This choice: Not enough. Binge on the little Moogles. • Go Back... Fran let out a belch as she laid a slim hand upon her struggling gut, feeling the Moogle within writhe about, feeling the utter fullness after starving for days. She wanted more. Caressing a belly that pushed out further than it ever had in her life, the Veira wanted more, and felt certain she could eat more. Needed to eat more.
Prowling the cargo hold in search of more Moogles, Fran mused on her luck that the armor she wore didn't cover her new gut, but also wondered just how fattening Moogles were. Though the Veira couldn't focus on such long term thinking, especially as the next little worker came into vire, perched precariously atop a stack of crated that put him just above the woman's head. Fran approached, her otherwise slim body strutting as her round gut swayed before her, the Moogle pausing at the sight of the woman just as she reached the crates, opening her mouth with what looked like a predatory grin.
One belly bump later, and the precarious worker found himself rabbit food as she swallowed the creature in a single gulp. The stack he had been working atop slowly tipped over with a clatter, as the Veira's gut grew larger still, now a full foot from her otherwise slim form. It shook and jumped with renewed struggles that only brought a satesfied moan to the predator's lips as she paused, using a crate to steady herself.
Two more darted out of the pile of over turned cargo, one running smack into the brown belly and falling to the floor. Fran stepped over the little morsel as the second darted out, her quick reflexes just managing to scoop up the Moogle's leg and lift him up toward her opening maw. As Fran's stomach swelled again, it pinned the stunned Moogle in place while the voreacious woman took a minute to rub her now significantly large belly with both hands, it's surface squirming and moving beneath them. The trapped Moogle was devoured quickly, Fran once more on her way search for more food, engorged gut bouncing off the sides of crates as she tried to maintain her sauntering walk.
"So much meat! Even the forest feasts can't compare." The Veira moaned, her belly beginning to hang down ever so slightly now past her hips, as her fingers just barely reached the furthest point. While quite the capable Hunter, searching was becoming quickly difficult as her stomach began to weigh the woman down. It was becoming visibly taught, the surface continuously shifting with the prey within, and on top of that the pleasure alone quickened the Veira's breath.
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The smallest sound caused Fran's rabbit like ears to swivel about, drawing her closer to another potential meal. Stalking along silently, her light skin brushed against boxes, barrels and cargo as her eyes spied a section of cloth torn on an erant nail. Holding her belly to try and still the writhing mass within, the hunter made her way as quickly as she could in her bloated state to the opposite end of the isle, even climbing over a small box or two in her path. The fifth Moogle barely even saw the hand as it came around the crate, it's world spinning and filled with the woman's pleasantly curved form, and her engorged gut as Fran smiled.
Finally done, the rabbit woman panted with her swollen belly as she made her way toward the cargo hold's exit, just beginning to waddle as her hands touched every inch of stuffed stomach they could. She was sated, but couldn't deny having over done it a little. Small as they were, five Moogles would make Fran quite ... plump, to say the least. Shaking her long silvery hair, she only hoped the old trend of junk making its way to her trunk would continue. Opening the door, and being thankful it was so large, the Veira suddenly stumbled, and nearly fell over something at her feet. Turning her big belly and looking down, she was half able to see a Moogle pointing up at the moving gut, about to ask when the Veira spoke first.
"Bunny fat for my big Veira ass. Which you're going to add too!"
This time was a bit slower, the bulge in her throat slow to descend, stomach inflating slowly enough for Fran to watch as she began to pant, and lean against the wall. Now she was stuffed. The feeling was amazing to Fran, both the vast excess of food, and struggling of her gut, but it tired the woman greatly. The gluttonous Veira shoved herself off the wall, and began to waddle back to the upper levels, looking to sleep off her meal. The round taught orb that jutted from her slender frame hung halfway down her thighs, their muscle ensuring she could support the gut as it jutted two feet from her body, surface continuously moving.
"Just eating Balthier wouldn't have been as big a meal." Fran mused, unable to stop running her new belly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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