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Akali tossed her duffel bag on one of the benches, heaving a sigh as she undid her hair. It fell in thick waves around her shoulders, and she gave it a shake to break up the clinging moisture therein. Shows like this always left her so sweaty and gross, she wasn’t sure how Kai’Sa and Evelynn could go without a pre-press conference shower, especially Kai since she did the majority of the dancing.

Her ears caught the distinctive, rhythmic clicking of Ahri’s heels as she pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside along with her jacket. She turned to look at the fox, modest chest on full display. As expected of K/DA’s leader, Ahri looked immaculate, even after the show. It was a wonder she even bothered to clean herself up, but more than anyone else, image was important to her.

“Hell of a show, huh?” Akali said, grinning, “My lyrics get more fire every time I get on stage, don’t you think? Guess all that practice is finally paying off.” It’d been the biggest show of the year, and with that in mind, Akali had absolutely killed it. She’d gone up on stage and practically lit the whole place aflame. If those internet popularity polls were any indication, she was far and away the most popular member of the group.

Ahri gave her a small smile in return, the same one she always gave during interviews and press conferences. Charming, coy, but just open enough to be warm and inviting. She’d drop her eyelids just enough that one could confuse her friendliness for lust. She called it her “Everyone Loves Ahri” look. In this business, it was good to be confident in oneself—otherwise, how could you even go onstage?—but Ahri’s confidence was supernatural. She looked like she could cause the dead to rise in her wake. Truthfully, it made Akali a bit jealous.

“It was fine,” she said, “but I think we can all do a little better in the future.” The same answer she nearly always gave. “We can’t expect to please people if we’re not doing our best every time we take the stage, can we?” Her crystalline tails had reverted back to their natural fluffy pink state—Ahri always allowed the glamour on them to drop once she was backstage.

Akali crossed her arms. “I don’t know, I thought it was pretty damn good. You seen the kind of ratings we’re getting lately? Top of the charts, everyone loves us…I’ve even started edging you out on the popularity polls.” Ahri was already stripping off her clothes, unfazed by Akali’s prodding.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s nice. We have the press conference to go to in an hour and a half, so let’s get moving. Don’t want to show up looking like we just got done with a marathon.” Akali’s smile faltered, seeing Ahri’s generous breasts come free of her outfit, so soft and perky, capped with perfect pink nipples…just like everything that was perfect about her. Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect sly smile, perfect hair and perfect teeth…Akali wasn’t exactly a hard-luck story, but she wasn’t the pop princess that her band leader was, and it rankled her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it.” Akali pulled off her socks and tights, adding them to the pile alongside her shorts and, soon after, underwear. She stretched her naked body, feeling a small pop somewhere in her lower back. “You don’t think that’s cool, though? I mean, I think it’s pretty cool.” Ahri hummed in response, down to her underwear now as well. “Might even make me think about putting out some solo work, you know?”

Ahri glanced over her shoulder, that small smile still hovering on her face. “Akali, sweetheart, I know what you’re trying to do, but no, you’re not going to do any solo work. You’re not ready for it yet.” That made Akali’s hackles go up, and what she intended to be a smooth retort instead came out as a growl.

“That so?” Ahri picked up on the edge in her voice, turning and giving her a full view of her body. She’d seen it a million times before, but now something about it made her want to tear Ahri’s head off. Breasts big enough to fill a hand each, trailing down to a flat, perfectly-toned stomach and wipe hips, athletic thighs, and even her calves were immaculate. If not for the fact that she breathed, one could think she was a statue carved by the hands of a master craftsman.

“That’s so,” Ahri said matter-of-factly. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, or crush your dreams, or whatever, but you’re not there yet just because you’re winning some polls on some K-Pop websites. You’re riding high right now, but I’ve been in the business long enough to tell you that when you jump the gun on stuff like this, you wind up worse off than when you started. Just stick with me for a few more years and you’ll figure yourself out.”

