Terrified by the giant tentacled woman that had him, Peter looked at her chubby face in confusion. “Had a woman what?”
Ursula cracked up at the completely dumbfounded look on her meals face. Children were so clueless of the joys of sex, just like a certain mermaid had been before she got acquainted with Ursula’s tentacles. Peter was a complete child, never having even thought about the differences between men and women. He probably still thought that girls had cooties. Ursula loved every kind of human she met. From the gruff, horny men that openly stared at her plump figure to the shy girls that begged so loudly for her to stop when she rammed her tentacles into them.

They were all so weak and fun to torment or pleasure or do both. But child like Peter were good for one thing, eating. All that virgin flesh, still so tender and sooft went strait to her already huge breasts. Peter was taking a trip down her throat, but that didn’t mean Ursula’s only pleasure was going to be from the taste of flesh on her tongue. There were many ways to spice up a meal.

Off in the corner, kneeling obediently in front of the huge sea witch, Jasmine and Ariel watched the sight of their mistress feed with heavy breathing. The sight of the one they severed devouring innocent children didn’t bother them one bit. They had seen Ursula eat whole families, from the grizzly father to the little baby daughter. They felt nothing for the victims except envy. They were becoming fat in their great mistress’s body, adding pounds of yummy blubber to her already huge frame. It was a great honor and one they would welcome. Their heavy breathing wasn’t do to fear, but rather excitement. As always, they’re mistress was making them horny.

“Aren’t the mistress’s breasts amazing!” Jasmine, the breast fanatic, excitedly whispered to Ariel who nodded quickly. Ursula’s belly had ballooned out several feet, filled to capacity with children and a reptile. Her huge breasts, each bigger then the girls heads sagged onto her enormous gut. Each jiggly orb shook as they belly did, making the flesh ripple in ways that made the sex slaves mouth’s water. If Ursula hadn’t commanded them to stay still they would have been making out before the exotic sight of their mistress plumped up and jiggling.

Ariel licked her dry lips, wishing she was closer to her super fat mistress right now. “Do you think she’ll let us press our heads against her belly as she digests today’s catch?” Ariel asked no one in particular. Jasmine had as much understanding about how Ursula thought as she did about how a storm thinks. Ursula would do as she pleased, that was all that was definite in this world.

“I hope we get to listen from inside her,” Jasmine said while trembling. It was one thing to listen to the wet gurgling sounds outside the huge belly, but inside Ursula, those sounds surrounded you from all sides and were greatly amplified. Nothing made fucking better inside Ursula’s womb then the sound of innocent people digesting just a few inches.

“Slaves!” Ursula’s voice boomed and grabbed the full attention of the girls. Sitting alertly up, they listened, ready to follow any orders they were given. Smiling seductively at her toys, Ursula waved Peter over her head as she spoke. “While I eat this boy, I want one of you to eat me out. A little tongue action while I eat will make things much funnier. Now comer over here.”