Commission for Glare

Tzelle had a plan for her birthday. She'd go on a binge and eat a bunch of her friends, keeping their mass to grow softer and bigger, with each friend gurgled adding to her and each friend that stays adding even more. I learned of this goal with only a month to go and she wasn't as close to it as she had hoped.

Somehow, all the characters I owned were wrangled up and lead down her gullet, one by one, until the little blue moogle was the last to contribute, like a cherry on top of her cake.

I don't recall if she reached her goal, but the results were flattering and most appreciated and enjoyed.