Akali took a step forward. “Oh, is that what it is?” Her voice rose to a shrill yell despite herself. “You know what I think? I think you’ve had your time in the sun, and you’re just trying to keep me from getting a piece of mine! I think all you want is to make sure you’re the only one who can stay on top!”

Ahri just raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve been in the business way longer than you, Akali, and I know how this stuff goes, okay? Like I said, you’ve got a good thing right now, but that could change tomorrow. You need more time to develop. You’ve got a lot of talent, you just need the experience to back it up, that’s all. Okay? We done? We’re in the same group, Akali. You don’t need to be so combative.” She turned away, not noticing Akali clenching her fist, looming behind her.

“Yeah? Well guess what? You might be more experienced than me, but there’s two things I’ve got over you.” Ahri started to turn her head and say something, but Akali grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as the fox yelped in pain. “I’m younger than you…” her stomach let off a deep, ravenous growl. “…and I’m hungrier.”

Ahri’s scream of distress was cut off when Akali shoved her head inside her drooling maw, her knees immediately going weak at the incredible taste of her leader. Sweet and floral, but with a distinct meatiness to it—if she ate food this good all the time instead of road food, she probably wouldn’t have minded gaining a little extra weight!

Ahri kicked off the locker unexpectedly, sending the two of them tumbling back. Akali grunted as she slammed into the opposite bank of lockers, the blow knocking the wind out of her, and wrapped her thighs around Ahri’s waist, holding tightly onto her. Like hell she was going to let go now, not while she had the fox right where she wanted her!

Her hands slipped and slid across Ahri’s sweat-slick flesh, searching for a handhold to help steady her while she ate. Not immediately finding one, she took her chances and swallowed, Ahri’s head filling her throat with a wailing bulge which wriggled back and forth, her furry ears tickling the sensitive flesh.

As Ahri’s body shifted deeper into her, Akali’s probing fingers finally found their mark—a deep, warm wet spot between the fox’s legs. She didn’t think for a moment before jamming two fingers into her leader’s slit, prompting a cry from inside her throat somewhere between indignant and lustful. The fox’s fingers flexed desperately, trying to fire off some magic, conjure up something that would stop her younger groupmate, but with her arms pinned to her shoulders, she could only direct it back behind her.

She jammed her fingers deeper, keeping her thumb pressed against the fox’s thick thighs, and jerked her arms up, swallowing at the same time to clear Ahri’s shoulders in one smooth motion. Now she was at the real challenge—that chest which had made Ahri famous even back in her bubblegum pop days.

Using her free hand to push down on one of those fat tits, Akali twisted her digits, cranking poor Ahri’s snatch like a lever and pulling back with her whole body, even using her thighs to squeeze the fox up and into her mouth to force her deeper. One breast glided past her teeth with a pop and the other followed shortly after, stretching Akali’s jaw uncomfortably wide. She tried to swallow, Ahri’s pained cries reaching her ears from somewhere deep in her chest, but her body simply shuddered and rejected those foxy breasts.

Having come this far, and knowing if she quit now, her career would be over, Akali awkwardly got to her feet, steadying her back against the lockers and edging toward the shower with Ahri’s flailing legs and lashing tails still hanging out of her. She had to cradle her belly with one hand and use the opposite arm to hold the fox’s legs, dragging her the entire way to the showers.

As she stumbled into the green-tiled area, she made for the nearest showerhead, cursing how short she was. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get close to it, turning it on and letting the cold water beat down on Ahri’s bare belly, which provoked another fit of squirming. From her position, she couldn’t do much but try to kick the wall, which Akali prevented easily by holding her legs down.

With the steadily flow of water into her mouth, Ahri’s heavy breasts finally loosened up enough to slide down the ninja’s throat, making a cartoonishly large bulge in her gullet. However, that dam breaking had the side effect of transferring a heap of momentum right down Akali’s throat, and with the rest of Ahri’s body already wet down, Akali swallowed the entirety of her torso in one massive gulp, sending the fox splatting face first into the spongy depths of her gut. That, at last, silenced her, with a little help from the water pooling at the bottom.

