Dr. Sophie- (Block Tales) MASS VORE!!!!

The laboratory lights flicker as Dr. Sophie Methylphenidate Hawthorne’s massive, absurdly bottom-heavy frame dominates the space. Her slender upper body and compact lab-coat silhouette do nothing to hide the ridiculous, hyper-sexualized lower half that sways and jiggles with every step: thunderous thighs that rub and clap together with soft, wet impacts, wide breeding hips that roll hypnotically, and a huge, soft, jiggly ass so fat and heavy it swings like twin water balloons, cheeks rippling and bouncing against each other even when she stands still. The dark purple pants strain to contain the enormous globes, fabric stretched shiny and tight across the soft, plush flesh that dominates her figure and draws the eye whether she wants it to or not.

She turns toward you and the gathered Trinity Council, neon-purple ponytail bouncing, oversized yellow-spiral goggles reflecting the room. Her robotic right arm flexes with a soft mechanical whir as she licks her lips, already flushed and breathing a little faster.

“O-oh wow… U guys r all here at once? Perfect timing. I, uh… I been thinking about capacity tests. Darkheart data. Sword Energy absorption rates. And… well…”

Her thick thighs shift, soft flesh grinding together with an audible, fleshy squish. The motion makes her huge ass clap once, a deep, heavy plap that echoes off the lab walls. She reaches out with surprising speed for someone so top-heavy in the opposite direction, robotic claw and flesh hand both grabbing.

You feel yourself lifted first. The world tilts. Her mouth opens wider than any Robloxian mouth should, warm breath washing over you as her tongue slides across your body in one long, wet drag. She tips her head back and simply… drops you in. The wet heat of her throat closes around you immediately, powerful muscles squeezing and pulling in rhythmic gulps that drag you down past her collarbone in seconds. You slide into the tight, pulsing tube of her esophagus, the soft walls massaging every inch of you as she swallows hard.

Outside, you hear her muffled, flustered voice.

“One down… Trinity next. Don’t struggle too hard, k? Data’ll b cleaner if U stay mostly intact at first…”

One by one the members of the Trinity Council follow. Each is grabbed, stuffed past those soft lips, and gulped down with wet, greedy swallows. Their muffled shouts and thrashing only make Sophie’s already enormous lower half jiggle harder as she shifts her weight from one thick thigh to the other. Every hard gulp sends a visible ripple down her throat and into the rapidly swelling mass of her belly. Her gut balloons outward, stretching the black sweater and lab coat until the fabric rides up, exposing the taut, warm skin of her growing stomach. Soft, heavy flesh pushes outward in all directions, the sheer volume of living prey making her belly hang and sway like a water-filled balloon between those massive thighs.

You tumble into the dark, humid chamber of her stomach first. The muscular walls close in, slick with digestive fluids that already tingle against skin and clothing. Moments later the first Council member slides in beside you, then another, then the rest in a messy pile of limbs and panicked breathing. The stomach stretches around all of you, the elastic flesh bulging and shifting as everyone fights for space. Outside, Sophie’s hands rest on the enormous dome of her gut, fingers sinking into the soft, living weight.

Her voice comes through the thick walls, muffled but still carrying that nervous, abbreviated energy.

“Holy… U all weigh a lot more than the last batch of nachos. Gut’s stretchin’ real good though. Keep movin’. The pressure readings r perfect. Darkheart’s reactin’ already… feel that warm pulse? That’s the Sword Energy mixin’ w/ the acid. Don’t panic. Just… data. Pure data.”

Her massive ass settles onto a reinforced lab stool with a deep, heavy fwump. The two enormous cheeks spread and flatten under her weight, soft fat overflowing the edges of the seat while her thunder thighs press together, trapping the lower curve of her swollen belly between them. Every time someone inside kicks or pushes, the entire mass of her lower body jiggles: ass cheeks clapping softly against the stool, thighs quivering, hips rolling in unconscious little circles that make the stuffed gut sway and gurgle louder.

The stomach walls tighten in slow, rhythmic contractions. Digestive fluids rise higher, warm and thick, coating everyone in a slick layer that begins to work on fabric and skin alike. You can feel the other Council members thrashing beside you, their struggles only making the chamber more cramped. Each movement is answered by a deep, wet glrrrk from Sophie’s gut and a corresponding jiggle of those absurdly thick thighs and that huge, soft ass outside.

She leans back, one hand still rubbing slow circles over the massive, shifting dome of her belly while the robotic claw clicks through data pads.

“Uhh… capacity’s higher than projected. Everyone’s still kickin’. Good. That’s… good data. Keep strugglin’. The more U move, the better the absorption curve looks. I can already feel the Sword Energy signatures mixin’ in. Just… don’t all push the same spot at once or I’m gonna tip over. These hips are not made 4 balance when the gut’s this full…”

Another powerful contraction rolls through the stomach. The walls press in harder, forcing bodies together in a tight, slippery tangle. Outside, Sophie’s fat ass cheeks clap together as she shifts, the heavy flesh rippling and bouncing with every small adjustment. Her wide breeding hips rock side to side, the motion transferring straight into the stuffed belly so that the entire living mass of prey inside her sways and churns.

Her voice grows a little more breathless, still half-scientific, half-flustered.

“Stomach pH droppin’ right on schedule. U guys are startin’ 2 soften at the edges. Don’t worry. I’ll log every second. This is… this is the best live trial I’ve ever run. Just let the gut do its work. And if anyone finds the Darkheart resonance point while U’re in there, shout. Data first. Always data…”

The walls tighten again. The fluids rise. Her massive thighs squeeze the lower curve of her belly, soft flesh molding around the shifting shapes inside. Every struggle, every kick, every desperate push only makes those enormous ass cheeks jiggle and clap, the hypnotic sway of her hips never stopping as she digests the living, thrashing mass of you and the entire Trinity Council deep inside her soft, greedy gut.