Chapter #3She asks for more by: Mr Lac  Tigress licks her fingers, warmth still tingling on her tongue. The taste of those dumplings... so buttery, perfectly seasoned, the crispy edges dissolving into savoury softness; it was nothing short of addictive. Her stomach gives a needy gurgle, no longer just growling; it demands more.
She hesitates for a breath. Then, with a quiet but undeniable urgency, she steps forward.
“Po,” she says, her voice soft, almost embarrassed, but hungry. “Do you... have more?”
Po blinks, then grins widely. “You liked them?”
“I want more,” Tigress says, more firmly now. “A lot more.”
Po lets out a hearty laugh. “You got it!”
He turns, grabbing another steaming tray stacked sky-high with fried dumplings. The aroma punches Tigress like a warm blanket of bliss. Her tail twitches. The first tray was big, but this one could feed ten warriors.
She sits down, cross-legged, but already noticing the way her belt presses into her waist a bit tighter than this morning. She ignores it. She tears into the next helping, dumpling after dumpling vanishing into her maw. Her stoicism has melted into something ravenous, almost animalistic. Grease glistens on her whiskers. Her belly, slowly but surely, begins to swell, rounding gently under her sash.
Around her, the others slow down or stop, watching in awe. Monkey nudges Crane. “Is she... on her third plate?”
Tigress doesn’t notice. Or care. Her body is warm and heavy, and the food just keeps going down easier. Each bite seems to settle somewhere deeper in her, her stomach stretching, her frame softening.
By the time she leans back, finally, finally full, she’s almost unrecognisable. Her once-trim waist has a soft curve to it now, her abs buried under a layer of plushness. Her arms and thighs show the first hints of padded strength. She exhales and lets her paws rest on her rounded middle, which gurgles like a satisfied drum.
Po tilts his head. “Uh... Tigress? You okay?”
She just burps. Loudly. “...That was incredible.”
“Want me to make dessert?” he offered in a half-joking manner.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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