Liandra struggled in the soft smelly depths of Camille's bowels, feeling herself get pushed deeper into the horrid mess as it squelched into every part of her body, every breath Liandra took was filled with the awful taste of her surrounding and she found herself hardly able to breath as the warm sweaty texture of the walls surrounding the processed food tightened around her, compressing the poor girl further into her surroundings, the only thing that would be visible outside the log, being her gently twitching wings, which were making the insides of Camile's rear tunnels about ten times as sensitive as they already were...being that Camille's body was now twenty times as sensitive all over from the ingestion of Liandra's wing, meaning that even although she was being pushed along the large intestines, Camille would be able to feel exactly where she was along with any sensation of pleasure that might incur.