shuleee

Raven slept precariously on her side, her dreams interrupted by bouts of low rumbles and ominous gurgling. She breathed slowly, every expansion of her ribcage pressing into her distended gut as an unsubtle reminder that it was still bloated as a deer tick no matter how much she wished to forget it. And what a gut it was! Round and heavy, it filled the space between her breasts and tucked-thighs like a body pillow. The food within churned mercilessly, rumbling and gurgling past every bend and turn in her digestive tract, and stretched her skin from within till not one square inch of space could be spared. Raven had endured hellish conditions the likes of which the holiest humans could scarcely imagine, but sleeping through such a stuffing was another matter entirely. To merely exist was the most she could do, and the feel of her belly was all her existence. She was a human cauldron, filled with a potent, bubbling mixture whose side effects on her body