Extend the Story - Add a Room

Morgana and the Rune of Gluttony

By: Drakin

Even as she held the run though it seemed to pulse and the fat bat looked around at the cookies who had all stopped what they were doing to look at her.

The run pulsed again and her eyes glowed briefly. “You know I'm still hungry. It might have been minutes out here but it was days for me in that jar. And I fought the whole time. So you know what, I deserve a feast. You cookies, bring me everything you have, right now.”

“Everything?” Tam-Tam looked around at the huge kitchen and all the food already being prepared for two large females.

“EVERYTHING,” Morgana agreed with an eager growl that sent all the cookies scurrying to comply.

The fat bat plopped her butt on the tiled floor and soon she was surrounded by the cookies forming chains up to her mouth, delivering one thing after another into her eager maw. If Tam-Tam and Milas growth had been quick Morgana's was very nearly explosive.

She'd barely begun before what little clothes still clung to her frame began to rip and tear, more rolls spilling out of her sides than were in the whole kitchen. Her breasts ripped through her top and slumped to either side of her gut like pink furred beanbag chairs capped with nipples the size of shot glasses. Her neck soon vanished into a series of rolls that only multiplied as she expanded. Her belly crept along in front of her, gaining more folds along the latitude of her belly button which sank deep enough a misstepping cookie could get lost inside at it climbed her huge frame.

Her arms clenched as they rose up her sides, buoyed by their own thickness and her expanding with. The ham thick limbs tapered in a series of rings down to her hands which soon had grown to mittens of flesh.

Then the run fell from her hand, too fat for her to hold it.

Morgana moaned and blinked, seemingly coming out of a trance, “Oooh my head... my stomach, what did I- uuuuuuuppppp!” She belched loud enough to blow the nearest cookie off her smallest chin. Then and only then did she see the near half-ton blob she'd become.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?” her shriek might have filled the mansion were the corridors some sort of magical maze.

“It was the rune,” Mila noted looking to where it had fallen to the floor, ignored by the cookies. “Somehow you took control of all the cookies and demanded they feed you everything.”

“Everything?” Morgana looked shocked.

But not as shocked as when Tam-Tam and Mila felt the numerous cookies gathering around them and beginning to shift the pair of fatties closer to Morgana.

It seemed they took 'everything' quite literally.




Choice 1: Mila and Tam-Tam struggle and manage to break free, eating the cookies to escape as no more seem to be coming from the jar for now.

Choice 2: Mila breaks free and tries to run, but doesn't get far.

Choice 3: Tam-Tam breaks free and tries to run for help.

Choice 4: Both girls are unwillingly fed to Morgana. (Non-harmful vore. Digestion here means awaking soon after in unharmed [but possibly thinner] reformed bodies.)

Milla and Tam-Tam are eaten (non-fatal vore).