Insatiable, Infernal, Indulgent

@liam-and-co-fatty-zone

Krysalia has been booped!

'That's a dangerous mix. Angels are already full of, well yeah... but one pregnant with a gods baby.' She smirked. 'You're lucky to be alive. But... I guess they had other plans for you.'

Krysalia looks at the label and smirks. 'Oh I know how to get rid of all this.'

To think, Louvel had not only been thin when they met, he had been toned and athletic. Now look at him chugging away at this huge crate of soda. Not a complaint, not a groan of 'that's too much' in sight!

After graduating from Beacon Academy and being shot down by Yang. He absolutely let himself go… losing his once athletic body now a mass of lard, cellulite, fat folds, and stretch marks. Being handed the next bottle from his wonderful girlfriend and feeder.. he began to chug down the next one… watching the liquid go from full to empty in a few minutes…as his belly began to distend outward but slowly and pressure atarting to build up.”

And she liked the changes to her own body almost as much as she liked how he had changed too.

'It's okay. Have a break.' She said softly. 'If you need it, take it. We don't want you to burst.' She smiled.

'Is this a bloat you want to do alone? Or am I stepping up to help you?' She asked, picking up another bottle.

Miq isn't quite sure why she came to this party, as it sort of feels like she just wandered in. Maybe she did, for all she remembers, but she's busy drinking some punch in a doorway and mostly avoiding everyone. She sort of seems to be minding her own business, before she looks up and notices she's under the mistletoe.

She's so focused on it that she doesn't realize she's been singled out already for some personal fun and enjoyment by someone else, who's making her way over to the doorway to partake in the tradition with a twist to it. Miq is soon face-to-face with the stranger, looking up slightly at the taller woman in awe.

Probably everyone else hasn't noticed yet or at all is because they're all buzzed or involved in their drunk conversations. Maybe some are passed out. Maybe even others that could see it happening probably don't believe it or think anyone else wouldn't believe them, either.

The only person watching was a girl so drunk she wasn't sure she knew what she was seeing. But she raised a glass in salute. 'That's hot.' She slurred.

Krysalia makes that final, big gulp and slurps down Miq's shoes in one final, great effort.

Amazingly only one seam of her dress had split. But as Miq's shoes finally settled into her belly, the other, heroic seam finally gave up, and burst open as well.

Given she can breathe just fine, she's feeling calm within her predator, she's feeling excited from being eaten by someone so hot and she wants to get more comfortable, she starts to wiggle and readjust herself to make it easier to be upright and for Krysalia to haul her around better once she's all settled in again. The dress may have broken at the seams, but at least it isn't fully in shreds at this party!

She could faintly hear Miq in her belly, and she smiled fondly.

'Huh. I didn't know you'd be into this as much as I was. I should have told you.' She laughed gently. 'Oh you were so good Miq. I loved every second of it. And I'll love every moment of the digestion... and I'm looking forward to what you do to my figure. I'm hoping for bigger thighs likes yours. But I'll settle for a bigger belly.'

'You will? Really?' She laughs. 'Amazing! You know I do that too if someone eats me!'

Streeeeeetch. Oooof, that was a big one, but she's settled back in for Krysalia's sake. Ya know, she's already her dinner, may as well act like it. "Pretty much as soon as I'm out for good. Ya know, life-wise, I'll be reforming not too long after. Gotta do it quickly after to make sure I don't lose anything important about myself, ehehehe~?" Nuzzle, nuzzle.

"As for seeing what's left of me in you by the time I come back? I'm not gonna lie, that sounds kind of hot and I'd probably wanna see the results I'm making and probably give you a nice squishin' around to feel what's left and massage it all down for you, if my leftovers are being a little stubborn, ehehehe~! If my phone survives, feel free to put it and anything else aside to give back to me when we meet back up. If it doesn't, that's okay, I've got a back up at home when I come back."

She rubbed her belly affectionately. 'That sounds like fun. Then I'd get to see what I do to you.' She cooed.

'That makes sense. I take a while to re-coalesce unless I'm summoned. But my roommates tend to summon me back if they haven't heard from me in a few days.'

Krysalia moaned softly at the thought. 'Hells, yes that sounds like fun. So, where do I find you?'

Krysalia looks at the label and smirks. 'Oh I know how to get rid of all this.'

To think, Louvel had not only been thin when they met, he had been toned and athletic. Now look at him chugging away at this huge crate of soda. Not a complaint, not a groan of 'that's too much' in sight!

After graduating from Beacon Academy and being shot down by Yang. He absolutely let himself go… losing his once athletic body now a mass of lard, cellulite, fat folds, and stretch marks. Being handed the next bottle from his wonderful girlfriend and feeder.. he began to chug down the next one… watching the liquid go from full to empty in a few minutes…as his belly began to distend outward but slowly and pressure atarting to build up.”

And she liked the changes to her own body almost as much as she liked how he had changed too.

