Memories to Rot Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 7 by tfwnogiantgf

The wobble of her hips led to extra gurgles, up and down. Blake was easily sloshed and warbled within the disgustingly absorbent and malleable interior of this zombified lady. He was sinking deeper in with each wiggle.

Thankfully, he had a spell to get out of this! Or at least communicate further. He held what little of his breath remained in the stagnant chamber, puffing his lump of a chest up, and called out the chant...

...What was that chant, again? Something about crossing a river - or a bridge... He'd cast it so many times, it was basic for magic training. Why was it different now?

"Mhhh!" Rottytops, above, smacked her lips - licking them. Blake could practically feel the wetness. "Yep, that's a tasty magic spell memory. Real juicy brain there - I'll have fun sucking that all out!"

Blake squeaked. "HEY!" He tapped on the surrounding area. "You can't take my memories! That's - an important part of me!"

With a quick tap of her green hands on his region, Rottytops stretched. "Or what, huh, you'll use that fire spell? Whoops~ Digested that too, that was filling!"

Blake, to his belief, felt a big blank when he tried wracking his mind for how to cast flame. And as for wind, or water - they were quickly fading, as Rottytops kept churning. He struggled in place. "How? How are you sucking all this out?"

Rotty giggled with another sway. "Who's to say I didn't already explain it... and then absorb your memory of me telling you?"

He would've shook his head if he could, within the warm, sticky embrace. "You're just trying to get into my head now."

"Yep! That's where the tasty bits are!" She squealed in return.