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Atop the mountainside, Korra had been fiercely training alone, testing various forms of airbending, and karate on straw dummies for several hours, mastering her skills. As the sunset, Korra took a break. Exhausted and drenched with sweat, she removed her shirt, revealing her tone physique, glistening as the hot sun baked over her half naked body. Suddenly a loud rumbling caught her by surprise.
"Yikes, guess I HAVE been working myself hard, hehe." Chuckled Korra as her stomach continued to demand fuel. As it growled louder, she decided a little lunch break wouldn't hurt, afterall, she'd earned it. Thus, she entered the empty dojo, and raided the kitchen to see if anything were available. Finding nothing but rice buns, Korra decided to settle and quickly scarfed down a few at a time. Upon completion, her bare stomach continued to demand food, causing her to sigh with frustration. "Oh come on, is it MY fault these guys eat a grain of salt a week?!" snapped Korra, as though arguing with her toned but growling stomach. Searching more and more, she eventually stumbled onto a roasted lamb in the back of the kitchen. The steaming aroma of freshly cooked and seasoned meat almost hoisted Korra from the ground as its' delicious scent drew her almost to a complete trance as she approached the rack of meat just waiting for the devouring. Quickly grabbing a fork and knife, Korra stood over the meat, salivating like a dog to a bone, but stopped herself for a moment.
"Hold on a second," Korra stated, "they clearly cooked this for an occasion. I can't just scarf it down for myself!"
Clearly, her rumbling stomach disagreed as it's growling sounded almost as if it demanded that slab of meat. Pausing for a moment, Korra considered the notion. "On the other hand...there's no one here. And if I'm gone before anyone gets back, at least-oh stop talking and eat, stupid."
With that final sentiment, Korra dug right in. Abandoning the fork and knife, she just began ripping chunks of beef from the slab and chowed down, piece by piece. "Mmmmf, sooooooo good!" Retorted Korra in between bouts of scarfing her face with lamb meat.
All the while, her stomach remained firm, but showed signs of bloating out ever so slightly. As more and more time passed, the meat began to appear more and more bare. Until finally, all that remained was a stack of bones on a platter. Laying down on the hardwood floor, an utterly stuffed Korra; who rested her hands on her slightly bloated tummy, slowly caressing it with a look of utter bliss on her face. "Ohhhh, that was so worth it..." sighed Korra as she continued to rub her slightly extended belly.
Suddenly, she felt a different kind of rumbling quaking within her stomach. She looked down for a moment, before releasing a large belch on the spot.
*BBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRP!* "Oh man, those spices aren't sitting right..." said Korra as she grasped her stomach in slight pain. Suddenly,
*BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!* The young Airbender released a gargantuan belch on the spot, then looked as though slightly relieved. "Phew, that was a pretty big one!" Stated Korra as she gave her belly a hearty pat. "Buuuuuuuuuut...PRETTY big, isn't my style..."
With that, Korra rose to her feet, and gulped down a large portion of air repeatedly until a much weaker and smaller burp arose from her throat. "Crap, it's stuck!" Complained Korra as she smacked her ample chest again and again, opening her mouth in attempt to release the rest of the gas, only to get little tiny burps every now and then. Her stomach bloated out slightly more due to the pent up gasses building in her still firm belly. Then... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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