The following is artwork by eskaria145 which features a new OC of his, Brock's sassy, kinky electric little partner, Lucas. You'll be seeing the two of them in action in a full commission story I've got in the works. But since so many people are already enamored with big turtle boi, I thought I'd write up a quickie to introduce y'all to eskaria's smoller monster cop during his off-time.
Hey, cops don't get paid much. Gotta make dough somehow, amirite?
Lucas set the camera on his bed, plugged directly into his laptop. The stream was live, and immediately, he saw a flow of viewers popping in; his usual audience with a lot of new screennames he didn't recognize. The copper-scaled monster smirked and did a mock salute with his blue claws near the horns protruding from his scalp, causing both to emit electric discharge.
“Whaddup, kiddies? It's your boy, off-duty officer Lucas, aka 'The Living Stun-Gun,' at'cher service...kink-services, that is,” Lucas said with a sly smirk across his lighter-scaled lower jaw. Lucas was dressed in his casual Sunday wares, a black T-Shirt, rocking the logo of his favorite band, and sweatpants.
In one hand, he was holding a can of beer, while his free hand rested atop his stomach. His shirt was a bit more tight-fitting than his usual, more baggy T-Shirts. As a result, it emphasized Lucas' fairly broad chest, but also showcased that his stomach was pressing out rather noticeably against his shirt. Lucas grinned at the camera, slowly running his hand up and down his middle, claws occasionally digging into his midsection as he rubbed, causing the bottom of his shirt to occasionally hike up and expose a sliver of light-copper scales from Lucas' bare belly.
All the while, as Lucas rubbed, he smirked down at the camera. “Mmm, I know, I know, I got nothin' on Brock. But he doesn't have nearly as much showmanship as yours truly...”
As Lucas rubbed, a torrent of comments started flooding his feed. He looked down and read one of them.
“Did I eat anything? Well, I'm off duty today, so I whipped myself up about a dozen quarter pound burgers with usin' that bun toasting method with mayo one of y'all suggested. And damn good idea, by the way. That shit tasted extra crispy as a result,” Lucas mused, licking his chops contently at the memory of such splendid flavor. “Then, after that, I had a few extra thick'n meaty burritos, thanks to all y'all's donations, and well...see for yourselves...”
In a slow, showy fashion, Lucas gripped the bottom of his shirt and in a teasingly slow manner, steadily pulled his shirt up, revealing more and more of his bare belly. When it raised high enough to reveal Lucas' belly button, the feed went nuts, which never failed to put a sly smirk on Lucas' face. Then, he eventually tugged the shirt entirely up so it was just below his chest, revealing the entirety of his bare, lighter-scaled copper paunch. Though not nearly as big or as ravenous as his boyfriend, Lucas had an appetite to spare. As a result of that appetite, Lucas' belly was pushing out by well over a foot, causing his sweatpants to push down to expose more of Lucas' softer underbelly.
With his gut exposed to the camera, Lucas leaned back in his bed, arching his back intentionally to cause his bloated, gurgling gut to push out further towards the camera. “Maaaan, lunch was something else, dudes, I tell ya...” Lucas purred, patting his belly firmly with his right hand. A very deep, gastric gurgling erupted from Lucas' paunch, causing Lucas to groan contently to himself as he smirked a sly little smirk back at the camera. “Mmmm, y'see what I mean?”
Lucas slouched forward, causing the contents within his bloated belly to slosh quite audibly for the camera to pick up. Then, very carefully, he grabbed the camera and brought it right up against his belly. Specifically, right up to where the lens was pointed almost directly at his belly button. It was shallow due to the fact that Lucas wasn't overtly fat, but still deep in appearance since he had a bit of a belly on him from years of all his constant overeating. Either way, Lucas knew his audience loved the sight of it, and the kind of overly excited comments he saw flooding his feed was a golden testament of that.
With the camera pressed nearly right up Lucas' belly, the mic was able to pick up a very deep, acidic gurgling and churning sound.
*GLLLUUUURRRGLE!!!*
From up close, Lucas' belly sounded like a vat of highly volatile chemicals. It was clear that his stomach was hard at work, digesting his massive lunch, and was likely well underway.
“Man, s'too bad I didn't have the cam on immediately after lunch, I was freakin' huge, like ya wouldn't believe how bloated my belly got...” Lucas groaned, playing it up for the crowd and winning them out every time. He sucked in his stomach and pushed it out again and again. The sloshing his belly made was so intense that it sounded like someone was shaking up a very thick vat of heavy syrup right up against a microphone. And the gurgling that accompanied it was so intense, one might assume that Lucas had molten lava festering in his gut.
Lucas kept the camera firmly pressed against his belly, letting his audience take it all in. A lot of the comments in the feed were from people saying all the many...less than safe for work things they wanted to do with Lucas and his belly. It always amused Lucas. He absolutely loved the attention...and loved even more the donations his viewers gave him for just eating.