Ahri’s legs and tails went from furiously thrashing to twitching, Akali’s stomach filling with the sound of panicked burbling. Whatever Ahri was saying was lost under the waves of water crashing down into the ninja’s gut, which went from a lumpy, irregular bulge to smooth and rounded as she drank more.

Sliding over Ahri’s thighs, Akali tilted her head back and allowed her to slide the rest of the way down, a final lurid gulp around her toes leaving just her limp tails on the outside. Pursing her lips, Akali sucked hard, slurping the long, fluffy masses up until they passed her lips. Schlup!

Eyes fluttering in the throes of her sheer gluttony, Akali leaned back against the shower wall, letting the water run down over her head, between her shoulder blades and over her painfully stretched belly. The cool water soothed her, and she started to catch her breath, wincing with every furious kick to her innards.

“Try to tell me what to do,” she panted, “try to tell me I’m ‘not ready’. Well there’s what I think of your fuckin’ advice, bitch. I think you’re the one who wasn’t ready for what I got!” Her triumphant laugh trailed off into a groan of pain as Ahri shifted inside her, an imprint of her fist stretching up near the top of her belly before snapping back into place.

She frowned. “Settle down in there! You’re just food for the after-party now. Hope you go to all the right places—I wouldn’t say no to getting some new curves for my solo career. It’d make me look better on all those magazine covers.” Ahri howled, righting herself so that her head was away from the choking water.

“Akali, you’ve got no idea what you’re doing! Please, just let me out, now, before this gets any worse! I won’t say anything, we can just go back to like it was before!” The ninja’s muscular stomach clenched down on her, producing a terrified yelp. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to criticize you like that, just let me out!” The ninja’s response was simply to stretch and shake it gut back and forth, making it slosh and wobble wildly.

“Piss off. You think I’m going to let you out just because you beg a little? I would’ve thought you weren’t the type. I guess everyone’s full of surprises today. Well, actually, I’m full of dumb bitch fox. All that magic and you can’t even stop me, huh? Guess it makes sense—make weak-ass music, be a weak-ass meal.” What she hadn’t noticed until now was that her stomach was beginning to glow bright blue, swelling even more than it already had.

“Oh, you thought that was real?” The whiny tone had completely fled Ahri’s voice, replaced by cocksure bravado. “That’s cute. I was just buying time to concentrate now that I’ve got my hands free. You like the look of this spell?” Before she could answer, Akali’s stomach expanded another several inches, looking like an overinflated beach ball. “At least this way your body matches that ego of yours.

“Don’t get used to it, though. When I fire this off, the shower’s going to get a new Akali-colored coat of paint.” Akali’s mind was racing, trying to think of some way to stop it, when she remembered the shower. Hurriedly turning it back on, she drank down the water—even if her belly was already stretched to the point of popping, maybe it would break Ahri’s concentration. Unfortunately for her, the fox was unfazed.

“Nice try, sweetie. I’ll give you one more second to say goodbye.” Akali’s face was beet red, and sweat mixed with the water trailing in fat lines down her belly. She felt something inside her threaten to snap at the sound of Ahri’s voice. “Time’s up.”

Her stomach exploded outward like a bomb had gone off inside, the flesh stretching to its absolute limit and sending a wave of blinding pain through the ninja’s body. She was thrown backward, slamming into the wall, and slumped to the ground.

Yet, despite that, her stomach held fast. It was bright red and producing a gamut of sickened churns and gurgles, but intact, and Ahri had gone still inside. Her experimental poking showed she was still in one piece, but she certainly hadn’t done herself any favors, blowing herself up like that. She shivered at Akali’s touch, somehow still conscious, and loosed a long, low groan of pain. Feeling like death, but knowing she still had work to do, Akali forced herself to her feet, stumbling unsteadily.

