“Yummy,” Ursula purred and then looked up at something even yummier. Jane floated above her, unmoving and her face quickly going blue. Sighing, Ursula realized her prey was nearly dead, which only bothered her because dead flesh never tasted very good. With a bored wave of her hand, she gave the meal gills so she could survive under water. The spell would only last an hour, but the girl wouldn’t last a tenth that long. Still out of it, Ursula lifted the pale meat up and licked her lips, such rich, tasty flesh would go down so nicely. Opening her big mouth even wider, Ursula slowly lowered her prey’s feet into her mouth.

The soles of her meal slid onto the same tongue that had been in her pussy, teasing the tender flesh and making the meal giggle slightly. She was still out of it, coming to even as her flesh was consumed. Ursula carefully placed one foot in her mouth and then the other, leaving the floating girl standing on her tongue. Closing her puffy, full lips around her ankles, Ursula sucked her in slowly, feeling the sleek, soft feminine skin disappear past her lips. Her meals toes touched the back of Ursula’s slimy throat and that’s when she swallowed. Her prey jerked as she sank into her mouth up to her knees, a bulge formed in Ursula’s thick throat as her prey entered. Moaning softly, she continued on.

Ursula planned to eat the girl feet first, feel her succulent body slide down her throat and see every expression on her face as she went down. She wanted to see the terror on her preys face as she was eaten. She wanted to see the pleasure on her face as her sex was slurped and teased. She wanted to see the final look of despair on her meals face when she took the first swallow. Already turned on, the thought of witnessing the expressions of her prey only made her more excited. Clenching her pussy, Ursula gave her slave the signal to do the only thing she was meant to do.

Ariel was enjoying the soft sounds of her mistress’s heartbeat as she ate while lightly fingering her own cunt. That’s when her world shrank and Ariel found herself being tightly squeezed by the womb. Hundred of pounds of flesh and fat covered her, but Ariel didn’t struggle. She embraced the crushing walls, like a loved one was hugging her. The walls retracted and Ariel knew what to do. Her mistress wanted pleasure and that’s what she’d get. Moving quickly, Ariel rubbed herself against the sensitive walls of the womb, running her hands over the wrinkled walls a and even licking the sticky juices coming off them. Ariel started humping the walls, gripping her pussy against the inside of another pussy. She wondered if her mistress would be more pleased if she left the womb and started pleasuring the birth canal. Shrugging here shoulders, Ariel decided of her mistress wanted her to do it, she would, but for now she’d work on the soft, creased walls of her womb. Feeling her own pleasure rise, Ariel smiled sultrily. If her mistress was pleased, she would surely be rewarded.