"You're calories!" you rather gleefully decree. "That's for eating me all those times."
"No newbie is going to digest me!" Amber counters. "Pam! Masturbate!"
Despite not having a honeypot, Pam is somehow able to play with her now really secret place, and quite willing to. This is clearly some plot by Amber to get free, but you are not sure how to get Pam to stop, and even less sure you want to. You get to share all of Pam's pleasure and you can feel this building up towards a really powerful one.
But you now realize that this is at least in part a diversion. Amber is up to something too. You feel her hand pushing at your lower sphincter, and then hand and arm push their way into your intestine. Is she try to get out thru your guts? You don't see that as working. Anyway you make little effort to stop her.
However, Amber stops with only her arm in your innards, and now starts moving that around, slowly, as if her arm was in a really thick coat, inside another thick coat, but she is moving, and you start worrying that she is going to really mess you up some way. How, you are not sure. She can't move at all fast and so can't punch you, and it seems she can't grab anything. She's effectively wearing boxing gloves. But she is trying something and you don't know what.
A sudden thrill tells you her plan, in part. She has reached your most sensitive spot, and is stimulating it from the inside. This is quite a scare at first, but then you start to wonder why you should worry. Amber getting you off like this seems like just another bonus for you. Why worry?
The answer comes as Pam puts you over the top with a massive explosion. You are almost knocked out by the blinding joy, and Amber's legs come sliding up your throat until her feet are in your mouth.
You quickly swallow her back down, but now can see the danger. With every climax, you are in danger of coughing up Amber, and if they manage to both set you off at once... You try to get Pam to stop, a bit difficult to do when you don't even know how she started, and ...
"Aw come on." Pam responds. "Don't be a wet blanket."
"What??" you rather brightly respond. "Breasts don't talk."
"Shows what you know." Pam replies. "There just hasn't been much to say up until now. Now you just not bother me, and I'll get back to making both of us happy."
"But Amber will get out." you protest.
"So?" an unconcerned Pam answers. "She is my friend, and I am not going to help you against her. And you are going to enjoy things anyway."
Confused, and enjoying it like Pam said, you give in. You aren't sure you can stop Pam's stimulations anyway. You wonder if you could have talked to Pam when you were the mounds, but that is just history. You turn your attentions to Amber's efforts, where you are equally at sea about how to stop her as her caresses arouse your emotions, and send them to a peak that has you shuttering with joy, and sends Amber up your throat again.
Gobbling her down again, you start to endure a reverse torture, where you are the "victim" of determined efforts to make you really happy, and you, for what seems more and more like a stupid reason, try to resist it. But time after time, you are hit by waves of pleasure, after which you fight to keep your food where she belongs. It seems to go on for a wonderfully long time.
Then you hear Amber grumble "No...I'm butter soft..." For a moment, you suspect a trap. But your stomach is looking rounded... You keep your guard up, but soon your stomach sloshes as Amber has been reduced to soup. "I was sure it would work." is Amber's last comment as you enjoy your hard-won nutrition.
"That was great fun, Pam" you praise your unwilling partner. "What else can breasts do?"
"Well, I am not fully sure," Pam acknowledges, "but I have some ideas. Why don't we see what the net has to say?"
"Sounds good." And you get to work on the computer.