Clearly we need to celebrate your return with a few tons of lard being pumped down Yomi's throat~ In fact... why not every one of your muses... And really pack them full and groaning... just on the edge of bursting...~
"Ooouuughhhh... BURRPPPLHH~ Too mucshhhh..."
Restraint was never a word in Yomi's dictionary, and she wasn't one to turn down such a tempting offering, but after the first ton or so she realized she was in for more than she bargained for. Of course, the greedy girl wouldn't even think of spitting the tube out and depriving herself of even a drop of the lard flowing past her jowls, but the growing discomfort in her stomach became harder and harder to ignore as more fatty liquid settled inside. Her only saving grace was that the flow eventually did end, just as her deeply red, creaking stomach, complete with a popped out navel, looked as though any more would pop Yomi like a balloon. Left barely able to get a word out among her pained moans and pressure-relieving belches, she was left to digest all that lard and grow that much fatter in turn.
The pinkette wasn't alone either. She was surrounded by girls given the same treatment and grown nearly as large as herself, a mix of strained, regretful, and dazed expressions were plastered across the faces of these bloated ticks. Everyone was uncomfortably close, having grown enough to invade each other's personal space, and Yomi found herself right in the middle. Kanade used Yomi's pillowy rear as a makeshift pillow while she fought off an oncoming food coma, carefully massaging her own titanic gut. Jill lay atop her stomach like a beached whale, her uniform utterly failing to provide her any decency. Her face was placed directly against Yomi's thigh, emitting muffled belches into the pinkette's flesh. And Ame-chan, who was close behind Yomi in terms of sheer size, was positioned so that her belly was uncomfortably pressing against Yomi's own. Every now and then, a creak would originate from either of their midsections and another stretchmark or two would appear. Together, these girls looked like little more than a cluster of groaning, burping piles of fat and rolls. Each of them hoped to rest this off and digest enough to ease the pain so they could make room for even more tomorrow~