"Nnng. . .”

The battered yordle groaned as Kindred’s plump rump gently pressed itself against her head. Without an utterance, the Lamb seated herself atop the diminutive creature. Trinket grumbled as her skull was buried underneath the white ass. She steeled her arms to her sides, dug her palms into the ground, and struggled to support Lamb’s full weight.

The pale cheeks had found their ways around the fluffy head as its owner squirmed under their pressure. In what seemed to be an instant, Trinket had found her skull lodged completely within Lamb’s rectum. The sudden derriere-swathing coaxed a wince from the white creature. Her hands sprung to life from their rest upon the taut thighs. The twin hands slid down betwixt the legs and squished into the negligible bump near the groin.

“Mmmmhh.”

Lamb had audibly, albeit lightly, cooed as each of her digits found their own way fondling her prey’s protrusion. The fur was plush to the touch, but the flesh and fat beneath it was rendered drum tight as the gut tumefied. Wolf, Lamb’s other half, idly watched the entire time, and perked his ears up at the foreign sound of Lamb indulging in pleasure.

Trinket, rather than further writhe, locked up out of shock. Her rigid state allowed the pucker to easily flow downward across the rest of her form. The rump followed gravity for the first half of the yordle’s body. Both cheeks squished the ample breasts beneath their own superior weight and size. The jugs were curtly stuffed, along with the rest of Trinket’s upper body, up the bubbly butt.

Lamb softly hummed a melody as she fondled her swelling paunch -- Trinket’s form could barely be seen through the contours. That long, thick ponytail bristled its way wholly inside. Eventually Lamb had found herself in a partial squat when the critter’s midriff began vanishing into her ass. She bent forward and heaved the remainder of her prey upward.

Shlrrlllck!

Trinket yelped as her tummy and legs rapidly slipped inside the ravenous rump in an unceremonious slurp. Lamb’s belly grumbled as the influx of food overtook the fleshy bowels within moments. She straightened her back turned her gaze toward her rump to see that only two limp paws remained outside. They weren’t free for long, however. The feet were promptly swallowed up by the fatty mounds.

. . .
Gwrrrggl. Hrrrr. Bwhrnmm-grrwwwnnnggglll!

Few hours elapsed, and Lamb’s belly reduced Trinket into a lovely, hot chyme. She caressed her prey all the while. Wolf grew impatient, and abruptly stuffed his snout into the stomach, licking it repeatedly. Lamb retreated her hands and observed Wolf whilst he sloshed the belly about to the best of his abilities. He let out a deep grumble as his snout nuzzled about the plush paunch. The rumbling vibrated the fatty paste pumping about her intestines and the semiliquid still brewing inside the stomach itself. The fur and flesh also jiggled rapidly from Wolf’s delighted roiling. Countless ripples formed and traveled across her bare tummy. During the meantime, Lamb had also spun a tale for the eager Wolf.

“Guh-huh-hrr! They always make your stomach so soft and warm. It’s like a -- cozy fire! Gurgling instead of crackling - but the warmth is all the same to me. . .” Wolf thought aloud.

Wolf prodded the bottom of Lamb’s diligently churning belly with his muzzle. The slush in her overstuffed guts remained in motion despite being jostled to and fro. Lamb chortled and stroked a hand across her dear Wolf’s head. She couldn’t see his snout beneath her boisterous, swollen gut, but she knew that he had his distinct, toothy smile.

Brrhhhmmnnn...ssslrrrrrrrrrrsshhh…

The intestines pumped and siphoned avariciously away at the slop that lined their fleshy embrace. It took just a while longer before Lamb’s mush-laden guts fully absorbed their presented, sloppy gift. Every bit of Trinket’s broken down essence now belonged to Lamb’s curvaceous form -- additionally swelling out the Lamb’s figure.

The Huntress’s bounteous meal lined her hips and rump with a steady growth. Layer after layer, her thighs began competing for space. The twin cylindrical masses of doughy fat and lean muscle rubbed into one another with each inch of yordle-slush that wound up coating them. All that fur and flesh squashed and forced to combat the other intruding mass; and both legs only kept swelling.

