Terrified by the possibility alone of losing the perfect, curvy body, replaced by a jiggly mound of disgusting lard, Rouge decided to gather all of her willpower in order to face the effects of the curse head on.
Taking a strong, offensive stance with one leg to the front and another behind, slightly bent, the bat attempted to steer the thoughts away from food. But no matter what, the stomach would not let itself be forgotten about, not even for a single second.
"You're stronger that this, girl! Resist! You can control it!" - eyes closed very tightly, fists clenched, sweat dripping from the forehead, Rouge found herself struggling against the ever growing discomfort in her cake stuffed abdomen. Every minute spent not eating amplified the strength of the growls. Eventually, the pulsation returned, painfully reminding the girl the control over her own body was slipping away.
"NNNGH! N-no, I must... " - the vibrations stopped her mid-sentence, leaving her gasping for breath instead. The pain was unberable and made Rouge afraid she was going to explode any moment.
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