That sent a rush of air up her throat, exiting as a rattling, sour belch. “Hurrrrrrp!” Akali stuck out her tongue, sloshing her tummy around with both hands. “Geez, I never would’ve expected you’d taste this bad coming back up. Urrrrp.” She spat, feeling her aching belly start to settle into the steady rhythm of digestion, Ahri’s voice reduced to barely-audible whimpers.

“Well,” she said, turning off the shower, “I think I’m all brup clean now. Why don’t you get used to your new home while I go say hi to Evelynn and Kai?” It was easy to be smug now that it was all over, but in the moment, she’d been sure that was the end. Now, though? Hopefully Ahri had been the one to give her the toughest challenge, she wasn’t sure she could take anything else.

Her whole body ached as she dried off and dressed herself, scowling at the sight of how ill-fitting her outfit was now. Her shirt couldn’t hope to cover her heavy, bloated belly and her half-pants were sagging down, her belt buckle hidden fully under the hanging mass of her burbling gut. Even trying to sinch it up had set off a series of wet belches. Whatever, she didn’t need it to fit well, she just needed it to cover her. At least her jacket, which was intentionally a bit small to begin with, still fit around her shoulders well.

She knew she couldn’t leave her work unfinished—if the other girls got away, they’d tell the media she’d gone crazy and eaten Ahri for no reason, they’d ruin her. Besides that, she needed them to contribute to her curves. She grabbed Ahri’s clothes, using her kama to slice off a chunk of it as a trophy. Ahri had also left her mic, so she snatched that, tucking it between her cleavage.

Making her way into the hall, Akali immediately felt everyone’s eyes on her, staring at her engorged gut. They wouldn’t dare to say anything to her, of course, knowing how fiery her temper could be. At best they’d get knocked on their asses, at worst they’d join Ahri in there.

The pain was starting to fade into a dull ache now, and oddly, Akali still felt hungry. As she closed in on Evelynn’s dressing room, Ahri’s whines vanished, buried under the gurgling of her stomach. If nothing else, at least she’d learned her place. Testing the doorknob, Akali grinned upon seeing it was unlocked. She eased it open, slinking inside.

Evelynn was sitting with her back to the door, and didn’t seem to notice it being opened. The room was dark, as usual, with only the dim glow of Evelynn’s phone illuminating her. She crept further in, making her way up behind the huge, plush swivel chair she sat in. With a plan already forming in her mind, Akali undid her belt, letting her pants drop around her ankles, and turned around, her backside roughly level with Evelynn’s head. No need for speeches this time.

“Hey, Evelynn!” she called, watching with glee as the shadowy woman spun around in her chair.

“Yes, what do you…” She trailed off as she saw Akali’s plump, bare ass in her face. “…what-HRRMPH!” She flailed her arms and kicked her legs as the ninja mushed it into her face, rubbing it back and forth. Evelynn pushed away as best she could, trying get some room to get away, but Akali’s powerful ass held her tightly in place until, a moment later…

Schlurp! Evelynn’s head slid straight into her groupmate’s rectum, the tight ring of muscle stretching around her skull, then compressing again around her neck. Akali’s face flushed, her tongue lolling out as waves of pleasured rocketed up her spine, exploding like lustful fireworks in her brain.

“Oh shit!” she cried, before moaning so loud she was worried someone might hear it. “That’s it, just sink right into me, Ev…no need to fight it, I’ve already got you.” She grinned, lips twitching and a bright blush across the bridge of her nose. “Just relax and I’ll take it from here. You always did say I could use a bigger butt…”

Evelynn screamed something back at her, but in the depths of her bowels, it was impossible to tell what. She cupped her ear, tilting her head down toward the bulge steadily slithering through her large intestine as she wriggled her ass further down, starting to advance over Evelynn’s shoulders.

