"Urk." The werewolf opened his eyes. He could see the ceiling above him. Was he laying on the ground? Shakily, the werewolf reached his arm out to grab something to lift himself up. His hand caught on the top of a padded stool which, despite Sarge's best efforts, did not seem to give him much leverage in lifting himself up. He felt heavy -- more than he was used to, anyway.
"Hyper-dense bones doin' this?" He adjusted himself to get better leverage before managing to lift himself into an almost-sitting position. He wanted to continue, but he felt a large mass of cream and brown get in his way. bits of fur pushed into his mouth, causing him to sputter in surprise and land back on his back. "The heck?"
The werewolf could see the mound that was his belly. It was huge...er than he was used to. The werewolf could see his sides, stretching out far around him as the weight of his own belly kept him pinned to the ground. With how big it was, Sergeant Wolf couldn't even put his hands to his sides. His attempts to reach around it only made his arms sink into the softness of his belly.
curiously, he gave it a poke, seeing that it pressed in. "Fat. Lots of fat." The werewolf rolled himself onto his belly and tried to get up from there, but his belly made it impossible for his arms to touch the ground. Wiggling his feet, Sergeant Wolf was dismayed to find the same situation was happening there. He did have more fat on his body, but it felt like something was... inside his stomach. He could have sworn he didn't eat anything too large at all. "Did I go to a buffet?"
The werewolf gave up on getting up. Whatever was in him would disappear eventually... he just had to wait it out a bit longer. Either that or he could call a friend to help him up....
"Ira?" Sergeant Wolf perked up, suddenly remembering that Ira was over to visit. "Ira? Hello?"
The werewolf was greeted with silence.
Sergeant Wolf caught a glimpse of something purple on the stool he tried to leverage himself with. Long, purple, and embelished with a black, circular sigil, Sergeant Wolf recognized this as Ira's loin cloth.
"Uh....." The werewolf cringed at the thought of Ira going around Sergeant Wolf's house in the nude. It was unbecoming of the dragon, for certain... but there was no other reason Ira would just leave his loin cloth out! "What... what even happened? Ira?!"
The werewolf tried to recollect what happened. Last night, from what he could remember, Ira came over, mentioning something about a rune he wanted to try out.... Then Ira rubbed Sergeant Wolf's belly, and traced a pattern in it with his claw.... The dragon leaned in for a kiss... or something. Sergeant Wolf started to feel drowsy at that point. Ira's gaze was rather hypnotic.... "Who better to test this rune out than the big, fat werewolf with a self-proclaimed stomach capacity of an entire bathtub!" Sergeant Wolf could swear he had heard Ira say this.
URP!
Sergeant Wolf put a hand to his mouth as he suddenly tasted something. It tasted like how Ira smelled.... "The heck kinda kiss did he give me?" The werewolf opened his mouth as a yawn came on. He could feel it opening wider than it was supposed to, but at this moment he couldn't understand why.
"Certainly feels like I had a food coma..." The werewolf looked at the loin cloth, "and Ira's loin cloth is here."
The werewolf snarled as realization came to his mind. "IRA MADE ME EAT HIM?"
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ALRIGHTY... had to get this one done -- Sergeant Wolf with a biiig belly that stretches out past his feet, so if he stood up it'd drag on the floor. IraGremka had an idea and I loved it. SO, after he accepted being the "prey", I had to draw it in.
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Ira © iragremka
Sergeant Wolf/ Story © pikminpedia Me
"Hyper-dense bones doin' this?" He adjusted himself to get better leverage before managing to lift himself into an almost-sitting position. He wanted to continue, but he felt a large mass of cream and brown get in his way. bits of fur pushed into his mouth, causing him to sputter in surprise and land back on his back. "The heck?"
The werewolf could see the mound that was his belly. It was huge...er than he was used to. The werewolf could see his sides, stretching out far around him as the weight of his own belly kept him pinned to the ground. With how big it was, Sergeant Wolf couldn't even put his hands to his sides. His attempts to reach around it only made his arms sink into the softness of his belly.
curiously, he gave it a poke, seeing that it pressed in. "Fat. Lots of fat." The werewolf rolled himself onto his belly and tried to get up from there, but his belly made it impossible for his arms to touch the ground. Wiggling his feet, Sergeant Wolf was dismayed to find the same situation was happening there. He did have more fat on his body, but it felt like something was... inside his stomach. He could have sworn he didn't eat anything too large at all. "Did I go to a buffet?"
The werewolf gave up on getting up. Whatever was in him would disappear eventually... he just had to wait it out a bit longer. Either that or he could call a friend to help him up....
"Ira?" Sergeant Wolf perked up, suddenly remembering that Ira was over to visit. "Ira? Hello?"
The werewolf was greeted with silence.
Sergeant Wolf caught a glimpse of something purple on the stool he tried to leverage himself with. Long, purple, and embelished with a black, circular sigil, Sergeant Wolf recognized this as Ira's loin cloth.
"Uh....." The werewolf cringed at the thought of Ira going around Sergeant Wolf's house in the nude. It was unbecoming of the dragon, for certain... but there was no other reason Ira would just leave his loin cloth out! "What... what even happened? Ira?!"
The werewolf tried to recollect what happened. Last night, from what he could remember, Ira came over, mentioning something about a rune he wanted to try out.... Then Ira rubbed Sergeant Wolf's belly, and traced a pattern in it with his claw.... The dragon leaned in for a kiss... or something. Sergeant Wolf started to feel drowsy at that point. Ira's gaze was rather hypnotic.... "Who better to test this rune out than the big, fat werewolf with a self-proclaimed stomach capacity of an entire bathtub!" Sergeant Wolf could swear he had heard Ira say this.
URP!
Sergeant Wolf put a hand to his mouth as he suddenly tasted something. It tasted like how Ira smelled.... "The heck kinda kiss did he give me?" The werewolf opened his mouth as a yawn came on. He could feel it opening wider than it was supposed to, but at this moment he couldn't understand why.
"Certainly feels like I had a food coma..." The werewolf looked at the loin cloth, "and Ira's loin cloth is here."
The werewolf snarled as realization came to his mind. "IRA MADE ME EAT HIM?"
~~~~~
ALRIGHTY... had to get this one done -- Sergeant Wolf with a biiig belly that stretches out past his feet, so if he stood up it'd drag on the floor. IraGremka had an idea and I loved it. SO, after he accepted being the "prey", I had to draw it in.
~~~~~
Ira © iragremka
Sergeant Wolf/ Story © pikminpedia Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Wolf
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1082px
Lovin' that beautiful furry belly! Could use some rubs and love I think~ ;3
I really love how I did the belly this time around. It's exactly how I've wanted to draw 'em for a while.
Honestly it's my favorite belly of Sarge I've seen so far >w<
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