Maka had taken 25 human souls into her womb and she was feelin rather full. Granted 25 human souls barely made a dent in their bag but Maka could feel her lower stomach getting very firm, she wouldn't trust any one but Soul to do this for her and to her.
Maka closed her eyes and let Soul continue to add more to her growing internal collection. From what she could see Sandfly didn't have any particular tastes in human souls, he was more addicted to the killing and did so at random and indiscriminatly. Young, old, men, women, it didn't matter, there were all sorts in the bag and now going to be inside her. She felt more like a woman now than ever before.
When they got to 40 Maka had Soul stop she needed a rest and a chance for her body to adjust.
"We'll try adding more tomorrow or the next day Soul."
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