The great leviathan slumbered, its greed satisfied for now as it drifted from its hunger-induced frenzy. As it awakened from its feeding trance, it remembered it was a "she" and her name was Wanda...

Wanda blinked as she realized several things at once. For one, the great, sloping, ever-quivering pillows in front of her were the exact shade of her chest, and the mounds beside her face reminded her of her shoulders. There was even the purple striping. There was an extreme weight burgeoning her as well as an extreme warmth, but simultaneously she could detect a draft in her nether regions... which felt a lot more exposed than they would even naked. And who had shoved a couch against her back...?

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While Wanda spends this time to realize how near, and possibly achieved, immobility she has gotten, let's just glory in the wide Weregarurumon woman's wideness.

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