Chapter 16: The Hollowing
The cum flowed like a river, thick and warm, and Graves drank with a hunger that had no bottom. Her throat worked in long, rhythmic gulps, each swallow pulling more of the viscous fluid from the churning depths around her. Her belly swelled with each draught, the pressure building against her from all sides, the elastic flesh of her stretched body pressing outward against the inner wall of Victor's sack.
She could feel his stitching through the membrane. The faint violet glow of his arcane patterns warmed her skin, pulsing in time with the flow. Her head was pressed against one curve of his scrotum, her silver pigtails splayed and flattened. Her breasts, still double-D even in this impossible state, squashed against another. And her belly, growing heavier and fuller with every gulp, distended the skin into a broad, rolling mound.
Victor made a low sound, something between a hum and a groan. His hand moved, cupping the swell she made, fingers tracing the taut shape of her stomach through his own flesh.
"You're drinking it all," he said, his voice carrying through the membrane, muffled but clear. "There won't be anything left."
Graves paused only long enough to press her mouth harder against the inner wall. The seal held, her lips suctioned to the soft tissue, and she gulped again. The cum drained faster now, the level dropping around her, the sac beginning to cave in on itself where it wasn't distended by her body. She could feel the last of it pooling beneath her chin, thick and heavy, and she tilted her head to catch it all.
Her belly grew. It swelled past the curve of Victor's inflated sac, pushing the skin outward into a grotesque, rolling mound that shifted and sloshed with each of her swallows. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her, inside her, filling every inch of elastic space she had. Her ribs bowed outward. Her spine curved. And still she gulped.
Victor's hand moved from her stomach to the top of the sack, palm flat against the skin, pressing down gently. She felt the pressure through the membrane, a firm, grounding warmth.
"Is your belly full?" he asked.
She couldn't answer. Couldn't stop. The last of the cum drained, a final surge that flooded her throat and filled her to the brim. She swallowed once more, a convulsive gulp that took the last thick drops, and then there was nothing left. The sac was empty except for her.
She pulled her lips away from the inner wall with a wet, sucking pop. The membrane sealed behind her, the tiny hole closing with a soft shlick. The skin of his scrotum drew tight around her, no longer stretched by the weight of liquid but draped over her shapes instead. Her head. Her breasts. Her enormous, sloshing belly, which now took up most of the space inside him.
Victor's hand found her again. This time he curled his fingers around the outline of her stomach, squeezing gently through the skin. She felt the pressure from all sides, his palm against the curve of her belly, his thumb tracing the line of her ribs. He explored her like she was a prize hidden inside him, and in a way, she was.
"You've become my core," he said, his voice low, almost wondering. "Every part of you, inside me."
Graves shifted, her body pressing against the inner walls of his empty sac. Her belly sloshed, heavy and full, and she pushed outward, molding the skin around her once more. She was his core. She was everything he contained. And she wanted him to squeeze her harder.