Many female warriors-- teleported from different times, nations, and universes-- found themselves standing in a large room. One moment, they had been fighting battles, leading armies, or surviving against impossible odds. The next, they had been taken by a blinding white light and dropped into this strange world— a land of endless fields, jagged mountains, and prowling monsters.
The gods blessed the female warriors with the gift of hunger and gave them a single command: Hunt. Devour the beasts that plagued the land.
Among them stood Eleanor the Viking. Clad in revealing armor, her long blonde hair whipped in the icy wind as she gazed upon the frozen tundra of Frostheim, where she was sent. Many had been sent to different regions but Eleanor had been chosen for the deadliest hunt— eliminate a clan of ice trolls and their massive leader.
Armed with her great axe and the insatiable power bestowed upon her by the gods, she ventured through the blizzard, tracking the creatures to their lair. The wind howled through the canyons of ice but she paid it no mind. Soon, she found them. The ice trolls, towering blue-skinned monstrosities, lurked in the cave’s mouth, their yellow eyes gleaming hungrily. There were eight in total, each easily twice her size. Behind them, deeper in the cavern, the ground trembled as something even larger stirred-- The Jötunn, their king.
Eleanor grinned, baring her teeth. “Time to feast.” With a battle cry that echoed across the frozen wasteland, she charged. The trolls roared in response, lunging with clawed hands. She swung her axe, sending the trolls flying, but they were too many, and they fought savagely. One struck her side, sending her skidding across the ice. Another tried to grab her, but she twisted free, her breath misting in the freezing air.
She knew she could fight for hours, but the gods had given her a power beyond brute strength. She seized the nearest troll, and, with a strength beyond mortal limits, shoved its writhing body into her mouth. Her jaws stretched wide, her throat welcoming the beast as she swallowed it whole. The other trolls hesitated, watching in horror as their kin vanished down her gut. Her belly expanded instantly, rounding out like a pregnant woman.
But she didn’t stop. She grabbed another, stuffing its struggling body between her lips, gulping it down as her stomach surged outward, massive and taut. Panic set in. The trolls tried to flee, but she was faster. One by one, she devoured them, her hunger insatiable. Each troll made her belly larger and heavier, stretching her stomach to the limit. Her hands rested on her enormous gut, feeling the creatures struggling within, but they couldn’t escape.
Then, the Jötunn emerged. The ground shook as the massive ice troll, larger than any beast she had faced, stepped into the icy light. It glared down at her swollen form, bellowing in rage. Eleanor only smiled, licking her lips. “This will be a feast worthy of a warrior.”
With renewed fury, she lunged at the towering beast. The battle was fierce, but her strength and relentless hunger kept her agile even with an enormous belly. She conquered. And she at last swallowed the Jötunn whole, her belly expanded beyond imagining, a mountainous dome of stretched flesh.
Satisfied, she placed her hands on her gut, feeling the powerful creatures struggling within. She had done what the gods commanded. And she was still hungry.
Tags: female pred, vore, same-size vore, enlarged belly, multiple prey, inhuman prey, huge boobs
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Story by Glopez11 |
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Artwork by Oscar Celestini |
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