"Ugh...! This is the WORST!" Another screech of tearing ripstop echoed throughout Tina's workshop, the orange material long since looted off some nameless psycho now uttering it's own dying breath as the non-elastic fibers split and tore in utter refusal to comply with the impossible task presented to them. Their wearer, and subsequent murderer, had clearly outgrown her attire-and rather than admit defeat, she stubbornly continued to pull and pry at the tatters in attempt to create some resemblance of their former integrity.

If she had simply gotten taller, the issue might be resolved with some clever tailoring-however, the situation as is was did not allow for simple solutions. There just wasn't enough cloth left after her rampage to justify the continued use of her previous outfit; rather than finally hit a growth spurt over a decade overdue, it was Tina's appetite that had finally done her ensemble in. Her habit of devouring others-man, woman and skag alike-had finally caught up to her after years of maintaining her speedy metabolism and lithe frame.

Now, the little gremlin-still short, but nearly as wide as she was tall-resembled more some of her unluckier meals from years prior, having developed a heaving bosom that far outclassed Moxxi at her best, as well as a gut that reached more than parity with the clown's late daughter. The most dire casualty of Tina's figure was most notably her backside, wider than both her shoulders and her gargantuan gut-the cheeks had developed a tan that contrasted her previously pallor, jutting from what remained of her garments after her recent development.

It was them now that proved the most aggravating obstacle in clothing herself, and with a final tear her shorts died a violent death-coming apart in her fingers as her cheeks bounce and wobbled back into place. Sighing, Tina tossed the bits of fabric in a nearby bin-finding it much more difficult to act with her usual exuberance when it felt like she was lugging around four of herself. The extra 300 or so LBS was certainly settling heavier on her than she was used to managing, as her collapsed bedframe could attest to; irritably, she realized that whereas before any clothes looted from bandits would lean to the larger side of unwearable, she would now face the opposite problem.

After several more moments of consideration, Tina realized that she didn't actually take much issue with touring around Pandora in the nude-at least until she could find someone with gear worth coughing up afterward.


Just a short semi-followup to the previous few (even though it was actually made quite a while beforehand), done up this time by  Ecchipandaa. Probably not something that happens immediately after eating Gaige & Ellie, more so a while down the line-but I imagine if she just goes around eating everyone she meets, sooner or later her body's gonna stop letting her get away with it.

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