Alrighty, end of hiatus. This one be a patreon reward from many a months ago.

This one in particular I have commissioned a bit of dialog for for the big chief  smoge16
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Glursh

Blurgle

Schlursh

Lamb sighed, patting her engorged stomach and rubbing gently as it sloshed messily with every step she took. Barely squeezed into the skin-tight orange suit that made up the bulk of her Super Galaxy attire, Lamb’s gut was truly a sight to behold. The gravid sphere hung down below her knees, swaying and bouncing not unlike a water balloon as she walked. The overstretched material of her suit conformed her gut into a rough ball, a great and heavy sphere of digesting chyme with a single live meal still squirming inside.

Gluuuuurgglleee…

“Hush, child. You and your cowardly friend will be reunited before long. Perhaps if you’re lucky, she may even get to feel what’s left of your body as my stomach melts you away...”

Groooorrrrggll…

Lamb laughed, a light and airy sound utterly unbefitting of the grim situation at hand.

“Ha. Or, perhaps not. We shall see soon. None can elude the embrace of death for long.”

Paying no heed to the muffled pleading and protesting coming from her sludge-gorged gut, Lamb continued on her path undaunted. It was plain to see where her remaining prey had fled to; half-broken branches, muddy footprints, trampled foliage, and even the very scent of fear in the air were all as beacons to the experienced huntress. So, instead of focusing upon the pathetically easy hunt at hand, Lamb allowed her mind to wander elsewhere as she slowly stalked her prey.

Elsewhere, as it turned out, was her butt. The fluffy harbinger couldn’t help but notice the jiggle that now accompanied each of her steps. The extra heft her quarries had melted into had provided Lamb with quite the sizeable rear end. Each cheek was only just barely contained by her suit now, the surprisingly stretchy orange material pulled thin enough over her plush rear that the white fluff beneath could be seen. Similarly affected were Lamb’s thighs and hips. Soft chub oozed over the sides of her armor; her legs having grown too thick to be contained any longer. Lamb absentmindedly dropped a hand to squeeze one of her cheeks, humming to herself as she did so. So tightly compacted was her chub that it was like squeezing a balloon filled with pudding.

“Mm. Perhaps my suit will be a casualty of this hunt as well. What do you think? Are you still clinging to the last strings of life in there?”

A gurgle-filled moan was Lamb’s response, her whole belly shifting and sloshing loudly as the digesting human within moved. Moments later, the unmistakable outline of a face pressed out from the surface of her gut, accompanied by two smaller bulges in the shape of hands. Another muffled plea gurgled forth from her belly, whimpered out by the outline of her prey moments before the tension of her suit and the muscles of her stomach pulled them back into the center of the churning pool of chyme.

“Mm. I’m surprised you cling so tightly to life. Wouldn’t it be easier to submit to my stomach, to melt away and fade into the sweet embrace of death? Ha. No, not yet.”

Lamb pressed one hand down into the top of her gut, the viscous goop at the bottom churning with a melty sloooorsh until she finally let her hand fall away. Her belly rebounded with another gooey slosh, and still she faintly felt her prey struggling away within.

“Very well. Cling to those threads for as long as you can, and perhaps you may still be reunited with your companion before your bones melt fully into sludge.”

Done teasing her digesting meal, Lamb once again continued her trek. This time her thoughts wandered higher, rising above her bulging stomach and coming to rest upon her supple bust. Like her cheeks below, the shiny orange material of her suit was stretched tight between the two swollen globes. The sunlight gleamed upon the rounded mounds as Lamb strode from clearing to clearing, briefly amused by watching her fat tits jiggle in time with her footfalls. Once her current meals were finished processing and her bowels were happily pumping away with their liquid remains, she had no doubt her chest would be the first to burst free from her suit. It was already nothing short of amazing that no tears had developed between both luscious tits, as plump and swollen as they were.

Lamb laughed quietly once more, face inscrutable behind her visored mask. Her mind finished with its wandering, the huntress once more returned her attention to the hunt. Strolling forward, Lamb’s rotund gut preceded her approach, blocking out the light that filtered into the ditch below. The poor human girl cowering within the gash in the earth, her ankle twisted beneath a wayward root, went pale as the shadow of death loomed over her. She opened her mouth, either to cry out in terror or to beg for mercy, but a deafening CHUUURN from Lamb’s gut silenced her utterly. Her eyes widened and jaw dropped as she saw the mostly-melted form of her friend press out against Lamb’s gut, face barely identifiable as anything other than a smooth lump beneath her skin.

Splayed fingers pressed and fought against Lamb’s stomach walls with all the strength they could muster, but it was all for naught. As inescapable as death, Lamb’s gut forced the mostly-melted human back into the pool of simmering chyme, where they gurgled their last. Lamb sighed contentedly as her belly churned and kneaded its contents, the hefty supply of goop within sloshing and burbling loudly. Her gut gradually rounded out even further as the volume rose, the last solid bits of her prey melting down to join the roiling pool of sludge within Lamb’s stomach. The huntress took a single step, adjusting her stance slightly, and her whole gut shifted and sloshed with a swampy Gluuuuurble.

The besuited huntress stared down at her whimpering prey, content to feel her belly pump away at its filling for the moment. Eventually, the terrified girl tried to speak up again, but Lamb had the perfect response for that.

Beneath her mask, the huntress parted her lips, her belly gurgling and groaning angrily as pressure welled up from within and she released a final elegy for her digested prey. A tremendous, gooey, echoing—

“BWOOOOOOOUUUUUURP!”
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There we go. Had to do some editing. pasting here really fucked with the format. Anywho, I urge you bois to check out his page, lots of good stuff there

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