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Looks like he found a cake, now he just needs to get to it
"Grnngh... accursed... human food...!" Trydak huffed and wheezed as his stomach lay spread on the ground. Coming to a rest after having to haul it around merely a few feet. He tried to haul himself back upright, but in his near-prone position, it was nigh impossible. If he let himself rest on his stomach, it would no doubt prop him up from the ground itself. It was like a big ball of flesh on his torso. His mandibles let loose large tufts of air from his lungs as he gathered his breath.
"If I keep blowing up like this I'll be bigger then a damn Ghost!" He grunted. His two hands resting on that wide girth, which spread out to almost the same length as his arms. Trydak's hands were barely able to reach the ground, he really was becoming a buoyant pile of blubber. All because he couldn't resist eating human food, and he regretted every single bite after seeing what's become of him. Now, he was completely addicted. Hopelessly so, and was fully aware of it too.
"Hunnff... just... a little more... need to... get this fixed..." Grunting out his words and attempting to claw at the ground with his feet, pushing himself forwards was like laboriously shoving a vehicle. Or his own body. "I'll... huff get it fixed... I will...!!" He proclaimed. His right arm extending in an effort to reach a cake in front of him, a large cake, decked in chocolate icing and a lit candle on the center.
Gods he was hungry. The craving for the sugary confection was strong, he swear he could feel himself having a bit of a harder time then earlier when attempting to shove himself forwards once again. Inching ever so close to that delicious cake, even though the consequences of such an action would just add to his steadily growing waistline.
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Gahtren
"Grnngh... accursed... human food...!" Trydak huffed and wheezed as his stomach lay spread on the ground. Coming to a rest after having to haul it around merely a few feet. He tried to haul himself back upright, but in his near-prone position, it was nigh impossible. If he let himself rest on his stomach, it would no doubt prop him up from the ground itself. It was like a big ball of flesh on his torso. His mandibles let loose large tufts of air from his lungs as he gathered his breath.
"If I keep blowing up like this I'll be bigger then a damn Ghost!" He grunted. His two hands resting on that wide girth, which spread out to almost the same length as his arms. Trydak's hands were barely able to reach the ground, he really was becoming a buoyant pile of blubber. All because he couldn't resist eating human food, and he regretted every single bite after seeing what's become of him. Now, he was completely addicted. Hopelessly so, and was fully aware of it too.
"Hunnff... just... a little more... need to... get this fixed..." Grunting out his words and attempting to claw at the ground with his feet, pushing himself forwards was like laboriously shoving a vehicle. Or his own body. "I'll... huff get it fixed... I will...!!" He proclaimed. His right arm extending in an effort to reach a cake in front of him, a large cake, decked in chocolate icing and a lit candle on the center.
Gods he was hungry. The craving for the sugary confection was strong, he swear he could feel himself having a bit of a harder time then earlier when attempting to shove himself forwards once again. Inching ever so close to that delicious cake, even though the consequences of such an action would just add to his steadily growing waistline.
Story by
Gahtren
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Sangheili / Elites
Size 2500 x 1406px
File Size 2.28 MB
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