Of course, Lucas would never actually act on any of this. Kinky though he was, Lucas was a very loyal partner, and would never be romantic with anyone except a certain grouchy turtle monster. Clearly, at least one of the commentators was thinking the same thing, because one comment that caught Lucas' eye was, '2 bad Brock isn't there. U 2 are super cute 2gether. ;) '
Lucas smirked, eventually pulling the camera away from his stomach and putting it back in place. “Yeah, unfortunately, dispatch called him like right before we were about to have lunch. Poor guy's bound to be extra grouchy when he comes back.”
'More so than usual?! ' read one comment.
Lucas snorted and nodded back. “More so than usual. Like, y'all don't get it. I've known Brock since we were in the academy together, almost, like, seventeen years now. That dude was always a grouch, but if you send him on his way on an empty stomach? Ohhh boy, even The Motherfucking Hulk would tell him to chill out. He is, and I shit you not, the hangriest big boy you will ever meet...course, if you're a perp who does somethin' extra messed up, he ain't gonna be too hangry after meetin' you...”
That sparked a whole slew of new comments, which Lucas browsed for a moment.
“Heh, biggest perp I've ever eaten? Eh, some punk who was runnin' a sex trafficking ring downtown. Dude's day job was a bouncer. He was actually close to around six foot something or other.” Lucas leaned back once again and absentmindedly rubbed his protruding gut in slow, circular motions, claws digging into his scaly flesh, sinking in to emphasize how soft his scaly belly was, especially as bloated as it was now. “Mmmm, dude took for-fucking-ever to digest...but maaaaaan, did he taste great,” Lucas mused, slowly running his tongue across his lips, recalling the taste of that thug he savored. He looked directly at the camera and once again licked his lips in a showy, predatory fashion. “I'll bet some'uh you would taste even better though...”
The amount of heart icons he received for that comment alone was a little ridiculous. But needless to say, Lucas knew his audience.
Another comment caught his eye among many.
“Hm? Did he squirm a lot? Heh, well, not at first,” Lucas teased. To emphasize the point, he scraped his claws against his scaly belly, causing electricity to spark out from his now-glowing blue crystal-like claws. “I'm the Stun-Gun, remember? I make it a point to zap out any perps I either bring in...heh, or bring down...” Lucas said, index claw trailing down fro his throat, then his chest, and all the way back to his belly again.
Lucas proceeded to grip his soft underbelly and give it a hearty jostle. He wasn't bloated enough that his belly bounced at all. However, he was full enough that his soft-scaled midsection still jostled and the contents within, still digesting away, sloshed heavily within his stomach.
“The dude was tough, I'll give 'im that much though. He started kicking and thrashing like mad, hoping he'd try and make me puke up my prey or whatever. Didn't amount to much 'cept some really gnarly indigestion. Heh, I was burping aaaaaall fucking day after that, my throat actually started burnin' after a while...”
Quite a few comments started popping up immediately after that. Lucas predicted it pretty much as soon as he finished that comment. So he smirked and read the most recurring comment being posted out loud.
“Do I got any in me now?” Lucas read, one dark, scaly brow raised.
Lucas responded by gripping his gut firmly, claws once again digging into his slightly doughy paunch, kneading his belly firmly while Lucas took in a few hearty gulps of air, causing his gullet to gurgle in response. Then, Lucas leaned forward and let out an enormous, guttural belch right into the camera.
“HUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAOOOOOOORRRRRP!!!!!!”
The sound was deep and forceful enough that the camera vibrated, nearly cracking the volume from just how close Lucas' maw was to the camera when he let loose. After roughly four seconds, Lucas leaned back, sighing contently and patting his belly contently.
“Mmmm, heh, I know I'm not nearly as good as Brock when it comes to that regard, buuuuut, not too shabby, eh?” Lucas asked. His response was a series of comments utterly smitten by that display, thus answering Lucas' question. That was, until, another question popped up. “...Can I burp-talk?”
Lucas shrugged to himself, until taking in more gulps of air.
”YYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSS-sssuuurrrr-UUUUUURRRRLLUUURRRRP!!!!
Once again, Lucas lurched his head forward and belched out the word 'yes,' before it eventually just devolved into another lengthy burp.
“Phew! Heh, damn, that one made me lightheaded!” Lucas laughed, shaking his head and blinking a few times. “Mph, man, haven't done that since...” Lucas paused, momentarily looking uncomfortable. But then he slapped his hand against his belly firmly and let out yet another deep, guttural sounding burp. “BLLOOOOOORRRRUUUP!!! Guh, oof, afterburp. Heh, anyway, man, haven't done that in years.”
Unsurprisingly, after that display, he got quite a few requests asking for more burps. But one request was accompanied by a bing noise, indicating a donation. Lucas glanced at the screen and went mildly wide-eyed.
