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“At least you’re self aware.” Shadow Weaver strides forward, doing her best to hide her nerves. It’s not every day you’re face to face with someone as pretty as Vee, bloated to the absolute brim. She places her hands on Veronica’s stomach, pressing them in as she speaks.

“That hardly excuses you for doing this in the first place. Look at you; You’re more balloon than woman, and there’s a lot of woman.” She prods one of the doughier parts of Veronica’s belly. Evidently, the path of least resistance for ignoring her nerves is bullying Veronica. It’s easier to be mean than admit thirst.

She shivers as those hands touch her stomach, and as soon as it’s being pressed into Vee burps - not as loud as one would expect, and to her credit she does cover her mouth. She’s a glutton, not a slob.

The blush on her face though, clear as day, makes the freckles on her soft cheeks stand out. Hating to admit it but the pushing and poking actually helps Veronica feel better, some parts of her stomach very tight, other parts near her sides rather soft and doughy.

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Shadow Weaver audibly rolls her eyes, turning around to face Vee. “No, you fool, the-” She stumbles mid-turn, barely catching herself before she falls. Her gaze is wildly flicking around the room, seemingly at random.

“There’s a blue dot in my eyes. What is this???”

Uuhhhh. Oh! Blue dot. It hits her that Shadow Weaver was staring right into the sun, and Veronica immediately looks both amused and concerned. Does she live underground or something?

Vee herself actually went through the same exact thing the first time she saw the sun. She tilts her head.

“You stared right into the sun! The blue dot is just your blood vessels being reflected to your own eyes, it should pass in a couple minutes. Don’t… Don’t do that too often, the sun can mess up your eyes. Want me to have the shades come down?”

She fingers a button on a little remote she’s holding.

Shadow Weaver’s rubbing at her eyes again when she answers. “Yes. I don’t know what a ‘sun’ is,” She says the word with the utmost skepticism. “But I’m already sick of it.”

It takes a minute for her eyesight to go back to normal. She readjusts her mask, sighing. “I don’t know what I expected from an alien planet, but it wasn’t… Whatever that is outside. Reflecting eye vessels, of all things…” She grumbles under her breath, finally turning to look at Veronica.

“…You look absurd.” She says, eternally thankful that her mask can hide her blush.

Etheria has no sun? That just. Boggles Veronica’s mind. How can there be no sun? That’s the basics of any planet. Whatever, she’s going to ignore that, and promptly presses a button. Huge blinds go to cover every window, plunging the room in a more muted dimness. Lights were still on, but in a wash of red and bronze and black. She snorts in amusement at Shadow Weaver’s comment.

Shadow Weaver audibly rolls her eyes, turning around to face Vee. “No, you fool, the-” She stumbles mid-turn, barely catching herself before she falls. Her gaze is wildly flicking around the room, seemingly at random.

“There’s a blue dot in my eyes. What is this???”

Uuhhhh. Oh! Blue dot. It hits her that Shadow Weaver was staring right into the sun, and Veronica immediately looks both amused and concerned. Does she live underground or something?

Vee herself actually went through the same exact thing the first time she saw the sun. She tilts her head.

“You stared right into the sun! The blue dot is just your blood vessels being reflected to your own eyes, it should pass in a couple minutes. Don’t... Don’t do that too often, the sun can mess up your eyes. Want me to have the shades come down?”

The lounge is actually fairly dark, and the sun is nearly setting in front of the huge windows bordering the big circular room. She’s amazed she can focus enough to type while being so overstretched, but still. Her gut’s sort of hanging out whether she likes it or not, and the hose is still clutched in her hand, as she waits for her guest.

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I dunno man. I only spoke to a few. Entrapta’s really nice looking and smart, but like. Shadow Weaver though.

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You’re miscounting, as is the machine. I only watch your videos enough to be horrified and move on.

Well it’s entirely possible that the machine is wrong! That’s happened before. Downloads don’t happen by mistake though, not like that.

> It’s in the cocktail lounge of the Lucky 38. Veronica is reclined across one of the couches, nude safe for a button up shirt that’s obviously too small. A hose is connected to a soda dispenser off on a counter, branching off to link up to each nozzle. With a wink and little flourish, she puts it in her mouth and starts to drink.

> It takes a moment for her to start to swell, but that moment comes. After some furious swallowing, the first button starts to strain more, audibly creaking, before it comes off with a pop. After a couple more go, Vee shakingly gets up, still drinking, and starts to audibly slosh as she walks closer to the machine, the camera following her. Now she’s bent over double to the machine, still glugging furiously, her belly hanging low and gradually bigger underneath her. Pumped with so much colorful drunk, as the buttons gradually strain and pop off her burgeoning middle, it’s obvious all the colors are showing through the tightest portion of her gut. It swells to her knees, wide and groaning and rumbling with so much carbonation, smushing against the counter a little with how full and round it’s getting.