Miss Powell
The Abzorbamilf at College
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There, lodged entirely in the professor’s midriff, was a woman’s face, protruding from Miss Powell’s stomach herself after the rest of her had been quickly absorbed and digested by the professor, or rather, the imposter. April Lestrange didn’t know who this woman, or thing, was when she barged into her office and announced that she would be
taking overher responsibilities as a professor, but when she tried to question it everything had gone black. When she came too, her body was halfway inside of the intruder’s gut, and being sucked directly inside the tall, busty woman. Miss Powell grinned and moaned at the sensation of absorbing the confused professor, all the way until nothing more than her face was nothing more than a bump against the monster’s skin.
L-Let me out,Professor Lestrange demanded, her eyes darting upwards at her captor since she didn’t have a neck to tilt.
T-This is madness!Miss Powell bit her lip, the feeling of her latest victim pushing up against her body just as pleasurable to her as when she was going in.
Little late for that,she teased, her finger teasingly pressing Lestrange’s face right between her eyes. Just as Miss Powell teased her latest victim Miss Powell knocks on the door and enters, hoping to get to know Professor Lestrange before the semester begins. Suddenly you're stunned at the site of the naked Miss Powell and the living face on her midriff