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"BEEEELLLLLLCCH!!!"
That was the sound of a certain overfed scientist walking away, or should I say waddling away, from yet another fattening meal. Once again, Grodd had convinced Winston to go out to dinner which resulted in yet another restaurant losing all of it's stock for the night. Grodd wasn't surprised as Winston was now a bonafide glutton at this point. However, the stares that the chunky scientist got were rather amusing. At this point, he truly was all belly with arms and legs.
"I'm surprised that you also agreed to walk outside without clothes," Grodd casually tossed out.
"Not like it *burp* matters," Winston replied between burps. "Besides, all my clothes *burp* don't fit me anymore *muuurrrp* Remember?"
"Welp, it's not like you've got much to show..." Grodd added, rolling his eyes. However, despite his jabs, Grodd was somewhat worried about Winston's mobility. Sure, he said he'd take care of him if he became immobile, but Winston stubbornly insisted he get a good leg work anyway. He loved his chunky monkey, but he didn't want to see him get hurt.
"BUUURRRRRAAAAAAAPP!!!" Winston erupted from his gullet, interrupting Grodd's thoughts. "Oof! Hoo... Damn, this gut is murder on my legs. I can't believe how heavy it is. It actually feels like it's *urp* pressing down on my thighs." Beads of sweat slowly streamed down Winston's brow; one part out of exhaustion, the other out of arousal. He newfound pride in his size made him feel powerful, hungrier... and hornier. "To be honest, this feels... rather... fascinating..."
Just as he said that, Winston felt a slip in his step that set him off balance. Winston tried to yell for aid, but all be could manage was a loud belch that got Grodd's attention. Grodd turned quickly to see Winston toppling over, and then...
TIIIIIIMMMMMMBEEERRRR!
With a loud WHOMP, Winston fell on his back with a heap. Grodd ran to his side to see Winston gasping for breath, his belly jiggling from the violent movement.
"Winston! Babe, are you okay?!" Winston didn't answer for a few seconds but as soon as he caught his breath, a big dumb smile crept on his face as he idly patted the mountain of adipose sitting atop of him.
"I stand corrected. This is... *mmbuurrp* pretty fucking hot..."
That was the sound of a certain overfed scientist walking away, or should I say waddling away, from yet another fattening meal. Once again, Grodd had convinced Winston to go out to dinner which resulted in yet another restaurant losing all of it's stock for the night. Grodd wasn't surprised as Winston was now a bonafide glutton at this point. However, the stares that the chunky scientist got were rather amusing. At this point, he truly was all belly with arms and legs.
"I'm surprised that you also agreed to walk outside without clothes," Grodd casually tossed out.
"Not like it *burp* matters," Winston replied between burps. "Besides, all my clothes *burp* don't fit me anymore *muuurrrp* Remember?"
"Welp, it's not like you've got much to show..." Grodd added, rolling his eyes. However, despite his jabs, Grodd was somewhat worried about Winston's mobility. Sure, he said he'd take care of him if he became immobile, but Winston stubbornly insisted he get a good leg work anyway. He loved his chunky monkey, but he didn't want to see him get hurt.
"BUUURRRRRAAAAAAAPP!!!" Winston erupted from his gullet, interrupting Grodd's thoughts. "Oof! Hoo... Damn, this gut is murder on my legs. I can't believe how heavy it is. It actually feels like it's *urp* pressing down on my thighs." Beads of sweat slowly streamed down Winston's brow; one part out of exhaustion, the other out of arousal. He newfound pride in his size made him feel powerful, hungrier... and hornier. "To be honest, this feels... rather... fascinating..."
Just as he said that, Winston felt a slip in his step that set him off balance. Winston tried to yell for aid, but all be could manage was a loud belch that got Grodd's attention. Grodd turned quickly to see Winston toppling over, and then...
TIIIIIIMMMMMMBEEERRRR!
With a loud WHOMP, Winston fell on his back with a heap. Grodd ran to his side to see Winston gasping for breath, his belly jiggling from the violent movement.
"Winston! Babe, are you okay?!" Winston didn't answer for a few seconds but as soon as he caught his breath, a big dumb smile crept on his face as he idly patted the mountain of adipose sitting atop of him.
"I stand corrected. This is... *mmbuurrp* pretty fucking hot..."
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Gorilla
Size 1280 x 904px
File Size 214.7 kB
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