<span style="font-weight: bold">Miku’s Meal</span><br/><br/>“Mmm-ummmm,” I moan, as the catwoman’s hands gently caress my breasts through the softness of her stomach. “My breasts,” I thrumm, “you’re stroking them. It feels good… I’m Fifi. You wouldn’t digest me, would you? Now that we’ve been properly introduced? You wouldn’t be able to stroke my lovely breasts anymore, if you digest them…”<br/><br/>But Fifi’s pleading seems to fall on deaf ears, as Miku bounces away to lick and cuddle with the candycoated Aviana, the jiggling journey both grinding her against the walls of Miku’s tum and splashing her all over with acids that are doing more than tingle… now they’re starting to burn.<br/><br/>“Hey, stoppit!” I cry, thumping Miku’s belly with all the power I can muster. “You’re digesting me! Stop digesting me!”<br/><br/>Despite her situation, and the awkwardness of her position, she’s actually able to hook her fingertips into Miku’s tum and pull herself up towards the sphincter at the base of Miku’s oesophagus. With deft, tender touches she tickles and massages it until it begins to pulse and throb eagerly, and she slips her entire hand up into the gentler environment of Miku’s throat. Gently and powerfully, she begins to force her way back up. “It’s okay you’re trying to digest me,” she yells, as she struggles to push her way out of Miku’s tum. “We can still talk about this, right!?”<br/><br/>Flat 1d20=18 to escape gives her a roll of 40, so she’s able to claw her way into Miku’s oesophagus… not that I expect any of these girls to survive if the party doesn’t allow it.<br/><br/>Her CMD for swallowing is 29, as she is at less than two-thirds hp (actually, at one-half hp more or less).