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The factory where they make fat sangheilies
He struggled to wake up. Eyes feeling heavy among the disorientation. He tried to move his limbs, but they were tightly strung up, held apart as he could feel the squeeze of the restraints. Even his legs were uselessly immobile, a similar tightness like his wrists. Managing to open his eyes slowly, the first thing he saw was a big grey mass dangling below him. Another grey thing went in his mandibles, preventing him from speaking or letting out any audible noise of a grunt.
Trying to move again was fruitless, all it did was cause him to wobble. He felt a very heavy pull along his middle, and his eyes widened as his drowsy brain put two-and-two together. That was his stomach. The cylindrical shaped object in his mandibles pumped something down his throat, and it was deep in. He couldn't taste it, and he was forced to swallow it. It kept weighing his enormous, bloated middle down. He couldn't tell how far it was from the floor, or how close it was to touching. The horizon of his belly and moobs got in the way and distorted his perception.
Moving his head was hard, it was coated in a thick layer of fat. He could feel extra creases appear as he attempted to adjust it by turning to the side. Unfortunately, he didn't get far. There was a tight, pulling sensation in his throat. It made him grunt and gasp air out of his nostrils, there was no way that hose was coming out. It was keeping his esophagus open to accept the slurry of stuff pouring down in his gurgling belly.
All he could do was be suspended in the air by his own will. He couldn't even remember how he got here. The vague, grey walls of the warehouse and the dim lighting spelled out to him that they wanted this place to have as little detail as possible. He could see a conveyor though, and just out of his field of vision, a barrel, maybe two. That wasn't really enough to go off of...
Just how far would this go? He could only calm his breathing, but then tiredness began to settle in, he knew he shouldn't fall back asleep... but it was overwhelming. Eventually passing out, feeling his giant middle wobbling in the air as he was still.
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gahtren
He struggled to wake up. Eyes feeling heavy among the disorientation. He tried to move his limbs, but they were tightly strung up, held apart as he could feel the squeeze of the restraints. Even his legs were uselessly immobile, a similar tightness like his wrists. Managing to open his eyes slowly, the first thing he saw was a big grey mass dangling below him. Another grey thing went in his mandibles, preventing him from speaking or letting out any audible noise of a grunt.
Trying to move again was fruitless, all it did was cause him to wobble. He felt a very heavy pull along his middle, and his eyes widened as his drowsy brain put two-and-two together. That was his stomach. The cylindrical shaped object in his mandibles pumped something down his throat, and it was deep in. He couldn't taste it, and he was forced to swallow it. It kept weighing his enormous, bloated middle down. He couldn't tell how far it was from the floor, or how close it was to touching. The horizon of his belly and moobs got in the way and distorted his perception.
Moving his head was hard, it was coated in a thick layer of fat. He could feel extra creases appear as he attempted to adjust it by turning to the side. Unfortunately, he didn't get far. There was a tight, pulling sensation in his throat. It made him grunt and gasp air out of his nostrils, there was no way that hose was coming out. It was keeping his esophagus open to accept the slurry of stuff pouring down in his gurgling belly.
All he could do was be suspended in the air by his own will. He couldn't even remember how he got here. The vague, grey walls of the warehouse and the dim lighting spelled out to him that they wanted this place to have as little detail as possible. He could see a conveyor though, and just out of his field of vision, a barrel, maybe two. That wasn't really enough to go off of...
Just how far would this go? He could only calm his breathing, but then tiredness began to settle in, he knew he shouldn't fall back asleep... but it was overwhelming. Eventually passing out, feeling his giant middle wobbling in the air as he was still.
Awesome story by
gahtren
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Sangheili / Elites
Size 2500 x 1875px
File Size 1.81 MB
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