Somethin done a while ago technically, but colored recently, that goes with a story made even longer ago on my long endeavor to make art of all stories I commission. This story in particular was commissioned from the talented  yourfriendcomputer

I recommend checking them out.

Also, im gonna like, post the whole story here. And im gonna do it by copy paste, and pray it's laid out in a way where it's readable, because i've got literally 1 million better things to do than to try and fix it if it isn't, so sorry in advance:
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The sounds of the wildlife echoed all around Neeko as she hopped, skipped and jumped through the undergrowth, on the trail of a particularly elusive butterfly. She'd never changed into this particular species before, and while it seemed a little small, she was sure if she just got her hands on it, she could make herself into a huge version that would be sure to wow the next adventurer she came across!

She stopped in her tracks, ears perking up at a strange sound that broke through the relative quiet of the jungle. She tilted head left, then right, and finally forward, narrowing her bulbous eyes to slits. Her tail went stiff, not an ounce of movement broke her stillness.

A stream? It did have a kind of quiet "burble burble" to it, a steady rhythm she could liken to water, but no, that wasn't quite right. It had rhythm, sure, but there was too much body to it, a kind of thickness even water flowing over a knot of rocks didn't possess. It was, in a word, too meaty, and interrupted here and there by a sound she didn't recognize, like a sack full of tree sap falling end over end.

She ducked down to the dirt and crawled toward the sound, careful to change her colors appropriately as she went. All around her was quiet--birds had stopped singing, there were no foxes yipping, just the strange sound and Neeko's own breathing. Whatever was causing the noise, it had scared off everything around it.

As she got closer, the sound became more defined, the rhythm and pulse more clear, and it was loud, more akin to rapids than a stream like she'd first imagined. She cautiously poked her head through the undergrowth, one eye flicking shut while the other narrowed. They both shot right back open at the sight in front of her.

It was a woman--to her, impossibly beautiful. Brown hair, just a few shades darker than her skin, tied in a high ponytail, but still so long the tip of the tail was visible curled around her wide hip. Long, powerful legs, crooked at the knee and pressed together to support a heavy, engorged stomach, the source of the noise. If Neeko curled up into a ball, the woman's belly might have been larger than her. Judging by the racing of her heart, she supposed she might have liked to find out.

Large breasts rested atop the swell of flesh, rising and falling with each steady breath. It was only now she realized the woman was sleeping, like any satisfied, fatted predator might do. She pressed her fingers to her mouth, nibbling them as thoughts raced through her head, most notably 'who is this woman?' and 'Neeko wonders if she can touch her without waking her up.'

The woman shifted, and her bloated belly followed after a moment, a thick, gelatinous rush of digesting prey filling the Vastayan's ears. Her heart fluttered--it was no longer a question, she had to get closer, had to touch this mysterious hunter.

Once more, she dropped to her belly and slunk forward, closing the distance with practiced ease. Up close, the woman's belly was a gastric waterfall, almost deafening. It was a wonder she could sleep with that racket, but perhaps she was used to it.

Now Neeko could see the white markings on the hunter's skin, trailing in simple patterns up and down her arms and legs, the froth to the raging rapids in her stomach. It lurched just next to her, loosing a rumble that traveled slowly from the center, up past the hunter's impressive chest, before exiting her full lips as a wet, rolling belch. She smacked her lips and patted her gravid gut, earning a happier gurgle from it.

Neeko's heart hammered so hard it threatened to explode from her chest. There was so much power apparent in the hunter's body, even as she slept, that Neeko felt the primal, stirring urge to make her her mate. For now, simply touching would have to do. She reached out and, fighting the urge to embrace the hunter fully, brushed her fingertips softly against the swollen, churning orb.

A sharp inhale from the hunter iced her blood and she froze, only moving her eyes. The woman was still sleeping, the blissful smile on her face wider than before. Neeko didn't need a clearer indicator than that. She pressed her fingers in deeper this time, watching with trembling breaths as they sunk into the flesh, so warm compared to the cool air around her.

Her own heartbeat was beginning to slow as another thought took shape—this hunter was beautiful, yes, so striking and gorgeous that it would’ve been a crime to let her go. Here she was, sleeping, vulnerable. Oh yes, Neeko knew exactly what she was going to do. She wasn’t sure where the urge came from, but she was nothing if not a creature of impulse, and she was going to see what lay at the end of this road.

Pressing her hand deeper into the woman’s stomach, Neeko concentrated on her shape—her flowing curves, the long back hair, full breasts and lips, wide hips…the only thing she couldn’t replicate was the bountiful belly she sported. The rest was no trouble at all, the changes starting in her fingertips and rapidly spreading across her body until she was a perfect mirror of the huntress, save for her green eyes. Her own Vastayan tattoos blended with the woman’s perfectly, and wearing her shape felt…right, somehow.

Her stomach growled, and the knowledge that she wasn’t like this goddess filled her mind. She was thin, willowy, sleek like the creatures of the jungle that surrounded her. No, the huntress was more than her, greater than her, and she’d show her that the law of the jungle—that greatness must be constantly defended, lest someone else take it. Making the woman she’d fallen for at first sight part of her own body would just be a bonus.

