As the last mouthful of pizza sat stewing away in her stomach, Rook had to wonder how much she would be putting on - not less than ten, at least, at the rate she had been going. The pegasus massaged her distended middle gently, shivering as she felt her gut cramp and tighten around the immense load she’d given it to render into extra padding. More hunger pangs hit, just as the last of the chymey mass that had been roiling around in her belly drained into the waiting intestines with a series of long, sloshing gurgles and groans. Wouldn’t be long, now.