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eskaria145 as part of a trade we've been working on.
"BRUUUUP!!"
A loud, deep and rumbling belch erupted from Croc's maw. The large reptile groaned as he sat on his mattress, cradling his bloated, gurgling belly with one hand while pressing a fist against his maw with his other hand. His facial expression was groggy. He appeared green...or rather, greener than usual. His clawed fingers sank into his bloated underbelly as it churned and burbled intensely in his grasp, making Croc lurch forward a little as he felt his stomach hitch.
"...Guh, man," Croc groaned weakly. "...S-somethin' ain't-URP-mph, s-sittin' right...HUUUURRRP!!"
Killer Croc wasn't especially picky. If he was hungry, he was gonna eat. He didn't care where the food came from. Sure, he had his preferences, but his animalistic instincts often superseded his taste buds. So when he broke into that grocery store and gorged himself on raw meats, it shouldn't have come as any surprise when some of it ended up disagreeing with his stomach.
Croc's cheeks puffed out as he suppressed another deep, rumbling belch, one that reverberated intensely within his puffed out scaly cheeks. The beast groaned as he blew the stomach gasses out of his mouth and groaned miserably, then resumed caressing his bloated paunch as it pressed out against the waistband of his cargo pants. It stuck out by a good foot and a half, and burbled gastrically, like a smelting pot full of molten metal. Croc would've rubbed with both hands, but he was genuinely feeling nauseous.
"AAAAAAAAUUUUURRRP!!!"
Croc let out another large, deep belch, one that rumbled from the very depths of Croc's stomach and gurgled slightly at the end.
Each burp that rumbled up from Croc's throat carried a warmth and weight to it that left Croc's throat stinging, and left Croc himself worried a lot more than gas was rising up his throat each time. It didn't help that the more Croc burped, the wetter and deeper each one got...
...What Croc would give for a pair of little hands tenderly massaging his sensitive belly right about now. Unfortunately, Shiloh was out actually buying groceries for Croc's domain.
The very thought of his young companion bringing home more food made Croc sick all over again...
eskaria145 as part of a trade we've been working on."BRUUUUP!!"
A loud, deep and rumbling belch erupted from Croc's maw. The large reptile groaned as he sat on his mattress, cradling his bloated, gurgling belly with one hand while pressing a fist against his maw with his other hand. His facial expression was groggy. He appeared green...or rather, greener than usual. His clawed fingers sank into his bloated underbelly as it churned and burbled intensely in his grasp, making Croc lurch forward a little as he felt his stomach hitch.
"...Guh, man," Croc groaned weakly. "...S-somethin' ain't-URP-mph, s-sittin' right...HUUUURRRP!!"
Killer Croc wasn't especially picky. If he was hungry, he was gonna eat. He didn't care where the food came from. Sure, he had his preferences, but his animalistic instincts often superseded his taste buds. So when he broke into that grocery store and gorged himself on raw meats, it shouldn't have come as any surprise when some of it ended up disagreeing with his stomach.
Croc's cheeks puffed out as he suppressed another deep, rumbling belch, one that reverberated intensely within his puffed out scaly cheeks. The beast groaned as he blew the stomach gasses out of his mouth and groaned miserably, then resumed caressing his bloated paunch as it pressed out against the waistband of his cargo pants. It stuck out by a good foot and a half, and burbled gastrically, like a smelting pot full of molten metal. Croc would've rubbed with both hands, but he was genuinely feeling nauseous.
"AAAAAAAAUUUUURRRP!!!"
Croc let out another large, deep belch, one that rumbled from the very depths of Croc's stomach and gurgled slightly at the end.
Each burp that rumbled up from Croc's throat carried a warmth and weight to it that left Croc's throat stinging, and left Croc himself worried a lot more than gas was rising up his throat each time. It didn't help that the more Croc burped, the wetter and deeper each one got...
...What Croc would give for a pair of little hands tenderly massaging his sensitive belly right about now. Unfortunately, Shiloh was out actually buying groceries for Croc's domain.
The very thought of his young companion bringing home more food made Croc sick all over again...
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 139.9 kB
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And Shy running in slow motion holding his hands up like they’re defibrillators.
It might actually. Maybe something warm and smooth is just what the scaly boi needs when his belly betrays him. I bet the warm liquid makes his belly that much more pleasant to rub for Shy, which in turn, makes things infinitely more pleasant for Waylon.
For once, the ripple effect isn’t just watching Waylon’s fat scaly gut rippling from being slapped.
It might actually. Maybe something warm and smooth is just what the scaly boi needs when his belly betrays him. I bet the warm liquid makes his belly that much more pleasant to rub for Shy, which in turn, makes things infinitely more pleasant for Waylon.
For once, the ripple effect isn’t just watching Waylon’s fat scaly gut rippling from being slapped.
Keeps his hands warmer from scraping 'em together before he plants them against the sloshy dome and rubs even more vigorously than before. He's not losing this patient to indigestion! Not again!!
Oh, that befuddled expression quickly becomes a flustered one in a matter of seconds by the time that belly bloats out more and Waylon drains the bottle down to the last drop. "...Wasn't what the bottle was for but...I'm okay with this... "
Oh, that befuddled expression quickly becomes a flustered one in a matter of seconds by the time that belly bloats out more and Waylon drains the bottle down to the last drop. "...Wasn't what the bottle was for but...I'm okay with this... "
Eventually the smol boi plants one ear against the scaly surface of dat bloated gut, not to check for a heartbeat, but to see if that uncomfortable rumbling has eased up somewhat. XD
Cue Waylon letting out a low, watery belch as he finally finishes, groaning, “Guhh...sorry, didn’t catch that. What was if for again?”
Cue Waylon letting out a low, watery belch as he finally finishes, groaning, “Guhh...sorry, didn’t catch that. What was if for again?”
Honestly, neither would I.
Waylon just blinks, concentrating on something...before the sour expression on his face seems to relax ever so slightly. “Huh...a-actually, I kinda do,” he murmurs to himself, sighing with relief...complete with a tiny plume of steam from the hot water. XD
Waylon just blinks, concentrating on something...before the sour expression on his face seems to relax ever so slightly. “Huh...a-actually, I kinda do,” he murmurs to himself, sighing with relief...complete with a tiny plume of steam from the hot water. XD
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