Unable to hold off any longer, Neeko pressed herself against that gravid gut, leaning over it to press her lips against the woman’s. She awoke slowly, her brown eyes fluttering open in confusion and her hands raising instinctively, pushing at Neeko’s chest. When she fully processed the sight in front of her, she gave a small gasp of surprise. The words came spilling out when Neeko broke the kiss.

“Who are you?” the woman’s voice was defensive, but less powerful than Neeko had imagined. She smirked, crouching on all fours. Maybe she could have a little fun with her before she struck.

“A vision of the hunter’s weakness, come back to haunt her,” she said, “and…also Neeko is Neeko.” Well, there went that. “What is your name?” The huntress tried to move, but her bulbous belly kept her pinned for the moment while she got her bearings. Neeko crept closer.

“Nidalee,” the woman said. The name was like gossamer wrapping around Neeko’s ears, but as much as it excited her feelings, it excited her instincts even more, especially now that she wore Nidalee’s shape. She felt every inch the strong huntress she looked like, and she needed to exercise that feeling. “What do you want?” Neeko flicked her tongue over her teeth.

“Neeko only wanted to know your feeling, beautiful stranger. Now she wears your shape, and she’ll have you too!” Before Nidalee could defend herself, Neeko pounced, jaws opened wide, and closed them over the huntress’ head, quickly swallowing it down and pinning her shoulders together as they slid into her mouth.

She regretted that she wouldn’t have much of a chance to taste Nidalee, but there was no time to waste—she needed her belly filled now, needed to have all this gorgeous girl inside her. She pressed her hands up and under Nidalee’s stomach, standing the both of them up even as her quarry’s feet kicked up clouds of dirt in her desperate attempts to escape.

A pair of powerful swallows got Neeko past Nidalee’s ample breasts, already facing down the toughest step of the whole process—her belly. The huntress’ muffled screams rose from just below Neeko’s chest, spurring her on. She glanced behind her, then to both sides, not seeing anything that could help her get that belly down her gullet. She experimented with hefting it up, testing whether she could lift the woman’s full weight, along with her meal, over her head, but she couldn’t even budge her.

Not to be deterred, Neeko flexed the strong muscles in her legs and leapt into the air, letting her momentum carry her into the tree Nidalee had been dozing against moments earlier. She clung to the trunk with all four limbs, straight as an arrow while Nidalee tried blindly to stumble away. Sucking in a deep breath, Neeko forced herself down, using the trunk as her guide and allowing gravity to force her down over her quarry’s middle.

It wasn’t easy, but Neeko pressed on, ignoring the huntress’ pleas to be released, that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that she didn’t even know what was going on. Oh, but she had done something wrong, and that was let her guard down. For a woman like her, that was an unforgivable sin in itself. At least, that was what fit best with the little narrative Neeko had concocted in her head.

The outline of Nidalee’s head pressed out near the bottom of Neeko’s belly when she finally cleared the swell of her gut. She’d failed to account for the momentum, however, and with that huge obstruction out of the way, she rocketed down the length of her prey’s slender legs, landing face-first on the ground with a thud, while Nidalee was forced inside her all at once, the Vastayan’s belly screaming with the effort of containing her so suddenly.

Neeko tried to roll herself over, hurriedly gulping down the last of Nidalee, but she couldn’t move, beyond uselessly rocking back and forth on the spot. Her stomach had ballooned out to the point of immobilizing her, crammed up against the tree while her torso was splayed out against the ground. Her legs and tail hung down, forming a half-moon shape with the rest of her body. She clicked her teeth, annoyed at the situation while her stomach tried to force Nidalee to settle in.

“Ooh…Neeko thinks she did that too fast, but it was definitely worth it…” She tried and failed to reach her stomach, the poor thing churning so loud she could barely hear herself think, to make no mention of Nidalee’s panicked yelping and the way she rolled around inside her, trying to find a way out. “Neeko thinks you should just accept that…ooh…” She paused, a deep, angry gurgle rising from her stomach. “…you…urgh…uuurrrrroooorrrrp!” She flopped cheek-first against the ground after loosing a thunderous belch that shook a few leaves off the trees, the movement inside her becoming downright frantic as the air thinned. Neeko wiped her mouth and continued.

“…now, as Neeko was saying, she thinks you should just accept that Neeko’s a better Nidalee than Nidalee is!” Her stomach clenched around her meal, and she loosed another small burp. “…or was, anyway. Neeko likes you better like this!” As she spoke, her illusion began to fade until she was back to her original shape, her stomach looking even more tremendous than before.

Already, Nidalee’s form, so clear moments before, was starting to smooth out—Neeko had the body of an alpha predator despite her stature, and it was eager to make use of her meal. Nidalee’s frenzied cries melted into burbling pleas for help to anyone listening, and finally down into satisfied sloshes and churns over the next few hours, Neeko sleeping through most of it.

By the time she woke up, the belly that had been large enough to pin her to the ground was only the size of a basketball, and bounced freely as she wrenched herself up from her uncomfortable sleeping position on the ground. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, eyes flitting around without focus, before she remembered where she was, exactly. Looking down at her bloated belly, she smirked, pressing a few fingers into it. It rumbled happily, prompting a deep, rolling belch, a finger bone flying from Neeko’s lips in the process.

“Mmm…Neeko’s happy she has you all to herself.” She pressed in again, giggling at the crunch she got in response, then walked off into the forest, leaving just the bone as a sign that Nidalee had even been there.

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