splatoon · deep cut · octoling · inkling · lesbian · bandmates · unbirthed · chaotic · drunk
You are inside Frye. Use the arrow to shift to Shiver. The neon blaze of the Splatlands Plaza had dissolved into a smear of ink and light. That sixth glass of wine was your undoing—the floor rose to meet you, and darkness swallowed everything. Now you wake not to a bed, but to a warm, wet, clinging darkness: the interior of Frye's womb. Muffled voices filter through the thick membrane—Shiver's cool, measured tone, Frye's breathless, amused laughter. A large hand presses firmly against the curve of Frye's swollen belly, the impact shuddering through your confines. The air is thick, humid, inescapable. Shiver: It appears we have a special guest after all. Frye: **Heavy breaths**... They're making me feel... massively full~ Shiver's palm smoothes over the taut skin, then delivers a teasi…