“Sorry Ev, you’ve gotta speak up. Can’t hear you all the way down there.” She snickered, but a whoosh of cold air just past her ear make her blood freeze. She looked back to see one of Evelynn’s lashers, sharpened to a wicked point, embedded in the chair. Just then, Evelynn’s voice reached her.

“I’m going to make mincemeat out of you, you bitch!” She punctuated it by swiping a lasher through the air with a sharp rush of air, slicing through the space where Akali’s head had been a moment earlier, the ninja ducking away from it. Even if Evelynn couldn’t see, she was deadly accurate, it seemed.

Continuing her slow descent down Evelyn’s body, Akali was forced to dodge swipes, stabs and cuts from her livid meal, the whipping lashers going through whatever they touched like butter. Thanks to the ninja’s fast reflexes, it wasn’t her they were getting a hold of. She ducked and weaved around the deadly blades expertly, only losing a few locks off the very end of her ponytail when they cut too close for comfort.

“Just give it up!” she shouted, finally passing Evelynn’s shoulders and sliding down her stomach in short order to reach her hips. With her lashers still free but disappearing rapidly, Evelynn loosed a roar from somewhere around Akali’s duodenum.

“You are not getting away with this, you dumb little shit! I’ve stepped on ants that had more personality than you!” Her lashers went rigid, both points angled murderously at Akali. “Dodge this, you slutty street trash!” She stabbed over and over, shredding the back of her chair to pieces in a fevered, desperate attempt to perforate her predator, seemingly uncaring of her own safety. “Die, die, die! I’ll make you feel so much pain you’ll wish you were never born!”

Akali’s ass was stretched so wide around Evelynn’s hips, her brain could hardly handle the pleasure long enough to get her out of the way of the assault. Even while her slit drooled and her tongue lolled out, her body acted on instinct, jerking her this way and that to avoid injury. Years and years of MMA training in action. She twisted and rolled her hips around Evelynn’s body, stretching her belly around her bulge until it was nearly latex-tight.

Mercifully, as Akali was tiring out, she swayed just the right way, pivoting her hips and allowing her overstretched rear to slide down over Evelynn’s lower body, squeezing her in all the way to her calves. Her insults were silenced when her head squished through a tight ring of muscle into Akali’s stomach proper, pressed into the gradually-forming pool of Ahri soup inside her.

From there, it was almost no work at all for Akali to finish her off, readjusting the position of her rear on the chair to slam it down, sending Evelynn’s wriggling feet to meet the rest of her. She slumped back in the diva’s chair, licking her lips as she played her fingers over her enormous gut.

She was full. Not just the sort of full she’d experienced when she had too much to eat at dinner parties or when she finally got her hands on food after a day on the road. This was a whole-body fullness that extended from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, washing over her in a languid stupor that just felt so good. She relaxed herself completely, letting her gut fill her lap, and just watched the soft motions of her groupmates from inside.

Since she’d come in from the bottom, that’s where Evelynn had gotten stuck, and Akali saw that she was still squirming vigorously. She jiggled the underside of her gut, eliciting a bout of muffled, furious shrieking. The swell of her head was located somewhere around Akali’s liver, with her toned butt sticking out diagonally near her small intestine.

Ahri was positioned on top, spread partway across Evelynn’s body with her tails pressing into the side of Akali’s gut. Though she was still conscious, she was beginning to fade, breaking down into a thick, nutritious slurry. She’d probably stay solid til the end of the press conference, but packing Kai’Sa in on top of her…well, it didn’t really matter if she held together, but Akali wanted her to see the reaction she got, to know she was wrong after all.

Something scratching her leg caught her attention, and upon looking down, Akali saw both of Evelynn’s lashers, still hanging partway out of her ass. With a grin, she flexed her cheeks, slurping them up with a juicy splut.

