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My own entry into the Geo Mass saga, featuring small roles from other Metamorphs :P I had a looot of fun writing this, so, enjoy the molefats! =P
Alt link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wb7Kxp_0edqBylbPlVRnXwDYnasOxcbENUkJvM5FSlY/edit
Silver City was a vibrant metropolis of gleaming hi-tech skyscrapers and technological wonders, the scientific capital of the world and home to millions of people from all walks of life. A sizeable minority of them were Metamorphs; beings with unusual abilities that gave them, essentially, superpowers. The majority of them either did little with these gifts, or put them to use in work or even joined Meta Guilds to become heroes. But for every few good Metas, there were several ones who took a darker path, using their powers for malicious or selfish reasons. It was a relief to the populace that such Metas were a relative rarity, but this morning, sadly, that was not the case for some.
“Hurry it up Flash Freeze!” a large, Southern accented male alligator Meta clad in fairly sturdy metallic armor to his companion, a tall, busty arctic fox clad in a black spandex jumpsuit.
“Calm down Bayou, I’m going as fast as I can.” she growled back, her hands glowing a pale blue as jets of liquid nitrogen gushed out from her palms, splashing on a vault door.
The two criminally inclined Metas were robbing a bank, the Silver Bar branch of the city’s banking conglomerates. Tellers and customers alike were held in place by thick encasings of ice, a combination of Flash Freeze’s liquid nitrogen and Bayou’s own ability, generating stinking gouts of water that had the aroma of a swamp. hence his moniker. With a power like that its no wonder he decided to be a career criminal. Flash Freeze continued to hose down the bank vault door with her powers before backing away once the metal glistened and crackled from the extreme cold. She glanced to her larger reptilian comrade, who let out a low chuckle at the fox’s work.
“Good job, now outta the way.” he grinned, before slamming his metal clad fist into the vault door.
Needless to say, the stress from supercooled liquid hitting it, followed by the force of Bayou’s punch, caused the heavy metal door to practically shatter into pieces, revealing the interior loaded with cash. Avaricious grins crossed the duo’s features as they proceeded to stuff bags full of sweet sweet dollar. A triumphant whoop sounded from the vault as they exited it, hoisting their ill-gotten gains above their shoulders and bidding a mocking farewell to the staff and customers who they had frozen, trapped in place.
“So, what ya gonna buy first?” Bayou asked his friend as they literally strolled out of the bank like they’d done no wrong.
“Lunch, all that freezing drained me.” Flash Freeze grumbled, her stomach rumbling emptily.
“Hm, good point...let’s stash what we got at the hideout, then take some spending money.” Bayou grinned, knocking the smaller anthromorph’s shoulder playfully.
However, they wouldn’t get the chance to do that. As the ground began to shake ever so slightly beneath their feet. A slow rumble, but building up in force until the pebbles on the sidewalk they stood on began to shake and bounce. The pair were bemused by this, there had been no seismic activity reported that could cause an earthquake recently, so what could be causing such a disturbance? And they they realised it. Eyes widened as they saw a bulge in the road at the end of the street, like in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, starting to come towards them at great speed. It could only mean one thing.
“Is that-” “RUN!”
Flash Freeze and Bayou attempted to hightail it down the street away from the approaching subterranean object chasing them, but to no avail when their flight led to a dead end alley. Turning, the bulge in the ground stopped, and then exploded in a spray of asphalt and dirt to reveal the earth powered Meta who had come to stop the robbery; clad in green spandex, straining on her rotund body, standing at 4’11 and weighing almost 400 pounds, was a female mole anthromorph who stood there with her gloved paws on her thick hips, giving the panicking crooks a disapproving, motherly scowl. Her short copper hair and black mask over her eyes gave them the conclusion that this Meta was none other than Helena Barrow, better known as,
“GEOLASS!” they screamed in unison, the short but wide mole had a reputation that belied her appearance, a fierce reputation.
“In the flesh dearies~” the mole giggled, shaking her head at them. Her figure was dominated by both her incredibly broad, spherical stomach and wide, hip straining butt that was supported atop two small but thick legs. Even her arms were squishy and soft. Her breasts were like basketballs stuffed into her outfit, and her chubby face was cradled by puffy cheeks and a double chin.
“I believe that money you have doesn’t belong to you, so would you maybe be good sports and return it to the bank with a nice apology too? Or do I have to get even more dirty than I already am?” Geolass asked, brushing some debris off of her gloves.
