Commissioned by me
Artwork by shirasiyuki
Story written by  varienquill, with several edits by me

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Frantically using her hands, Gazelle mustered all of her strength to push herself as far back as possible. While she had been sunk in quite a bit, luckily not much had buried underneath the pop star's fuzzy muzzle as of yet. But the ever-hungry pit claimed her forearms, gradually slithering and wrapping the dark substance around her wrists as it slowly made its crawl upwards, and had begun devouring the singer's elbows shortly afterwards, sliding her palms onto her puffy nubs in slow appreciation.

When she leaned back in panic, the substance refused to let go, allowing gravity to guide her elbows and fully submerging her upper limbs beneath the viscous goo. Even after the shift in position, the mud wouldn't hesitate to completely do away with the source of the disturbance. The entirety of her belly was also enveloped at a rapid rate. Gazelle let a small moan spill from her lips as the mud squeezed her figure with unprecedented strength.
She jumped up and down, letting her boobs suddenly and briefly bob slightly, before allowing themselves to flow freely, wobbling with reckless abandon, flopping faster and faster like jelly.

"OH! The things I do for my fans..."

Each bountiful globe attempted to slip the grasp of gravity, along with the mud's moist sludge, desperately wanting the feel of air through their fluttering fibers. Shakier, short hops were now taken in order to get past the sucking ooze, finding less and less amount of springiness there with each second. This whole sensation somehow reminded her of recent love-making—that thought alone made her embarrassed, although still humping the mud completely unintentionally.