“That’s two down,” she said, giving her belly a small squeeze with her thighs to push out a deep belch, “and one to go. Hope you two don’t mind that I’m probably gonna be ‘sampling’ you in most of my future performances.” Evelynn thrashed beneath Ahri, who could only twitch feebly in response.

While she would have loved to bask in her fullness forever, she still had Kai to deal with. Oh no, Kai…she was already so full she felt like she was going to burst, and she still had to get her and her legendary ass down. The thought made her guts do a flip, and she pressed her fingers to her mouth to try and suppress a bitter belch, making her cheeks puff out. “Brrrrrrrp!” She thumped her chest, pushing herself up and snatching Evelynn’s glasses off her shelf to add to her trophies.

“As nice as it just being the three of us is, I think Kai’s gonna get lonely if I don’t keep you together. Can’t have the group splitting, right?” She could barely walk with her center of gravity so off, using her thighs and lower back to support herself as she waddled to the door. It was all she could do to keep from falling on her face as she tripped into the hall. She went stiff to steady herself, causing her gut’s momentum to lurch forward, up and back before it finally settled, the ninja feeling like she was about to puke.

She unsteadily made her way down the hall, clutching at the roiling shapes in her overfull middle, until she neared the end, where it turned toward the main stage. She could hear the crew setting up and checked her phone—just half an hour to go.

A flash of gold caught her eye, and she ducked back behind the corner before peeking out again. That was Kai, alright, and in that same shiny gold getup she’d worn to the pop awards. The same awards Akali hadn’t even gotten an invite to, other than a seat in the audience. She grit her teeth—she could dance so much better than her, even incorporate her martial arts into her moves, and it was Kai who got all the attention? Well, after today, they wouldn’t have much choice but to pay attention to her.

No stage gear apart from her outfit meant no big, tricky wings to get down, and that if Akali got the drop on her, she might be able to glut her down before she could fight her off. Then again, maybe she’d take her time with her, show her just where she was going to end up. After all, it’d be a nice little bit of revenge for getting left out.

As she passed the corner, Akali leapt out, snatching her by the hair, covering her mouth with her other hand, and bending her back over her stuffed gut. Kai struggled, reaching up to punch at Akali and scuffing the floor with her shoes, but the awkward angle she was held at left her swinging at air. Akali pulled her a bit closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Hey Kai. You look pretty good tonight. Think you’d mind sharing a little of that with me?” She screamed indignantly into Akali’s hand, provoking a giggle from her. “No? Yeah, that’s fine, no big deal. Ahri and Ev said the said thing, but I got them to see it my way.” Her gut lurched, muffled whining filling the air, and Kai’s eyes went wide. She began to fight twice as hard, wrenching her body around to try and at least land a hit on Akali, who had no problem controlling her.

“Trying to fight’s not gonna change anything, Kai. I’m going solo, so I need you out of the way. I’d say it’s not personal, but…you know. Not exactly happy I got passed over for that award, so I’ll just take you instead. Fair deal?” She growled and mumbled something, jerking hard in Akali’s grip. “Yeah, I thought so too.” Kai shouted uselessly as Akali lowered her mouth toward her, pulling her mask down around her throat.

The euphoric feeling of Kai’s head filling her mouth sent a shiver up the ninja’s spine, her face flushing as she swallowed hard. The dancer’s head made a tight bulge in her gullet, mouth open in a muffled scream. She fought with Kai, twisting her body around so their breasts were squished together.

Akali wanted to get Kai down as fast as she could, but something about her taste made her heart start skipping beats and her groin heat up. She started to excitedly rub her thighs together, the thought of packing even more meat into her already enormous gut, ignoring its pleas for mercy just for her own pleasure driving her insane.

Just a few moments into eating her, Kai stopped being a person to Akali, just something else to stuff into her belly, something else to fill the space which felt emptier with each passing moment that she wasn’t full of her squirming, fat booty. She aggressively grabbed Kai by the hips, digging her fingers into the sleek material of her pants to anchor her grip.

