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Izutsumi paused, leaning against the cold, worn stone of the dungeon wall as she felt her stomach lurch. Her ears flicked back as her gaze drifted down towards the gravid curve of her white-furred middle, pooching out over the sash she'd only loosely tied around her waist. She'd already tuned out Marcille's rambling, the elf's explanation of...whatever it was she was talking about being so uninteresting that the cursed catgirl had already given up on even the most noncommittal of grunted acknowledgements. She put her fingers to her own belly gingerly, probing around the distended thing as it gave her slick, squelching complaints in return. It sounded like something solid was being rolled over in the chyme of her gut, a long, nauseatingly wet squish audible but muffled by the layers of fat and muscle between her stomach and the dungeon air. The long, burbling groan and series of pops that could be heard from the cats belly was enough to give Marcille pause, ceasing her explanation to look back to Izutsumi. She asked if the girl was alright- if she should take a look (perhaps try a spell?) to calm her roiling middle. Marcille stepped closer as the shinobi's brow furrowed in annoyance, clearly annoyed with being worried over.
"I don't need you toOOOUUUUURRRRPH~"
Izutsumi's own dismissive response was interrupted by bubbles of air rolling up her gullet, misting the elf's face with spittle unapologetically for having the temerity to approach the catgirl and worry about her health. Marcille was stunned, her cheeks flushing a dark red as Izutsumi's spit beaded on her skin. True to form, the catgirl didn't even seem to notice that she'd even done something that might have upset the poor girl, who was clinging white-knuckled with both hands around her staff as she struggled to parse what had just happened.
A few babbled, stuttered syllables that didn't even lead into full words came out of Marcille's mouth as Izutsumi licked her teeth lazily. The catgirl hefted her bloated stomach in her palms, giving it another probing pushes with her fingers as she tried to remember what she'd even ate. A few short, muffled sloshing noises escaped her middle with every bounce of her handss under her belly.
"Feel better already."
She added dismissively, before her eyes went wide with a sudden feeling of nauseous pressure in her gut, the swell visibly shrinking in with a firm, annoyed clench around its contents. A gurgling hiccup escaped Izutsumi before her cheeks bulged, her stomach beginning to pump and twist as it forced the chyme-soaked objects within back up the catgirl's throat. Marcille was quick enough this time to step back before Izutsumi simply let her jaw yawn wide, leaning forward as her throat distended grotesquely. Streamers of thick drool hung from her teeth and lower lip before a dark, wet bundle of fabric pushed up out of her throat and fell from her jaws with a series of sloppy splatters, followed by a long belch that was interrupted by a noise similar to suddenly blocking a pipe. Marcille watched in horror as Izutsumi disgorged more empty clothing, a particularly forceful belch sending a cracked pair of spectacles skidding and bouncing across the floor, before a truly pained look narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.
A whining, gagging noise escaped the catgirl as the largest bulge yet pushed up the white fur of her neck, a nauseating SLURP echoing off the walls as she retched up an empty pair of shoes onto the ground. A full outfit was piled up on itself, leaking drool and bile across the stone as it cooled, and all Izutsumi did in response was wipe her lips on her sleeve and pat her empty, noticably-less-firm-than-usual belly. She stepped around and over the pile, bumping her shoulder against Marcille as she continued down the hall.
"If you don't catch up I'm leaving you here."
Was her only dismissive response as Marcille struggled to collect herself.