“Holy shit, thanks so much for such a generous donation...umm...MyHeartIz-with a z for some reason-MadeOhCheeze...with a z again. And your request was...how fast can I down a six pack of beers?” Lucas smirked when he read that, looking back at the can in his hand. “Heh, well, this is the last beer from a previous pack I'd open up. How 'bout I polish this one off and crack open a full set'n we find out?”
Lucas held up a finger, dipped his head back and took a hearty swig of his beer. There was just over half left in the can since Lucas had been nursing the beer since before the stream even started. He proceeded to glug it down in a few especially ample gulps. The camera could pick up on the sound of his throat squelching with each gulp he took. The viewers were either commenting on how loud Lucas' gulps were or commenting on the sight of his throat bobbing in and out so rapidly. All the while, as Lucas chugged the rest of his beer down, his free hand caressed his bloated belly, rubbing and gripping it fondly for his audience.
Eventually, Lucas polished the can off, crushing it and chucking it aside. He let out a foamy-sounding burp, one that got cut off, but then shook his head and thumped his chest a few times, letting out a deeper burp right after. “Mph, back in two secs,” Lucas remarked, pushing himself up from his mattress and walking out of sight to the kitchen.
There was silence for a while, safe for the rummaging of Lucas' fridge in the distance. But then, a giant burp erupted off-camera from a distance, likely the kitchen. One that rumbled out for several seconds straight, easily topping that monster he let out earlier, and was loud enough that despite being in the kitchen, it picked up quite audibly on the camera. That same camera could pick up on the sound of Lucas sighing with immense relief from the kitchen. “Fuck, there it is...” Lucas voice could be heard from the kitchen, sounding deeply relieved.
Eventually, Lucas returned to his bedroom, one hand carrying a six-pack of beers, and the other tenderly rubbing his bloated belly while Lucas looked beyond relieved.
“Ohhh man, dunno if you guys heard that, but I just let out a massive fucking burp just now and, god damn, I feel like I just gained a year'uh my life back...” Lucas groaned, tongue hanging out of his maw for a moment. He pulled himself back down on his mattress, and dropped the six-pack down next to the camera.
As he sat down, Lucas sat up and rather than pull his shirt back up like before, just decided to remove it entirely. Lucas stripped his shirt off, leaving the entirety of his upper body bare, and discarded his shirt carelessly to the side. His chest possessed a notable definition to it. So too did his biceps. After all, Lucas was a cop, first and foremost, and as someone on the field with Brock constantly, that required a bit of physicality to it.
Which only made his bloated belly seem that much more prominent, the way it contrasted his otherwise envy-inducing physique. “Alrighty,” Lucas said, grabbing his cellphone and holding it out to show his audience a timer-app. He popped the top of his first beer can, ready to down it at a moments notice. “Clock starts....now.”
At 'now,' Lucas' timer began, and he immediately brought the can to his lips and proceeded to chug as heartily as he could. Lucas clenched his eyes shut as his throat bobbed in and out. Beer flowed down his gullet at a rapid rate, filling his already occupied gut with even more alcohol than he'd already consumed.
Within no time at all, the first can was drained clean. Lucas crushed the can, burped loudly, then grabbed his second can. And within no time at all, he was slugging his second can down at as fast a rate as he could. There was a look of mild strain on Lucas' face as he chugged. He only ever drank this fast whenever he challenged Brock to a drinking contest. It was a contest he always lost, but won at the same time, since it always resulted in a nice, bloated boyfriend. The second can caused Lucas' belly to press out just a little more from the influx of beer.
The second can was promptly crushed once it was empty. Lucas sighed heartily after he could finally catch his breath, then grabbed his third can. There was pressure in his belly in need of release, but Lucas was so in the zone that he just got to work chugging down the third can before he could burp it out. The comments were filled with variations of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” Or many commenting on how much more bloated Lucas was starting to look downing so much beer at once on an already full stomach. Others noted that Lucas was, like most monster cops, a voracious predator, and swallowing prey whole meant a few cans of beer was nothing to him.
Well, whatever the case, Lucas got through his third can, crushing it and tossing it alongside the others. He grabbed his fourth can and popped it open. But before he could bring it to his maw, he stopped and grimaced with discomfort. Lucas looked deeply uncomfortable for a brief period. But then he gripped his gut firmly with his free hand and let out a big, sonorous belch from the very depths of his stomach.
”HHHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUP!!!!!!!”
The burp rumbled aggressively from Lucas' maw, carrying some serious heft to it. After just over six seconds, it ended. Lucas huffed with exhaustion, rolling his eyes at the back of his head for a moment. Lucas was about to take a drink, but a couple other short but deep burps rumbled up from his gullet.
“URRRP! BRRREEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUULLLLP!!!!!!”
