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\n\t\t\t\t\tFalken and \n\t\t\t\t\tturbomcgogo\tThe store room in the lower levels of the palace is pleasantly warm and dry, perfect environment for storing vast quantities of rice and grains – however right now the rice stores are being rapidly depleted being Felinaga whose long and swollen bulk stretches almost from one end of the room to the other while she stuffs her maw with dry rice from a sack, pausing only to swallow and draw breath.
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\t”Keep going, keep going! You're not quite full enough for the feast yet, it's going to be magnificent at this rate!”, Emiko shouts excitedly as she straddles the rear part of the naga's long boy, constantly crawling up and down the scaly length with her hands kneading and legs squeezing it. ”All these eggs and rice are going to be so tasty after boiling… you filled up really well after I plugged you up a couple of weeks ago~”, she adds and licks her lips as she feels the lumpiness through Felinaga's scaly hide, the feline ceaselessly working to shift everything backwards so that the naga will end up as stuffed as possible at the end of her gorging.
\tGulping down a large enough helping of uncooked rice to make a momentary bulge on her throat, Felinaga turns to look at the feline over her shoulder while patting her own anthro belly as a gesture. ”Mreowh, yeah! Those eggs have just kept coming but not getting out – it's good the feast is tomorrow since I've begun to feel so much of an overstuffed noodle that I'm not sure how long I could have kept going before splitting at the seams, literally~”, she laughs with a sabretoothed grin before sinking her arms into the large rice sack again to cram more dry rice into her open maw. Once she's done swallowing she taps her spread-out bellyscales markedly with her tailtip, her long form visibly divided into a series of large bulges which are constantly worked towards her tail end by Emiko's thighs and hands. ”I'm think I'm going to be ready after this sack, doubt there's any more room at that point as it already feels that the rice is coming up my gullet every time you move.”
\t”Sure, the sooner we get you into the pot the better! You're going to be the greatest feast in years, such honour – aren't you excited already?”, Emiko giggles as she performs some gymnastics atop Felinaga's taut churning belly, prodding her with her fingers here and there to gauge fullness while enjoying the gasping noises the naga makes. ”Of course you're not going to be around to see it since you'll be full cooked and everything, but you can fantasize about how the whole court will relish the delicious contents of this long belly!”
\tNodding, Felinaga belches from how her stomach contents are begin stirred while sensing her innards contract again around the mass of eggs which her body has been diligently adding to in the past weeks… each spasm making her reproductive organs to feel like needles and pins as it surges through the overstretched tissues. ”I've been preparing for this for years so I certainly hope I'll make a great feast – you just need to start giving me that water once I'm done with this sack so that all the rice will be properly steamed to give a nice bedding to my eggs...”, she remarks casually as she dips deeper and deeper into the emptying rice sack while the forwardmost part of her snake-like body expands slowly.
\t”Yea yea! I'll get right to it!”, Emiko quips before gracefully slipping down onto the floor to run off to the barrels set on the side – fresh water was a somewhat precious commodity in the city given its position in the middle of arid lands, but nevertheless several barrels had been reserved to make sure the rice in the naga's stomach would be adequately moistened. After popping one of the barrels open, the feline dips a clay tankard in the cool water inside to haul it over. ”Here you, don't spill it please!”, she adds as she hands it over before strolling back towards the barrels – tracing over the swollen contours of Felinaga's body and sticking her fingertips in the crevices between her straining bellyscales, the belly on Emiko's excitedly raised tail ringing softly as she licks her chops in anticipation.
\t”Nuh-uh!”, Felinaga replies as she raises the tankard to her lips to start greedily gulping down the water due to how her throat is absolutely parched from the dry rice – feeling accomplished thanks to how she's utterly stuffed and sick to her stomach along her whole length, which in her mind indicates that she's ready for the next part as soon as the water spreads through her guts. In the meantime Emiko gleefully teases her by pressing on her sides to feel the shapes of the back-up eggs within, ready to help with more water as soon as it's needed…
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\tAfter all the rice and water had been exhausted, moving the groaning sloshy naga through the basement level all the way to the kitchen had taken its sweet time – mostly because she was only barely able to slither with all the stuffing weighting her down, but they had eventually made it to be helped by the kitchen staff immediately upon their arrival. Compared to the staff, the waiting pot was enormously in size… but it still proved out to be barely enough as they hefted the long distended coils of Felinaga inside with Emiko holding the hand of the burping and dry-heaving naga.
