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Writing by  hibbyjibby

The noisy hustle and bustle of the market went on as usual, people crossing the streets back and forth, hauling products to sell and stock. Tourists and foreigners visitors ranging from rich and poor, young and old, perused the various stalls and wares. As to be expected of such a lively place, there was usually something far from the ordinary, and even perhaps dangerous, going on as shoppers walked about, be it behind the scenes or right in public. And in an unexpected, though perhaps not surprising turn of events, today's unusual sight involved our hero, Elly Grokgur.

True to expectations, the unfortunate female bandit from before that had disappeared down Elly's throat and curled up into her cramped gut, was now no more than a few excess pounds on Elly's figure. Her cries and grunts, as well as her struggles and squirming, had ceased not too long ago, and now all that remained was the quiet gurgles of Elly's stomach, having finally worked to digest her foreign and, quite curvaceous meal. A quick 'burp' escaped from Elly's lips, her hands shooting up to her mouth as she looked around with an embarrassed look, only to find herself alone. She dropped her hands to rest upon her belly, which after having worked through such a meal, was large and rotund, stretching her costume out to an enormous extreme. "Urp! Whoops, excuse me!" she said quietly, as she continued to traverse the alley.

With some difficulty, she waddled through the back-alleys and streets of the market, doing her best to avoid drawing attention to herself, or atleast as best she could with a few dozen pounds weighing her mid-section down. A few villagers shot her some odd, quick looks, but at their distance could only see Elly from behind, such as it were, and could barely notice the enlarged stomach on her. They gave her little mind, and continued with their day, which suited Elly just fine. She was conflicted with wanting to
be seen by others in a lewd, perverse sort of way, while the other part of her was mortified by all that happened. She figured staying hidden for now was probably for the best, even though she had thought of using an excuse if she were caught. Now that the bandit woman's figure was far less recognizable, Elly's excuse would have been to simply say that she was heavily pregnant, and scurry off.

Of course, another pressing issue for her was that her uniform showed clear signs of ripping and tearing, her pale skin bulging out from the various hole. After all, rubber can stretch very far, but even this material has limits. It was inevitable, as Elly's own curves were visibly starting to enlarge, no doubt in part from absorbing her meal's curves. She thought to herself "Damn it, I'll have to wear my backup uniform for awhile..." as she drew closer and closer to where she was staying for now. A friend of hers allowed her free room and board, and currently wasn't around either. She breathed a sigh of relief, quietly
sneaking into the home, and waddling her way into her room. She immediately lay upon her bed, creaking and groaning under her newly gained weight as she shut her eyes, and gently rubbed her tummy, which continued to quietly and happily 'blorp', churn, and gurgle away. She was safe from any prying eyes here, and with her door locked, decided to take a nap and rest. She'd just been through a very harrowing ordeal after all, and once she was done digesting the last remnants of her 'foreign cuisine', she'd go and visit her friends, see if any of them would notice anything involved with her wrongdoings.

Being a 'champion of justice' means you fight crooks and villains. But it doesn't -quite- mean you eat and digest them now.

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