Lucas shook his head, a bit taken back as he gave his belly a couple of hearty pats, both of relief and to make sure his stomach was emptied of the pressure that was bothering him. This pattern continued. Lucas steadily plowed through the remaining few cans, taking a little longer to get through each one. Occasionally, he had to stop and catch his breath, burping more frequently with each breather, but then he'd hop right back to chugging down the rest. All while his belly expanded just a little more with each beer he chugged down.
The live-feed was going nuts all the while.
Eventually, Lucas polished off the sixth and final can, and gasped breathlessly when it was finished. This time, Lucas crushed the can against his forehead, and chucked it aside. Still huffing to himself, he held the phone up to the camera and stopped the app. He'd managed to successfully down an entire six-pack of beers in roughly five minutes and thirty nine seconds straight.
Lucas was still catching his breath, and finally opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. Instead, Lucas' mouth gaped open, and he proceeded to let out the longest, loudest burp of the entire day.
”BWWUUUURRR-UUUR-URRRUUUUUUUUHHH-OOOOOOOOORRRRRR-EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The burp erupted out of Lucas' maw for well over ten seconds straight. All the pressure and post-digestive gases that had been festering in Lucas' belly were all pushed in one lengthy, powerful eructation. When it finally ended after what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality, a whopping fifteen seconds straight, Lucas appeared positively winded. He nearly flopped backwards on his mattress.
“Ohhhh man, that was...that was intense,” Lucas mused breathlessly. He went nearly cross-eyed with exhaustion for a moment, leaning back and rubbed his even more prominent middle with both hands.
Lucas gasped and huffed, still catching his breath as his claws sank into his much thicker midsection. He eventually grabbed the camera again and held it up to get his big, rounded belly in view as he used his free hand to rub it gingerly. His thumb-claw kneaded into the knots within his gut as it bubbled and burbled away like a chemistry set on the fritz.
“Ohhhhhmmman, I'm so fucking full,” Lucas groaned, partially to ham it up for his thirsty audience...mostly because he was a bit drunk and genuinely felt full. “Mmmmm, [b[*HIC!*[/b] Guh...mph, I wish Brock were here to rub my belly right now...”
The feed was ablaze with people all volunteering as tribute to rub Lucas' belly for him. But no, even if it were possible, there was only one pair of gruff, rough hands he wanted on his body.
“...Mmmm, maybe when he gets home,” Lucas moaned, once again exaggerating his fullness for his viewers.
Once again, he gripped his underbelly with his free hand. His claws sank into his soft-scaled flesh, and he proceeded to jostle his gut firmly. Given how much beer Lucas had just downed all at once, the resulting caused Lucas' belly to slosh intensely. The liquids and digested slurry within his gut sounded considerably heavier than usual, like a really rich, thick syrup in a thick rubber bag. Even when he stopped jostling it, the surface of Lucas' belly had a bit of an after-jostle to it.
Then, Lucas' belly emitted a deep, acidic-sounding gurgling. Lucas lurched for a moment, but then smirked and brought the camera to his mouth, just in time for Lucas to let out a rank, guttural belch directly at the camera.
”HUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRRRRP!!!!”
It was deep, loud, and once again made the camera rattle from the proximity. And due to being so close, a few flecks of saliva splattered the lens. But rather than wipe the lens clean, Lucas just pressed his belly firmly and let out another huge burp right into the camera. Followed by another. Then another. And another soon after that.
”BUUUUUURRRRRUUUUURRRREEEEEEEP!!!!”
”BWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRCH!!!
”BRRRUUUURRR-URH-AAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!”
Lucas spent about a solid minute straight just burping into the camera again and again. His audience was loving every single second of it, some dishing out a few more donations one after the other, all played thirsty fiddles to Lucas' gaseous tune. He knew exactly what the people wanted since, well, Brock was always keen to indulge his own kinks time and time again. And the sight of Brock letting loose never failed to make Lucas go weak in the knees. No reason he shouldn't 'pay it forward' to those just as thirsty as he was.
...Unlike them, however, Lucas didn't believe in doing these sorts of things for free. He was a cop, after all.
Eventually, after an especially lengthy eruption, Lucas gasped, out of breath and grinning weakly at the camera. “Urgh, okay, h-heh, think I'm all tapped out now. Hope you guys enjoyed that. Stay tuned next Sunday where, hopefully, Brock'll be home to give us all a real show...grumpy and begrudging though it may be,” Lucas mused, snickering with amusement at how not-into this scene Brock was, unless he was indulging Lucas specifically. “Til next time, kiddies...”
Lucas paused, holding up a finger, as if to say, 'hold it,' then brought the finger to his maw as he took in a few more gulps of air. And just to give his feed something for the road...
“BYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEE-EEEEUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!! Haaaah, URP, mph, heh, Officer Lucas signin' off...”
Hey, cops don't get paid much. Gotta make dough somehow, amirite?
