<span style="color: #00BF00">Merrin started to shake a little bit more nervously. "Chris?" she asked as D's mouth expanded to fit her slightly plumped thighs. She thought she could feel the inside of D's stomach now with her toes, its snapping acid stinging them dully. Her mind filled with doubts. What if the school didn't have magical powers? She would be dead right here with no one to mourn her and no eulogy but the sloshing sounds of a toilet flush. She'd become some amorphous meaty paste for D to absorb and fill out her figure with. Struggling was useless. It would only serve to darken her memory. Here lies Merrin: she cried like a little bitch, she thought.<br/><br/>Chris was not going to be any help to her, she decided. She would just talk to D. "You're almost to the best part!" she said encouragingly, hiding her terror in a fascade of cheerfulness as her mid-thighs disappeared into the nurses wet gums.</span>