The teenaged liepard's stomach had never hurt so much as after her first proper battle in the junior section of the underground league – although she had expected it, the sheer agony of her stomach lining stretching far beyond its normal limits when she had ravenously gulped down her glaceon opponent at the end of the match had left her barely able to walk out. ”Uuuurgh… at least she's like an ice pack… I wonder if I'll make it all the way to digestion!”, she grumbles a little later after lugging her exhaustingly hefty belly over to some water fountains to soothe the constant throbbing of her stomach with cool water, the glaceon's natural coldness further aiding her for the moment in that. Although the soothing chill is more than counteracted by how the ingested glaceon keeps pounding the liepard's stomach walls harsly with her paws from within, occasionally stretching the hide around the liepard's perky teats far enough to cause a definite shape of a paw to show. The constantly nauseating sensation causes the liepard to ponder if it'd be just easier to barf her opponent out as she keeps lapping up the water, but then again that would be worth quite a bunch of hard-earned points, and she wants to proceed in the league as fast as possible...
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