Chomby waddled into the living room where you were. He stared down at you while holding a case of Round Rootbeers in his hand. "This is the stuff I drank."

"Woah... a hundred, right?" You gawk at the massive gut of the soundbyte. Though he was no longer as big as the picture Indigo sent you, he still had the physique of a giant, walking water balloon.

Chomby nodded and nudged himself closer to the couch. He attempted to sit down on it but seemed to have difficulty bending over and just stood in front of you. "So, you're still wanting them, eh?"

You find yourself tongue-tied as you find yourself face to face with the tattoo of a pudgy werewolf on Chomby's belly. you can smell the faint aroma of lavender-fragranced fabric softener on it.

"How about this? If I drink two, you drink one?" Chomby rested the pack of sodas on his belly and pulled one out. "I know I should stop, but even after Sarge's reversal antidote, I couldn't help but drink some more."

"Uh... uhhuh?" You nod, finding your cheeks are now flushing hot.

Chomby arched a brow but shrugged. "Alright then. Bottoms up!" Within a moment, Chomby had chugged the entirety of one bottle and was already pulling out the second. His gut began to gurgle and swell, now starting to expand toward you.

"Woah, Chomby... your belly is uh... uh... touching my lap."

Chomby gave a hearty burp and grabbed a third bottle. "Yeah?" He leaned in a bit, now causing your legs to be pinned under his gut. "Little birdy told me you'd be interested in that."

"I- I never said that," you lied.

"S'all over your face!" Chomby chugged the third bottle and pulled out a fourth. "Pack of six means four for me and two for you, yeah?"

You couldn't respond. You merely stared at the growing and roundening figure. Chomby's arms started lifting up and his head began to sink down. The pudge on his cheeks began to plump out more to accentuate his rapidly roundening belly.

Chomby finished his fourth drink and held out the remaining two bottles. "Two bottles, as per our agreement!" He tried to reach down to give them to you, but his belly got in the way.

You merely stared up at him, now realizing his belly was pressing into your nose.

Chomby seemed to notice and chuckled. "Sorry, bub, them's the rules: I drink two, you drink one- and I've just had four." Chomby leaned in further, now resting his belly on your snout. "Now, you can either drink up or get stuck under my gargantuan gut."

With the rate his belly was growing, you knew it was only a matter of seconds before he fully smothered you under his belly.

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A bit of a silly, stress relief piece. Was wanting to draw Chomby being big, round, and looming... so here he is!

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Chomby/Art/Story (C)  Juntarhenogu Me