The sorceress would groan as she comes off of her magic-induced feeding frenzy. She would look pained as she reaches her hands to help support her knee-length churning ashen orb, her skin taut like latex over her gurgling guts. She would only barely listen to the discussion taking place, first being distracted by her desire to feast, and now distracted by her overstuffed belly's pangs of pain, from which the drow derived a perverse pleasure.<br/><br/>Ter'ra would sit down as the party arms up, her lithe legs spread before her as her hands stroke the bubble-like curve of her veggie-filled belly. Inside, her powerful muscles try desperately to compact the four human-sized creatures into something manageable. Such a goal was sadly out of reach, so her stomach would gurgle and churn right along with the drow. As the compressed plants are exposed to a growing amount of acid, they quickly become liquid, helping round out the sorceress's previously lumpy middle. Once the party is back together, she would hobble to her feet, legs taking a waddling stance as she tries to keep up<br/><br/>((Terra is 2x stuffed, and will hustle her big sloshy belly to keep up))