The following is artwork by eskaria145 as part of a trade we worked on together which features his OC monster cop bois, Brock and his sassy, kinky partner, Lucas, back so soon after his last outing. Here, the bois are lounging together after having just stuffed their faces. And after a meal that hefty, the two are feeling pretty gassy.
So naturally, Lucas wants to make a quick vid to earn some big bucks because eel-boi knows how thirsty his audience be.
"Ooorgh fuck..." Brock groaned groggily. The big turtle monster dropped heavily onto his couch, making his massive belly jostle around like a big fat ball of gelatin with the contents inside sloshing intensely. He'd eaten so much food that his gut had rounded out by almost four extra feet.
He lazily patted the side of his huge, scaly dome and threw his head back to expel an equally massive belch.
"BRRUUUUUUURRRRRRROOOOOOOHP!!!!!"
It rumbled heftily from his throat, carrying a few strands of saliva that flicked out of his beak-like maw in the process. When it ended, Brock grunted and slapped his gut heavily, burping loudly again in the process.
Just then, another huge throaty belch erupted, but this time, not from the big fat turtle monster. Rather, it was Lucas, his electric-eel monster boyfriend. Like Brock, Lucas was also shirtless and had to unzip his own trousers just to give his immensely bloated, copper-scaled belly some breathing room.
"Grraaaah, ohhhh dude, I can't believe how much we overdid it this time," Lucas groaned in an exaggerated fashion. He moaned loudly as he plopped onto the couch next to Brock and leaned back into Brock's burly side. Brock didn't even need to turn around to see he was clearly hamming it up for his viewers.
"...Urgh, fer fucks sake, didn't we just record ourselves eatin'?" Brock growled.
"Gotta get that moolah somehow, dude," Lucas replied, revealing his cellphone at hand. "Besides, ya have any idea how much the fans love the after results of a nice pigout?"
Lucas slumped back, making his bloated belly push out even more. It jiggled when he lazily dropped his clawed hand atop it and started firmly rubbing the center of his gut while filming himself from a lower angle to film how much his belly squished beneath his palm.
"Hrrrm, maaaaaaan, lil perps...the money y'all keep sendin' us is makin' us sooooo fat..." Lucas moaned, gripping into his soft, jiggly gut and jostling it around from the side. His stomach jiggled and sloshed from all that shaking, and in doing so, dislodged a considerable pressure pocket.
Lucas' eyes widened when he felt it rumbling up his throat, and then pointed the camera directly towards his mouth just in time to unleash a big, guttural belch right into the camera.
"HOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!!!"
He pushed into his gut firmly to press more of that pressure out at once, making Lucas burp so hard that when it ended, his tongue was hanging out of his maw while he panted right into the camera.
"Haaaah...good one, right?" Lucas murmured with a seductive wink back at the camera just as he smacked his lips. "Lots more where that came from..."
Lucas' throat bobbed in and out while he gulped down some air. His throat could be heard groaning idly with the influx of air he was sucking down into his gut. Then, he lurched his head forward and belched again into the camera, a big, meaty-sounding burp at that.
He continued burping right into his camera for two solid minutes straight. Lucas kneaded into his bloated gut, pressing and pushing into it, gulping down air, and promptly belching it back up for all the burp lovers on his page. Which, sufficed to say, was quite a few subscribers and donors. Half the times Lucas filmed himself eating, he'd always get about a dozen or two comments from patrons begging him to burp on camera. And Lucas was always more than happy to comply.
After an especially lengthy belch, Lucas panted breathlessly. "Grroooaaah, dude...'kay, think I'm burped out...for now at least, heh..." Lucas insisted, patting his stomach with relief. He then leaned back against Brock again, pointing the camera back down at his round belly which he continued to stroke and fondle all over. He really kneaded and grabbed at his bloated, currently doughy gut, showing just how much weight he had gained when he gripped his sides and jostled them around some more. Then, Lucas stuck his claw into his rather deep belly button and wiggled it around, all while keeping his camera firmly pointed at his navel while he wigged around.
He rumbled pleasurably at the sensation, pushing his claw as deep into his navel as it would go. Sufficed to say, it sank a pretty considerable deal inside. Eventually, he just yanked it out, making his belly wobble in the process. And it only jiggled even more when Lucas gave his belly a resounding, possessive slap, making himself hiccup in the process.
"Mmmmm, like what'cha see, lil perps? Be sure to keep those donations comin' to make me'n the grumpy tortoise over there even fatter..."
"I'mma turtle, ya fuck," Brock growled.
"Love you too, babe," Lucas teased.
The camera could pick up more annoyed grumblings, but it was hard to tell if it was Brock or Brock's massive stomach.
Though, Lucas' own engorged stomach wasn't any less noisy. "Oof, y'hear that?" Lucas asked, and then pressed his phone right into his belly. It gurgled so heavily that it sounded like a chemistry set going nuts, especially the way it burbled up a storm.
The smaller brown-scaled monster grimaced, but then pointed the camera back up at his face again to start burping right into his phone once more.
"OOOOOUUUURRRRP!!!!" Lucas belched, deep and loud, but not impressive.
So, he gripped his belly firmly with his free hand and burped again, this time much louder. "BAAAAAAAARRRRRUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!!!"
But even still, after it ended, Lucas huffed with dissatisfaction. So he started kneading into his belly and subtly gulping down some air. This eventually culminated into Lucas unleashing a huge belch, one that came from the very depths of his stomach, right into his camera.
"BRRRREEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!"
