Well Fed

This time we've got a commission done of League of Legend's adorable little Yordle, Tristana.
Shortstacks can only get so stacked before they start spilling over...feel free to read and find out just what I mean~

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BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

“HAH!
Another one down! That’s like what...15 now, Poppy?
And we only just started, I’m on a roll!”

Tristana hollered out excitedly as yet another explosion went off at the behest of her trusty Boomer.

“That’s...great, Trist. R-Really!
Just uh...maybe...you wanna slow down a tad bit?”

Another Yordle, clad in armor and nervously staring at the artillerist before her said. Poppy was, of course, as vigilant as always watching her teammate’s back on the battlefield. But as Tristana blew the enemy away left and right, the little hammer-handler couldn’t help but notice the way Trist’s pants began to steadily tighten around her hips.

As if they were slowly growing...bigger...

“TWENTY!!!

...slow down? For what, we’re dominating out here!!!”

“Oh, uh...um...I guess you’re right...hehehe.
Nevermind, keep going! I’ve...got your back…”

And as another boom went off, causing the earth beneath the two to shake slightly, Poppy gave one last worried glance and the notably jiggly backside Tristana was growing.
The faintest blush spread across her cheeks as she returned to guarding her six…

“It’s...probably nothing...probably.”

Oh, how much of a something it truly was though…

Getting ‘fed’ wasn’t usually taken so literally, but by some strange circumstance or another, Tristana was eating well this day.

Hordes upon hordes of skilless minions poured in with such overly-simplistic and predictable that camping them out and blowing them to bits was actual child’s play!

Though she had Poppy there just in case, Tristana was practically carrying this entire mission on her back!

...or rather her backside.

With each kill she got, the little Yordle got...plumper. It was only a bit at a time, hardly even noticeable for each individual dropped.
But with so many kills coming at once to one little lady, her body was only acting accordingly.
Extra ‘food’ was getting stored wherever it could, thickening her form up to considerable degrees as the fight went on!

Her breasts puffed out a bit more.
Her stomach began to distend just a little, bubbling with an odd yet familiar feeling.
But mostly, her ass was what suffered the most…

Those petite blue cheeks were taking most of the heat in the worst and best sort of ways.

Steadily, she began to fill out her combat cargos out with an increasingly heavily bottom.

What were initially a pair of comfy, practical pants quickly turned into a pair of tight leggings, and were straining to even do that much!

Yet so entranced by her own explosions, Tristana had hardly noticed a difference in herself until she’d reached the 40-kill mark.
That was when she could hear the sound that brought her back to reality…

FRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUURLPHHHT!!!

“UGH!
Triiiist!!!”

Poppy immediately cried out, pinching her nose with her free hand as it sounded off.
Tristana was immediately made aware of what she’d done as soon as the rumbling blast escaped her cheeks, filling the air between the two Yordles with a deep, eggy sort of stench.

Her cheeks went a dark blue as she looked behind her, giving a sheepish sorta giggle…

“U-Uh...sorry about that, haha!
...wait, what the heck…”

As Poppy fanned the air around her by this point, the artillerist had now taken note of the massive cushion her backside had become.

Jutting out like a whole bookshelf, Trist’s ass was heavy enough to bring a waddle to her step and a wobble to her stance.

The newly thickened Yordle teetered a bit as a single hand was placed on her new butt, trying to make sure it was...real.
And sure enough, as her tiny hand sunk into the pant-clad meat of her left cheek, it was very real...and VERY soft.

“I tried to tell you, something’s happening!!! Your butt’s been getting so big since we started, almost like you’ve been stuffing it with something!”

Poppy tells her as she tries to help keep her steady on her feet. But it is around this time that Trist then became aware of the growing gurgling within her gut, which’d also gotten just a tad bit pudgier than before!

She couldn’t get out a single groan before finding herself bending over and letting an even bassier one rip!

BRRRRRrrruuuulpffft!!!

“BLEH!!!
MY MOUTH WAS OPEN, EW EW EW!!!”
Poppy cried out now, fully dropping the hammer to fan her face as a thick puff of rotten gas wafts directly towards her face.
And while she hacked and gagged, Tristana was now beginning to support herself on her cannon, STRUGGLING to compose herself.
The weight of her ass was beginning to become practically impossible for her to notice, especially as it jiggled from the sheer force of her farts.

And the way her crack had become so deep along with how air-tight those pants were now, she was practically dutch-ovening her own butt!
More than anything at that moment, she just wanted to slip out of those bad boys and just air out!!!
But of course, the incoming minions had other ideas…

“AHH, TRIST WATCH OUT!!!”

