disclaimer: Characters shown and mentioned are implied and meant to be interpreted as over 18 years of age
Sketch comm for my best friend and biggest supporter  EndercreeperMugen
Wanting to help me, they ordered more sketch comms. I'm more than happy to make something for them, and get my butt back to drawing again.
Hope you enjoy, and more to come.

Dialogue (couldn't fit)

"For spark's sake, Ethel, just tell us what got you so big already!" Eunie's words spat out from her unamused expression, leaned closer to the blank defiance of the once-prolific Silvercoat Ethel. The now smaller girl met Eunie's expression with a dismissive huff as she crossed her arms and pouted, squishing into her stomach and getting a muffled moan from the contents within.

Eunie's eyes blinked twice as she stared downwards at the noisy gut, "...tell us WHO got you this big, then! I ain't gonna chew you out for havin' a snack... probably," her eyes shifted as she wondered whether or not the snack in question would've been compliant with their fate, "just give us something to go off on!"

The girl huffed again as she shook her head slowly, "...nah..." her cheeks began to glow a faint red of embarrassment, "...my prey... my business."

"Oh, for the love of-" Eunie leaned back and let out an annoyed groan, "I give up with this chick! Ethel's seriously let herself go, she weren't ever like this before." she jumped back up as she felt a polite tap on her shoulder.

"C-Come on now, Eunie, it's not all bad...!" the ever-optimistic spark, Sena, spoke with as much of a smile as she could conjure up, "If you let Lanz and I train her up just a tiiiiny bit-"

Eunie whistled as she took a big step backwards and began to smile once more, "All yours!~ Come and get me when she's stopped being like... that, I haven't got the time to babysit."

Ethel's eyes slowly looked over at the scene before her as she took some gentle steps back. Her mind raced with thoughts about her behaviours, the gluttonous action she had happily taken part in, and how much she loved the feeling of it; the feeling of her special snack tucked away, albeit not-so-hidden from the world. She would mutter once more,

"...mine..."

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