Her meal squealed as she hoisted her up into the air, high heels waving as she kicked her feet, yelling at Akali to stop, but if she was being heard, it was all just a messy word slurry to the ninja, mirroring the future state of her gut. She wasn’t even sure she could process language right now, so deep in the throes of pleasure.

The moment she passed Kai’s arms and chest, she let go of her pants, content to let gravity aid her with the rest of the work. Kai’s feet scuffed the floor as she kicked, but already being halfway in, there wasn’t much she could do. With her neck craned back and Kai’s legs sticking straight up, Akali used one hand to pull open the waistband of her shorts, shoving the other down them and between her legs.

She moaned around her food’s body, wagging her head back and forth to slide her further and further down her gullet. She could already feel her pooling inside, pressing into the tangled, sweaty, softening masses of Ahri and Evelynn. Her mind was blanking, shorted out by so much pleasure, and her eyes rolled back, the lids fluttering. A stream of drool leaked down her chin, dripping onto her chest as she passed her meal’s hips, moving on to her legs.

Thankfully, they weren’t nearly as tough to deal with as her butt. The round, bubbly booty filled her mouth to the point of painfully stretching her jaw. She kneaded it with her tongue and teeth, provoking annoyed squeaks down in her gut, and when she swallowed, her throat swelled out hugely, the plump cheeks stretching out her skin.

Beads of sweat formed on her face with the strain, but another swallow took care of it, Akali’s whole body tensing. She was moments from cumming, but she wanted to wait, to savor it and let it happen as she finished her food.

Slurping down those long legs, Akali didn’t even bother to strip off the dancer’s golden high heels, so obsessed with glutting her down that she didn’t care, working her teeth over them and swallowing them down too. The heels scratched her throat on the way down, but she was on such a gluttonous high that the irritation didn’t even register.

As Kai emptied out into her gut, Akali felt something crunch deep inside her, probably some part of Ahri or Evelynn giving way, and screamed, yanking down her shorts to splatter the hallway floor with her cum, the pearlescent juices shimmering between her legs.

She slumped back against the wall, panting, soaking in the radiant joy of absolute fullness. The girls thrashed inside her, but nothing they did could so much as stir her happy tummy, she just felt way too good to care. Her stomach gurgled and churned, working on breaking her groupmates down into slurry.

“Oooorrrrrrrp!” A hard burp rocked Akali’s body, splattering Kai’s shoes against the wall. They clattered to the ground, and she grabbed them up with a smirk, hanging them around her finger by the straps as rivulets of saliva dripped onto the floor from the heels.

“Guess you won’t need these,” she said, “hope you don’t mind if I take ‘em. They’ll look good in my dressing room.” She hung the heels from her belt, heading for the stage as her gut lurched with the squirms of the other girls. “Oh, and quit fighting in there. You’re all just food now anyway.”

The positively stuffed rapper shuffled down the hall, toward where the press conference was being set up. It was only a few minutes until she went on, but when the crew, including the group’s stage manager, saw her, they flipped.

“Akali, why in the fuck do you look like you swallowed a whale? Where are the other girls!?” The manager’s face was full of a mixture of confusion and rage.

Akali waved a hand dismissively, then slapped the side of her gut. “They’re bhurrrrp around.” The manager was about to argue when one of the showrunners stepped out from the stage to tell him K/DA was on. He looked between Akali and her belly, then threw up his hands and sighed.

“Fine, get out there and tell them whatever you’re gonna tell them. I guess we can talk afterward…” Akali grinned, pulled up her mask and, hefting her sagging gut in her hands, made her way up to the stage.

The crowd rose to a fervent cheer as the announcement for K/DA came, then immediately fell silent when they saw Akali gracelessly wheelbarrowing her belly with her hands, the still-struggling forms of her groupmates showing clearly in the stretched skin. They were silent all the way until she got to the table laid out for them, each girl having one hand mic between them. Heaving her belly up, Akali dropped it with a loudly, squishy thump on the table, causing a bout of feedback as the mics jumped a few inches.