Before one could lay a grubby little hand on that fat ass of Tristana’s, Poppy held her breath, grabbed her hammer and SLAMMED down on the thing before flipping it around and swinging four more into mere mist.

Just enough time for Trist to straighten herself up and properly thank the little warrior…

“Poppy...s-sorry...and thanks for having my back. You were really coo-”

PRRRRRRrrrrrRRLPT~

“GAH!!! U-Urrgh...f-five-kill streak I guess…”
Poppy cut her off entirely as her own ass sputtered out a short, pitched puff of meaty stench.

Tristana merely laughed it off, thinking that whatever weirdness was going on mattered not. The diminutive double-trouble duo would have no problems with a little bit of gas and body expansion, not when fighting some measly minions!
And so, taking her place back in the small trench she’d made (now featuring perfect indentations of her hefty humps), she squatted down and took aim at an incoming mob.
With a countdown for Poppy’s sake, she let it all loose right towards the gang of little gremlins with a thunderous BOOM...and a sharp sssSSSSHCRPT!!!

“...okay, what was tha-AAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Tristana immediately sighed and looked behind her, expecting to find an absurdly large ass acting as a beanbag chair behind her.
And while it didn’t grow quite to ridiculous sizes like that, it DID grow again.

Just enough to finally push those pants beyond their limit, tearing the seat right at its seam!!!

Her plain white, full-cut panty-clad butt was now out in the open entirely for all to see, with it’s juicy fat cheeks even spilling out the once fully-encompassing fabric at that!

“Aw crap! Come on, not now…”

The distraction was enough to have Tristana’s blushy little self grasping at either end of her ripped pants, struggling to bring them back together at the seam as if it’d even help any.
Her mind was becoming more and more flustered as her body seemed to go through so many drastic changes all at once! This battle was easy, so why did she feel so...so…

“U-Uuuurgh...hrrrrk…

M-My...stomach...I think I gotta…”

She groaned out as a deeper, cramping gurgle rumbled from her midsection. Poppy, having just bashed another minion’s head in, turned to her partner only to get an eyeful of fat, shiny Yordle butt moments before disaster!

“TRIST, WHAT’RE YO-”

PPPHHHHHRRRRRRRLLLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRLRLRBBBBBRRP!!!

An absolute gale of fierce, fetid wind blew past Poppy’s entire front half, with enough force to even tossle her pigtails around!

The sheer humidity of the poot alone was beginning to leave a wet spot or two upon otherwise pristine panties...not that Poppy could properly see with her eyes watering like this.
A mildly visible haze of thick, brown gas had surrounded the two like a literal fog of war as Tristana continued to grunt and strain against her own internal battle.

Something even worse than that absolutely rotten smell was coming, and it’d do much more than just dampen those tighty-whities…

“Hrrk…

Ohmygoshthatstinkssomuchewewewewewewewewew-

...a-are you...okay, Trist?”
Nearly taken out by that faceful-o’-fart, Poppy does her best to recuperate under the cover of Tristana’s gas.
But the gassy Yordle herself was far from okay. There was a job to finish, and a very apparent load to be dumped…

Their reprieve would only last for so long before the next wave of minions came swarming in, and she knew it would be the most tedious one yet.
The job wasn’t hard, but if it wasn’t done right it could’ve very well meant disaster for the both of them.
A sacrifice would have to be made here to ensure their safety and success…even if it meant embarrassing herself to no end.

“GRRRRGH...P-Poppy?”

“Yeah?”

“J-Just...hrrrfff...hang in there a bit longer.

And...s-sorry for what I gotta d-PHHHRBBRBRBRLPT!!!

GAH!!!!

...g-gotta...do. Try not to look, okay?”

“T-Trist, you’re...you’re not gonna…”

Poppy began to ask as more of that meaty stank rolled in, obscuring Tristana’s form almost entirely from the little warrior.

She had hardly any time to ponder what she meant as her hammer came crashing down on the next few stragglers coming from behind, each one earning her own little puff of butt that was so easily overpowered by the champion farter’s gas…

Meanwhile, Tristana was now leaned up right against her trusty Boomer for support, with her massive ass wobbling like jello behind her, still sputtering out what became increasingly juicier farts.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Trist as she took aim, her face going flush as she practically created her own personal sauna.
And with her own guts rebelling fully against her, she knew she had practically no time left to wait.
With grit teeth and trembling hands, she motioned to take fire while at the same time relaxing her body and just starting to...let it go.

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!”

ssssSSPLRRRRRRRLRPRLRRRFRRRRBRBRBBRUUUURRRUULSSSSSSSCRRRLLRRRTTCHPHHBT!!!

The sound of cannon was practically nonexistent.

