Katuma awoke to the feeling of cool air on her skin, looking down to see the swell of her breasts and the small hill of her belly, already smaller after drinking an entire barrel of water. Naked, she expected, but the location is what had her confused… it was dimly lit and there were weird symbols caved into the walls.
She quickly closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep as she heard a pair of footsteps approaching, heavy and thudding, with the click of some sort of claws on the stones. Or perhaps… talons? Her guess was correct it seems, opening an eye slightly, noticing two ornately dressed and very heavy Avians. Their feathery guts were practically hanging out of their armor, bigger than even her.
“So, where did you find this one?” One of them asked, the two avians looming over her. “Tonac. That cowardly merchant was in BED with it! First he refuses to live in the temple, then he has the…” the avian paused, letting out a groan and opening his beak wide with a BUUURRRAWWP! “Ugh… e-excuse me… t-the nerve to charge US when we need supplies! And now laying with gluttonous heretics!? If we find him again it’ll be HIM on this altar, but his alien concubine will have to suffice.” He growled, prodding Katuma’s big, green belly firmly.
Of course, that was a bit too much for the Floran, who giggled and stirred on the altar. Realizing she’d been found out, she opened her dark eyes wide, flashing a sharp-toothed grin at the two avians.
“W-wait… I thought you said she was sedated!!” one yelled out, both backing away as they wobbled and jiggled.
Of course, it didn’t take long for Katuma to get past those two, or to find her discarded outfit and weapon. Not that she seemed to need it, the few guards that got in her way learned just how dangerous even an unarmed floran could be. Most of the avians here seemed to be just as fat as those other two, wobbling blimps of feather and flab that could barely fight…
It wasn’t long before Katuma had reached a route that led upwards, interrupted by a voice behind her “Ahem…” It called, cold yet feminine “It wasn’t enough that Kluex brings a curse upon us, dooming us to swell and bloat with fat, now your kind have arrived. Going by the looks of you, it’s obvious what’s wrong.” Katuma got a better look at the woman as she turned around, an immense avian woman with fair pink and white feathers, her thighs brushing together as she approached, finishing a slice of pie with a soft crunch and brushing crumbs off her chest. She wore only the tatters of some long-burst garment and a golden helmet, perhaps she was in charge?
It didn’t matter to the Floran, who began to laugh, approaching her and grabbing at her feathery gut, heaving it up and pressing on it, causing a gurgle followed by a BEEELLLLCCHHH which only got Katuma cackling more. She only stopped when the Avian shoved her backwards firmly, grabbing her sword tighter “O-once I spill your blood, Kluex will release us from the vile curse you heretics brought upon us!” despite her flowery speak, it was clear she’d flustered her. Katuma moved to leave, only for the avian to charge forward, sword held high…
Katuma waddled her way out of the temple, panting heavily as the embers of her campfire died down behind her, looking out at the alien dunes before her, glowing an odd green. She took a bite from the fatty drumstick she held in her hand, licking her lips as her belly moaned and gurgled "F-floran… needs to be more careful… " she says, looking to her small, beat-up personal communicator as she waited to beam to her ship “s-she isn’t sure how much more her outfit can ssstretch!~ Kehehee…”