Poppy's Popularity Perdicament

"Poppy, what're you...H-Hey! Unhand me this instant, I-Nmmph!" Nami the Tidecaller spoke, before quickly being interrupted mid sentence, quite rudely in fact, what with having been shoved head-first into the gaping maw of the now notorious Keeper of the Hammer, Poppy. The yordle spent little time with introductions, having snuck up and launching a surprise gank on Nami, her mouth working quickly over the female marai's thin frame, Nami's shoulders offering little trouble for Poppy. Nami wriggled and shook, trying to free herself so as to fight back against the minute predator, but it was of no use; if anything, it allowed Poppy an even easier time swallowing down her aquatic prey. It hadn't been long after Poppy had downed her two previous victims, the fellow yordle gunner Tristana and Fae sorceress Lulu, their digested mass still visibly jiggling on Poppy's melon-sized breasts and rear, Lulu having added quite nicely to Poppy's chest, with Tristana quite fittingly padding out the yordle's ass. Of course, Poppy's rubber dress was in no condition to handle another boulder-sized meal, instead the Keeper of the Hammer opting to wear something just as scandalous; a string microkini made of the same material. She'd kept the red rubber heeld boots and gloves, having grown a bit fond of how, much like this bikini, they reflected and shined off her pale-blue skin, hugging and squeezing her tightly despite her recently added pounds from a yordle-sized buffet.

As she continued to devour Nami, Poppy thought to herself "Whew, this is tough! But I scarfed down Lulu and Tristana, so this is minnow's play as Nami herself would put it!", mocking the female Tidecaller as Poppy hoisted Nami above her yordle physique, feeling Nami effortlessly slide further into her gullet, the marai's body already being swallowed down up to her wrists, forcibly shoved into the cramp confines of Poppy's stomach. "Poppy, why're you-mmph!- doing this?! Let me -nnnmph!- out!" shrieked Nami, her koi-styled body doing no favours for her here, her fin-like hair pushing her firmly up against the insides of Poppy's gut, her shoulders, breasts, and surprised expression all clearly visible from the outside. She squirmed and struggled from left to right, flopping her scaled-coated tail to try and flip herself out, but Poppy's strength was too much to fight against, doing little more than annoy the curvy Yordle now, along with the inevitable noises of 'glorping' and 'blorping' Nami caused. It was quite the site to behold, the previous peace of a moonlit night, warm sauna waters, and cherry blossom trees in full bloom in stark contrast to the violent, lusty and gluttonous display going on right beside all of it. The quiet silence was shattered by the loud, obvious sounds of Poppy's gut, her stomach churning and gurgling with each movement Nami made. Nami, miles away from anyone else, was a sitting duck to any hungry, clever predators out and about on nights like these; Something Poppy was growing accustomed to at an alarmingly fast rate, her hesitations and reservations from the previous meal quickly fading away to be replaced with an ever growing hunger and desire for more tasty champions.

Poppy, with a mouthful of thrashing fish right now, couldn't quite answer Nami, the Tidecaller still struggling as best she could despite how futile it was now, Poppy's mouth already extending past Nami's webbed hands now, but the yordle's mind thought up a responce quick enough. "Why? Well you're even MORE popular than Trist or Lulu. If I digest you, in something even sexier, then that popularity'll be mine! It's simple, right? Yeah I knew you'd understand, Nami, you're a good sport! Now, nngh, stop struggling and let me swallow you! Fish are meant to be eaten, and you're a fish! Quit floppin' around!". And with that, Poppy swallowed with all her might one final time, Nami's koi-styled tail slowly but surely disappearing past the female yordle's mouth. Nami was now curled up and permanently stuck within Poppy's stomach, the fleshy confines sloshing, gurgling, and churning away at Nami, her muffled cries of "Mmph! Noommph! Let me ouuut! Mmumph!" being drowned out by the noises of her digestion. Now, Nami was no longer quite the Tidecaller, and Poppy no longer Keeper of the Hammer. It was perhaps more accurate to call Nami the "Seafood Special", and Poppy the "Keeper of Tristana, Lulu, and soon enough, Nami".