"I'm going to gorge and train until I can show you what it's like to be utterly overwhelmed with weight and force. And when I do, I'm not going to stop until the pleasure in your cunt and the pain in your muscles makes you scream loud enough to hurt my ears."

Husky. "I like it when you talk."

She licks Katie's neck. Thumbs a boob. Leans further downward.

"So do I. Anyways, the million times I'll have to lose to you on the way will still be fun, though. As will having to get new clothes, yes. If you're picking them out, I humbly suggest you making me dress more and more like a whore every time I have to go up a size. It's only proper."

"Suggestion noted."

Neck nuzzle.

She half-offers the wolf. "Just say."

Grind. Grind. Hump. Heavy breathing. She opens her mouth eagerly. She's so fucking full but she's too in the zone to worry about vomiting at this point. Her stomach is in Tazich's strong, capable hands.

—She is a healer.

Not really, but she's the closest actually-legitimate thing. She figures.

Feed.

Cup hand around tummy.

Bite chomp chew swallow. Forehead kiss. Hump grind hump. "You're so insistent. I'm gonna have trouble fitting through doorways by the end of the year."

"We can't have that. I've got to be able to pick you up and carry you places." Might be an excuse to finally put on some Strength.

She puts her hands around Katie's hips and presses them into hers as hard as she can while still being confident Katie won't break. She doesn't move her hips herself, for that reason. Squirm.

Is she doing this right? She doesn't know. It feels amazing. Katie has potential. She likes Katie. Katie is eating diligently.

"Well. Depends on the doorway. Some of them are breakable . . ."

She nuzzles Katie's neck. It occurs to her that Katie would like to hear that this will feel nicer when she's fat, and says so.

And then she says, unbidden, "You have to survive.

Like, with us. The . . . cops, and everything. Poachers."

"Mmmhhhhhhh, aren't I supposed to like, die soon, technically?" She just kinda licks Tazich's face and neck in lieu of tongue-kissing her so as not to prevent her from speaking.

Amazing technique!

Bellyrub, hipsquirm.

"Right. Just eat." She tries not to smile and show that she thinks it'll be fine. That would jinx it.

"You have to keep it down, and then you're in the clear." Tazich is not aware of people who vomit that easily. For a cleric of Urgathoa, she doesn't do a whole lot of poisoning.

"Does... Does it hurt? Will I feel any different after?"

Hug. Necknuzzle.

"Do you feel any different now?"

"No, just, full, and warm, and horny, and I don't want it to end..." Gods, her face is so precious. She undulates her pathetic, bony hips as best she can and feels up Tazich's back with her hands.

[ Her back arcs reflexively. If Katie doesn't seem to mind, she'll lean into it and do it again. ]

She doesn't understand.

". . . That's different, isn't it?"

She traces her thumb all the way over Katie's boob down her abdomen with light pressure.

"I want it to end, but only so we can conquer the world, get you fat, dyke heaven, all that . . ." Smiiiiile.

"I mean, obviously we can't keep fucking literally forever, but like, will I still be able to feel all this after it happens. Will I still feel myself melt when I see you smile? Will I be able to fall asleep in your arms? Gods, I hope so, I'm so fucking tired, I'm probably gonna collapse as soon as I come."

"You'll be able to feel more. If you can't already."

She leans over and kisses Katie's tit.

"Gods, I hope you're telling the truth. Y'know, I often have trouble sleeping because my ribs poke into the bed. I can't wait for you to fix that." Tazich is so fucking touchable. The fat and muscle combine into an absolute paradise of texture. Katie's hands frolic across her body joyously.

"That's so horrible." She can't help it, her hands immediately go to Katie's sad little ribs. Oh my god, she's a bag of bones.

For her part, Tazich is trying not to break Katie. She's so damn crushable. Tazich does not know the phrase "prey coded".

"And when I sit on wooden chairs, I can feel my butt bones poking into the wood. My bones are so exposed, it constantly feels like they're in danger of snapping. Something must be done." Her hand seizes the overhang of the tiefling's belly and jiggle it provocatively, the other grabbing a handful of thigh, as close to the crotch as possible.

"Something . . ."

She bites Katie's leg.

Oh right.

"Stomach capacity." She shakes her head disapprovingly of Nature.

"Every night I'm going to go to sleep safe in your arms with a full belly and an orgasm-saturated brain, and every morning I'm going to wake up a little more than I was before." Her grinding grows more desperate. Her feeble abs ache.  She's as eager for the sleep part as she is for the orgasm part.

Mm, feeble aching abs.

Tazich can give her both. One at a time.

"Well, you don't have to say it like 'little'. You've done very well your first night. Glass half full."

She can't help winding in synchrony with Katie's stick-figure-plus-beach-ball shape [ nonetheless soft and feminine and . . . ], but it doesn't seem harmful.

"More like glass spilling onto the countertop, really." She pants. Sweat drips down her back. Closer... Closer... Gods, she needs it...

She sees.

"I like your desperation," she says, since they seem to be complimenting each other.

She reaches down and attacks Katie's crotch.

She's happy to provide. "Please... Please... I need it. Please, gods, I'm so fucking tired and horny, it hurts, please just make me come..."