“O-over my dead body! Git her!” Bayou barked, throwing the money down and cracking his knuckles menacingly.
Geolass rolled her eyes, why could they never play nice? She raised her gloved paws in a defensive posture and leaned back on her large rear as the larger alligator Meta swung a metal gloved fist for her face, the blow only succeeding in meeting her guard block. Annoyed, Bayou raised his hands and squired a torrent of foul, stagnant water at the mole, who felt nauseous enough to drop her defenses slightly and stagger from it. My word! she thought, what kind of power is that!? Sensing her weakness, Bayou again launched a punch in her direction; his fist connecting with the rubber dressed, enormous gut of the rodent.
“Oof!” she grunted, as the blow was absorbed by her protective layer of cushioning fat, sending a ripple across her body like a stone in a pond. “Nice try sweetie!”
Bayou could only take a scant few seconds to register what had just happened when Geolass grabbed his arm, still sunk into the foot or so of blubber that was her belly, and tossed him with considerable strength. Few dared to question the fact this petite but porky crime fighter’s day job was professional wrestling. Flash Freeze watched as her ally was thrown into a dumpster with a grunt, then decided to try her luck as well, spraying her liquid nitrogen streams at the mole girl’s feet.
Knowing she’d slip, Geolass decided to actually use her powers; a green grow surrounded her hands as the very earth itself answered her call, rock encasing her feet into spiky boots that let her maintain her grip on the ground. Flash Freeze was too uncomfortable with the idea of just blasting people directly with her power, so she relied on water or other means to incapacitate them.
“That trick won’t work love, I’ve seen it all before!” Geolass giggled, before raising a chunk of rock from the ground behind the white pelted vixen, firing it like a bullet and braining her hard.
Flash Freeze staggered forwards for a moment, as if in disbelief at how easily she had been hit, before lurching to the ground, her sizeable chest softened the impact. When one of the two was down, Bayou emerged from the dumpster, removing a banana peel from his head and glaring like a thing possessed. He leapt at his portly assailant with an amphibious snarl, hoping to bite her with those massive teeth he had, but with a sly smile, Geolass merely shot another stone at him, hitting between his eyes with a loud crack. The reptile hit the ground with a thud, out like a light.
“Well, that takes care of that.” Helena giggled, dusting off her hands. “Now, time to return the money and wait for the police to arrive, then on to more pressing matters. Breakfast!”
The mole’s stomach growled in agreement as she waited for the cops to turn up, she had skipped breakfast to come after these too, and she’d be damned if she didn’t see to that problem right now!
30 minutes later
The target of Helena’s hunger resolution was a small but popular downtown eatery known as Gus’ Grill. The diner had been founded almost 30 years earlier by German national and rottweiler anthromorph Hansel Gustav, or Gus to his friends. Putting service quality and customer satisfaction over bloated marketing budgets and imagery, the small diner had become very popular for its laid back, friendly atmosphere even after the culinary hero had sadly passed away in the previous decade. The decor was reminiscent of an old café you’d find in the city, but with paintings and some art deco pieces to enhance the looks. One of which was a framed portrait of Gustav himself, with his birth and death date, and his motto, “I vill stop cooking vhen I am dead, damn it!” immortalised below it.
Helena was a regular here, and after going home discreetly and changing into her casual wear; a green sweater that let a small slab of grey furred belly poke out, brown shorts and black shoes, she had set off to the Grill.Squeezing through the door with her wide hips, she found a window side booth and plonked her immense rump down, awaiting service. As luck would have it, a friend of Helena’s worked the diner as a waitress: Annabelle Maine, also known by her secret identity of Rebound, the bunny Metamorph with kinetic abilities. Said lop eared rabbit was on duty when the big mama of a mole lumbered through the door, causing the bell above it to ring, so she bounced over with a smile.
“Howdy sugar~!” she purred, notepad and pen in hand “What can I get y’all?”
Helena smiled, Annabelle was a young Metamorph, about 17, who worked part time at Gus’ Grill to pay for her college antics. The rabbit’s figure was interesting, as she had enormous, thunderous thighs that threatened to tear the tights she wore under her waitress’ skirt apart, and her own posterior wasn’t small either, a pair of doughy basketballs below a fluffy little tail. Her stomach stretched her uniform a little, a faint chubbiness about it as a side effect of working around fast food all day, and her chest was small but showed signs of a slow increase in plumpness. A healthy, bouncy bunny.
