Yor Learns To Cook 3/8 (Patreon)

Fiona Frost eventually thrusts the last morsel down Yor's aching throat. Her belly taught as can be, tight like a drum and stuffed to the brim. The last piece almost feels like it's butting up against the rest. A mountain resting heavily inside Yor. Fiona let's out a curse, hoping her victim would finally be done in, but Yor's superhuman physicality helped her out in yet another pinch. Fiona vacates the area and kick's Yor from the safehouse. Left to fend for herself and waddle home with gallons of half digested slop sloshing around in her gullet and a symphony of churns and gurgles to accompany it. She let's out a massive burp, barely able to focus she can only think of getting home, not mind for the looks she draws as she does so.