Miq isn't quite sure why she came to this party, as it sort of feels like she just wandered in. Maybe she did, for all she remembers, but she's busy drinking some punch in a doorway and mostly avoiding everyone. She sort of seems to be minding her own business, before she looks up and notices she's under the mistletoe.

She's so focused on it that she doesn't realize she's been singled out already for some personal fun and enjoyment by someone else, who's making her way over to the doorway to partake in the tradition with a twist to it. Miq is soon face-to-face with the stranger, looking up slightly at the taller woman in awe.

Probably everyone else hasn't noticed yet or at all is because they're all buzzed or involved in their drunk conversations. Maybe some are passed out. Maybe even others that could see it happening probably don't believe it or think anyone else wouldn't believe them, either.

The only person watching was a girl so drunk she wasn't sure she knew what she was seeing. But she raised a glass in salute. 'That's hot.' She slurred.

Krysalia makes that final, big gulp and slurps down Miq's shoes in one final, great effort.

Amazingly only one seam of her dress had split. But as Miq's shoes finally settled into her belly, the other, heroic seam finally gave up, and burst open as well.

Given she can breathe just fine, she's feeling calm within her predator, she's feeling excited from being eaten by someone so hot and she wants to get more comfortable, she starts to wiggle and readjust herself to make it easier to be upright and for Krysalia to haul her around better once she's all settled in again. The dress may have broken at the seams, but at least it isn't fully in shreds at this party!

She could faintly hear Miq in her belly, and she smiled fondly.

'Huh. I didn't know you'd be into this as much as I was. I should have told you.' She laughed gently. 'Oh you were so good Miq. I loved every second of it. And I'll love every moment of the digestion... and I'm looking forward to what you do to my figure. I'm hoping for bigger thighs likes yours. But I'll settle for a bigger belly.'

'You will? Really?' She laughs. 'Amazing! You know I do that too if someone eats me!'

Miq isn't quite sure why she came to this party, as it sort of feels like she just wandered in. Maybe she did, for all she remembers, but she's busy drinking some punch in a doorway and mostly avoiding everyone. She sort of seems to be minding her own business, before she looks up and notices she's under the mistletoe.

She's so focused on it that she doesn't realize she's been singled out already for some personal fun and enjoyment by someone else, who's making her way over to the doorway to partake in the tradition with a twist to it. Miq is soon face-to-face with the stranger, looking up slightly at the taller woman in awe.

Probably everyone else hasn't noticed yet or at all is because they're all buzzed or involved in their drunk conversations. Maybe some are passed out. Maybe even others that could see it happening probably don't believe it or think anyone else wouldn't believe them, either.

The only person watching was a girl so drunk she wasn't sure she knew what she was seeing. But she raised a glass in salute. 'That's hot.' She slurred.

Krysalia makes that final, big gulp and slurps down Miq's shoes in one final, great effort.

Amazingly only one seam of her dress had split. But as Miq's shoes finally settled into her belly, the other, heroic seam finally gave up, and burst open as well.

Given she can breathe just fine, she's feeling calm within her predator, she's feeling excited from being eaten by someone so hot and she wants to get more comfortable, she starts to wiggle and readjust herself to make it easier to be upright and for Krysalia to haul her around better once she's all settled in again. The dress may have broken at the seams, but at least it isn't fully in shreds at this party!

She could faintly hear Miq in her belly, and she smiled fondly.

'Huh. I didn't know you'd be into this as much as I was. I should have told you.' She laughed gently. 'Oh you were so good Miq. I loved every second of it. And I'll love every moment of the digestion... and I'm looking forward to what you do to my figure. I'm hoping for bigger thighs likes yours. But I'll settle for a bigger belly.'

@liam-and-co-fatty-zone

Krysalia has been booped!

Miq isn't quite sure why she came to this party, as it sort of feels like she just wandered in. Maybe she did, for all she remembers, but she's busy drinking some punch in a doorway and mostly avoiding everyone. She sort of seems to be minding her own business, before she looks up and notices she's under the mistletoe.

She's so focused on it that she doesn't realize she's been singled out already for some personal fun and enjoyment by someone else, who's making her way over to the doorway to partake in the tradition with a twist to it. Miq is soon face-to-face with the stranger, looking up slightly at the taller woman in awe.

Probably everyone else hasn't noticed yet or at all is because they're all buzzed or involved in their drunk conversations. Maybe some are passed out. Maybe even others that could see it happening probably don't believe it or think anyone else wouldn't believe them, either.

The only person watching was a girl so drunk she wasn't sure she knew what she was seeing. But she raised a glass in salute. 'That's hot.' She slurred.

Krysalia makes that final, big gulp and slurps down Miq's shoes in one final, great effort.

Amazingly only one seam of her dress had split. But as Miq's shoes finally settled into her belly, the other, heroic seam finally gave up, and burst open as well.

@liam-and-co-fatty-zone

Krysalia has been booped!