Deviation Actions
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Rachel is a taken aback at the rather casual answer. "you were hungry? But that's..." Chista cocks her head. "Impossible?" Rachel looks behind her at the x-rays then moves her hand along Chista's belly the soft fat indenting as it glides across stopping when she feels the more rat skull once more. This can't be real and yet. She feels Chista's gut gurgle as that hard mass moves out of her grasp once more. "I... I don't know." Chista smiles at Rachel "look how about I show you." Rachel looks up into Chista's eyes that unnatural cyan glow is almost hypnotic... "okay." Chista leans forward on the gurney a bit the metal squeaks as the weight shifts her gut groans as it's pressed into her lap a bit more.
Rachel watches as her mouth opens wide giving her an excellent view of her rather clean teeth and a thick pink tongue resting on her pallet. Rachel can't stop her mind from instantly analyzing what was before her. Teeth seem alright. I didn't see any cavities on the x-rays, but she seems to take good- This quickly stops as the mouth pushes past what a normal human's jaw should be capable of. This isn't... the jaws part wider and wider showing off more of that maw letting the light reach back towards her uvula and the deep abyss of her gullet. Just must be adapted to take in large amounts of food. If its pivots on the mandible that would explain the strange deviation in her Rami. Rachel's mind latched on to her medical knowledge to keep her from fleeing in terror as those jaw parted wider and wider still. Soon she was staring into a deep cavern that she could if she wanted to stick her head in with minimal trouble. L.. let’s see the human head has an average circumference of 56.4cm. She watched some saliva drip from the top of Chista's mouth to the bottom joining a large pool forming under her tongue. S...so she can open her jaws at approximately 63 cm. Rachel now knew how the mole rat got into Chista's intestines. Wait... a mole rat has a wider waist so... Rachel's eyes widen in a terrifying realization. Her jaws must be able to stretch wider than this... perhaps when enough external pressure is applied like from a larger meal. Rachel let the implications of what this meant slowly builds as a loud GULP makes her flinch as Chista swallows down a gullet full of saliva then closes her jaws. Rachel feels Chista's gut growl as the saliva reaches her empty belly.
"So, I just swallowed it down like that." Chista smiles at Rachel but quickly shifts to concern as the raw terror on her face is plain to see. "Hey doc you okay?" Rachel's mind does a quick reboot as Chista's question hits her ears. "Wha...Oh! Yes! I'm fine just a bit..." she takes her hand off Chista's belly. "Surprised. I've never seen a mutation like this before." This is... amazing. Chista rubs the back of her head. "Ya I didn't think this is that conman down south." She stands up letting the gurney groan in relief but a noticeable dent in the metal legs remains. Rachel stands back giving the much larger woman space. "So the mole rat is that a normal portion size?" Chista faces the dock and pats her belly. "Well I would normal go for three or four of the delicious buggers, but one works for a light breakfast." Rachel looks down at that massive belly as it groans reminding Chista that they did miss lunch and dinner was coming up. A light breakfast! A whole mole rat is a light breakfast! Rachel then remembers Chista mentioning the cans of spam, pork and beans, and cans of dog food. Cans! plural! The number of calories being sucked up by those intestines was a staggering number, and yet... a deep growl signaled that it needed more.
Rachel than remembers the slide that mole rat was pretty far along in there... then she remembered how she felt those powerful organs move the whole mass along. "H...how long does it take for you to... um..." Rachel reaches out once more placing her hand on Chista's belly tracing along its girth for that mole rat once more. Chista place's her hands on her hips as she watches the doctor faun over her gut. "Well usually a little over a day sometimes more if I go overboard." Rachel's eyes widen at the given time frame. Only a day!? Her hand glides over the belly felling the labyrinth intestines pulse with digestion each one drawing more and more calories out of the meal. She remembers the x-rays the massive stomach, the much larger intestines, the thick muscles... her mind races over what would be required to break down that much meat, and bone in such a short time frame. The chemical reaction that had to take place, the powerful muscles needed to churn all of it, all the supporting organs: the liver, the gallbladder, and pancreas and how much different they must be from the human norm. Then she took all the other changes outside of the digestive system: Denser muscles, denser bones, larger lungs, and so on... Rachel feels the warmth literally radiating from that pot belly. It becomes apparent why she would consider a mole rat a light breakfast. The amount of energy required to keep such a powerful body going must be immense ergo requires an equally powerful digestive system to process such a large quantity of food. She sinks her hand a little bit deeper into that fat feeling the warmth seep into her. But such a large digestive system requires a lot of calories of its own to keep going on such a scale. It just like how a Deathclaw's biology works. Rachel then remembers that deathclaws don't have a lot of fat because they burn it off as quickly as they acquire it. The heat and activity hinted that Chista's body worked on a similar principle but... Rachel spreads her fingers letting soft supple fat seep between them then looks up at those large breasts. Chista didn't have this problem it seemed. How does an Apex predator get so fat... the belly grumbles under her touch. The answer manifest itself in a feeling that there were a lot of mole rats layered on Chista's gut. "I see you are quite successful on the surface."
Chista cocked her head and watched Rachel rub her belly. Rachel's prognoses of a large quantity of mole rats contributing to the heft she worships was correct, but it was so much more. Cats, dogs, wolves, rabbits, radroaches, a few yao gue cubs, mercs, slavers, raiders, a couple drunks, and a few people she couldn't remember. (too much drinking.) then there was the kilos of conventional foods piled on top of all that. Rachel was pawing at the combined hopes and dreams of well over a hundred people and twice that number in animals. Chista smiled as she felt the doc move her hands over towards her belly button then back across. "Oh defiantly. there's not much out there the big gal can't handle." Her belly growled once more reminding her of the time. "Oh a doc. are we done? I really want to get a bite to eat I’m starving." Rachel stopped rubbing and looked up at Chista. "what."
Also gonna mention when I was playing around with this. I had to make a new save and messed up on the armor. So that's why the leather armor looks off for these pics. Also holy shit. It was supposed to be a short story. Why am I terrible at that. Also I have more pics but... I'll explain in a post on what make's them different. For now more medical mysteries of Chista explored.