“Oh, I’ll have the usual Anna, but, double it today? I regretfully missed breakfast...bank troubles, as it were.” Helena chuckled, rubbing a plump paw across her stomach.
“Alright, that’s 6 schwein bombes, 2 Schwerer Gustavs and a super sized chocolate shake, and a big heap of fries?” Annabelle asked, jotting it down. The diner used German names for its food for the sake of puns, it seemed to make it popular.
“That’s right!” Helena practically drooled at the thought of so much food, Annabelle bounded off to make the orders, leaving her to watch the wall mounted TV installed for the convenience of the patrons.
The lovely scent of deep fried, fatty foods wafted through the diner as Helena’s meal was cooked up. She caught a glimpse of the chef at work, a tall gazelle who seemed to be moving at an unnatural speed in there. Hm, she thought she’d heard of him before...Friction? Annabelle’s Meta partner? Her growling stomach intruded on her musings, so she stopped.
The bouncy bunny girl returned with plates loaded with unhealthy food just for the mole girl, a sly wink towards her before strutting back to the kitchen with Helena’s tab, the other customers partially enjoyed eating there because of the humongous hipped lapine server.
Without missing a beat, Helena began to voraciously tear into her high fat feast with wild abandon, entire handfuls of fries being shovelled in at once, and the smaller (but still huge) schwein bombe burgers being devoured in or or two big bites, splattering mustard and ketchup all over the gluttonous girl’s face and chest, and she licked it off of her fingers too. The influx of food caused a steady bulge in her already protuberant, round midsection, causing the lump of dough to squish into the table more and more as she ate. Other eaters began to watch as the grey furred globule demolished the greasy fast with gusto, each morsel sploshing into the bubbling pit of her stomach and adding to her increasing roundness.
Eventually, with a window rattling belch, she was done. Leaning back in her chair and licking her sauce and mustard stained lips, Helena rested her paws atop a belly so big that she could feel her knees digging into the furry flesh, the noise it made was a near deafening cacophony of gurgles, sloshes, churns and groans. She gave a little smile as she raised her flabby arms to stretch, before massaging her bloated body gently, easing the indigestion she was feeling.
“Hoo damn girl, y’all ate more than my aunt Doreen at a buffet!” Annabelle joked, impressed with her older friend’s capacity.
“Indeed~ I do feel as stuffed as my kids’ toys...well, I’d best be off then, shopping to do and what not.” Helena groaned.
Everyone watched as the almost spherical rodent hefted herself up from her booth and begun a slow, pendulous, sloshing waddle towards the doors, needing a hand or two to actually get through them due to her bulk. With a pop, she was free, and made her slow way towards the mall, she needed many things for both herself and her family, and she wasn’t going to let feeling like she’d eaten an elephant stop her!
20 minutes later
A curious fact about Helena Barrow, or Geolass’s metabolism was that she seemed to pile on fat within minutes of eating. She had remembered this fact as she had reached the mall considerably heavier than she had been when she first set off for it. Her clothing barely clung to her vast, corpulent form as the mole mass jiggled her way through the double doors of the Silver Strip Mall, widened specifically to help those whose frames may have been a tad...to large for them to handle. A thing Helena was thankful for.
Her belly had become the size of a small cow, a bloated, jiggling dough ball that she had to lift up with meaty, flabby arms to allow her treetrunk legs space to slide along so she could even move. Her breasts were spilling over and under her straining, croptop of a sweater like a pair of beachballs, and her rear was the size of an entire sofa at least, hanging over her shorts which had gotten so torn and frayed they resembled daisy dukes. Her face was nearly lost in a mass of cheek blubber and four extra chins that hung below her mouth. Onlookers gawked and gasped at the giant blubberpile as she waddled slowly by, but she hummed happily to herself, confident in her looks, before approaching a slightly terrified mall worker in the clothing section.
“Sir? Could you please help me find a tailor~?” she giggled, the poor dog anthromorph nearly had a heart attack.
“Uh, o-of c-course!” he squeaked, running off.
Helena chuckled and scanned the area, she saw the foodcourt not too far away and her belly growled so hard it jiggled. Perhaps, just maybe, a little snack before she went home after her shopping trip? Yes, just a little snack wouldn’t hurt.
