Final part commission for  insertpenname. Thanks for commenting! I really hope I can improve from this! Added some facepaint on Loki for a bit more individuality

It finally slowed down, the hunger, the bloating, Nok was struggling to stand at this point, but hell he was trying. He shoved his feet at the ground but his muscles ached and screamed, gah, he was ridiculous! He put a hand to his gut to inspect the damage; it wasn't good; his gut had inflated into a black, rubbery sack of soft pudge. His legs were so goddarn heavy it was a miracle they could support their own weight in the awkward half-kneel he was in. Even more, his jiggling backside was touching the floor even as he was.

That giant rear was smothered by a similarly overweight turian's gut, Loki cuddling up to his now much larger friend, "oh wow! you're so soft! haha, I never expected it to work so well! you must just be born to gain!"

Nok sighed, well, he was stuck like this now; it would be zero rations and 24 hour gym visits from now on.