Sakura rarely exuded the calm and collected composure often associated with the those known in her profession, but the quivering mass of rosy flesh brought with it stimulation that quickly ruined any attempt to reign herself in; Already having failed to stem the near-mindless hunger that had laid low the village's most well-trained Shinobi, Sakura couldn't help herself when her binging reached it's natural conclusion.

Once the last ninja found their way down into the humid pit at the end of her esophagus, the pink-haired Kunoichi had anchored herself to the ground by the weight of her compatriots-making the fact that she had gotten all of them something of a feat in and of itself. Having depleted the ranks of Konoha's elite, and otherwise, there was little more she could do than idle away the time it took to digest the scores of soldiers and citizens alike. Bulges and protrusions that cast unruly shadows across her skin at high noon soon faded into smooth, unblemished skin by sunset; a frenzied chorus of panicking screams, unsuccessful Ninjutsu and the occasional yelping whimper of and unlucky Ninken died off and were overtaken by a much more aggressive soundscape of gastric torment.

Though the time spent amongst the pinkette's insides was a hellish eternity for those consumed, Sakura herself experienced little more than a pleasant evening-mired only by the moderate inconvenience of being rooted in place for the remainder of her day. After consuming her mentor and several of her closer comrades the previous morning, she had started early today-managing to have the last of them for lunch, followed by a well-deserved rest. It had been her hope that she would be mobile enough by nightfall, in order to return to the comfort of her own abode; unfortunately, events had seen fit to leave her stranded in the middle of Konoha's streets overnight. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being accosted, her snacking having preemptively secured her current security, even while completely exposed.

By the time sunlight reached her little corner of the village, the swell beneath her had shrunk considerably, to a mere fifth of it's former size. Surely by now all life within her stomach has ceased to be; even if by some miracle, or feat of strength, someone had managed to postpone their inevitable digestion, there would be no indication of survival to the outside observer. The woman in question certainly didn't notice anyone crawling around inside her guts-only the swaying tide of heavy liquids churning about under copious amounts of fat, steadily dripping down into her intestines. Even if no one had survived to traverse her pipes in search of freedom, the weight of scores of people forcing their way through her bowels didn't go unfelt.

The pressure she had kept note of all morning finally reached it's peak while she lay in tense anticipation; after feeling the hard mass in her colon suddenly lurch forward and poke at the blue cloth of her shorts, she was lucky to pull the obstructive material to safety. Previously, she had expressed her ire at the lack of physical development she had received as a side effect of her constant consumption-now, the slight increase to her backside was little more than an obstacle between her and relieving her aching bowels. Once she was able to slide her garments off her plumped-up cheeks, the first slimy-white lance clattered to the floor, followed by a cascade of similarly lubricated bones in short order.

It seemed the heavier of the skeletal components had sunk to the bottom of her stomach and been the first to enter her intestines. Mostly cleaned of the predigested broth, the cracked skulls and intact femurs filled her rectum were relatively tidy, bunching up and spilling onto the floor in a noisy heap-some craniums even still bearing their owner's Hitai-ate. Whilst this stream of calcium vacated her intestines, Sakura found herself floored by the stimulation; her legs were already shuddering from her tip-toed stance to keep herself in a good position, and she had resigned her upper body to simply lay limp across her enormous belly, grasping digits sinking into the plush fat and eliciting a series of guttural belches, sourcing from the still-thick slurry occupying her middle.

While a good number of bones made it out bleached and relatively unscathed, the shear volume of people occupying Sakura's digestive tract meant that the lucky few forming this clean pile would be few indeed-and even those would soon be buried underneath the much more substantial torrent of waste that would soon complete it's path, coursing through the Kunoichi's bowels.



Another in the sequence of Sakura having eaten everyone! Also done up by  Ecchipandaa, similarly to the first part. Having gotten this one kinda makes me want another one by them, so that may happen in the future; maybe one of her having to deal with her gut at this size now? Since, most of what's there is something she's going to be stuck with~

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