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[06:33] Moon The Eclipser: "BRRAARROUURP.. ounngh.." groans Moon, a full two days of hiding having passed and the incredibly full kitty.. less full. Less full but markedly more fat, slouched back on her enormous ass, hands stroking slow circles over the billowing sides of her vast, now less lump-prone gut!
[06:34] System: Your status was set to Online, haven't slept! may drop any second! here's action fighty moon pichttp://artofgorb.deviantart.com/art/war-is-hell-682097293
[06:38] Meta Heaven: "Shhh!" shushes Meta. "You know they've got to be scouring the area right now... A poorly timed burp could be the end of us." He sinks his fingers deep into the adipose layer of her belly, massaging the great expanse of new flesh. "Although I must say, you're doing a fantastic job of digesting that guy. Your body is incredibly efficient, and it seems to have been able to capture a high ratio of the available calories," he explains, grabbing two big handfuls of fat.
[06:40] Moon The Eclipser: Her poor legs - short in the first place - had simply ballooned all the more, straining yet thinner the now skin-thin leather that could barely begin to contain the titanic ass that she sits on. Her feet had swollen without growing in length, making them look almost wider than they were long and necessitating the removal of her boots. Which in turn reveals the now close to 450lb blob of a bombardier's cankles. Her arm was thick with added fat, her breasts heavier in the vest that no longer begins to cover her vast, round gut and her face had at least one extra chin to it. "Mnh-.. sh-.. shcuse me.." she gurgles, breaths heavy as she too strokes that massive stomach.
[06:47] Meta Heaven: "You're lucky that your posterior is big enough to counterbalance your gut and chest. It will make it much easier to for your exoskeleton to function." Meta has been working on a set of power legs to help you support your incredible new weight. They aren't perfect because he's made them entirely out of spare parts scavenged from the garage. "I don't think this model will make you combat ready, but it should certainly be enough to get you back on your feet... when you're ready that is..." He can tell that it will still take some time for the digestion to finish, even though her belly is soft and pillowy now.
[06:51] Moon The Eclipser: Something that they both had to put up with was the huge kittygirl's arse. Eating people produced much in the way of gaseous byproducts and, as a result, much of the massaging had yielded bum noise. Fortunately, it seems inoffensive enough, the prevailing scent of the catgirl, even now, being one of the coconut-themed body wash she had been able to renew the potency of with the help of some valued cosmetics carried in her long since ill-fitting belt. All the disruptions seemed to do was make Moon fidget and blush, her huge meal bringing about certain unwanted side effects. "Hrrghoughhhh.." she moans softly, still feeling the dull ache and the weight inside her stomach, lolling her head back for a second and feeling experimentally around one side. "G-.. good. Am too fat.. to walk by myself, I think.. ouurfffgh.." she lifts her fat little hand, smothering a belch that causes her beyond head-sized breasts to jiggle and shudder.
[06:59] Meta Heaven: "Yes, my friend. Much too fat. Your body should be able to adjust over time enough for you to waddle unassisted, but after gaining so quickly, your body just hasn't developed the muscle yet. Although it'll be your choice whether or not you want to remain at this weight. It definitely reduces your mobility, but if you keep training your stomach, you might be able to improve your vore attacks. There are aesthetics to consider as well, I suppose, but those are up to you. And maybe your lover. Your new assets will command a lot of attention back at the base," Meta mentions with a smile and pats your hip.
[07:02] Moon The Eclipser: "I don't think.. too many people are gonna be too happy.. urfghhhpph.." she groans softly. While she might have a small handful of admirers (in times of want, those representative of plenty such as Moon never more was than now), was she really fit for battle now? She had been told to reserve her talent for only the more dire and necessary of circumstances - and was this one necessary? She groans again softly, tiny, bloated feet curling as another turn of her stomach yields a moment of discomfort. For all her size.. and for the fact that she had not two days ago swallowed a high ranking officer.. she was really rather delicate. Vulnerable. A big, slow, soft, weak target, in need of Meta's absolute dedication and care. "H-.. how much.. bigger am I gonna.. hyurrp.. get?" Considerably. Her meal was only half-way done.
[07:05] Moon The Eclipser: those representative of plenty such as Moon were bound to gain some fans*
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[07:13] System: Fenris Akilli is online.
[07:13] Meta Heaven: "How much bigger... Hm..." Meta conducted a few brief scans. "Roughly 50% larger. Try to prepare yourself mentally for the body which you are about to possess. You'll have to relearn how to maneuver yourself, and you'll have to reshape your self image. It's true that many people will be intimidated by your size. At the very least, you'll always have me. But I'd be surprised if there wasn't a percentage of the population that would find your new form enticing. It is my understanding of human males that they are attracted primarily to the secondary sex characteristics. And yours are... well, you have a lot. So that should be a good thing, I think..." He repositions himself to massage her tiny chubby feet.
