With the mainstay of their fighting force... occupied, there was little need for the party to move on towards their prior destination-instead, the group decided that several of their members were better suited traveling elsewhere.

After the rapid consumption of their peers, the remaining trio retook their seats in the near-empty tavern, for the most part-as Ellonia saw fit to simply slunk onto the floor, resting against the timber of the building's construction. Both the weight of her gut, and the fury of it's occupant took away much of her smug aura, replaced instantly by a regretful illness that flowed into her as the countless gallons of alcohol that accompanied the meaty broth brought her from sober to stone drunk in under a minute.

In stark contrast to the war raging across the bar, Xiandy was making quick work of what one would assume to be a rather difficult meal. For being mostly made of metal, KoKo dissolved rather easily-only the constant tufts of matted blue and white fur that made their way up the seasonal maid's throat with every belch provided any issue. In no time at all, the flame-headed predator's middle went from a massive swell, decorated with the recognizable protrusions of the deceased CAST, to quickly rounding out and receding inward and stabilizing into a tidy beach ball.

Completely in line with her performative ability, Hikaru gave her devourer no trouble whatsoever-as if her smooth digestion was a continuation of her earlier apologies, the lalafell found herself unable to move once imbibed-and succinctly mulched, pulped and sifted into the android's various processing 'organs'. True to her mechanical nature, 2P swiftly and efficiently redistributed her meal's resultant slurry into place as additional padding and reserve fuel. Unlikely to be required due to the abundance of hydrogen, the spare tire that adorned her middle, above the thighs and waist-now more than double their previous sizes-are now a permanent fixture of the YorHa soldier.

After several hours, it came time for the crew to move on to greener pastures; in all likelyhood, they would disband and go their separate ways-with no means to continue their current quest. Standing up from her chair, 2P felt around her paunchy midriff for a moment before leaning over the table. With a retching half belch, the soaked visage of a black material began to emerge from her throat-after a minute, the mostly intact clothe of her former comrade's hauberk slapped onto the wooden furniture. Digging her slender fingers beyond her lips revealed a leather eyepatch.

With her belly freed from these obstructions, the android leaned her plumped-up behind against the table's rim, wiping the trailing strands of saliva from her chin as she uttered a final burp. Behind the counter to her right, a much louder belch echoed into the room; following a short hiccup, Xiandy made to clear her throat of it's own blockages-yet another clump of partially digested fur pulled from her tongue. The strands represented what few remnants of her meal existed outside of her own improvements: While nowhere near the majesty of her gut-filling's former glory, the orange-haired maid's own chest had increased to a satisfying degree-each melon larger than her own head, and pleasantly buoyant in their movement. Below her cleavage, the remaining swell of pudge rested upon the countertop-still enormous, but now simply a ball of fat rather than easily digesting person.

Xiandy had somehow managed to retie the draw of her suit-jacket over the beach ball attached to her middle, if not for the large sliver of flesh visible at the front-teasing a prime display of her exposed belly button and jiggly gut-flesh. The orb bouncing and wobbling audibly as she pulled away from the counter to make her exit.

Left reclining in the same spot she had occupied the previous night, Ellonia sat abandoned by her remaining party members; Immobilized by her roiling gut, the still-ambulatory members found no reason to assist in the battle still raging inside the witch's overworked belly. As they went their separate ways, the feline lay paralyzed in gastric agony, her digestive discomfort spurned by the bloated heap of a belly resting atop her lap. Nothing lived inside the malleable expanse, Wreath having long since perished under the digestive turmoil that assailed them both-but the Halloween Escort still found her stomach alight with a constant barrage of nauseating indigestion-made worse by the immense hangover she was suffering in her meal's stead.

Groaning in pain, a roaring burp blew from her jaws alongside trickles of saliva in competition with the cacophony of her burgeoning belly. The tumultuous nature of her battle with her fellow Elin's legacy left her gut hardly any smaller than when she had first eaten the girl-but even so, her belly was forced to droop and sag around the width of her fattened thighs. And although her chest still remained painfully flat, her meaty buttocks lessened the discomfort of her extended seating arrangement with their new padding.

Unfortunately, even hungover and half-delirious as she found herself-Ellonia knew the majority of the weight resting in front of her would be going nowhere, even after her inevitable-if far off-victory over the gunner's seemingly indomitable remains. The feisty Elin appeared just as noteworthy a challenge on the battlefield as she presented percolating into Ellonia's bowels, her thick soup refusing to submit at every stage of digestion-even as she found herself slowly packed into the witch's colon and consolidating on her flanks in equal measure.

With the distressed girl left the only occupant in the room, there was little for her to do but wait out Wreath's lengthy digestion in torment...


Aaaaand, that's the lot of them. I gotta say, I don't think the party is going to make it to the raid on time... or, uh, any future ones either. (I probably won't be getting any artwork of these three for quite a while, so for the time being-consider them to be boob-flesh, belly-fat and ass-padding, respectively~).

Done up by the lovely  Delt! In complete contradiction with my previous statement, I may try and get something of Lala there a bit later on-since there was a set I planned out for her years back, that I've been moving down the list of priorities in favour of other stuff. Should be fun if I ever get around to it!

No-Colour Version:

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