The moment Dallas lowered himself into the chair…
CRRRAAAACK.
Wood splintered.
The poor thing didn’t stand a chance.
With a loud THUMP, the chair collapsed completely beneath his immense bulk, its legs snapping outward as Dallas’ massive body sank low — his enormous, overstuffed belly spilling forward and outward, wobbling heavily as it settled against his thighs.
Tools on the wall rattled.
Dust drifted in the warm workshop light.
Dallas barely reacted.
He simply adjusted himself comfortably on the broken remains, one thick leg shifting as his swollen gut let out a deep, wet glllrrroooosh of digestion.
“...Huh.”
A lazy grin spread across his muzzle.
“Guess I finally outgrew that one.”
His belly was even bigger now — stretched round and firm, yet still soft enough to jiggle when he rested a paw on it. He rubbed slow circles across the massive swell, feeling it churn and gurgle proudly with its latest meal.
Glorp… gurrrgle…
Then—
BUUUUUURRRP.
A long, booming belch escaped him, echoing through the workshop as his chest shook and his gut bounced heavily in response.
Dallas sighed in pure satisfaction.
“Damn… that hit the spot.”
With his free paw, he casually pulled out his phone, thick fingers tapping the screen with practiced ease.
Target eliminated. Payment ready.
He smirked and sent it off without a second thought.
Another deep rumble rolled through his belly — slow, hungry, content.
“Definitely shouldn’t be taking this many jobs…”
His belly answered with another deep churn, like it was already settling in comfortably.
“But damn,” he added with a grin, patting it again,
“it feels good being this stuffed.”
Glrrrk—gluuursh.
“…and the meals taste even better?”
He leaned back against the ruined chair frame, perfectly relaxed despite the destruction beneath him.
The workshop was quiet again.
Just Dallas.
His full belly.
And the soft sounds of digestion marking another successful job.
“…Wonder who they’ll feed me next.”
His gut answered with an eager churn.
CRRRAAAACK.
Wood splintered.
The poor thing didn’t stand a chance.
With a loud THUMP, the chair collapsed completely beneath his immense bulk, its legs snapping outward as Dallas’ massive body sank low — his enormous, overstuffed belly spilling forward and outward, wobbling heavily as it settled against his thighs.
Tools on the wall rattled.
Dust drifted in the warm workshop light.
Dallas barely reacted.
He simply adjusted himself comfortably on the broken remains, one thick leg shifting as his swollen gut let out a deep, wet glllrrroooosh of digestion.
“...Huh.”
A lazy grin spread across his muzzle.
“Guess I finally outgrew that one.”
His belly was even bigger now — stretched round and firm, yet still soft enough to jiggle when he rested a paw on it. He rubbed slow circles across the massive swell, feeling it churn and gurgle proudly with its latest meal.
Glorp… gurrrgle…
Then—
BUUUUUURRRP.
A long, booming belch escaped him, echoing through the workshop as his chest shook and his gut bounced heavily in response.
Dallas sighed in pure satisfaction.
“Damn… that hit the spot.”
With his free paw, he casually pulled out his phone, thick fingers tapping the screen with practiced ease.
Target eliminated. Payment ready.
He smirked and sent it off without a second thought.
Another deep rumble rolled through his belly — slow, hungry, content.
“Definitely shouldn’t be taking this many jobs…”
His belly answered with another deep churn, like it was already settling in comfortably.
“But damn,” he added with a grin, patting it again,
“it feels good being this stuffed.”
Glrrrk—gluuursh.
“…and the meals taste even better?”
He leaned back against the ruined chair frame, perfectly relaxed despite the destruction beneath him.
The workshop was quiet again.
Just Dallas.
His full belly.
And the soft sounds of digestion marking another successful job.
“…Wonder who they’ll feed me next.”
His gut answered with an eager churn.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Pokemon
Size 2560 x 1440px
File Size 2.43 MB
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