Gllrrrrnnnnn...

Soraka sighed and patted her bulging tummy. She could still feel both what was left of Vex sloshing around in her stomach AND Lulu sluicing through her intestines. The main sensation she was feeling, however, wasn't coming from her belly. No, instead that came from her head, or perhaps her heart. A great, heavy sensation that weighed upon her chest and suppressed her spirits.

It was guilt.

She hadn't MEANT to eat all four of the Yordles. Swallowing Tristana had been a bizarre but total accident! The others after her, though...

Soraka grimaced as her gut gurgled, the meaty stew that was its contents shifting around. She had no real excuse for the other yordles. After eating one, she just... couldn't stop herself. It was horrible! She was supposed to be a bringer of life, not death!

But why did it have to feel so good? Having someone squirming inside of her belly, slowly breaking down into a thick, gooey chyme. And then sloshing and slurping down into her intestines! Bloating up her belly so nicely...

It all felt too good, criminally so, and that's what Soraka hated most. Now her body count was up to four, and their remains were plastered all over her body as supple purple fat. Her tits were the size of melons and her gut hung down until it slapped against her thighs. And her rear... good stars, her rear end! Soraka knew she'd never be able to find a fitting pair of pants again. She was practically a walking yordle cemetery now, and her tremendous body jiggling with every step was a constant reminder of that fact.

And yet, the worst part of all was that she was still hungry.

Grrrrrooooonnnnn...

Soraka whimpered. Silently and resignedly, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, there were some more yordles around.

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