An average day on Pandora is over 90 hours long, it said much for her place in the food chain that Tina was able to sleep uninterrupted for nearly a third of that while half-nude & immobile in the deadlands. By the time she awoke, a good half of Ellie had been reduced to a thick slurry, rolling over herself in a gelatinous waterbed of a belly as Tina stumbled to her feet.

Carrying her turbulent tummy in her arms, still much larger than her own body but mostly fluid by this point-swirling around a clattering of battered bones and stewing chunks of meat-Tina tiredly waddled over to the interior of Ellie's now abandoned garage. Not much was of immediate interest to her besides a few dozen sodas left unattended inside the portly woman's refrigerator; the rest of the mechanic's belongings would be digitized and sent to Tina's cavern abode, or otherwise predesignated as her property if it was too large to move. It wouldn't disincentivize the bandits from attempting to rob her new holdings, but it would give her a convenient way to find any who did-as well as any other unfortunate who might find themselves trespassing on the wrong spot of land.

As soon as that was dealt with, a quick transmat had her back home within several seconds-dubious nature of material translocation aside, the convenience was more than worth the philosophical implications of the technology. By the time she flopped into bed, most of what rested upon her lap had lost all solidity; what had remained of Gaige long since melded with Ellie's broth, both of their bones collecting at the bottom of her gut, deep within the muck. Sitting there in the relative silence of her home, Tina listened to the sounds of her stomach-blocking out the light overhead by draping her arm over her eyes. Hours likely passed as she ruminated on the sensations of the two women percolating into her bowels-one of which having spent a considerable amount of time in her small intestine, even before having turned to mush.

The soundtrack of her digestive system was punctuated by percussive burps and belches, released intermittently by the short blonde throughout the rest of the day-her normally energetic demeanor overtaken temporarily by the weight of her supper, leaving her lethargic and somewhat absent of thought. Regardless of her relaxed mental state, the harsh facts of reality would drive her sluggishly to her feet once more. Having processed such a large quantity of meat would be no easy task for someone three times her size, and the volume stuffing her bowels presented a similarly daunting endeavor.

Rolling out of bed, Tina's belly had been ground down to nearly a third of what it had been just after imbibing the former mechanic-the fatty orb rested upon the ground and stood level with her collarbone, a good several hundred LBS of fat, assorted bones and other waste ready for disposal. Already the worst of it was pestering her backdoor as it tried to work it's way through her colon against her will. Even she wasn't far gone enough to simply relieve herself on the spot. Hurriedly waddling towards the garage door, she yanked the chain that signaled the contraption to raise. The minute or so that it took seemed to last for eons, but she was able to clench long enough to at least avoid making a mess of herself-she supposed it was lucky her clothes had long since died a horrible death, alongside the meal that had killed them.

A sigh of relief blew past her lips, the pile that had sprouted up behind her grew in equal measure as her bloated guts dissipated. The thick snake of refuse that pressed it's head between her fattened cheeks had been a sharp surprise that quickly faded into an enjoyable dull aching sensation-even the logs nearly a foot at their widest were becoming only a mild discomfort compared to the weight being expelled. When she had finally emptied her bowels, what remained of her belly was still immense but no longer rested upon the floor while standing upright.

The rough orb hung low across her thighs, dipping below her knees at it's lowest point; rather than the smooth surface it previously portrayed, her stomach was rife with the haunting features of a graveyard. Amidst a heap of bones resting atop the heavy fat, two lifeless skulls gaped silently at all who witnessed the blonde girl's cauldron. Many of Pandora's days would pass before even her impressive tract started making headway on the ossuary of her stomach, leaving not only her thick potbelly on display but a proud collection of former meals that would only grow faster than she could grind them into bonemeal...



The third image by Snifer, and a followup to these two:

https://aryion.com/g4/view/802959

https://aryion.com/g4/view/783067


If you want to see more from Snifer, go check them out and maybe commission something like this!

https://www.deviantart.com/snifer25

Here's a version with no UI, for those who're interested (the UI is there because Tina regurgitated both Gaige & Ellie’s Echo Storage Decks, and all the good and terrible guns they were hoarding):

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596232535244144651/997315756494692454/gfaobva.PNG

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