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Getting Milk for Cheap
🕑 Added 2023-02-24 00:39:52 +0000 UTCTiny CW: This one gets a little more... intimate than my usual stuff. i.e., someone ends up getting milk straight from the tap. I won't do this cw if this happens again in the future; just keep an eye out for the 'Milky~' tag if you're not a fan.
“Milk! Fresh milk! Only twelve dollars for a gallon of genuine ushi milk!”
Kimi sighed. No one was even paying attention to her. She knew it. She just wasn’t big enough to catch people’s attention. If only her little sister were here. Even if Kimi was prettier, her sister was taller and bigger than her, so people could never just brush past her like this…
After traveling to the city from her hometown, Kimi had gotten a permit to sell milk at a street stand from her uncle’s friend in city hall. Her business wasn’t going well, though. Kimi knew why, too. Sure, she was pretty, her tail was the perfect length, and she had nice, fluffy brown hair and short, shiny horns - but she was so small! She was short at five-nine and only had E-cup breasts! She was one of the shortest ladies in her village and had the smallest breasts, which was a big reason why she'd left in the first place. What good was leaving though if she couldn't manage to stand out here among non-ushis either?
The worn-out brunette checked her watch. It was a minute till five - in other words, a minute until closing. She debated trying her luck with keeping her stand open past closing, but her stand permit only let her stay open until five. She’d get in big trouble if she kept trying to sell her milk with a technically illegal stand. She’d barely made a quarter of the sales she wanted to today, too. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to afford this month’s rent…
Kimi turned around and started to pack up the several jugs of milk she had out for display purposes. Then, a sharp voice said from behind her, “Hey excuse me - are you still open?”
A glimmer of hope! Kimi whipped around to see a tall, thin woman with long, well-kept hair, a designer coat, and perfectly manicured nails looking at her. She had a frown playing on her brow, looking genuinely distressed. Kimi had no idea why someone like her wanted ushi milk, but hey - she definitely looked like she could afford it!
“Yes, of course I am!” Kimi lied, hastily setting the milk back onto her stand. Sorry, uncle’s friend! She’d be open illegally for just a couple of minutes - promise! “One gallon is twelve dollars. Oh, I can only take cash though. Is that ok?”
“Really? That little for that much?” The woman asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked at the milk jugs again and pursed her lips. “This is real ushi milk, right? Regular cow milk just isn’t going to cut it today.”
Kimi nodded quickly while assuring the woman, “Yes, I guarantee that it’s all one-hundred-percent real ushi milk, freshly milked this morning! I’m running a sale because I’m producing more than I can sell, but I promise that it’s all legit.”
“Really…” The woman said, sounding dubious. A bead of sweat ran down Kimi’s back while the woman seemed to weigh her options. Then, finally… “Alright, fine. I’ll take the lot.”
“Thank you for your- wait, what did you just say?”
“I said I’ll take the lot. How much do you have?”
Kimi gulped. Jackpot! “U-Uh, right! I have four gallons left here, but I have more back at my apartment if you want more than that!”
The woman again raised an eyebrow. “Four gallons? And it’s all fresh?”
“Yes, all milked today!” Kimi reassured her again. “Although I’ll admit that the extra jugs in my apartment are surplus from the last few days.”
“...Fine. I’ll take all four. If it is genuine, then we can talk about the rest.”
Yes, yes, YES! Kimi could barely hide her excitement as she watched the woman open up her purse (a designer purse, by the by~). “Thank you very much! I promise this won’t disappoint!”
“Uh-huh. I hope so too - for both our sakes.” The woman whispered the last part to where Kimi could only just barely hear it, but by this point, Kimi was too excited by the prospect of being able to afford proper food tonight to care about any sinister foreshadowing. She gladly took the forty-eight dollars from the woman and tucked it into her bust, safe and sound. Looks like packing up today would be easy too since she had no leftover milk! Kimi was about to start doing just that when the woman asked, “Hey, would you mind helping me transport all of this? I wasn’t planning on having a lot to carry.”
“Oh - of course!” Kimi said agreeably. “Anything for a customer!” And especially anything for a bulk purchase customer~. Kimi loaded all of the milk jugs onto the cart she used to transport her products, packed up her table and sign onto the cart as well (she was supposed to be closed, after all), and smiled at the woman. “Ready to go!”