Alt link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wb7Kxp_0edqBylbPlVRnXwDYnasOxcbENUkJvM5FSlY/edit
Silver City was a vibrant metropolis of gleaming hi-tech skyscrapers and technological wonders, the scientific capital of the world and home to millions of people from all walks of life. A sizeable minority of them were Metamorphs; beings with unusual abilities that gave them, essentially, superpowers. The majority of them either did little with these gifts, or put them to use in work or even joined Meta Guilds to become heroes. But for every few good Metas, there were several ones who took a darker path, using their powers for malicious or selfish reasons. It was a relief to the populace that such Metas were a relative rarity, but this morning, sadly, that was not the case for some.
“Hurry it up Flash Freeze!” a large, Southern accented male alligator Meta clad in fairly sturdy metallic armor to his companion, a tall, busty arctic fox clad in a black spandex jumpsuit.
“Calm down Bayou, I’m going as fast as I can.” she growled back, her hands glowing a pale blue as jets of liquid nitrogen gushed out from her palms, splashing on a vault door.
The two criminally inclined Metas were robbing a bank, the Silver Bar branch of the city’s banking conglomerates. Tellers and customers alike were held in place by thick encasings of ice, a combination of Flash Freeze’s liquid nitrogen and Bayou’s own ability, generating stinking gouts of water that had the aroma of a swamp. hence his moniker. With a power like that its no wonder he decided to be a career criminal. Flash Freeze continued to hose down the bank vault door with her powers before backing away once the metal glistened and crackled from the extreme cold. She glanced to her larger reptilian comrade, who let out a low chuckle at the fox’s work.
“Good job, now outta the way.” he grinned, before slamming his metal clad fist into the vault door.
Needless to say, the stress from supercooled liquid hitting it, followed by the force of Bayou’s punch, caused the heavy metal door to practically shatter into pieces, revealing the interior loaded with cash. Avaricious grins crossed the duo’s features as they proceeded to stuff bags full of sweet sweet dollar. A triumphant whoop sounded from the vault as they exited it, hoisting their ill-gotten gains above their shoulders and bidding a mocking farewell to the staff and customers who they had frozen, trapped in place.
“So, what ya gonna buy first?” Bayou asked his friend as they literally strolled out of the bank like they’d done no wrong.
“Lunch, all that freezing drained me.” Flash Freeze grumbled, her stomach rumbling emptily.
“Hm, good point...let’s stash what we got at the hideout, then take some spending money.” Bayou grinned, knocking the smaller anthromorph’s shoulder playfully.
However, they wouldn’t get the chance to do that. As the ground began to shake ever so slightly beneath their feet. A slow rumble, but building up in force until the pebbles on the sidewalk they stood on began to shake and bounce. The pair were bemused by this, there had been no seismic activity reported that could cause an earthquake recently, so what could be causing such a disturbance? And they they realised it. Eyes widened as they saw a bulge in the road at the end of the street, like in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, starting to come towards them at great speed. It could only mean one thing.
“Is that-” “RUN!”
Flash Freeze and Bayou attempted to hightail it down the street away from the approaching subterranean object chasing them, but to no avail when their flight led to a dead end alley. Turning, the bulge in the ground stopped, and then exploded in a spray of asphalt and dirt to reveal the earth powered Meta who had come to stop the robbery; clad in green spandex, straining on her rotund body, standing at 4’11 and weighing almost 400 pounds, was a female mole anthromorph who stood there with her gloved paws on her thick hips, giving the panicking crooks a disapproving, motherly scowl. Her short copper hair and black mask over her eyes gave them the conclusion that this Meta was none other than Helena Barrow, better known as,
“GEOLASS!” they screamed in unison, the short but wide mole had a reputation that belied her appearance, a fierce reputation.
“In the flesh dearies~” the mole giggled, shaking her head at them. Her figure was dominated by both her incredibly broad, spherical stomach and wide, hip straining butt that was supported atop two small but thick legs. Even her arms were squishy and soft. Her breasts were like basketballs stuffed into her outfit, and her chubby face was cradled by puffy cheeks and a double chin.
“I believe that money you have doesn’t belong to you, so would you maybe be good sports and return it to the bank with a nice apology too? Or do I have to get even more dirty than I already am?” Geolass asked, brushing some debris off of her gloves.
