Glorp. Gloooorsh. Guuuuurgle.

As she sat alone, Haman Karn smiled as she listened to the chaotic din going on inside of her churning stomach. With each desperate muffled cry, each weak futile kick against the belly walls, each splash of digestive enzymes coating the softening multitude within, it was like a blissful symphony to her ears.

“A toast.” Haman said, a grin on her face, as she raised a glass full of sparkling crimson wine. “To those who will soon become part of the great Neo Zeon.”

Tilting her head back, she delicately let the liquid pour into her mouth, the taste of the wine mixing with her most recent meal in a most exquisite manner. It made Haman shiver as she felt the renewed zeal of her gastric guests protest against her enjoying their suffering as if they were nothing more than a four course dinner. But of course that was exactly what they were to Haman Karn at that very moment. They after all, had lost the battle against her forces. And as they say, to the victor goes the spoils.

“I have no use for prisoners after all.” Haman said as she stroked the ridiculous swell of her exposed belly, which extended far past her knees as it rested on the cool surface of the floor. “Especially those who barely put up a fight. So it's far better to make you into something more useful for me.”

To anyone else, she looked like she was replete to bursting. It was almost unimaginable that such a woman was able to somehow devour so many all at once. Though to Haman, this batch might as well have been just paltry morsels. Just how many Federation soldiers had met their end inside of her belly? It must have added up into the hundreds, though she hardly kept count. She chuckled at the recollection of when her army laid siege on a Federation fleet. The victory of that battle couldn't hold a candle to the ecstasy she felt at seeing their faces as they were told how they would all be executed. It was a stroke of luck that the Federation fleet's distress signal had been intercepted, as that little episode had left Haman quite incapable of doing anything, having glutted herself to immobility.

A loud rumble from her gut made Haman frown as she was forced to end her fond memories prematurely. Pursing her lips she watched as her stomach shifted about, as it tried to push and squeeze against its irritable contents. Within moments Haman felt an offending bubble travel up her throat as the rebellious pocket of air forced its way out.

“Urrrrrrp!” Haman crassly belched, a tinge of red appearing on her cheeks as the surprise eructation betrayed her well maintained set of manners. As her stomach finally settled down, Haman noted that her meal had finally stopped its futile struggling, all their movements having ceased and now replaced with the gentle motions of oncoming digestion. “Pathetic.” Haman said in that icy cold voice of her, as she smiled again. Was there any doubt Neo Zeon would end up victorious against such pitiful resistance such as this? Giving a satisfied hiccup, Haman Karn settled into her seat and basked in the afterglow of a full stomach, content in knowing that soon all of the Earth Federation would soon join their comrades as nothing more than fat upon her waistline.

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My favorite Gundam girl doing what she does best, crushing those pesky Feddies.

Sieg Zeon!

Picture drawn by the great  mabeelz during their patreon raffle stream.

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