WARNING:
Contains serious fat stuff, vore, etc. Keep that in mind.
Asami
stopped to look down at her stature; one that was far fatter. Her
clothes were but shreds, her belly soft and doughy, splitting into
two distinct rolls at the navel. She sat on her plump ass, large
enough to cushion her on the grass, despite being fresh out of pants.
Asami's cheeks were still flushed red, her breath a pant, "Whoa."
Korra
smiled. "Yeah, whoa" she said, her own figure having
rounded
Spirit World Honeymoon CH.3
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