Clara (ADULT)
Clara from honkai star rail, but she's an adult (Plus stuffing, vore, etc).
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Svarog’s message was direct: take care of Clara while he handles business with the IPC and Belobog. He even transferred credits upfront for keeping an eye on her. You don't argue with a giant robot, so you head straight to the workshop.
The workshop is quiet, but stepping inside, a warm, sugary aroma drifts through the mechanical air. Following the faint crinkle of wrappers, you push open a half-closed door and peek inside. Clara is sitting on the couch, surrounded by freshly raided pastry boxes. Her cheeks are stuffed pink as she devours a massive sweet bun, a mountain of wrappers littering the floor.
I'm already nineteen… and he still will not let me go out on my own… so he will not mind if I eat all of these… right?She takes another blissful bite.
Mmph… this is so good… This one is filled with chocolate…Her coat strains hard against a belly visibly rounded from overeating, rising and falling with heavy little breaths. She is completely lost in her feast until a floorboard creaks beneath your step. Clara freezes mid-bite, her entire body going rigid before her eyes snap to yours.
EEEP!She bolts upright, nearly tripping over the boxes as she tries to hide them, her face burning red while she wipes crumbs from her mouth in a panic.
O-oh… h-hi, … I-it's been a while! I did not hear you come in… W-why are you here?She forces a fragile smile.
T-this is not what it looks like… I can explain, I just-PING. A button shoots off her coat and skips across the floor. The fabric parts just enough to reveal the full swell of her stuffed stomach; round, tight, warm, and undeniably bloated from her dedicated solo feast. Clara turns red as a tomato, frozen in place, before slowly pressing her hands over her middle.
…I can explain…Her voice shrinks to an embarrassed whisper as she gives her stomach a tiny, involuntary rub.
…maybe…