It was a short walk to where the woman was going, which was a nice-looking office building in a busy part of town. Not even questioning why someone would need ten gallons of ushi milk at an office like this, Kimi walked right inside after the woman. She must’ve been important since the person at the front desk didn’t even stop them as they walked right into an elevator marked ‘staff only’. Kimi had been too hyped to care before, but now that a bit of time had passed, she was starting to feel a little nervous. God, she hoped the woman liked her milk! She could really use a repeat customer if she wanted to stop her meager savings from getting chunked every time a bill or rent needed paying.
Finally, on the eighth floor, they stopped outside of a room with a star on it. The woman stopped and turned around. “Ok, I need to get to work. Put the milk right in here and leave your number with the woman inside so I can get back to you if she ends up liking your milk.” The woman started to leave but stopped. She turned around and picked up two of the gallons of milk. “Knowing Sima, actually, I shouldn’t leave these here.” Then she left
Kimi gulped. Right. Go in, leave milk and number, get out. No shenanigans. Easy. You’ve made a good impression so far, Kimi! Don’t mess it up now! The nervous yet determined cow-woman let herself into the room with a quiet, “Hello? I’m here to deliver milk?”
The inside of the room was small but open, with a couch and small coffee table on one wall and a make-up table (like, one with a few mirrors and lights and a bunch of drawers) on the opposite wall. Sitting on the couch, staring at her phone, was a woman a full head shorter than Kimi but with more hair than Kimi would ever know what to do with. She had thick, floofy silvery hair that exploded all the way down her back, thick brows, thick eyelashes, and even some silver fuzz poking out of the sleeves of her dressing gown. She was small but had a good figure (for a non-ushi, anyways).
Kimi blinked. It was a yeti. She’d heard about yetis from her great aunt, who’d told her that a nomadic tribe of the fuzzy demi-humans used to trade with her hometown pretty often. She’d never met one herself, though.
Despite Kimi’s introduction, the yeti (who was assumedly Sima, based on what the other woman had said) didn’t respond immediately. It wasn’t until she’d let herself in entirely that the short woman looked up from her phone, droopy blue eyes looking absently at Kimi. “Oh. Hey. Did Jenny send you?”
“Uh, Jenny?” Kimi wondered aloud. “Tall, thin as a rail, designer everything?”
The yeti nodded. Her eyes had drifted to the cart of milk Kimi was pulling. A long, thin tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick her lips. “Yeah, that’s her. That’s the ushi milk then? I love ushi milk, but it’s so expensive that Jenny always tells me no when I ask her …”
Too expensive? From the woman that walked up to Kimi’s stand out of nowhere and just said ‘I’ll take the lot’? From what Kimi knew, she was pricing her milk only a little lower than other ushis in town - a hundred dollars for a single milking’s worth compared to the others charging one-fifty for the same. That wasn’t that expensive, right?
“Well, this is all yours! She already paid for it and everything,” Kimi responded as she wheeled the milk over next to Sima. She offloaded the jugs with the small woman on the couch seemingly watching every single move she made. “Ushi milk is hardy, but it’ll still go bad if you don’t refrigerate it within a couple of days, ok?”
“Ok, sure,” Sima said distractedly. She had picked up one of the gallon jugs and was working out the stopper with her short yet sharp nails. She finally got it out and took a deep sniff. She slipped her tongue in and Kimi saw her whole body shiver in response. “It really is ushi milk~. Where’d Jenny get so much of it?”
Kimi blinked. “She bought it from me. I’d think that’s pretty obvious since I’m an ushi and all.” Oh, crap! Had that been too abrasive? Kimi was supposed to be a saleswoman; she couldn’t be confrontational like that!
To Kimi’s relief, Sima didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, she just looked Kimi up and down, her eyes lingering on Kimi’s swishing cow’s tail, the shirt straining to hold her chest, and the small horns poking up out of her short brown hair. “Oh yeah. I guess you are,” she mused. “Thanks, then.”
Kimi sighed in relief. She wanted to give Sima her number so she could split as quick as she could but she didn’t want to interrupt her drinking, so she waited. She waited, and waited, and… waited… wait… what?
