"Ever played chubby bunny?" Elliot asked as he placed a pair of bunny ears on Dash's head. Dash scoffed, "What kind of amateur do you take me for?" and grabbed a handful of marshmallows from the bag. "One, two, three-" "Nuh uh, not like that Dash. Gotta swallow for me." Elliot reveled in his own cheesiness, laying it on thick with a wink. /That'll take forever/ thought Dash, and downed two handfuls quick as a blink. (1)
(2) āThatās like, a dozen right? Itās a start.ā The next handful was halfway down his throat when he felt sudden pressure in his insides. āThese ones grow, still gonna try to beat your own record Mr. Pro?ā Dash swallowed, and stared him in the eyes, āDamn right I am.ā Then reached for another handful.
Ripley: AGHHH alright I cave, I cave, Iāll write a lil bitty part 3ā¦
Dash hiccuped. Then belched. Then laid one palm gingerly, giiiingerly over the crest of his solid, swollen abdomen.
āHow manyā¦?ā he murmured, his voice warbling and breathy with all the weight in his belly restricting his lungs.
Elliott did some mental math, eyes shifted skyward.
āForty-six,ā he said, giving Dashās exposed, churning gut a little pat himself. āNot shabby! I was gonna seriously warn you about going past thirty-five, but you really are a champ.ā
Dashās overtaxed insides let out a hearty, wet moaning gurgle.
āDamn straight,ā he groaned. āNow⦠*hic!* ā¦when did you say they were gonna stop growingā¦?ā