"Nice attempt, Pvt. Lunch!" said Cercux. The purple alien relaxed in her seat, in the same building where the rookie confronted her. Much of the building was a wreck, littered with bullet holes, smashed furniture, and walls covered in black scorch marks, but Cercux was untouched. "But next time, do your homework, eh? Surely Colonel Graves keeps an up-to-date file on me. You shoulda known that clunker couldn't keep up."

Pvt. Lunch let out a muffed shout. Trapped within Cercux's belly, which lay upon her lap like a fleshy yoga ball, the UARF soldier struggled fiercely. Punches and kicks flew everywhere, making the globular gut bounce and shake, but nothing fazed the purple alien. Cercux smiled toothily while gross glorp glorp slooooooooorrrpps filled the room as the belly filled with acid.

Beside Cercux lay the ruined remains of the Thunder Bird MK. III. While the armor was too thick for Cercux to tear off, imprints of her fists were left on the metal. The Plexiglas dome was cracked and the weapons were scattered across the room, expertly dismantled with careful precision. Notably, the cockpit wasn't damaged; it was simply unlocked from the emergency exit.

Wrapping a leg around the giant gut, Cercux shivered as digestion began full force. The UARF soldier shouted as his uniform steadily peeled away, exposing him to the acid.

"But don't worry, Pvt. Lunch. Your- uuuuuuuuuuuuuurp- valient effort wasn't in vain," said Cercux. She pounded her chest lightly as noxious gas escaped her mouth. The 'battle' was so trivial that Cercux didn't need her armor, but she'd increased her size by 1.5x times, just to be safe. This meant bigger muscles, a bigger bust, and a bigger appetite. "I'll inform- braaaaaaaaaaap Colonel Graves that you ruined my dentist appointment. Gonna take weeks to reschedule! Who knows, maybe the next loose cannon with a death wish will knock out my rotten-to-hell teeth?"

The belly steadily shrank as the sphere closed around the UARF soldier. His movements limited, the soldier barely made the belly bounce, much less hurt Cercux.

Letting out another belch so noxious that paint peeled off the ceiling, Cercux chuckled. "... but probably not. Damn, I fucking wish the next person I fight is a worthy opponent. Beating and eating weaklings gets boring so quick..."

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Art by  Ophiuco

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