“O-over my dead body! Git her!” Bayou barked, throwing the money down and cracking his knuckles menacingly.
Geolass rolled her eyes, why could they never play nice? She raised her gloved paws in a defensive posture and leaned back on her large rear as the larger alligator Meta swung a metal gloved fist for her face, the blow only succeeding in meeting her guard block. Annoyed, Bayou raised his hands and squired a torrent of foul, stagnant water at the mole, who felt nauseous enough to drop her defenses slightly and stagger from it. My word! she thought, what kind of power is that!? Sensing her weakness, Bayou again launched a punch in her direction; his fist connecting with the rubber dressed, enormous gut of the rodent.
“Oof!” she grunted, as the blow was absorbed by her protective layer of cushioning fat, sending a ripple across her body like a stone in a pond. “Nice try sweetie!”
Bayou could only take a scant few seconds to register what had just happened when Geolass grabbed his arm, still sunk into the foot or so of blubber that was her belly, and tossed him with considerable strength. Few dared to question the fact this petite but porky crime fighter’s day job was professional wrestling. Flash Freeze watched as her ally was thrown into a dumpster with a grunt, then decided to try her luck as well, spraying her liquid nitrogen streams at the mole girl’s feet.
Knowing she’d slip, Geolass decided to actually use her powers; a green grow surrounded her hands as the very earth itself answered her call, rock encasing her feet into spiky boots that let her maintain her grip on the ground. Flash Freeze was too uncomfortable with the idea of just blasting people directly with her power, so she relied on water or other means to incapacitate them.
“That trick won’t work love, I’ve seen it all before!” Geolass giggled, before raising a chunk of rock from the ground behind the white pelted vixen, firing it like a bullet and braining her hard.
Flash Freeze staggered forwards for a moment, as if in disbelief at how easily she had been hit, before lurching to the ground, her sizeable chest softened the impact. When one of the two was down, Bayou emerged from the dumpster, removing a banana peel from his head and glaring like a thing possessed. He leapt at his portly assailant with an amphibious snarl, hoping to bite her with those massive teeth he had, but with a sly smile, Geolass merely shot another stone at him, hitting between his eyes with a loud crack. The reptile hit the ground with a thud, out like a light.
“Well, that takes care of that.” Helena giggled, dusting off her hands. “Now, time to return the money and wait for the police to arrive, then on to more pressing matters. Breakfast!”
The mole’s stomach growled in agreement as she waited for the cops to turn up, she had skipped breakfast to come after these too, and she’d be damned if she didn’t see to that problem right now!
30 minutes later
The target of Helena’s hunger resolution was a small but popular downtown eatery known as Gus’ Grill. The diner had been founded almost 30 years earlier by German national and rottweiler anthromorph Hansel Gustav, or Gus to his friends. Putting service quality and customer satisfaction over bloated marketing budgets and imagery, the small diner had become very popular for its laid back, friendly atmosphere even after the culinary hero had sadly passed away in the previous decade. The decor was reminiscent of an old café you’d find in the city, but with paintings and some art deco pieces to enhance the looks. One of which was a framed portrait of Gustav himself, with his birth and death date, and his motto, “I vill stop cooking vhen I am dead, damn it!” immortalised below it.
Helena was a regular here, and after going home discreetly and changing into her casual wear; a green sweater that let a small slab of grey furred belly poke out, brown shorts and black shoes, she had set off to the Grill.Squeezing through the door with her wide hips, she found a window side booth and plonked her immense rump down, awaiting service. As luck would have it, a friend of Helena’s worked the diner as a waitress: Annabelle Maine, also known by her secret identity of Rebound, the bunny Metamorph with kinetic abilities. Said lop eared rabbit was on duty when the big mama of a mole lumbered through the door, causing the bell above it to ring, so she bounced over with a smile.
“Howdy sugar~!” she purred, notepad and pen in hand “What can I get y’all?”
Helena smiled, Annabelle was a young Metamorph, about 17, who worked part time at Gus’ Grill to pay for her college antics. The rabbit’s figure was interesting, as she had enormous, thunderous thighs that threatened to tear the tights she wore under her waitress’ skirt apart, and her own posterior wasn’t small either, a pair of doughy basketballs below a fluffy little tail. Her stomach stretched her uniform a little, a faint chubbiness about it as a side effect of working around fast food all day, and her chest was small but showed signs of a slow increase in plumpness. A healthy, bouncy bunny.
