Follow-up. Like before, dialogue/story by  hibbyjibby

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As the band quietly packed up from their performance, as the few fans still lingering after the show's conclusion slowly began to shuffle out of the field and into their cars and various other vehicles, and as the sweepers came in to clean up the mess of papers, chewing gum, signs, glass bottles and various other bits of trash that rowdy children, teenagers, and adults always leave at these sorts of events, as the orange-burning sun slowly and steadily began to set across the horizon after a long day's work of warming up the audience, exited one Gardevoir-shaped female from the backside of the stage, the folds and ends of her outfit very visibly riding up her newly obtained, and ridiculous, hourglass of a figure. Gale's boots caused each footstep down the exit-stage steps to sound a fair bit heavier of step, no doubt caused by these hips, and the rest, of her. A quick glance could easily see an expression mixed between being impressed with herself, but also a bit distressed as well.

Gale spoke quietly to herself, panting and even short of breath at times as she absentmindedly grabbed and pinched at one of her exposed nipples as she continued walking, clearly her usual tape plastered onto them had gotten lost or torn earlier. "-huff- -huff- Ha-aahh, that f-felt a lot better than I expected. I didn't expect to, OOH!... get this excited over digesting her.", her hips fidgeting from side to side as her free hand tugged fruitlessly at her thong and skirt, what with the thin and flimsy material of the thong chafing between each globe-sized butt cheek, and her rubbery miniskirt doing very little to hide this fact. Each step she took caused her newly enlarged rear to move from side to side with very little input on her end (Get it? Puns), which was to say nothing about her top having completely failed in its purpose of clothing Gale's gargantuan boobs. In fact, each mound of a breast seemed to be even larger than what she was rocking behind her. She continued speaking, mumbling a bit about her supposed misfortunes. "Hmph, though she did kinda make this thong a little hard to wear. Nearly ripped the dang thing, and it's my favorite too... Skirt isn't helping much. Brr, it's kinda cold out here too. Though, that could just be me playing with these puppies a little too much... -sigh- This is what I get for being a lazy ass, huh?".

Apparently, the irony of the situation was lost on Gale. Having your clothes not fit you after you got into somewhere for free is SO much worse than being turned into someone else's body fat on your 18th birthday. Eh, right?

Regardless, even if her newly enlarged features didn't bounce and move with minimal force, her wobbly, jiggling stomach surely would have. Sloshing and still active, if semi-muted, her softly gurgling tummy was working down the last bits of Claire that had remained inside Gale, which primarily consisted of a murky, if a bit viscous, goop. Gale continued to trudge and traipse her way back home, for a few reasons. One, to find a top and (probably) a bottom that could fit this cartoonishly wide, generous figure of hers, which wasn't super likely or easy to do. And two, a new stomping ground for a free show and snack. After all, the sun was only just about to set, and the nightlife activities were only just about to start. Gale's thoughts turned into thinking just exactly what kind of fun trouble she could get herself into.

In the back of Gale's mind, she knew it'd probably just be another troublesome situation of eating someone, maybe a cute boy or sexy little number of a girl, then grow real fat and wobbly all over again.

In the front of Gale's mind, she was paying little attention to what her reservations told her, her originally dour expression turning into a knowing wink, and a smile.

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