Sima wasn’t stopping. Even after a minute straight of drinking, she hadn’t stopped for even a breath. Kimi almost couldn’t believe her eyes. In fact, she probably wouldn’t have if she didn’t also see the drawstring of the woman’s dressing gown growing tight around a bulge in the gown - a bulge that hadn’t been there before.
The baffled ushi just watched, dumbfounded, as the tiny woman in front of her drained the entire gallon jug in one go. She set it down on the floor and licked her lips again, lapping up a massive milk ‘stache with her uncomfortably long tongue. Then she picked up the other jug, fiddled with the stopper for a moment before getting it open… then started again.
Kimi’s brain was having a short circuit from what she was watching. Ushi milk wasn’t just tasty; it was incredibly rich. She’d seen grown ushi women almost three times this woman’s size blow chunks from trying to drink a single gallon in one go, yet this tiny woman was chugging a second gallon? What was going on right now?
Yet it was truly happening. Kimi could plainly hear Sima taking massive gulps of milk, could see her throat moving to accept the milk, and could see the bulge of her belly swelling more and more with each passing second. That drawstring was getting pretty tight around her middle now. Was she really going to drink until she broke her nice robe…?
Just as easily as the first, the second jug was emptied and set down. The yeti leaned back on her couch and sighed contentedly, patting her belly. A roiling gurgle sounded from the bloated gut, which was followed by Sima lazily opening her mouth and letting out a belch that echoed around the room. Then she looked longingly at the empty gallons jugs. “Aw, over already… I still want more though…”
More? She wanted MORE!? Just how bottomless was this little glutton’s gut? Kimi gulped. No, no, don’t get distracted - you’re a merchant at heart! The woman in front of you wants more of your product, so sell it to her! “W-Well, uh… I have more at home if you want it. I’ll need to confirm it with Jenny first, though… I think.”
“Aw, that won’t work…” Sima sighed. She rubbed her belly idly while still staring at the empty jugs. “That would take so long… I’ll be in the middle of my shoot by then…”
A shoot? So this hungry woman was a model of some kind? What kind of shoot were they doing if the model could be bloated like this? Wait, no, that’s not important - sell, Kimi, sell!
“So if I could get some milk to you sooner, then you’d buy some?”
The yeti showed the most energy Kimi had seen yet, her head whipping over to Kimi and nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d buy it all! But it’d have to be really soon, though. Really soon…”
Don’t be embarrassed, Kimi… it’s for the money… “W-Well, uh… Ushi’s do have to milk themselves twice a day, and, uh… I usually milk myself for the night at around this time… so… It would be really fresh, but would that be fine?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Sima sat upright with a wide grin. “Yeah, that works! How much? And how much do I give you?”
Don’t blush, Kimi! You’re making a sale! “Th-That depends on how much you want. It’s twenty-four for another two gallons or a hundred for everything-”
“You can bill Jenny for it,” Sima interrupted, her normally sleepy voice sounding charged. Her droopy eyes sparkled as she stared at Kimi’s chest.
Kimi couldn’t tell if the pounding in her chest was from the excitement of a happy customer or the nerves of having someone stare so hungrily at her teats. “R-Right, ok, I’ll do that. Let me just-” Kimi froze. Oh. Crap. Right. She didn’t have her milking gear. That was at home. Crud. “Oh, uh… s-so small problem… I forgot that I don’t have the gear to milk myself. I, uh, can’t get the milk to you if I don’t have that…”
The disappointment on Sima’s face was almost painful to see. “Really? Well… That’s ok… I guess…”
Crap, now Kimi felt bad! Sure she didn’t really understand why someone whose gut was already filled to bursting with milk was so sad she couldn’t drink more, but she obviously was! And Kimi had just gotten her hopes up! There had to be some way she could-
Oh. Oh, wait. There was. There was a way… but…
Kimi’s face burned a bright red. Oh God, she couldn’t believe she was even suggesting this… “I-I guess… there is a way to get the milk…”
The yeti perked up. “What is it?”
“You would have to…” Oh, God. “Have to…” Her face could not be hotter right now. “Have to… s-s-suck it out... directly…”
A second of silence. Two. Three. Then… “Is that all? Yeah, I’ll do that.”
