When she had arrived on orbit few weeks ago she had still been her usual long slim self, and thus she had landed on the surface without any qualms, after a cursory search had revealed that the planet had a tolerable biosphere and there was a small pre-industrial community down below as the apparent remnant of the larger colony she had originally been sent to look for by Axenaar authorities when the coordinates had been recovered from damaged Conglomerate information storage units. Initial contact had been… difficult, though, as the colonists had never seen a naga before and thus she was initially mistaken as a beast to be shot at when she had approached.
And even after she'd managed to flag down the hunting party without being immediately pelted with musket rounds, convincing them of her noble intentions had been an issue – despite her attempts to vouch for Axenaar after being begrudgingly let to slither over to the outskirts of the small town, the people as a whole didn't have much interest in the outside world which had essentially betrayed them few generations ago and left them to fend for themselves regardless of their pleas for assistance or resources.
Hence she thought that she'd be shrewd and ask if there were any problems she could help the town with, to show that she would be willing to help even without receiving anything in return… and as luck would have it, there was a festering issue which they thought would be perfect for her. Namely, pest control at their vast fields because of a recent infestation of local rat-like pests which were easy enough to hunt down but hard to dispose of as their bodies would simply spawn more after a few days if left alone, their meat was terrible and barely suitable even for animals, and burning or otherwise destroying them wasted precious resources. Likely they assumed that Felinaga would be driven away by being asked to do the most logical thing to get rid of the bodies – but her reluctant agreement to gobble down the remains had been eagerly accepted as well.
After having settled down on one of the fields, Felinaga had cringed but obliged when the people begun to haul sack after sack of small furry bodies for her to eat, and the whole deal had rather quickly become a popular spectacle with young and old people marvelling the occasion and crowding the naga to prod her scaly body as it had slowly begun to distend from the seemingly endless amount of catch. Eventually she had been led to another field, and then to another, her original distaste for gorging on the pests being replaced by her more animalistic greedy nature as her enormous stomach keeps stretching and filling up… thus when the townspeople had noticed the subtle change, they had decided to half-drag and half-lead her back over to her ship to avoid leaving her outside while they had continued to bring sacks full of things to eat.
When the haze from stuffing herself in wild abandon had cleared, Felinaga had found herself bloated to the bursting point and effectively immobile - the immense bulges formed from tightly packed small prey inside her coils straining her scaly hide to the point where even the smallest movements make her feel like she's about to split her stomach open from somewhere. Hence she's only able to try and relax while hoping that someone will come over to talk to her at least, as she knows it will take a month or two before her digestive track has even managed to soften up the copious amount of food in her stomach...
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