“Oh, I’ll have the usual Anna, but, double it today? I regretfully missed breakfast...bank troubles, as it were.” Helena chuckled, rubbing a plump paw across her stomach.
“Alright, that’s 6 schwein bombes, 2 Schwerer Gustavs and a super sized chocolate shake, and a big heap of fries?” Annabelle asked, jotting it down. The diner used German names for its food for the sake of puns, it seemed to make it popular.
“That’s right!” Helena practically drooled at the thought of so much food, Annabelle bounded off to make the orders, leaving her to watch the wall mounted TV installed for the convenience of the patrons.
The lovely scent of deep fried, fatty foods wafted through the diner as Helena’s meal was cooked up. She caught a glimpse of the chef at work, a tall gazelle who seemed to be moving at an unnatural speed in there. Hm, she thought she’d heard of him before...Friction? Annabelle’s Meta partner? Her growling stomach intruded on her musings, so she stopped.
The bouncy bunny girl returned with plates loaded with unhealthy food just for the mole girl, a sly wink towards her before strutting back to the kitchen with Helena’s tab, the other customers partially enjoyed eating there because of the humongous hipped lapine server.
Without missing a beat, Helena began to voraciously tear into her high fat feast with wild abandon, entire handfuls of fries being shovelled in at once, and the smaller (but still huge) schwein bombe burgers being devoured in or or two big bites, splattering mustard and ketchup all over the gluttonous girl’s face and chest, and she licked it off of her fingers too. The influx of food caused a steady bulge in her already protuberant, round midsection, causing the lump of dough to squish into the table more and more as she ate. Other eaters began to watch as the grey furred globule demolished the greasy fast with gusto, each morsel sploshing into the bubbling pit of her stomach and adding to her increasing roundness.
Eventually, with a window rattling belch, she was done. Leaning back in her chair and licking her sauce and mustard stained lips, Helena rested her paws atop a belly so big that she could feel her knees digging into the furry flesh, the noise it made was a near deafening cacophony of gurgles, sloshes, churns and groans. She gave a little smile as she raised her flabby arms to stretch, before massaging her bloated body gently, easing the indigestion she was feeling.
“Hoo damn girl, y’all ate more than my aunt Doreen at a buffet!” Annabelle joked, impressed with her older friend’s capacity.
“Indeed~ I do feel as stuffed as my kids’ toys...well, I’d best be off then, shopping to do and what not.” Helena groaned.
Everyone watched as the almost spherical rodent hefted herself up from her booth and begun a slow, pendulous, sloshing waddle towards the doors, needing a hand or two to actually get through them due to her bulk. With a pop, she was free, and made her slow way towards the mall, she needed many things for both herself and her family, and she wasn’t going to let feeling like she’d eaten an elephant stop her!
20 minutes later
A curious fact about Helena Barrow, or Geolass’s metabolism was that she seemed to pile on fat within minutes of eating. She had remembered this fact as she had reached the mall considerably heavier than she had been when she first set off for it. Her clothing barely clung to her vast, corpulent form as the mole mass jiggled her way through the double doors of the Silver Strip Mall, widened specifically to help those whose frames may have been a tad...to large for them to handle. A thing Helena was thankful for.
Her belly had become the size of a small cow, a bloated, jiggling dough ball that she had to lift up with meaty, flabby arms to allow her treetrunk legs space to slide along so she could even move. Her breasts were spilling over and under her straining, croptop of a sweater like a pair of beachballs, and her rear was the size of an entire sofa at least, hanging over her shorts which had gotten so torn and frayed they resembled daisy dukes. Her face was nearly lost in a mass of cheek blubber and four extra chins that hung below her mouth. Onlookers gawked and gasped at the giant blubberpile as she waddled slowly by, but she hummed happily to herself, confident in her looks, before approaching a slightly terrified mall worker in the clothing section.
“Sir? Could you please help me find a tailor~?” she giggled, the poor dog anthromorph nearly had a heart attack.
“Uh, o-of c-course!” he squeaked, running off.
Helena chuckled and scanned the area, she saw the foodcourt not too far away and her belly growled so hard it jiggled. Perhaps, just maybe, a little snack before she went home after her shopping trip? Yes, just a little snack wouldn’t hurt.
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