Lucas set the camera on his bed, plugged directly into his laptop. The stream was live, and immediately, he saw a flow of viewers popping in; his usual audience with a lot of new screennames he didn't recognize. The copper-scaled monster smirked and did a mock salute with his blue claws near the horns protruding from his scalp, causing both to emit electric discharge.
“Whaddup, kiddies? It's your boy, off-duty officer Lucas, aka 'The Living Stun-Gun,' at'cher service...kink-services, that is,” Lucas said with a sly smirk across his lighter-scaled lower jaw. Lucas was dressed in his casual Sunday wares, a black T-Shirt, rocking the logo of his favorite band, and sweatpants.
In one hand, he was holding a can of beer, while his free hand rested atop his stomach. His shirt was a bit more tight-fitting than his usual, more baggy T-Shirts. As a result, it emphasized Lucas' fairly broad chest, but also showcased that his stomach was pressing out rather noticeably against his shirt. Lucas grinned at the camera, slowly running his hand up and down his middle, claws occasionally digging into his midsection as he rubbed, causing the bottom of his shirt to occasionally hike up and expose a sliver of light-copper scales from Lucas' bare belly.
All the while, as Lucas rubbed, he smirked down at the camera. “Mmm, I know, I know, I got nothin' on Brock. But he doesn't have nearly as much showmanship as yours truly...”
As Lucas rubbed, a torrent of comments started flooding his feed. He looked down and read one of them.
“Did I eat anything? Well, I'm off duty today, so I whipped myself up about a dozen quarter pound burgers with usin' that bun toasting method with mayo one of y'all suggested. And damn good idea, by the way. That shit tasted extra crispy as a result,” Lucas mused, licking his chops contently at the memory of such splendid flavor. “Then, after that, I had a few extra thick'n meaty burritos, thanks to all y'all's donations, and well...see for yourselves...”
In a slow, showy fashion, Lucas gripped the bottom of his shirt and in a teasingly slow manner, steadily pulled his shirt up, revealing more and more of his bare belly. When it raised high enough to reveal Lucas' belly button, the feed went nuts, which never failed to put a sly smirk on Lucas' face. Then, he eventually tugged the shirt entirely up so it was just below his chest, revealing the entirety of his bare, lighter-scaled copper paunch. Though not nearly as big or as ravenous as his boyfriend, Lucas had an appetite to spare. As a result of that appetite, Lucas' belly was pushing out by well over a foot, causing his sweatpants to push down to expose more of Lucas' softer underbelly.
With his gut exposed to the camera, Lucas leaned back in his bed, arching his back intentionally to cause his bloated, gurgling gut to push out further towards the camera. “Maaaan, lunch was something else, dudes, I tell ya...” Lucas purred, patting his belly firmly with his right hand. A very deep, gastric gurgling erupted from Lucas' paunch, causing Lucas to groan contently to himself as he smirked a sly little smirk back at the camera. “Mmmm, y'see what I mean?”
Lucas slouched forward, causing the contents within his bloated belly to slosh quite audibly for the camera to pick up. Then, very carefully, he grabbed the camera and brought it right up against his belly. Specifically, right up to where the lens was pointed almost directly at his belly button. It was shallow due to the fact that Lucas wasn't overtly fat, but still deep in appearance since he had a bit of a belly on him from years of all his constant overeating. Either way, Lucas knew his audience loved the sight of it, and the kind of overly excited comments he saw flooding his feed was a golden testament of that.
With the camera pressed nearly right up Lucas' belly, the mic was able to pick up a very deep, acidic gurgling and churning sound.
*GLLLUUUURRRGLE!!!*
From up close, Lucas' belly sounded like a vat of highly volatile chemicals. It was clear that his stomach was hard at work, digesting his massive lunch, and was likely well underway.
“Man, s'too bad I didn't have the cam on immediately after lunch, I was freakin' huge, like ya wouldn't believe how bloated my belly got...” Lucas groaned, playing it up for the crowd and winning them out every time. He sucked in his stomach and pushed it out again and again. The sloshing his belly made was so intense that it sounded like someone was shaking up a very thick vat of heavy syrup right up against a microphone. And the gurgling that accompanied it was so intense, one might assume that Lucas had molten lava festering in his gut.
Lucas kept the camera firmly pressed against his belly, letting his audience take it all in. A lot of the comments in the feed were from people saying all the many...less than safe for work things they wanted to do with Lucas and his belly. It always amused Lucas. He absolutely loved the attention...and loved even more the donations his viewers gave him for just eating.
Of course, Lucas would never actually act on any of this. Kinky though he was, Lucas was a very loyal partner, and would never be romantic with anyone except a certain grouchy turtle monster. Clearly, at least one of the commentators was thinking the same thing, because one comment that caught Lucas' eye was, '2 bad Brock isn't there. U 2 are super cute 2gether. ;) '
Lucas smirked, eventually pulling the camera away from his stomach and putting it back in place. “Yeah, unfortunately, dispatch called him like right before we were about to have lunch. Poor guy's bound to be extra grouchy when he comes back.”
