Shapeshifting stacking

While devouring a deformed rat creature, I considered the problem.

This was the seventh small but alien creature that I’d eaten while traveling the thirteen blocks between the corpse of the Fae and my closest body.

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None of the things I’d eaten had given me any particular advantages other than a greyhound looking thing that was able to sprint like a cheetah, but able to also run at half that speed and a mutant pig that was three times as strong as it should have been for its size; the benefits scaled up, too, which was pleasing.

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The moment I finished digesting the Greyhound, I moved on. I hadn’t learned anything new from it, but mass was always useful. The enhanced strength I’d gotten from the… well, bear pig would likely mean that I’d be able to haul the body easily enough, but I was also closing portals as I moved along.

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