𝒞𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑜 𝐹𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝒾

ㅤ Secret . . ? I don’t think I have one . . Though , partaking in the big eater challenge at Wilduck most every day could have something to do with it , Among other aspects of my diet . ㅤ- Makoto flinches upon feeling her examining his breasts . His face reddening further> ㅤ

ㅤ .ᐟ ⋆.˚ ˙⋆✮ ㅤ

[Faust tried her best to relax, going through the motions of taking her pants off as well. For all intents and purposes, nothing bad would happen. She just needs to keep a clear, crystal mind as the woman was being constantly bent through her tract.] Don't shuffle too much.

ㅤ Huh . Are they . . ? - He gets curious . Stepping back into Chihiro’s personal space , closer this time as he presses his chest right against hers . Applying enough pressure that his breasts would entirely envelop hers . - They really are . . ! By a lot too . . . ㅤ

No, no, the trick is to get others to spend money on food for you...

ㅤ My- Oh right . Ehhr . . Yeah . I can’t really blame you . . . . - Makoto’s face takes on a similarly red hue as he backs up , he put his hands on each side of the hefty shelf beginning to jostle them softly . - I just . . Kind of woke up with them . . . 💧 ㅤ

[Although she were completely constricted, it was at the very least away from the dangers of being melted down into Sinner Sludge. Now all Faust needed to do was...relax.] As long as nothing supernatural happens, this should be easy. There will be a lot of turns, so...focus.

[The sphincter below had slowly but surely engulfed Chihiro, which also meant bringing below that acid level. Her body would remain fine, but for those seconds it was pure silence.] [It took a lot of willpower from Faust to not lose her cool, up until her head went through-

I...Faust will give you a shower once you are out and free. [Coughing her out seemed like a death trap waiting to backfire. And her gut was getting restless by the seconds. So Faust would clench ever so slightly, adjusting the girls location, an attempt to force her downwards.]

ㅤ Well . . I was just asking what exactly was distracting you , actually . . . - He leans in curiously , getting closer to her as his “assets” bounce in the process , barely restrained beneath his button up shirt . - ㅤ

ㅤ Something distracting you , Chihiro ? . . - 𝘽𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . .ᐟ - ㅤ

ㅤ His chest feels like it’s gotten heavier . A lot heavier . . . Nothing to do with his 70% woman diet . Certainly not . . . ㅤ