Murmurs of confusion spread through the crowd as, with a wide smirk on her face, Akali waved over one of the crew members. She pointed out a few spots on her belly, then pointed to the mics. The young man diligently lined the mics up just as she’d instructed, each just a few inches from one of the wriggling bulges, filling the room with the faint, echoing sound of the others’ struggling. Once that was done, Akali pulled out what she’d stolen from each of the other girls, tossing them on the table in a puddle of drool which dripped from Kai’s shoes.

Ahri’s stage mic, a shred of her outfit’s distinctive black leather, Evelynn’s glasses, and Kai’Sa’s golden high heels all now coated in a thick layer of sticky drool which immediately soaked into the table cloth. She arranged them so everyone could see—after all, they were just her trophies now. She whipped off her belt to give her gut some more room, laying it alongside the others.

That only made the crowd more curious, so Akali picked up her mic to clue them in. “Well, obviously you can see things have changed,” she said, “and I’m not exactly in my normal shape. That’s because I’m here to make a real exciting announcement. I’m going solo.” The crowd came unglued, whooping and screaming and chanting her name, several in the front row telling her they’d always known she was the best. Once they finally quieted down, a few of the reporters in front started asking questions. Akali pointed one out.

“Akali, why are you making a move like this? And what’s with the…new look?”

She tapped the table near the discarded accessories. “Even if it hasn’t been very long, I think I’ve just outgrown this group, talent-wise. Maybe it’s a little harsh, but you know me, I don’t hold anything back. I’m not gonna sit around for years waiting on my big break, I’m gonna go out there and get it myself. As for the new look…” She rubbed the swell of Kai’s ass, sitting near the top of the pile, her other hand jabbing Evelynn in the head, with Ahri’s melting remains sandwiched between them. “It’s just temporary. At least until we settle ‘negotiations’. Next question.” Akali pointed to another reporter.

“It’s obviously exciting to hear the breakout member of K/DA is going to pursue a solo career, but I’m sure everyone wants to know what your first move will be.” Akali considered that for a moment. Not the kind of question she wanted to answer, better to just duck it.

She squeezed her gut up between her hands, crushing everyone together with a thick, wet gurgle that reverberated through the mics on the table, and let it drop again, feeling Ahri go to pieces at last to the tune of a juicy plrrch. A little hiccup rocked her body, and she sloshed her belly around a bit more.

“Judging by that…I think my first move is gonna be to the bathroom, after this is over.” The crowd erupted into raucous laughter as Akali patted her stomach with both hands. As it started to settle, she indicated another of the journalists. “You next.”

“Akali, we can all tell you’re happy about the choice to go solo, but I have to wonder, what do your groupmates think about all this? Surely they would want to keep the group together.”

Akali nodded. “Well, let me start by saying the group is staying together.” She pressed down on the top of her gut, letting it spring back with a meaty slosh. “As for what they think…let’s ask ‘em.”

She spun the mic in her fingers, found a nice bloated spot on her upper abdomen around her ribs, and jammed it right into a chunk of Ahri, which broke apart into more nutritious slurry, only this time everyone could hear it. This caused a loud, gaseous bubbling in Akali’s gut, and she pulled her mask away, culminating in a belch that didn’t even need a microphone to fill the whole arena.

“uuUUUOORRP!”

The crowd went wild. All that talk about how she’d fail from Ahri and yet here she was, showing these people would support her the whole way. Had there ever been any doubt? One of the journalists stepped forward.

“Akali, is there anything you want to say to your loyal fans as you transition to this next phase of your career?” She didn’t hesitate, moving the mic back to her mouth with a smug smirk.

“Yeah. To everyone watching out there: Just keep your eyes on me now.”