Her hindquarters, while also unwaveringly plumping up, didn’t possess the same territory issue as the thick thighs below. There was a luxurious amount of room for both snow-white cheeks to occupy; and occupied that space the dual mounds did. The bubbles rounded out wonderfully with Trinket’s pasty form. Her rear moreover extended quite a ways away from her back, and continued pushing outward. Wolf immediately began nuzzling and licking them as he would any pocket of snow the two happened across. Rapid undulations manifested and made their ways about the spheres. Some of the waves managed traveling across the rump’s ravine and onto the other orb, but those only make it halfway across the rounded cheek before dissipating.




The lupine presence eventually settled on merely licking the left dome. His transient muscle brushed over the countless bristles and firm flesh. Every time the tongue flung upward with every ending lap, the stout, white rotunda would flop back downward with an appropriate jiggle. Wolf grinned in bliss from the thought that another soul had joined them for eternity, and as a lovely blanket of repurposed chub.


This sensation eluded Lamb, who was still caught up in all the accumulating weight that was splayed across her entire form; however, whilst the rest of her body fattened up, her stomach was contrastingly shrinking. It didn’t fully return to its original size, but at the same time, the gut wasn’t as hefty as one would expect after such a large piece of food. It was a cute, rounded belly. The gut didn’t infringe on her hourglass figure. It especially accentuated her wide, voluptuous hips, which immediately segued into those thick thighs. The hips also were distinguished from the ass itself, and had visible separation from where Wolf was slurping the broad butt.

Squishy, soft, pleasant to touch and knead, her belly was rendered shapely, much like the rest of her sensuous frame. It strangely refused sagging, and instead remained bulbous. Her fingers darted about the stomach. Momentarily the digits would halt and pinch or prod the batch of tummy fat. Her eyes flickered with delight as she held her open hand just above the gut and directly underneath her bust.

Sloursh! Splosh!

Her breasts, unsurprisingly, were plumped up to a globe’s size. Bouncy and lavishly milky, the tits jostled as they swelled with fat and milk. The twin orbs finished off with a frothy, sloshing jiggle as they ceased expanding. Lamb was pleased from the experience. All that life refined for her physique. Trinket found her place nicely nestled all over the Huntress’s curves -- especially on that plenteous bust. Miraculously, there was still some Trinket ‘puree’ sluicing through her warm visceral pumps. To Lamb, however, this was anticipated.

The yordle yielded to her embrace, and as such, would find peace within her bosom. The bowels swiftly devoured the remainder of slop. Once more, Lamb’s already-laden tits grew. They developed such a size that even Lamb felt burdened by their dairy-infused weight. Softly exclaiming, she bent forward and attempted cradling her chest within her arms.

Those paired spheres were, next to her stomach, the softest parts of her body. They had very little resistance, even with all the liquid present within them -- indicative of their sheer capaciousness. The breasts gave way to her embrace with a delightful, splashing squish. Wolf briefly ceased his licking, and then Lamb felt a strange sensation of something flopping onto her caudal. The object was slightly heavy, and burrowed a short ways into the rump.

Lamb curiously looked over shoulder to examine what had happened, only to spot Wolf smiling, and Trinket’s hairband looped around her stubby tail.

“She wore it around her tail, like this!” Wolf exclaimed, as if trying to impress Lamb.

Lamb gave a gentle, respondent chuckle, then said, “Oh, dear Wolf. This isn’t donned on one’s tail” Her hand grasped the metal trinket and held it before her. “It goes in hair -- typically a ponytail.”

“Yes! A tail!” Wolf cackled at his own joke. Lamb sighed, standing back up, and gave wolf a stroke down his cheek. The bodiless beast leaned into the palm, then curiously gazed as her other hand placed the loop onto the ground. Wolf swiftly turned his sights to Lamb’s eyes. “Why are you leaving it?”

Lamb began walking away, but turned back to Wolf. “It is not ours to keep. Leave it here, where she last was.” She turned back around, resuming her strut.

“If you say so. . .” Wolf followed in tandem, as they were never one, without the other.


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Commission for  goddiospa, featuring their yordle character Trinket submitting to her fate via Lamb's rump! Story written by  Slurshie, thanks for doing it!

WIPs:
https://imgur.com/a/AHrIIVt

Kindred, Lamb, Wolf © Riot Games
Trinket the Yordle ©  goddiospa

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