#gurgling

He's got a bubbly sense of humor. He laughs at the memes you show him on your phone. He laughs especially hard, clinging to your jacket and kicking his feet, when you say he's so cute that you could eat him right up. He talks to himself sometimes, refers to his body like a companion, talks to his little pouch belly like a beloved friend, asking it how it likes the popcorn for company.

The end of the night comes, and you ask if you can stay. He beams, and says he was dearly hoping you would. You kiss, and somehow, before you can stop it, you're tumbling down his throat.

The boy hefts up his now heavy and prey-filled gut, which rides up his sweater and pushes down his unbuttoned pants, looking practically outrageous on such a small and sweet-looking fellow like him, but the way he handles his bulging belly is obviously well-practiced. He licks his chops and slouches back onto his couch, legs spread as far as they'll go to make room for his bulging stomach. You're bigger than him, so it sags to rest clear to the floor. He rubs circles onto it with his fingertips, rubs circles into you, and talks just as sweetly as he had before, except the conversation has turned to your digestion, how the acids will start breaking you down soon, and how cute you'll look as fat on his belly. He continues his sweet-talk even after you've long since lost your form, churned down into an indistinguishable soupy mass that he squeezes, wobbles, and sloshes like a stress toy. Eventually he falls asleep, lulled by the gurgling of you as you travel down his guts. Not that any of this this is relevant to you anymore, you're just nutrient slush now.

In the morning he coughs up your cracked and burned phone, holds it close to his chest a moment as he basks in memories, and then adds it to his collection. He squeezes his now-empty belly, and compliments you that, yes, the new layer of fat pooling between his fingers is just as adorable as he'd hoped.

Eat the same chinese food that bloated me up and made me go "uh-oh", but this time I'll order TWO menus.

Then I'll eat sugar free gummies,drink some prune juice and if I have enough time,I'll make a cake mix shake.

Hey yall I need money really really bad because I didn't prepare for getting horribly ill before the convention and then the food at this convention center and hotel being so expensive. I'm a little worried about making my bills this week so I am thinking of opening up 15 dollar sketch commissions if anyone has been waiting to grab something from me you can dm me about it or send an ask! I am not around my digital setup until 8/8 but I have traditional supplies with me and for 5 extra dollars I can ship you the actual art within the United States if you'd like! (I can ship overseas but shipping may be more depending on where you live!)

Anything would help but if I could make 300 dollars I can cover my car payment and my standard income should cover my other bills for the week 🥲

Quality will be something around these.

throat la garganta

Part of the Iguazu Falls (between Argentina & Brazil) is called the Devil’s Throat ‘Garganta del Diablo’: A big, gargantuan gorge in which everything disappears with a sound of gurgling gurgitation.

SODA! 🥤🐾

My half of a trade with the awesome @cakecauldron on twitter!