30.2ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ/sᴛʀᴀᴛᴏᴛʜʀᴀx

He groaned as his bones began to grow once more and his stomach flattened. Opal came to rest on his muscular abdomen with a little sigh.

"So worth it. Spicy but so good."

He looked down at her, so much smaller looking than when they'd first met.

She looked up at him and smiled. "I made a good call, yes? This tribe was prime for getting eaten."

"Yeah, you did, it was a smart idea. I feel that much bigger and I haven't even finished yet. You're starting to look so tiny." He held up one of her hands in a giant paw, just one of his paw pads was nearly the same size as her hand.

She blinked up at him.

"Tiny?"

"So small. I must weigh several times what you do by now." He gave her a wolfish grin.

A flicker of emotion crossed Opals face, first immense pleasure, then worry, then unhappy frustration. She bit her lip and abruptly got to her feet. She looked like she was about to say something, then shook her head and ran off.

Rain looked after her in surprise.

"...doesn't she like that?"

He furrowed his brow but he couldn't think why she would suddenly feel upset. He grumbled but as his stomach growled for more he put it to the back of his mind.

Forty Goblins awaited his jaws and he wasn't going to let them remain outside his stomach. He ground his way through them, compared to larger monsters Goblins were becoming trivial to eat due to his larger body, appetite, and maw. There were a lot of them but he was very very hungry, hungry enough that he was eating Goblin before the previous had fully digested. Gut rounded with Goblins he eventually consumed the fortieth goblin. Without pause he went straight into the remaining Cavebear-goblin. It didn't take long and soon there was nothing left of the hill of flesh but a wide puddle of blood. He belched loud and long as it digested and the last of the growth washed over him with a satisfying stretching feeling.

Of the half goblin tribe only Cairn and what Rain assumed what was Cairn's unwilling father now remained. He could only compare it to eating two entire cows. He gave the Minotaur he had mercy killed a moment of thought, a thankyou for his body and his sympathy for what had happened to him.

Rain had consumed an entire monster tribe, a large one. Ninety two once living beings had gone inside him and been made a part of him, fuel for his immense surging growth.

"G-gods, I've never eaten so well in my life."

He simply lay there for a moment, a wolf in a field of blood. There was so much blood that it covered most of the grassy clearing.

After a little while, he rolled to his feet. The ground was significantly lower than he remembered, a sign of his growth. He estimated he'd hit eight foot tall at this point, nearly a full foot of growth, which was a huge amount of increased mass, more mass than his previous two foot of growth combined. His sheer weight left broad paw pad footprints in the grass as he walked through it. He felt stronger too, in fact as he came up to the building in the middle of the clearing he felt like testing his strength. He placed a paw on one of the support beams and squeezed, the wood splintered then broke beneath his grip. He then placed his paws against the building's walls and pushed. With a creaking screech the entire crude building fell over and collapsed, although, he considered, the building likely had been weakened since he'd caused a mini earthquake.

He clenched and unclenched his paw in front of his eyes. He definitely felt much stronger, he knew his strength was going up disproportionately to his growth.

He stepped over to one of the small central buildings and with a snarl ripped its roof off. He then pulled down its walls. Inside was a large comfortable looking bed, the Minotaur-goblin's he assumed. The first sight of a real bed in his new life was too much to resist and he was too exhausted to stop himself. He let out a long long sigh and slumped down on top of it, the bed letting out a groan of distress from his weight. Sleep soon took him unawares and his body steadily continued to heal.