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The victory feast drags on, but murmurs of the cowsune's triumphant battle over the succubus are replaced with whispers about their ballooning stomach. And yet the cowsune doesn't feel sated, they can't stop eating. Another round is ordered while they inspect their rounded paunch, it'll be digested by morning, right? 

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