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 For every berry Lotus ate it felt like there was a new motion in her impossibly stretched stomach, a new sound picked up by her perked ears. Her gut was so loud she was sure the foxes across the room could hear it; those still lined up with bowls brimming with berries. But if they could the only indication they gave was a slight smirk on their lips. Her stomach felt so incredibly stretched, so full that even one more berry might be just that little bit too much, but how could she refuse? This was part of the festival and... and... and then...

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All that tension in the jackal's middle seemed to disappear. She could see, no feel her thighs as they ballooned up with what had to be blueberry juice. The chains tightened around her calves as the juice flowed downwards, sloshing loudly and a blush burned crimson on the jackal's cheeks.

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