No feet marching on the ground, no battlecries from her partner, not even the sound of wind of leaves rustling.

Only one noise was ringing loud and clear in Tristana’s big floppy ears…
SHITTING.

As soon as she’d fired, it started almost as a counter-reaction.

What had been a slowly blooming anus was suddenly forced open by the firm, thick, knobbly head of a painfully thick turd that ejected itself into the wet seat of her panties like a rocket blasting off into space!
And as she watched her ammo blast minions left and right, Tristana did so with a shivering little body in the process of forcing out utter ropes of fresh hot shit to coil up in a pair of alright overtaxed undies, which made sure to squish her load right up against her in an unforgivingly nasty fashion.

Poo would pour out of her like wet cement in logs as thick as her forearm, slopping atop itself within their cottony confines before forcing them to sag own further and further on her ass.

The heavy heat of her output only served to dial the fierce blush upon the stinky little Yordle’s face up to eleven, knowing that not only was she having a massive accident right now, but she’d never be able to hide it like this!

Yet even deeper than that, as she practically straddled her cannon for support Tristana felt something even stranger happening within her panties.

Each time her cannon would fire, jostling the ever-expanding contents of her impromptu portapotty straining to hold all its contents...

As Poppy battled her way through the seemingly permanent clouds of gas surrounding her, even she could pick out the stench that rose above all others.
But even with a decent idea of what’d happened, when she turned to check on Tristana not even she was ready for the utterly shameful scene in front of her!

“Nnnfff...h-hrrrrrgh!

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooh my fuuuck...i-it just keeps coming, I can’t...stoooOOooOp~!”

“TRISTANA, ARE YOU GETTING OFF ON POOPING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!?!?”

In complete shock, Poppy absolutely covered her eyes at the scene unfurling before her.

Tristana’s short, thickened legs hugged her cannon tightly, panties absolutely engorged with poo and sagging to the point of revealing her bare asshole currently squeezing out yet another ridiculously long, thick cable of shit.

Older loaves of steamy hot filth were now spilling from the legbands.

What was once a vast canvas of white spread over her fat blue cheeks was now tainted a deep, damp brown that spread like splattering paint.

But most concerning of all had to be how the girl thrusted her hips so forcefully, so rhythmically against her heavy weaponry.

Each hump would set off another explosion out on the battlefield, and each blast in return shaking her heated little body to the point of pumping out even more poo!

Perhaps it was another effect of the 100+ kill streak she was on, or maybe the sheer pleasure of her body-shuddering dumps was doing it alone, but Tristana was utterly feral in trying to get herself off in that moment!
The sight just wouldn’t leave Poppy’s head no matter how short the actual glance she took was, she just looked so...so...ferociously, disgustingly, unabashedly SATISFIED with what she was doing she nearly felt her own ass open up in response!
But holding back on whatever gross desire might or might not have been rising within her, Poppy simply grabbed hold of the hammer one last time and took off to finish off the last of this wave so they could get the hell outta there!

Tristana, though…

“C-Come oooonnnnngh~
More...gimme MORE!
I can’t...I WON’T stop here!

Not until I...h-hrrrngh~!!!”

Tristana just continued her barrage from both ends with a quicker and quicker pace as the minutes went on.

Rubbing her achingly excited pussy deep into the mudbath she’d packed her panties so full of, the number of minions so brainlessly charging in could be counted on her fingers.

Just nine more to go...seven...five...two...until finally, upon that last arcing blast into the air, her entire body tensed up in anticipation of a truly massive explosion!

“G-G-Gonna….gonna go...a-ah...aaaaahhhhh…

KABOOOOOOOOM~❤”

And as the last of the enemy forces were scattered to nothing, the pleasure screams of a shitting, humping Yordle found themselves drowned out with booming explosions signalling the end of battle.

Once the fog, both from cannonfire and Tristana’s ass had cleared, the loaded little lady was found cuddling up against Boomer with her panties now degraded to a mere trash bag full of shit just barely hanging off her plumped up hips.

Tired from the long battle, exhausting dumps being pushed, and such sudden masturbation…

Poppy would return soon enough to the scene, spotting the napping nastiness that Tristana currently was and sighing apprehensively.
Her own body had begun straining at the armor she wore, booty heavily bouncing in the same manner as Trist’s yet only half as gassy.
Yet as she reached forward to wake the Yordle up and escort her back for a change, the strangest curiosity washed over her while bent over…

“...did it really feel...t-that good…?”
She pondered aloud, eyes now fully locked onto the gorgeously gross bulges and curves of those utterly ruined panties.
And then, without so much as giving it another thought now that the fight was over...Poppy bit down on her lip, planted her hands on her knees, and began to push...