[07:13] System: Fenris Akilli changed status to Online, Net issues!! *very angry fen at net*
[07:20] Moon The Eclipser: And her feet, tingling as they are in their supremely fattened up state, yield for Moon perhaps her greatest pleasure yet, her ears wiggling and eyes closing, breath caught short as she stretches her swollen legs towards the affection. As much as she can with them so divided by the stomach that weighs heavily between trunk-like thighs. "Ouurfghhhh.." she groans softly, bloated little toes splaying and wriggling in his affection, her legs looking almost as if bending them at all was going to be a chore. Did she even have knees anymore? "Yhgh-.. Fi-.. fifty per cent?" she murmurs, unable to imagine weighing any more than she did now. Another half of herself. Far too fat for her to move unassisted. When the remains were dealt with - whose existence she had not factored into her own private, hazy calculations - she might be pushing.. what? 600lbs? Something like that? She didn't know. Maths was not her strong suit. "I'm not gonna.. fgh-.. fit in the barracks beds anymore.. ourhnngh.."
[07:27] Meta Heaven: Meta laughs. "No, you won't fit at all. That's a good thing though! You'll get a nice big bed all to yourself. You're a hero now, remember? They won't mind accommodating you for the the consequences of fulfilling your duties." He works his thumbs into her soft soles, all the way from her heel to her toes. Then he brings her foot up to her face and gently nibbles on her fat little toes. "I'd say you might end up around 600 pounds," he adds, confirming her estimate. "Imagine that. There will be so much you." He works his hands up her calves, massaging them. "It is not without benefits. There is more surface area to enjoy. You'll be less affected by recoil, potentially improving your aim."
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[07:32] Moon The Eclipser: How such tiny, surprisingly smooth and well-kept feet could ever hope to balance let alone carry such a broad, full-shaped, utterly rotund mass of bombardier was a mystery. But then it was obvious: without some form of mechanical assistance, they just wouldn't. No matter how much her ankles too had swollen, seguing effortlessly into calves that looked even now perhaps as thick as Meta's waist each, her legs would surely splinter beneath her. She moans softly, foot barely crinkling as it curls, the skin pulled so tight on its flabby mass. Her toes smelled a bit like her new boots. New boots and her flesh, of which there was just so much. At some point, Moon had laid back. Laid in such a way that it was impossible to imagine her getting up ever again, all that Meta sees being her enormous belly rising high beyond the pants-clad pubis nestled between bulbous thighs and the dramatically bloated underbelly, her pants swollen with the lowermost reaches of her stomach. "..and at least.. I can sit on enemies more.. better now.." she observes drearily.
[07:39] Meta Heaven: "Yes, your butt is a lethal weapon now," Meta snickers. He continues working up her calf until he gets to her knee. He tries to dig through the fat so that he can massage the tendons and muscles underneath. Even though you haven't gotten up in two days, even moving her legs a few inches requires a lot of strength, and her muscles are as overtaxed as her digestive system. "You're doing so well. Your body has accomplished an amazing feat. Even though you're only about halfway through the process, the worst is behind you now. Just relax until it's time for us to leave." He starts up her thighs. It's slow progress because there is just so much thigh to work with, but it's necessary to work over her new flesh to promote healthy blood flow.
[07:43] Moon The Eclipser: By any other means - if, say, she was a glutton of more conventional food - the sight of Moon would be a pathetic one. Catgirls had a tradition of being slim, trim, agile, demure. But Moon was.. a blob. A kittygirl who had eaten herself into a state of immobility and who could barely pass a belch without assistance from someone else. She groans very softly, weakly as she lays there, stroking her hands in small circles along the billowing, aching sides of her enormous, doughy stomach as it heaves out of the opening down the middle of her unzipped armour, her breasts only prevented from crowding her face by the thick, bulbous second chin that was rapidly developing. "H-.. how much.. do you think I'll be able to.. eat when I'm done..?" she practically whispers, now able to with her stomach less profoundly raucous. Bigger catgirl, bigger targets? But then, what of her mobility then? How much could technology help her if she was 900lbs? Or 1000?
[07:44] Moon The Eclipser: bigger targets for her to take out, that is*
[07:59] Meta Heaven: "There is not enough data for me to give you an accurate estimate. You are... a unique catgirl. The man you ate was roughly twice your size. Would you be able to swallow a half ton opponent after this? Maybe? Probably not? I don't know. I think if you were to consume a target the same size as the general, it would not be as great of a strain. I have no doubt that you would be able to handle a 600 pound opponent after this. Of course, that would make you even more reliant on robotics. It is a tempting idea to invest in a powerful exoskeleton for you. You could have super human strength, speed, and exceptional armor. Your bombardier skills would make you a long range threat, and your vore skills would make your an even greater threat in close proximity. As a regular, unaided soldier you would be useless. A slow, fat blob cat," he chuckles and pats your blubber. "But with the assistance of technology and your natural abilities, you could become a super soldier." If Meta was a human, he'd be too turned on by the prospect of a half ton Moon to have such lucid ideas. She already has so much soft, sensual flesh... Luckily he is an emotionless machine.