The Behemoth's Livestream

Dawkins plopped down in the warm cauldron. He shifted as he curl around to get as comfortable as he could. When he did, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was already pulled up and loaded as he looked at the screen.

Barry lifted the phone in the air and angled it to get a good view on his belly. “And down goes the pup,” he chuckled. He rubbed the top arch of his belly as the round dome gurgled and sloshed.
“Hope he likes his new dog house,” he patted the dark umber paunch, “cause it definitely likes him.” He chuckled at his own joke. As if to add to it, the midsection rumbled and bubbled to life. And the likes and replies came rolling in.

Dawkins watched the livestream as the fleshy walls pulsed around him. His eyes lingering on his own shape as it was rounding out his devourer. Watching himself as he gurgled into the glorious gut.

Commission from  madhattermonster
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