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A commission for https://twitter.com/BlitZeeKay, Garrus Vakarian goes to a completely harmless bar for a completely normal drink, and definitely doesn't blow up to the size of the Mako.
J/K.
Enjoy!
Something had perhaps not snapped, but Garrus' defenses and inhibitions had been lowered. He was still hungry, the food tasted amazing, and Rolae's house special was still a thing of beauty. Rikku continued to egg him on, the drell smirking cheekily, calling Garrus handsome and an amazing hero, the stroking of his ego stoking his appetite even more.
He laughed when Rikku's chair gave way and the drell hit the floor, his belly jiggling like gelatin. He hardly noticed when his chair gave way— thankfully, he landed on something soft. Garrus didn't think much of it when, he thought he had rolled on to his stomach, but was somehow level with the bar. Nor did he think much of just how round Rikku looked after his second serving of human-style cheeseburgers.
He did notice the swollen girth packed on to his frame, and that nearly brought him out of it— but one look at Grunt soothed him. He would never let himself go that much, surely. The krogan was passed out in the mother of all food comas, his gigantic gut now overtaking the table he was wedged in against. His imposing muscular physique was now buried under thick sheets of fat, what scraps of clothes he had left clinging on for dear life and cutting deep into the folds of his engorged sides.
Rolae was thanking them profusely for the evening even as he poured them more drinks. Garrus didn't catch much of it, his increasingly fat fingers were wrapped around another drink and another bowl of graxen, and he was crunching on a big fistful of kernels.
J/K.
Enjoy!
Something had perhaps not snapped, but Garrus' defenses and inhibitions had been lowered. He was still hungry, the food tasted amazing, and Rolae's house special was still a thing of beauty. Rikku continued to egg him on, the drell smirking cheekily, calling Garrus handsome and an amazing hero, the stroking of his ego stoking his appetite even more.
He laughed when Rikku's chair gave way and the drell hit the floor, his belly jiggling like gelatin. He hardly noticed when his chair gave way— thankfully, he landed on something soft. Garrus didn't think much of it when, he thought he had rolled on to his stomach, but was somehow level with the bar. Nor did he think much of just how round Rikku looked after his second serving of human-style cheeseburgers.
He did notice the swollen girth packed on to his frame, and that nearly brought him out of it— but one look at Grunt soothed him. He would never let himself go that much, surely. The krogan was passed out in the mother of all food comas, his gigantic gut now overtaking the table he was wedged in against. His imposing muscular physique was now buried under thick sheets of fat, what scraps of clothes he had left clinging on for dear life and cutting deep into the folds of his engorged sides.
Rolae was thanking them profusely for the evening even as he poured them more drinks. Garrus didn't catch much of it, his increasingly fat fingers were wrapped around another drink and another bowl of graxen, and he was crunching on a big fistful of kernels.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Turian
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 109 kB
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