We're gonna shove 'em up your ass, you slut!" Steph said with a deep chuckle. "With an ass as fat as yours, I'm sure that you've got enough room for 'em!"
"You think we store stuff in our ass cheeks, you stupid Orc!?" Sorhafe wanted to shout. Following her mistress's hand signals, She stuffed the two formless slimes that were once Fat Bart and Eliza into the pot. Handing it over to the Orc, Sorhafe then proceeded to fall to her hands and knees and pull apart her asscheeks. Her asshole was still bright-red from the pounding she had received and the poor Elf couldn't help but wince as the rim of the pot was jammed inside her.
An odd sensation of warm syrup flowing down her colon followed. It wasn't painful at first; a little pleasurable, even. But the damn slime just kept flowing out of the pot, filling her insides with more and more of the goo. It swelled against the walls, filling her intestines to the breaking and advancing deeper and deeper into the gut. Sorhafe felt more and more bloated as the minutes dragged and she watched in dismay as her lower abdomen began to bulge.
After what felt like an eternity the last of the slimes had entered her. Steph removed the vessel with a triumphant pop and, as if adding insult to injury, she retrieved Eric from the floor and jammed his butt-plug self back in.
"Look at you, you're like a potion, but more slutty!" Steph teased. Sorhafe responded with a death glare that the Orc simply ignored.
"We'll keep 'em in you 'til we figure out something useful to use 'em for. Now that I'm all geared up, we..."