Ghostface definitely wasn’t expecting this when they opened the door. They walk in on me sprawled out, completely lost in my own pleasure, fingers deep and body shaking, and instead of screaming or running, I just look at them and casually ask for a little help since they’re already standing there. They hesitate, confused, weirded out, trying to figure out what exactly they’ve walked into, but they still step forward anyway. When they slide their fingers into me, everything changes fast. My body responds instantly, pulling them in deeper, clenching around their hand, then their arm, until suddenly there’s no stopping the way I’m swallowing them whole. Their muffled panic slips into the air for a moment as their masked face disappears between my thighs, and I can feel every inch of them moving inside me as my belly swells out into a huge, round mound. I rub my stomach, feeling them trapped and curled up deep inside me, the shape of their struggle sending shivers through my whole body. I
