Ling swung her arms to her cheeks, feeling each swell out like that of a squirrel gathering nuts. It wasn't just her cheeks, as her lips plumped up slightly as well, making speech much more difficult. Her best form of communication was moaning, but that was limited as well seeing that one couldn't really tell the difference between pleasured moans and serious moans. All of this swelling, and Ling had yet to see her belly beginning its long journey to roundness, seeing as her breasts had swelled up in her way. She felt its weight; owever, as her entire front shifted in a sudden burst of juice. Her arms and legs were also losing this battle, as each was growing fatter from the juices and losing its flexibility. Ling moaned wildly for help, but her cries fell upon deaf ears. With no one around but herself, she felt certain Death's cold hands would grasp her from exploding, if not the frigid temperatures on her exposed skin. Ling had yet to realize what her true inner strength was capable of as...
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