Is that all? Is that ALL? What WAS this woman to talk like sucking on a woman’s tit for milk was just another Friday night or something!? Ok, calm down Kimi. She was willing. You need money and, to be honest, your bra is getting pretty damn tight since you’re supposed to be home milking right now. Even if she only drinks a liter or two, it’ll still be great for making a good impression on a promising repeat customer. It just took her sacrificing her dignity a little bit. That wasn’t bad… right?
Ok, screw it. It was bad. But when you need to make rent for the month…
“O-Ok then. I guess we’ll… do that, then. Just… uh, is it ok if I lock the door? I don’t want someone to walk in on us when you’re… uh…”
Sima grinned and nodded. “Yeah, do it. I don’t want Jenny to stop me anyways. She always interrupts my munchies during shoot days.”
Brekkie? Well, whatever. Kimi went over and locked the door. Then she turned back around and hesitantly walked over to the couch. Sima scooted over to make room for Kimi. The ushi sat down slowly. Then… she started to take her top off.
She was wearing a stretchy yellow v-neck and red tights since she’d read somewhere that red and yellow make people hungry. It was a hideous color combo, but at least it seemed to be working with this particularly ravenous yeti. She peeled her yellow top off over her chest, making her boobs bounce and wobble, and set it aside. She already felt a little mortified undressing like this in front of a lady she’d never met before ten minutes ago, but… she still kept on, reaching behind her back (with great difficulty), to unhook her special-made bra that could stretch to match an ushi’s growth throughout the day. Her boobs, heavy and distended with the day’s worth of milk, burst the loose bra off and flopped down. Oh jeez, she was already starting to leak a little! As if this couldn’t get any more shameful…
“R-Right… so… ahem…” Kimi coughed. Sima still hadn’t taken her eyes off Kimi’s breasts for a single moment. The ushi took a few steady breaths to settle herself, then continued, “Y-You can start, ok? Just be gentle pleeeeaaaaAAAASE!”
The moment Kimi had said ‘start’, Sima had leaned forward and latched onto one of Kimi’s swollen nipples. Kimi’s fingers dug into the sofa as the yeti sucked on her sensitive peak, almost making Kimi moan. Why did it have to feel SO good to be milked?
Within seconds of Sima’s lips locking onto her chest, Kimi felt a gush of warmth as milk started to flow freely from her. Sheesh, it normally took at least a little work to get her going. She must be a little pent-up. It had been a while since- ah! “N-No teeth! No teeth!”
“‘orry…” Sima mumbled through her mouthful of boob. Her eyes were half-closed and her cheeks were puffed up with warm milk. It almost seemed like she couldn’t handle the flow, but she’d take a particularly large swallow every so often that totally emptied her mouth. Then she would start sucking extra hard again, encouraging Kimi’s breast to pick up the pace.
Honestly, this was torture. Kimi was horrified to be doing this, but at the same time, it felt sooooo gooood. She was even getting paid for this! Which made her feel like a slut. Then again, a breeding ushi was a perfectly valid job back in her hometown and their job was way more slutty than this. Plus, was it even a problem to be slutty? If it was bad, then why did it feel so good? Or maybe it felt good because it was bad? What even was good and bad? What-
“OW! I said no teeth!”
“‘orry…”
Kimi wouldn’t really mind the teeth thing except that Sima seemed to have exceptionally sharp canines and didn’t know how to be gentle with them. She found a good alternative, though. Kimi covered her mouth to suppress a yelp when two soft yet firm hands grabbed either side of her breast and started to massage it. Kimi squirmed in place as Sima’s sharp nails dug softly into her tight chest, encouraging it to gush out more and more milk.
This kept going on endlessly, with Kimi’s body feeling hotter and hotter with every knead of her chest and every pass of Sima’s tongue over her tender nipple. It didn’t even register in Kimi’s head where all this milk was going until, finally, the yeti’s lips popped off of her breast with a little *smack!*. While Kimi regathered herself, panting, a long, wet, and loud burp rumbled up from beside her. It lasted for nearly ten seconds, during which time Kimi looked over and felt her eyes nearly pop out of her skull.
