Tatsumaki let loose a rumbling burp, releasing the ever dwindling pocket of air of the unfortunate meal that squirmed helplessly inside of her gigantically engorged gut.

“Fubuki, mind settling down in there? You're giving your big sister *hurp*, an upset tummy.”

The once tall and beautiful leader of B-Class superheroes, known as The Blizzard of Hell, had been reduced to nothing but a hellish case of indigestion in the innards of her bigger sister, The Tornado of Terror, Tatsumaki. Now as the green haired pipsqueak carefully wobbled in the air as she lugged around her much heavier sibling, Fubuki was increasingly growing desperate trying to find a way out before she was reduced to nothing more than a layer of fat on her sister's thighs.

Tatsumaki gave a grunting hiccup as she felt her elephantine belly lurch back and forth, Fubuki trying her damnedest to use her psychokinesis in a last bit attempt to escape. She didn't want to harm her older sister, but in this situation it was either life or death. However it did not amount to much, as Tatsumaki's S class abilities were so vastly more powerful that it easily dampened the esper's damage, making it so that it felt like nothing but an annoying bout of gas.

“Unf, such a troublesome little sister you are Fubuki.” Tatsumaki said in a scolding tone. “I was right in deciding to keep you as close as possible to me. Now you won't have to worry about ever being a failure in the upper classes, now that you get to be part of the strongest S class there ever was. Though I'll have to make sure that you don't end up as too much flab. It wouldn't be fitting for my sister to make me too fat after all.”

The muffled protest within Tatsumaki's bloated gut continued, but they were noticeably getting weaker.

“Oh and don't worry about that pathetic Ice or Snow or whatever dumb group you were playing around with. Since I want to keep the best interests of my little sister in mind, I'll make sure I find a more suitable place for those losers that better fits their talents.”

Tatsumaki licked her lips as a soft rumble echoed deep within her belly, her stomach eagerly sounding off its hunger at the thought of more weak B class meat filling it, even though it was still busy trying to process the large body of Fubuki, who upon hearing the not so subtle threat gave one last futile kick before finally succumbing to her older sister's ravenous digestive organ, as it tightly wrapped around her full curves, compressing her and expelling the last batches of her air.

The Tornado of Terror braced herself at the incoming eruption, stopping briefly in mid-air as she placed both hands on her engorged middle. Turning her head to the side, she felt her cheeks bulge for a moment before she opened her mouth and let out the very last bits of begging and pleading from the once proud Fubuki in the form of an embarrassingly loud belch.

As she listened to the gaseous burp echo off into the distance (and thankful that the shitty baldy wasn't around to hear her gross lapse in manners), Tatsumaki gave a soft sigh as she looked down toward her enormous belly, which was now relatively still save for the soft movements of digestion that were now taking place. Giving her stomach an appreciative pat Tatsumaki resumed her laborious flight home, to where she planned to spend the next few weeks getting in some quality family time with her now much more manageable sibling, until she melted away into a gelatinous soup at least.

“I guess you were really strong after all Fubuki.” Tatsumaki smiled, as her belly gave a gurgling slosh, as if in agreement.

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Another wonderful picture by the still ever talented  Voraciousmoga

Also special thanks to  silvercrusher who helped pay for this commission!

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