The next morning, Ashleigh and Balinda were at the tall kitchen table, sitting down for breakfast. "So ummm, Mom?," Ashleigh began in between bites of pancakes. "Would you mind telling me your secret to growth?," she asked, leaning in expectantly. Balinda turned her head away from her own meal, "I'm sorry Sweety, but my answer is still no." Her mother's rejection was not to deter Ashleigh's goal. Ashleigh quickly switched strategies, attempting a cute, innocent, puppy dog face to charm her mother. "Can you please tell me how you grew mommy?," Ashleigh tested sweetly and softly. Balinda was slightly taken off guard by her daughter's new tactic, "Hmn that face...but no. I still can't tell you."
"Huugggghhhh," Ashleigh was growing impatient at her mother's continued refusal. It was time to change up strategies again, this time to droning repetition, truly a battle of wills between parent and child!
"Please tell me."
"No dear."
"Please."
"The answer is still no."
"Please."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
And the series of pestering continued for the remaining hour, then at lunch, and the hours after that, and at dinner, and before bed, then the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Ashleigh continued pestering her mother all the way through the rest of the week.
"Please," Ashleigh said, following her mother throughout the house.
"No," Balinda was very near the end of her exhaustion, and then a groan from her stomach reminded her of her hunger.
"Please," Ashleigh said once more, standing innocently as ever behind Balinda.
"NOOOOOO," Balinda was attempting anger to deter her daughter, but was in truth close to giving up.
"Puh-LEAAAAAAAASSSSSE," Ashleigh shoved all of her effort into this request, throwing her hands in the air as a sign of feign desperation.
Balinda gave up at this point, "Ok, so you want to know my secret?! Here!" Balinda's hands glowed a silvery-white color, a signal of arcane magic, and then an outline began materializing before the two inside their living room. After a couples seconds the apparition finished teleporting, what it was shocked Ashleigh: it was a superbly tall Blood Elf woman, but her height wasn't the only unusual aspect about her. She owned a prodigious pair of breasts, some of the biggest Ashleigh's ever seen, although not quite as large as her mother's own pair or that paladin, Evelyn, but they were almost equal in size to Ashleigh's body. Even more impressive than the Elf's chest was her midsection. The Blood Elf was restrained to the floor by her utterly massive stomach. It was several times the size of the Elf it was attached to, unlike a perfectly round pregnant belly, hers was misshapen with things actively struggling and wriggling inside it.
"UMMMMMM...WHO IS THAT AND WHAT'S GOING ON?," Ashleigh was stunned and confused about the bizarre sight in front of her.
Balinda had a look of I-knew-this-was-going-to-happen. "See by your reaction, I knew you weren't ready, but I'll explain anyways. My team caught this Elf in our Alterac Campaign, and I ordered her interrogation for all relevant intel she had. To make her cooperate with our questioning, we force fed her her own companions until she talked. And now that that's finished, so as Colonel, I can decide her fate: to be eaten and digested!"
"WAIT! WHAT?," Ashleigh shouted on impulse.
"You heard me right dear. We swallowed our foes on the battlefield, then digested them and gained enhancements from their bodies; the larger the prey, the larger the increase in our size," Balinda stated matter-of-factly.
Ashleigh was still dazed at this strange revelation. "So who's going to....uhhh...eat her?," Ashleigh meekly asked.
Balinda's long ears perked up, "I was planning on..."
