Text by  hibbyjibby

Poppy stretched and yawned an unladylike yawn, smacking her lips sleepily as she propped herself up with her arms, looking around as she, through still-groggy eyes, tried to make out and remember just quite where she was. The past few hours had passed in what felt like an instant, the formerly tiny Yordle standing up from her temporary bed, only to suddenly feel the need to steady herself, exclaiming "W-Woah there! I don't remember it being this hard to walk...And it's not even because of these stupid heels either, hmm." Suddenly, as if a bulb had been turned on, a smile spread on upon her lips as she gasped, the past events from earlier in the evening coming back to memory. She'd eaten and consumed Tristana a few hours ago, as a bit of punishment for lording over her cruelly, and making fun of the situation (and outfit) Poppy had found herself in, but also with a bit of undeniable pleasure in the act itself. And now? Well, Tristana always said Poppy was a bit chubby, but nobody could have guessed the Yordle gunner would become a bit of that chub.

Poppy looked over herself, noticing the vastly improved curves on her short, though no longer 'tiny' body, jiggling like jelly with even the slightest movement she made. She smirked, grabbing and groping at her own body, starting primarily with her thighs and ass, the term "apple bottom" being insufficient to describe the mass this ass had gained. Would "melon bottom" suffice? Poppy, with the smarmiest, most indulgent grin a Yordle could muster, remarked "Well, in life you were a bit of an 'ass', Tristana. And now you're a part of mine! Hah, ohhh I tell the best jokes right?" chuckling as she moved onto her breasts. "Hmm, but not all of you went to my ass it seems. A bit more on my jiggly, rubbery breasts huh? Boob jiggle does the body good, and I have the proof right here, on both of em!" she said, playing and pulling at each breast, each one alone nearly the size of her head at this point. She took a moment to sigh, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she bit them lightly, a look of embarrassed and guilty pleasure on her face as she shook her chest from side to side, seeing the rubber coating her body squeak and struggle to keep herself from literally pouring out of her suit. She noted how her black latex thigh-high stockings squeezed into her thighs a lot more now, as did her elbow gloves on her arms. She didn't mind, and in fact preferred it this way. To her, it meant her rubber was doing it's job; to clothe it's owner and make her seem as alluring as possible. Well, new owner at any rate.

Pleased with the results, and being pleased BY them, Poppy took her gloved hands and gave her tummy a light pat and rub, a short gurgle almost replying pleasantly in responce as Poppy took a moment to trash-talk a "former" friend and rival of hers as she bent over, wiggling her bottom-half from side to side, teasingly, as she cupped her breasts with her arms. "You know, I don't hate these heels so much. My new hips make it a lot easier on my. Tristana, girl, you sure knew how to pick these outfits. But, I think you jiggle as pudge in mine better than you could on your own, heh heh~ Oh well, I'm sure you'll be back soon enough. Not that you could beat me or anything, hmph." before standing up straight again and sauntering over seductively to the door to Tristana's abode, purposely swinging her gargantuan hips from side to side like a metronome, click-clacking her heels loudly on the wooden-panel flooring. She paused for a moment, turning around and saying "Well, it's twelve o' clock now. Happy New Year, Tristana." before offering a final wink and a short kiss to the air, and taking her leave, the cool night air sending a few goosebumps, enjoyable ones, over her blueish hued skin, which was now coated and covered in purple latex. It was a new year, and that meant anything could happen still, right?

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