At this point, about half the bar’s attention was captured by the expanding husky and his ever-growing piles of empty kegs. Hund closed his eyes concentrated on adding another keg's worth of beer to his waistline. “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” The crowd yelled as Hund’s belly increasingly stretched to contain all that liquid. A soft creaking noise could be heard around that gut, though it's unclear whether that was for the fabric around Hund’s belly, or the belly muscles themselves reaching their limits. At this point, Hund’s belly stuck out at least 4 feet from his torso, jiggling about at each subtle change in Hund’s stance like a beer-filled yoga ball. The alcohol ocean sloshing away in Hund shifted his center of mass with even the slightest shift. Combined with the disorienting effects of being drunk and it’s a miracle Hund could remain standing after almost 4 kegs.

Both the bartender and the raccoon watched in rapt attention, silently hoping the husky will either blow chunks or get past that 4th keg. Eventually, Hund dropped down the keg he was drinking, leaving not a drop to the floor. Hund then began to topple, leaning against one of his downed kegs for support. He then lowered his titanic rear on another keg turned over, creating even more creaking as the keg struggled to support the fluffy mass that was Hund. Hund brought a fist to his mouth, his cheek’s puffed out and his face turned green. Another hand was on his belly, which bounced from the sudden shift in position. The crowd watched the husky’s struggle. The sober in the crowd backed away, wisely avoiding the possible “splash zone”; the drunk moved closer, enraptured by the rumbling and gurgling occurring inside Hund’s beer-logged belly. The crowd let out an audible gasp as Hund’s eyes bugged out of his head. “He’s about to blow!” one drunkard yelled. With eyes on him Hund opened his eyes and released the beast he was trying to hold back.

“BRUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!’

The massive belch erupted from Hund’s maw, carrying along with it spittle that splattered those who tried getting close to Hund’s gut. The mugs resting on other patrons shook as if the place was in the middle of an earthquake. The bartender diverted his attention to the bottles displayed on his walls, shifting arms about his shelves to prevent the bottles from falling. When it was over, the crowd erupted in an uproar, amazed by the explosion. This was short-lived however when Hund attempted to lift himself again heading off away from his kegs to the hallway with the restrooms. “Looks like he is about to blow after all.” The bartender sneered at the raccoon. Standing at the foot of the hall, Hund simply stared out to the men’s restroom. After a minute-long suspenseful pause, Hund turned his head away from the restroom and walked away. “Where do you think he’s going?” The bartender asked. His answer soon came when he noticed he was shambling towards the back, to pick up another keg of beer. As Hund lifted the keg, belches blasting past his lips with each step, the crowd cleared a path. Some offered to help carry the keg but the husky swatted them away. Meanwhile, the raccoons' anxious demeanor shifted into a grin as the husky returned to his piles of empty kegs and began chugging his fifth keg. “Now the real fun begins” the racoon smirked as the bartender’s eyes glazed in fear at the thought of him was about to lose his business in one night by a thirsty husky and a gambling racoon.

Thanks again to  ZodimWolfclaw for the work they did for all of these pieces.