Was a really big fan of
splatapple 's character so I thought I'd do them some fanart.
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The bodysuit beneath his armour wasn't anywhere near as stretchy as his stomach was- He'd learned that the first couple of times. By now he'd gotten into the habit of starting to take his armour off before the hunt was even over, as it served as more of an impediment than anything. It wasn't as if he was at much risk of losing it- he'd have plenty of time over the lengthy process of digestion to retrace his steps and retrieve anything left behind.
With the last of his prey's scaled tail vanishing into the dark, slick passage of his throat, his bodysuit unzipped to allow for the rapid expansion of his midsection to accommodate for the mass of food suddenly crammed into it, the bloated organ giving a gurgling protest as it was pushed well beyond what would have been biologically possible for members of his species, had they not been subject to extensive gene-modding. It might not have been the federation's intent for their auxiliary forces, but it was far from a secret that such practices were by no means discouraged- after all, where's the harm in a force that feeds itself?
crouched in a kneeling position, scaled midsection bulging outwards with the vague shape of some unfortunate struggling endemic species, call sign theta one-three gave a contented sigh, tail swaying from side to side as he rested his arms atop the beige swell of his belly, helping in part to suppress his prey's struggles even as the increasing intensity of the sounds of a stomach hard at work began to drown out any protests they might have. They wouldn't last too long- his guts would see to that, as they had a great many other beforehand, the lax attitude of his superiors giving him plenty of chances for a nice lengthy and undisturbed digestion, an ominous Gwuoooorgle... spelling that out to his unfortunate victim.
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Gonna try and write a little something up to accompany every picture I upload. We'll see if I can keep to that. Not proofread it or anything so it might suck.
splatapple 's character so I thought I'd do them some fanart.--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
The bodysuit beneath his armour wasn't anywhere near as stretchy as his stomach was- He'd learned that the first couple of times. By now he'd gotten into the habit of starting to take his armour off before the hunt was even over, as it served as more of an impediment than anything. It wasn't as if he was at much risk of losing it- he'd have plenty of time over the lengthy process of digestion to retrace his steps and retrieve anything left behind.
With the last of his prey's scaled tail vanishing into the dark, slick passage of his throat, his bodysuit unzipped to allow for the rapid expansion of his midsection to accommodate for the mass of food suddenly crammed into it, the bloated organ giving a gurgling protest as it was pushed well beyond what would have been biologically possible for members of his species, had they not been subject to extensive gene-modding. It might not have been the federation's intent for their auxiliary forces, but it was far from a secret that such practices were by no means discouraged- after all, where's the harm in a force that feeds itself?
crouched in a kneeling position, scaled midsection bulging outwards with the vague shape of some unfortunate struggling endemic species, call sign theta one-three gave a contented sigh, tail swaying from side to side as he rested his arms atop the beige swell of his belly, helping in part to suppress his prey's struggles even as the increasing intensity of the sounds of a stomach hard at work began to drown out any protests they might have. They wouldn't last too long- his guts would see to that, as they had a great many other beforehand, the lax attitude of his superiors giving him plenty of chances for a nice lengthy and undisturbed digestion, an ominous Gwuoooorgle... spelling that out to his unfortunate victim.
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Gonna try and write a little something up to accompany every picture I upload. We'll see if I can keep to that. Not proofread it or anything so it might suck.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Lizard
Size 1280 x 784px
File Size 103.5 kB
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