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"So, how is my new little pet feeling," says Blathory mockingly as she floats in, her mood obviously still good from her victory. "Let me guess," you say in a rather uninspired tone, "We pick up where we left off. I expect you'll want to skip ahead to the bursting part?" In all honesty this seems like something she would do, but you doubt it's what she has in mind now, after all, you bursting would free Agatha, which is the exact opposite of what she would want.

"Oh no, no, no," she says playfully, "I can't have my little puppy hurting his poor tummy wummy," the mocking in her tone is obvious, "I want you to make yourself very comfortable, do whatever you need to do to digest, then when you have enough space, start pacing yourself into a steady gorge, just enough to keep yourself sated without any discomfort." Almost reflexively, your arms being kneading your stomach, working itself into a massage to aid your digestion. "So yeah, back to basics." you say, unimpressed. "Oh, you don't need to worry about bursting, I won't allow that, I'm just going to make sure your too big to think about trying anything. Think of it as expanding Agatha's new home, after all, she is going to be spending a lot of time there, may as well make it roomy. And just to be sure, drink these." she says, handing you a few vials. Still under her command, your hands grab them and down them without hesitation." Moments later, you feel surprisingly good. "What was that?" you ask, pretty sure that they have something about them your not going to like.

"Just making sure that you stay healthy, I can't have you dying of heart failure or anything like that." She cackles, "Just think of it, under my care you'll easily live hundreds if not thousands of years in this condition. And if your good, I may even have a position over as a coach in the trolls common area, once your big enough of course."

You shudder, even as your hands return to messaging your stomach, which gurgles as it works to digest it's fill. Blathory floats out of the room, still cackling as she goes. "Okay, so what's your plan?" you ask Agatha, willing to do anything to avoid becoming a living piece of furniture. "Ok, listen carefully, your going to have to do exactly what I say..." She says, and you listen intently as she tell you what to do...


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