'More so than usual?! ' read one comment.
Lucas snorted and nodded back. “More so than usual. Like, y'all don't get it. I've known Brock since we were in the academy together, almost, like, seventeen years now. That dude was always a grouch, but if you send him on his way on an empty stomach? Ohhh boy, even The Motherfucking Hulk would tell him to chill out. He is, and I shit you not, the hangriest big boy you will ever meet...course, if you're a perp who does somethin' extra messed up, he ain't gonna be too hangry after meetin' you...”
That sparked a whole slew of new comments, which Lucas browsed for a moment.
“Heh, biggest perp I've ever eaten? Eh, some punk who was runnin' a sex trafficking ring downtown. Dude's day job was a bouncer. He was actually close to around six foot something or other.” Lucas leaned back once again and absentmindedly rubbed his protruding gut in slow, circular motions, claws digging into his scaly flesh, sinking in to emphasize how soft his scaly belly was, especially as bloated as it was now. “Mmmm, dude took for-fucking-ever to digest...but maaaaaan, did he taste great,” Lucas mused, slowly running his tongue across his lips, recalling the taste of that thug he savored. He looked directly at the camera and once again licked his lips in a showy, predatory fashion. “I'll bet some'uh you would taste even better though...”
The amount of heart icons he received for that comment alone was a little ridiculous. But needless to say, Lucas knew his audience.
Another comment caught his eye among many.
“Hm? Did he squirm a lot? Heh, well, not at first,” Lucas teased. To emphasize the point, he scraped his claws against his scaly belly, causing electricity to spark out from his now-glowing blue crystal-like claws. “I'm the Stun-Gun, remember? I make it a point to zap out any perps I either bring in...heh, or bring down...” Lucas said, index claw trailing down fro his throat, then his chest, and all the way back to his belly again.
Lucas proceeded to grip his soft underbelly and give it a hearty jostle. He wasn't bloated enough that his belly bounced at all. However, he was full enough that his soft-scaled midsection still jostled and the contents within, still digesting away, sloshed heavily within his stomach.
“The dude was tough, I'll give 'im that much though. He started kicking and thrashing like mad, hoping he'd try and make me puke up my prey or whatever. Didn't amount to much 'cept some really gnarly indigestion. Heh, I was burping aaaaaall fucking day after that, my throat actually started burnin' after a while...”
Quite a few comments started popping up immediately after that. Lucas predicted it pretty much as soon as he finished that comment. So he smirked and read the most recurring comment being posted out loud.
“Do I got any in me now?” Lucas read, one dark, scaly brow raised.
Lucas responded by gripping his gut firmly, claws once again digging into his slightly doughy paunch, kneading his belly firmly while Lucas took in a few hearty gulps of air, causing his gullet to gurgle in response. Then, Lucas leaned forward and let out an enormous, guttural belch right into the camera.
“HUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAOOOOOOORRRRRP!!!!!!”
The sound was deep and forceful enough that the camera vibrated, nearly cracking the volume from just how close Lucas' maw was to the camera when he let loose. After roughly four seconds, Lucas leaned back, sighing contently and patting his belly contently.
“Mmmm, heh, I know I'm not nearly as good as Brock when it comes to that regard, buuuuut, not too shabby, eh?” Lucas asked. His response was a series of comments utterly smitten by that display, thus answering Lucas' question. That was, until, another question popped up. “...Can I burp-talk?”
Lucas shrugged to himself, until taking in more gulps of air.
”YYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSS-sssuuurrrr-UUUUUURRRRLLUUURRRRP!!!!
Once again, Lucas lurched his head forward and belched out the word 'yes,' before it eventually just devolved into another lengthy burp.
“Phew! Heh, damn, that one made me lightheaded!” Lucas laughed, shaking his head and blinking a few times. “Mph, man, haven't done that since...” Lucas paused, momentarily looking uncomfortable. But then he slapped his hand against his belly firmly and let out yet another deep, guttural sounding burp. “BLLOOOOOORRRRUUUP!!! Guh, oof, afterburp. Heh, anyway, man, haven't done that in years.”
Unsurprisingly, after that display, he got quite a few requests asking for more burps. But one request was accompanied by a bing noise, indicating a donation. Lucas glanced at the screen and went mildly wide-eyed.
“Holy shit, thanks so much for such a generous donation...umm...MyHeartIz-with a z for some reason-MadeOhCheeze...with a z again. And your request was...how fast can I down a six pack of beers?” Lucas smirked when he read that, looking back at the can in his hand. “Heh, well, this is the last beer from a previous pack I'd open up. How 'bout I polish this one off and crack open a full set'n we find out?”