\t”Mreooowwh, glad that's over, I thought I was going to throw up from all the squeezing and lifting of my poor belly…! Now I'm just going to relax, right?”, the naga grumbles after she finally gets to settle down in the pot and lean back while water coloured by added spices and herbs is poured over her until she's almost completely submerged – her upper torso lounging on the rim of the pot as she pats her anthro belly which also rounded out enough during the last part of her feeding that it breaks surface of the swirling fluid. ”The rice is soaking up the water nicely, I'm feeling less water-logged by the minute – are you going to start the fire?”
\tBusy ducking under the floor to place coal and wood along with the others under the giant cast iron grill which supports the pot, Emiko doesn't immediately reply, but the telltale crackling of fire has already started by the time she peeks over the rim of the pot to meet the naga's gaze. ”Just did it, be more patient, you silly! You'll be boiled like you wanted, it'll just take some time – we'll make you sit in hot water for a couple of hours first so that you and all that stuffing in you is fully warmed and the rice has swelled up, then we'll raise the heat to boil you and serve you!”, the dainty feline explains and affords Felinaga an impish smirk before turning away swiftly to fill the kitchen with the tingling of her tail bell as she starts poring through stone insciptions on the walls to figure out how to best boil such a large creature – leaving the naga to her own devices as the fire under the pot intensifies.
\tFew hours later the water in the pot still doesn't actually boil as Emiko has deliberately kept the fire low, but the oils, spices and herbs have created a delightful froth around Felinaga's exposed body while she groans and pants in the heat… her scales and torso glistening from the preparation the feline has been doing. ”Almost there, I read that it should take roughly five hours for you to heat up all the way to the core… I'm going to so request to get these on my plate once you've been served!”, Emiko muses as she approaches the naga from behind to start rubbing more oily marinade on her generous breasts – the two of which seem to be even larger than before now that they've been warming up and marinading for hours while lightly squished between the naga's chin and her swollen upper belly.
\t”Mmmmnnnn… I feel so tired from this heat… and it's funny to think that this pot will be my end…”, Felinaga mumbles as her head sways drunkenly and her upper back arcs a little to push her breasts against Emiko's palms to hold them up until the feline reluctantly has to step away to resume her other duties. In the meantime Felinaga's green eyes follow her lazily while the naga toys with her own nipples. ”But I'd be happy to give them to you to be chopped off if they were ready yet – hrrr – just thinking about them being sliced away...”
\t”I bet you would! I'd take my sweet time with them – but no worries, they'll be ready eventually. Now, let me check if you feel ready to be boiled~”, Emiko laughs when she returns with a long blunt wooden stirring stick, promptly dunking it into the pot to firmly jab the naga's bulging scaly belly from random spots while Felinaga gags and places her hands briefly onto her anthro belly to rub it before lifting them onto the rim of the pot. The feline checking on her is quite amused by the reaction and thus decides to poke some more, wedging her stick here and there in teh crevices between the spread-out bellyscales. ”Awww, does the nag's tummy hurt? You make a great food container, I thought you'd explode all over the floor earlier but we did get you properly stuffed for the guests!
\t”Hic! I felt like it...”, is Felinaga's draw-out reply as she languidly settles a little deeper in the pot while Emiko tosses the stirring stick aside to start tossing wood into the fire underneath, the increasing heat gradually lulling the naga into an incoherent dreamy state as wisps of steam thicken around her…
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\tThe centrepiece of the great feast was finally ready. Draining the pot and bringing in the fully cooked naga without spoiling her had been a massive ordeal but the kitchen staff and servers had dealt with it admirably, even when they had had to string up the torso into a pole in the middle of the table and setup the long hot body into a neat loop around it. The aroma oozing into the air from cooked naga flesh was splendid, regardless, and already made the guests maws water long before they were even let near the table.
\tHowever the true extent of the feast only becomes evident once it actually begins – with all the guests circled around the table with their plates, Emiko and the others start to meticulously cut large holes in the naga's crispy hide to let boiled eggs and steamed rice spill out to large trays for serving. And even if the guests are many, the long bulging form of the naga seems to hold an almost endless amount of both as people dig and squeeze more out to fill one plate after another. At the same time Emiko secretly licks her lips over the large thoroughly cooked mammaries of Felinaga as they hang limply on her chest… towards the end of cooking the feline had deliberately held them in the boiling water while being careful not to destroy the naga's head.
\tEventually the filling would run out and everyone would move on to naga meat instead, with the kitchen staff scraping off anything left over after the end of the feast. Leftovers would be fed to the palace staff, the naga's skeleton would be bleached and turned into ornaments, and her head would be preserved to become a memento for past feasts – joining other heads on the wall of the giant feast hall. The only problem would be that a naga's capacity was not easily matched while feasts had become larger and larger over the years… next time, there might have to be more than one main course...