Sima. Was. HUGE. her belly had swollen to an extreme degree, taking up her entire lap and then some. It was pressing down into her thighs, pushing her modest chest up, and was truly pressing her robe to its limit. It was a damned miracle that the drawstring was still in one piece. It nearly bisected her globular belly, cutting a fine line across the rumbling, bubbling ball.
The yeti herself was leaning back, a sleepy, happy look on her face. She was patting her belly softly, resulting in a solid drum-like sound. Her lower face was drenched in milk, which was dripping off her chin and down onto the taut surface of her belly. A violent gurgle echoed through her gut and Sima’s face contorted in discomfort. Another crass belch ripped her jaws apart. Then she lay there again, glutted and exhausted.
Kimi had no words to describe how something so small could drink so much. Honestly, Sima looked like she might burst at any moment. Or so she thought, but Sima pushed her hand into her belly and there was a horrifying amount of give left. How was that POSSIBLE!? She didn’t understand! After drinking so much, how could she still-
Actually how much had she drunk? Kimi looked down at her breasts and grimaced. Her right boob was its normal size, but her left boob was still massively engorged with milk. It was unbelievable that Sima had managed to drink four whole freaking gallons on top of the first two, but now her boobs were heavily uneven. She was gonna looks so dumb walking home…
That’s what Kimi thought, at least, but then she felt herself getting pushed over by a heavy weight pressing into her. On her back on the couch, that same weight sat on top of her stomach. She stared around her breasts to see that Sima had managed to get onto all fours and had crawled on top of her. She had a hungry look in her eyes as she licked her face clean of milk with that tongue of hers. Kimi’s heart skipped a beat. Oh lord, did she really- was she really going to-
She was. Sima latched onto Kimi’s left boob, making the taller woman squeak before she could stop herself. Then she started to moan as Sima went to work, suckling and kneading her milk-heavy breast. Holy crap, it felt so much better this time- “A-Aaah!”
Sima had finally figured out how to use her teeth gently.
Kimi’s toes dug into the sofa below her and she started to pant again. Her body was trembling and heat kept surging from the end of her limbs to the core of her body. Her hands started to grasp for anything she could get ahold of in a vain attempt to ground herself. She ended up planting them firmly against Sima’s swollen belly, which was pressing harder and harder into Kimi’s body with each messy gulp Sima took from Kimi’s teat. God, it was so firm and tight, yet when she pressed in, her fingers could sink in so far. Her belly would immediately slosh back into its original gravid form when her hand retreated, making the tiny woman’s body wobble in place. Honestly, her belly felt oddly similar to Kimi’s own tits when they were engorged with milk, which only made the whole situation weirder… and made Kimi’s body run even hotter.
Sima’s suckling picked up in pace. The sensitive nipple she was toying with sent spasms of pleasure and tension through Kimi’s body. She- She couldn’t take much more of this. She was so tense, so worked up! Her body was on fire and she could barely breathe with all this weight on her! Oh crap, it- oooh, it felt so good! Oh God, oh shit, oh God, oh shit, Oh God, oh SHIT-!
“HUUU-uuuOOOOOoOOOOORORrrrrrPP!”
A wave of hot milk-rich breath washed over Kimi’s beet-red face. Sima had unlatched from Kimi’s deflated teat and was now panting for breath, eyes half-closed. Kimi was breathing just as hard herself, though for entirely different reasons. Jesus f’ing Christ, she’d really almost just- when they weren’t even- if Sima had kept suckling for just a few more seconds, she would’ve just burst, like… damnit.
Speaking of bursting, though, maybe it was good that Kimi had run out of milk when she did. Sima looked fit to pop - for real this time. Kimi’s hands, which were still gripping the yeti’s belly in a vain attempt to ground herself, were having trouble pushing in like they could before. Each attempt was met with heavy resistance from her taut skin and a soft moan from the engorged woman herself. It likely didn’t help that Sima’s belly was now so massively swollen that the formerly small woman was now resting on it rather than on her knees. It also didn’t help Kimi since now all that weight was right on her own gut. Ok, maybe that was why she’d gotten so worked up. She’d always had a little thing for-
*BANG! BANG! BANG*
Kimi started. Th-The door! Someone was at the door! Thank GOD she’d locked it! Sh-She had to hurry, though! The flustered ushi shimmied her way out from under Sima, trying to be gentle so that the truly glutted woman didn’t roll off the couch and pop or something, then hastily pulled her shirt back on. Putting on her bra would take too long, so she just shoved it into her cleavage and hoped she could make it to a bathroom to put it back on without anyone noticing.