Lucas held up a finger, dipped his head back and took a hearty swig of his beer. There was just over half left in the can since Lucas had been nursing the beer since before the stream even started. He proceeded to glug it down in a few especially ample gulps. The camera could pick up on the sound of his throat squelching with each gulp he took. The viewers were either commenting on how loud Lucas' gulps were or commenting on the sight of his throat bobbing in and out so rapidly. All the while, as Lucas chugged the rest of his beer down, his free hand caressed his bloated belly, rubbing and gripping it fondly for his audience.
Eventually, Lucas polished the can off, crushing it and chucking it aside. He let out a foamy-sounding burp, one that got cut off, but then shook his head and thumped his chest a few times, letting out a deeper burp right after. “Mph, back in two secs,” Lucas remarked, pushing himself up from his mattress and walking out of sight to the kitchen.
There was silence for a while, safe for the rummaging of Lucas' fridge in the distance. But then, a giant burp erupted off-camera from a distance, likely the kitchen. One that rumbled out for several seconds straight, easily topping that monster he let out earlier, and was loud enough that despite being in the kitchen, it picked up quite audibly on the camera. That same camera could pick up on the sound of Lucas sighing with immense relief from the kitchen. “Fuck, there it is...” Lucas voice could be heard from the kitchen, sounding deeply relieved.
Eventually, Lucas returned to his bedroom, one hand carrying a six-pack of beers, and the other tenderly rubbing his bloated belly while Lucas looked beyond relieved.
“Ohhh man, dunno if you guys heard that, but I just let out a massive fucking burp just now and, god damn, I feel like I just gained a year'uh my life back...” Lucas groaned, tongue hanging out of his maw for a moment. He pulled himself back down on his mattress, and dropped the six-pack down next to the camera.
As he sat down, Lucas sat up and rather than pull his shirt back up like before, just decided to remove it entirely. Lucas stripped his shirt off, leaving the entirety of his upper body bare, and discarded his shirt carelessly to the side. His chest possessed a notable definition to it. So too did his biceps. After all, Lucas was a cop, first and foremost, and as someone on the field with Brock constantly, that required a bit of physicality to it.
Which only made his bloated belly seem that much more prominent, the way it contrasted his otherwise envy-inducing physique. “Alrighty,” Lucas said, grabbing his cellphone and holding it out to show his audience a timer-app. He popped the top of his first beer can, ready to down it at a moments notice. “Clock starts....now.”
At 'now,' Lucas' timer began, and he immediately brought the can to his lips and proceeded to chug as heartily as he could. Lucas clenched his eyes shut as his throat bobbed in and out. Beer flowed down his gullet at a rapid rate, filling his already occupied gut with even more alcohol than he'd already consumed.
Within no time at all, the first can was drained clean. Lucas crushed the can, burped loudly, then grabbed his second can. And within no time at all, he was slugging his second can down at as fast a rate as he could. There was a look of mild strain on Lucas' face as he chugged. He only ever drank this fast whenever he challenged Brock to a drinking contest. It was a contest he always lost, but won at the same time, since it always resulted in a nice, bloated boyfriend. The second can caused Lucas' belly to press out just a little more from the influx of beer.
The second can was promptly crushed once it was empty. Lucas sighed heartily after he could finally catch his breath, then grabbed his third can. There was pressure in his belly in need of release, but Lucas was so in the zone that he just got to work chugging down the third can before he could burp it out. The comments were filled with variations of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” Or many commenting on how much more bloated Lucas was starting to look downing so much beer at once on an already full stomach. Others noted that Lucas was, like most monster cops, a voracious predator, and swallowing prey whole meant a few cans of beer was nothing to him.
Well, whatever the case, Lucas got through his third can, crushing it and tossing it alongside the others. He grabbed his fourth can and popped it open. But before he could bring it to his maw, he stopped and grimaced with discomfort. Lucas looked deeply uncomfortable for a brief period. But then he gripped his gut firmly with his free hand and let out a big, sonorous belch from the very depths of his stomach.
”HHHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUP!!!!!!!”
The burp rumbled aggressively from Lucas' maw, carrying some serious heft to it. After just over six seconds, it ended. Lucas huffed with exhaustion, rolling his eyes at the back of his head for a moment. Lucas was about to take a drink, but a couple other short but deep burps rumbled up from his gullet.
“URRRP! BRRREEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUULLLLP!!!!!!”
Lucas shook his head, a bit taken back as he gave his belly a couple of hearty pats, both of relief and to make sure his stomach was emptied of the pressure that was bothering him. This pattern continued. Lucas steadily plowed through the remaining few cans, taking a little longer to get through each one. Occasionally, he had to stop and catch his breath, burping more frequently with each breather, but then he'd hop right back to chugging down the rest. All while his belly expanded just a little more with each beer he chugged down.
The live-feed was going nuts all the while.
