#cunrinshell

hoooly fuck look at HOW HUGE SHE IS AAAAA

Yes it is!this baby can fit so much slop! *slaps the top of cunrins belly like a car roof. A whimper was all that came in response. Barely heard oflver the gurgling and sloshing.*

Cunrin would only let out a hiccup and a bit of a whimper. The troll had.. over done it this year to say the least. She had gobbled till she wobbled and then till she couldn't wobble anymore! She sat in bed, temporarily bound to the memory foam. She was in a stupor, only letting out sounds as she tried futility to sooth her belly, unable to even reach the swell of it as she rubbed. Her chubby digits covered in grease and slobber.

"O-Oh well thank you ver-e ver-e much! I'd love to be showered with gifts and such.."

She lives up to the name

How had it gotten so bad? That was a question that plagued Cunrins foggy mind. It almost haunted her whenever it reared its ugly head from the carnal thoughts that filled her brain. Base urges like food and sex. She had become a dumb lump of a troll, filling up a large mattress on the floor of Rentai’s basement. It was dingy and dank. Made even more damp and humid by the heat coming off her large, overfilled body. She could barely even see past her huge cheeks anymore, not that she wanted to see herself. She was more lard then troll, her horns were poking into some back fat and she would occasionally whimper in pain. Her belly was pooling out onto the floor, ass filling most of the mattress up. Her arms and legs had sunk into her body long ago, leaving her fully immobile. All she could do now was eat, all she did was eat, for what felt like sweeps she had been used as rentai’s dumpster and fuck toy. She was barely conscious most times, in a half conscious food coma haze. Time seemed to blur together and the moments she was lucid grew further and further apart as her waist line widened. She would feel another ominous gurgle causing her to stir into a more conscious state. “Gwwuuhh.. wahhzsaza..” She groaned as she felt something shifting around in her throat.. And then a bassy, loud, room shaking belch left her lips. She groaned as another blast of gas left her back side not too long after. “R--rennnhtuuh.. fuudhh..” She weakly called out, trying to move something, anything. All this did was cause her to sweat more. She could hear some muffled noises, the sound of her rushing heartbeat, along with all the equipment Rentai had stolen to keep her favorite bronze dump alive and.. Well? She let out a piggish snort and Rentai made her way downstairs. “My favorite pig is finally awake~” She chuckled softly, approaching the barely awake Curnin. Rentai had a large jug in her hand filled with some unrecognizable slop. Cunrin began to drool at the sight of it, her brain associated Rentai with food and pleasure. Not unlike Pavlov’s dog. She would open her mouth, huffing and panting. Rentai chuckled, patting her sweaty neck rolls. “So eager.. I motherfucking love it.” She would put a tube into her mouth and begin pouring the slop into the end of it. Cunrin happily gobbled it down like a hog, her digestive system getting back to work. Her whole body was very noisy with its various gurgles and glorps, huffs and wheezes, belches and farts. Especially when it went into overtime. She was almost always overfilled, Rentai made sure of that. Thats why she was so big of course.. And she’d only get bigger.. Cunrin whimpered softly as the thought of getting bigger reared its ugly head again. SHe hated being lucid.. She felt so helpless. She was helpless. She was less then a person. She was a container for lard.. Lard and food. Gulp Huff Slosh Churn Gurgle. She looked up at Rentai, and would get a rush of mixed emotions, love fear hatred.. Mostly hunger and lust. This was her life now.. And she could do nothing but think about how she had gotten there.