The banging on the door had gotten louder the whole time Kimi had been getting around. Finally, she made it to the door and unlocked it. It immediately burst open and in rushed Jenny. “Sima, I swear to FUCK, you better be getting ready for-” Then the blonde woman’s eyes landed on the half-conscious body of Sima and she froze. She looked at Kimi, who was sporting a very guilty face. She glanced down at Kimi’s chest, which was extremely noticeably smaller. Then she looked back to Sima, whose face was covered in milk once again.
Kimi could almost hear the puzzle pieces clicking into place in Jenny’s head. She braced herself, fully ready to get chased out of the building without getting paid, losing out on the repeat customer of a lifetime just because she’d gotten too hot and heavy to stop a model from guzzling herself into a stupor. But then…
“Excuse me, miss… whatever your name is. Where did you say you were from again?”
Kimi blinked. “Uh, Kimi. My name is Kimi. And I didn’t say, but I’m from Kensburrow. It’s a small village about a hundred miles north of here.”
For whatever reason, the look in Jenny’s eyes told Kimi that the last puzzle piece had just clicked into place. She straightened up, cleared her throat, and smiled very kindly at Kimi. “Kim- ah, Ms. Kimi. Please let me reintroduce myself. My name is Jenny Gatinia and I’m the lead production manager for the ‘XL+’ department here at Demi-Vogue magazine.”
Ok, that was a whole bunch of words Kimi didn’t really get. Also, reintroduce? She’d never introduced herself in the first place. Kimi didn’t mind the sudden respect she was getting, though, even if it did confuse the heck out of her. “Uh… ok. Sorry, I don’t read magazines, but I’m sure yours is a great one.”
“Oh, that’s no problem at all! I don’t think we supply any magazines to Kensburrow, so I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of us.” Jenny reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. She pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to Kimi. “Here, payment for your product as well as repayment for the HIGHLY unprofessional conduct-” she shot a livid glance at Sima, who just belched unapologetically, before continuing, “-of one of our models. We hope that her selfish demands didn’t cause you any great discomfort.”
“Oh, uh… N-No, it was no problem at all, really,” Kimi stammered. Ok, now it seemed like Jenny was sucking up to her. What was this? Where was all this going? Also, how much was in this wad of cash? Wait, were these all hundreds? One hundred… two hundred… three, four, five…
What?
“Oh, fantastic!” Jenny said enthusiastically, once again smiling at Kimi. “Then might I ask if you’d be willing to consider an exclusive partnership with our department supplying milk to our models?”
“...What?”
Jenny continued, “Our department specializes in larger-than-life demi-human models. Currently, we can only retain a few models since keeping them fed is such a pricey endeavor, BUT-” Jenny’s sharp eyes glittered ambitiously. “-having a Kensburrow ushi on staff would cut costs dramatically! We could expand our department, hire more hungry, pregnant, and-slash-or plus-sized models, and appeal to an even wider audience!”
“...What?”
“I’ll take that as a sign of interest!” Jenny said happily. She grabbed Kimi’s hand and dragged her from Sima’s room. “If you've got time, can discuss the terms and conditions of your contract right away!”
Kimi, stunned beyond all belief, let herself be dragged away. Her brain was barely functioning at this point, but it looks like, after letting herself get sucked dry by a bottomless yeti, she was… getting a job? A job selling her milk but at a much better price? To women who were likely just as ravenous as Sima?
…Oh God, what had Kimi gotten herself into?
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I'm not gonna comment on the content above like I usually do with my more out-there stuff. Either you love it or you don't, and I think you know which camp I'm in since I wrote this of my own volition.
Coming up this month, we still have a Kyliemas fic as well as the exclusive fic featuring a tummed-up Edelgard! The special somethin'-somethin' I made a post about recently will be up in early March. It's gonna be a doozy, so strap in, y'all~.
Comments
the_bradler
Omg yessss I looove it. more like this please!!!
Iceheart
This was wonderful! Love it
Skellie
Firmly in the "love it" category. Great stuff, from the worldbuilding to the bellies!
