In your later years it never would cease to amaze you just how much difference in perspective your life being on the line could make. Just moments ago the thought of eating the kittens would have made you feel horrible, but with the absolute impossibility of swallowing the large mother cat girl staring you in the face it became absolutely fine. A stroke of brilliance even!
In the moment it was as if time had frozen, your mind contemplating three options at lightening speed. The first was to swallow the mother cat while the spell was weakening. But standing a full head taller than yourself with breasts the size of cantaloupes from her villager meals and an ass that was closer to the size of watermelons it would take you at least a couple minutes to swallow her down. And the prey filled gut put the final nail in the coffin for that idea.
Running away occurred to you as well, but your own bookish habits and the enforced laziness that Madame Lustria always insisted would help you gain the weight and magical power had destroyed your physical stamina. Not to mention the toned legs and defined arms of the mother cat girl which gave testimony to the physical pred’s strength and speed. You’d never make it.
Your magic was already used up completely, the one spell enough to push the limits of your puny mana. But the kittens were merely ten or fifteen feet away. The largest of the kittens was maybe as tall as the mosquito bites you pretended were breasts and due to youth was no more shapely a woman than you.
Of course, you took no chances, going for the runt of the pack who was even smaller than that. You never could remember being in the middle space. You recall being on the far side of the mother cat, consciously deciding to eat one of the kittens, and suddenly you had the smallest one’s legs in your stomach and belly in your mouth, gulping as fast as possible as the mother cat shook off the paralysis spell.
The mother cat tried to run at you, but tripped as the lingering after effects of the paralysis spell were still destroying her coordination. It wouldn’t have stopped her from kicking your ass or running you down, but it bought you another dozen seconds.
And that was all you needed to finish your meal. You whispered the bedrock spell of all Gastromancers, the spell that turned the stomach into a terrifying destroyer of prey that flooded the Gastromancer with powerful, rich mana. “Velox Digestum.”
As the mother cat ran at you again your belly rounded in seconds and mana flowed through you. Acting by instinct instead of plan you cast a levitation spell on the leaping feline predator, perfectly arresting her momentum.
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