***Hiroshi Ogui is an OC, but like any of my other OCs, you are free to draw them in your own art!***
It had been one of those days at work—long, grueling, and absolutely draining. A couple had come into his casualty insurance company; their home had been severely damaged after Typhoon Doksuri.
At first, Hiroshi genuinely empathized with their plight. But as the hours dragged on, the couple's demeanor shifted from desperate to downright rude, scathing, and vitriolic. No amount of explaining the claims process seemed to penetrate their frustration, and the threat of them suing now hung in the air like a dark cloud.
After that brutal day, Hiroshi knew he needed an antidote for his stress. In his somewhat misguided “wisdom,” he knew exactly what he needed: to spend a bunch of money on sexy prostitutes and beer!
However, as dawn broke and he stumbled home at 3 AM, Hiroshi was met with a sobering realization: his reckless spending had left his wallet barren, and his refrigerator echoed his predicament with its lack of sustenance; he wouldn’t be able to order much food until his next paycheck, which was still an agonizing week away.
Normally, Hiroshi spent a good chunk of his money on food, as he was a massive eater, with the belly to prove it.
As Hiroshi reluctantly closed the refrigerator door, he looked down and felt a squeezing, sucking feeling spreading around his whole belly. His stomach rumbled underneath with a ferocity that seemed to shake his whole body, visibly creating ripples above all across his belly—almost as if his belly was a pond during an earthquake
Hiroshi felt so stupid; how could he let this happen? What was he thinking?
Nevertheless, a man's gotta eat. He knew he'd have to venture out into the night, even if it meant only a little bit of relief for his empty belly, lasting only until the next inevitable craving struck.
It had been one of those days at work—long, grueling, and absolutely draining. A couple had come into his casualty insurance company; their home had been severely damaged after Typhoon Doksuri.
At first, Hiroshi genuinely empathized with their plight. But as the hours dragged on, the couple's demeanor shifted from desperate to downright rude, scathing, and vitriolic. No amount of explaining the claims process seemed to penetrate their frustration, and the threat of them suing now hung in the air like a dark cloud.
After that brutal day, Hiroshi knew he needed an antidote for his stress. In his somewhat misguided “wisdom,” he knew exactly what he needed: to spend a bunch of money on sexy prostitutes and beer!
However, as dawn broke and he stumbled home at 3 AM, Hiroshi was met with a sobering realization: his reckless spending had left his wallet barren, and his refrigerator echoed his predicament with its lack of sustenance; he wouldn’t be able to order much food until his next paycheck, which was still an agonizing week away.
Normally, Hiroshi spent a good chunk of his money on food, as he was a massive eater, with the belly to prove it.
As Hiroshi reluctantly closed the refrigerator door, he looked down and felt a squeezing, sucking feeling spreading around his whole belly. His stomach rumbled underneath with a ferocity that seemed to shake his whole body, visibly creating ripples above all across his belly—almost as if his belly was a pond during an earthquake
Hiroshi felt so stupid; how could he let this happen? What was he thinking?
Nevertheless, a man's gotta eat. He knew he'd have to venture out into the night, even if it meant only a little bit of relief for his empty belly, lasting only until the next inevitable craving struck.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Human
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For real for real—his belly’s often like that. ESPECIALLY in the morning and before lunchtime! His belly is like an alarm clock, gurgling, rippling, and shaking to get him up for ’dem eats, and getting all gurgle and worked up before lunch. It can be quite embarrassing to have such a demanding tummy, but he LOVES to eat, so it’s worth it!
He really is so adorable~❤️ Imagine waking up to that!
And yeah, it’s quite hard for Hiroshi to find clothes that fit him; after all, in Japan, where only 3% of the population is obese, there’s not exactly going to be many places selling clothes for a 300 pound (136 kilos) man…
And yeah, it’s quite hard for Hiroshi to find clothes that fit him; after all, in Japan, where only 3% of the population is obese, there’s not exactly going to be many places selling clothes for a 300 pound (136 kilos) man…
I am, too. It’s been almost a month since I’ve been recovering from my coma, and while some things have been rough, it feels like things are getting better.
I don’t remember ever saying that I don’t draw humans; I may not draw them often, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t draw them from time to time!
I don’t remember ever saying that I don’t draw humans; I may not draw them often, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t draw them from time to time!
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