“Pardon the intrusion.” Kiara smiled. Though she still was in the form of her younger self, her voice had now returned to those sultry tones of her tempestuous older version, no longer needing to put up the act of innocence. “I was told I would get to dine on some delectable servants here.”

“Too late...” Kama, still in the guise of a small girl, smugly grinned through labored breaths as she lazily picked at her teeth with a toothpick, plucking long strands of hair out of her mouth.

“Sowaka, sowaka...What a waste.” Kiara mock pouted as she surveyed the room, seeing that it had been torn asunder. Books, magazines, manga, dvds, pens, brushes, and paper were scattered across the room, mingling with the various bags and containers of snacks and junk food that were haphazardly tossed aside along with a broken table. It was quite obvious that this was a scene of an intense, but brief, struggle. Kiara could see that some discarded clothing were all that remained of its missing owners, as well as cracked pairs of glasses and a large white pointed hat.

“Didn't even spare a single one.” The chubby devilish Bodhisattva lamented as she looked upon the prone Assassin sprawled out in the corner of the room.

The towering dome heaved as it grappled to contain the massive whimpering load within, pink mountain quaking as the outlines of four very hefty looking females bulged out against the flesh of the colossal middle that was pinning Kama to the ground, trapping her beneath the awful glut of her selfish binge. The wobbling mass overshadowed her minuscule frame, her lower limbs, useless appendages that fidgeted restlessly. Toes curled in tandem with every sudden forceful undulation that shook her gorged center, her packed stomach convulsing as it wracked her entire being with the trembles of digestive torment.


based on story by  noisekeeper
https://aryion.com/g4/view/724895

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