This is part 3 in a comm done for me by the talented  BronzeBanana. Props to him for making this lovely sequence! I decided to add a mini-story to hopefully give some flair to an already excellent piece. This final panel is my personal favorite :3

As Dorothea stumbled out of the infirmary, it was impossible not to take notice of just how much her body had changed thanks to Manuela’s contributions. Previously too busy raiding her mentor’s booze stash hidden underneath the beds, curtains, and even inside the human body replica in the room, the Adrestian beauty had let loose, throwing back several bottles of the good stuff. She’d already felt drunk thanks to Manuela’s own alcohol-filled belly absorbed into her own, but this new liquor added a large dose of inebriation on top of that.

Dorothea somewhat registered that her chest was far larger, plump mounds of flesh growing out in size but also in width, becoming broad and hefty to strain her deep red dress to its limits. Light waves of air flowed across her hips, leading her to come to the idea that she’d gained a giant hip vent on one side of her dress, the lovely woman’s hips, ass, and thighs creating an obscene curve leading into layers upon layers of plush Manuela fat that made Dorothea’s lower half wiggle ostentatiously with every drunken step.

But of course, there was no avoiding the most obvious factor, that being Dorothea’s hefty, magnificent potbelly. Manuela had stuck around very stubbornly on her former pupil’s gut, creating a tummy that was essentially an orb of flab. Slight trickles of sludge swirled through Dorothea’s intestines, but the gifted lady’s paunch was mostly a product of pure, unadulterated pudge. But given all the spirits flowing through her system, the greatly thickened songstress was too drunk to give much thought to the consequences of her new biggest asset. What she did know was that she was beyond curvy now and that Manuela had given her a drinking problem. Well, she could at least get away scot-free blaming it on her processed prey, given the woman wasn’t around to beg otherwise...

“Ooh, what a wonderful new look! I’ve always admired your generosity and taste in...”

The brunette felt a bit of air rushing up, as if Manuela wanted to make a posthumous point clear.

*HIC*

“…fine liquor...” Dorothea finished with a chuckle. She couldn’t really blame her dear old Manuela for passing out drunk — her alcoholic elixirs even rivaled the digested woman herself for taste. Plenty more where they came from, too...

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