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To Ascend p3
🕑 Added 2021-03-27 02:35:26 +0000 UTCGRRRGL. CHRRN.
Something was wrong. In the haze of alcohol and binge eating, Flow could no longer recall how long it had been since she had visited the temple, or acquired the strange red amulet that now sat, melded to her chest. What she could feel was the greasy sensation of sweat, rolling beads that formed now whenever she tried to work up the effort to waddle to the next restaurant. She felt her fur, stretched across the gurgling, churning expanse of a stomach that rested upon her like a soft, lardy boulder. Her very hide felt stretched across that massive, forever hungry dome always feeling as though the next bite she takes could be her last, it never is. She could feel her scales, emerald green and glittering in the light of the taverns, reflecting the shocked and disgusted eyes of onlookers, as they crept ever further up her arms and legs completing a metamorphosis the end result of which she did not know. Every breath she took from her new draconic snout was exertion enough to send her entire body rippling, from the layers of fat that had built up around her arms and legs to the stretched mound of food and gas that hid beneath the blubber of her gut.
For not the first time Flow reached towards her chest, arm fat wobbling, and tried to pry the amulet from where it sat. For not the first time, she failed. The gemstone had become a part of her as much as her fur, her scales, her newly thickened tail. She allowed her arm to rest a moment upon her chest, compressing her stomach gently but apparently enough to force an obnoxiously loud belch from the sorcerer's mouth. She blushed furiously, hand sliding back to grip her stomach as it began to growl again, demanding food. Gently, Lynn's voice slid between her ears, suggesting the name of another restaurant not far from here. One that would offer all the food Flow could need, she wouldn't have to make her laboured trips any longer.
That thought alone was enough to force her to begin rocking slowly, moving to get to her feet.