Eventually, Lucas polished off the sixth and final can, and gasped breathlessly when it was finished. This time, Lucas crushed the can against his forehead, and chucked it aside. Still huffing to himself, he held the phone up to the camera and stopped the app. He'd managed to successfully down an entire six-pack of beers in roughly five minutes and thirty nine seconds straight.
Lucas was still catching his breath, and finally opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. Instead, Lucas' mouth gaped open, and he proceeded to let out the longest, loudest burp of the entire day.
”BWWUUUURRR-UUUR-URRRUUUUUUUUHHH-OOOOOOOOORRRRRR-EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The burp erupted out of Lucas' maw for well over ten seconds straight. All the pressure and post-digestive gases that had been festering in Lucas' belly were all pushed in one lengthy, powerful eructation. When it finally ended after what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality, a whopping fifteen seconds straight, Lucas appeared positively winded. He nearly flopped backwards on his mattress.
“Ohhhh man, that was...that was intense,” Lucas mused breathlessly. He went nearly cross-eyed with exhaustion for a moment, leaning back and rubbed his even more prominent middle with both hands.
Lucas gasped and huffed, still catching his breath as his claws sank into his much thicker midsection. He eventually grabbed the camera again and held it up to get his big, rounded belly in view as he used his free hand to rub it gingerly. His thumb-claw kneaded into the knots within his gut as it bubbled and burbled away like a chemistry set on the fritz.
“Ohhhhhmmman, I'm so fucking full,” Lucas groaned, partially to ham it up for his thirsty audience...mostly because he was a bit drunk and genuinely felt full. “Mmmmm, [b[*HIC!*[/b] Guh...mph, I wish Brock were here to rub my belly right now...”
The feed was ablaze with people all volunteering as tribute to rub Lucas' belly for him. But no, even if it were possible, there was only one pair of gruff, rough hands he wanted on his body.
“...Mmmm, maybe when he gets home,” Lucas moaned, once again exaggerating his fullness for his viewers.
Once again, he gripped his underbelly with his free hand. His claws sank into his soft-scaled flesh, and he proceeded to jostle his gut firmly. Given how much beer Lucas had just downed all at once, the resulting caused Lucas' belly to slosh intensely. The liquids and digested slurry within his gut sounded considerably heavier than usual, like a really rich, thick syrup in a thick rubber bag. Even when he stopped jostling it, the surface of Lucas' belly had a bit of an after-jostle to it.
Then, Lucas' belly emitted a deep, acidic-sounding gurgling. Lucas lurched for a moment, but then smirked and brought the camera to his mouth, just in time for Lucas to let out a rank, guttural belch directly at the camera.
”HUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRRRRP!!!!”
It was deep, loud, and once again made the camera rattle from the proximity. And due to being so close, a few flecks of saliva splattered the lens. But rather than wipe the lens clean, Lucas just pressed his belly firmly and let out another huge burp right into the camera. Followed by another. Then another. And another soon after that.
”BUUUUUURRRRRUUUUURRRREEEEEEEP!!!!”
”BWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRCH!!!
”BRRRUUUURRR-URH-AAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!”
Lucas spent about a solid minute straight just burping into the camera again and again. His audience was loving every single second of it, some dishing out a few more donations one after the other, all played thirsty fiddles to Lucas' gaseous tune. He knew exactly what the people wanted since, well, Brock was always keen to indulge his own kinks time and time again. And the sight of Brock letting loose never failed to make Lucas go weak in the knees. No reason he shouldn't 'pay it forward' to those just as thirsty as he was.
...Unlike them, however, Lucas didn't believe in doing these sorts of things for free. He was a cop, after all.
Eventually, after an especially lengthy eruption, Lucas gasped, out of breath and grinning weakly at the camera. “Urgh, okay, h-heh, think I'm all tapped out now. Hope you guys enjoyed that. Stay tuned next Sunday where, hopefully, Brock'll be home to give us all a real show...grumpy and begrudging though it may be,” Lucas mused, snickering with amusement at how not-into this scene Brock was, unless he was indulging Lucas specifically. “Til next time, kiddies...”
Lucas paused, holding up a finger, as if to say, 'hold it,' then brought the finger to his maw as he took in a few more gulps of air. And just to give his feed something for the road...
“BYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEE-EEEEUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!! Haaaah, URP, mph, heh, Officer Lucas signin' off...”
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Alien (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1232px
Oh man this guy'll make me want to commit some crimes just to get on his show!
Long as it isn't any serious crimes. Then you might not get to enjoy the cam show a second time, my dude.
Oh, he looks like a fun guy! I'd tune in just for him, if I could. I'd love to get in some shout-outs.
I love the Fing Burping!^^
And how Lucas enjoyed doing it,
And how he was exaggerating everything!
And how Lucas enjoyed doing it,
And how he was exaggerating everything!
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