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We’ve got you cornered, and you can feel it. One of us is hungry, and you’re standing there knowing this isn’t going to end well for you. We tease you, circling you, enjoying how small and exposed you look under our attention. You don’t know which of us is going to take you, and that uncertainty just makes it better. When I lean in, it’s slow and deliberate. Mila licks you, taste you, savor every second while you realize you’re not getting away. One last moment to process it, and then she gobbles you up in a single bite. Now look where you are. She’s big and bloated, her gut stretched full with you inside, and we can’t stop laughing about it. You thought being eaten was the end, but this is your reality now. We mock you for how trapped you are, how permanent your position is, and how your entire world has been reduced to living inside me. We rub Mila’s belly while Dizzy humiliates you for being exactly where you belong. Warm, helpless, and stuck forever, just another reminder of how completely you’re ours.