begins to thrash once more. “And stop<span style="font-style: italic">touching</span>me like that! Did I say you could touch me like that!?! Ohhh…” she moans, as Miku’s muscles squeeze her tight in a particularly sensitive place, and her own coils shift and bunch, grinding her body against Miku’s  powerfully corded digestive muscles.<br/><br/><br/>“Ahnn!” She moans, as Miku’s paws massage her belly, “not there! Just where do you think you’re touching without permission!? Is that Lam!?” She asks, as Miku begins to rub herself against the possessed drow. “You can’t do that! Stop grinding me against Lam! She’s not a<span style="font-style: italic">masturbatory aid!!!</span>Ohhh…” Lem moans, squirming and thrashing and coiling, powerfully massaging Miku’s insides in the most pleasurable of ways, the bulk of her body pressing Miku’s stomach down against the sensitive nether regions below, the pulsing muscles of Lem’s tail stroking and squishing against Miku’s center...