It was an impressive, if crude display, one that rumbled out of Lucas' maw for a few seconds straight and splattered his camera with sticky saliva. When it ended, Lucas sighed with relief right into the camera and gave his gut a resounding pat of relief.
"Guuuh...ohhhh yeah, that one felt good comin' up..."
But it was soon dwarfed by an utterly titanic belch released by his much larger, far more bloated lover...
"BWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That burp was so huge that it rattled the entire couch while rumbling out of Brock's maw for several seconds straight. When it ended, Brock sighed with relief and patted his fat stomach heavily. The sound of his belly sloshing was exponentially thicker than Lucas'. It sounded as if Brock's gut was filled to the brim with the thickest syrup fetish video money could buy.
Lucas whistled and lazily pushed himself up from his seat. "Daaaamn, did you guys hear that?" Lucas asked his audience, then pointed his camera at Brock's massive boulder of a belly. He knelt down before Brock and gave Brock's belly a couple of firm pats. It rippled heavily with each pat and dislodged a hiccup from Brock, that soon turned into a deep belch. "Take a look, lil perps, this is where your investment is goin'," Lucas teased, rubbing big wide circles all over Brock's gargantuan gut with his free hand. His other hand directed the camera-phone all across that big, round, churning dome of fat and scaly flesh.
Brock couldn't help but rumble pleasantly, savoring Lucas' hand running all over his belly. Especially the way Lucas really gripped that fat scaly dome or patted it while talking about how fat the turtle monster was getting. Brock was a fan of rougher treatment due to his rather hard scaly exterior. All sturdier monsters like him tended to prefer rougher physical contact anyway.
Lucas looked over that enormous gut his boyfriend was rocking and bit his lower lip.
"...Dude, you're huge..." he murmured and slapped Brock's massive belly from the side, making it jiggle and slosh heavily. The infatuation in his voice was as plain as day.
Predictably, the slap dislodged an ample pressure pocket resulting in Brock letting loose with yet another huge, ground-shaking belch.
"BWWOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR-HUUUUUUUUUUUHHHP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Because Lucas' cam was still pointed at Brock's belly when he let loose, it picked up on the way his gut sank in slightly and rippled heavily from the sheer force of that belch. When it ended, Brock hiccuped again, making his big fat gut bounce and slosh from the spasm.
He grinned when he looked over Lucas and saw how much the smaller bloated monsters cheeks were burning. "Heh, why'd ya stop rubbin', 'Stun Gun?'" Brock asked, stretching his back to make his already massive gut stick out even more. Which it made it that much more tantalizing when Brock slapped his belly heavily, causing it to ripple intensely beneath his palm. "Still got way more in the tank fer yer audience and fer you to enjoy..."
Lucas just watched that massive belly slosh around from the slap with rapt, laser focus. The image of that belly rippling from under Brock's heavy palm replayed in his head over and over. To the point where Lucas' horns pulsated with electricity.
Slowly, Lucas gulped to himself and brought the camera up to address his viewers.
"...Th-That's the end of the tier one burping vid, gang. To any top tier subscribers watching...umm...s-s-stay tuned...'cuz I think y'all are about to have a show..."
So naturally, Lucas wants to make a quick vid to earn some big bucks because eel-boi knows how thirsty his audience be.
"Ooorgh fuck..." Brock groaned groggily. The big turtle monster dropped heavily onto his couch, making his massive belly jostle around like a big fat ball of gelatin with the contents inside sloshing intensely. He'd eaten so much food that his gut had rounded out by almost four extra feet.
He lazily patted the side of his huge, scaly dome and threw his head back to expel an equally massive belch.
"BRRUUUUUUURRRRRRROOOOOOOHP!!!!!"
It rumbled heftily from his throat, carrying a few strands of saliva that flicked out of his beak-like maw in the process. When it ended, Brock grunted and slapped his gut heavily, burping loudly again in the process.
Just then, another huge throaty belch erupted, but this time, not from the big fat turtle monster. Rather, it was Lucas, his electric-eel monster boyfriend. Like Brock, Lucas was also shirtless and had to unzip his own trousers just to give his immensely bloated, copper-scaled belly some breathing room.
"Grraaaah, ohhhh dude, I can't believe how much we overdid it this time," Lucas groaned in an exaggerated fashion. He moaned loudly as he plopped onto the couch next to Brock and leaned back into Brock's burly side. Brock didn't even need to turn around to see he was clearly hamming it up for his viewers.
"...Urgh, fer fucks sake, didn't we just record ourselves eatin'?" Brock growled.
"Gotta get that moolah somehow, dude," Lucas replied, revealing his cellphone at hand. "Besides, ya have any idea how much the fans love the after results of a nice pigout?"
Lucas slumped back, making his bloated belly push out even more. It jiggled when he lazily dropped his clawed hand atop it and started firmly rubbing the center of his gut while filming himself from a lower angle to film how much his belly squished beneath his palm.
"Hrrrm, maaaaaaan, lil perps...the money y'all keep sendin' us is makin' us sooooo fat..." Lucas moaned, gripping into his soft, jiggly gut and jostling it around from the side. His stomach jiggled and sloshed from all that shaking, and in doing so, dislodged a considerable pressure pocket.
Lucas' eyes widened when he felt it rumbling up his throat, and then pointed the camera directly towards his mouth just in time to unleash a big, guttural belch right into the camera.
"HOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!!!"
He pushed into his gut firmly to press more of that pressure out at once, making Lucas burp so hard that when it ended, his tongue was hanging out of his maw while he panted right into the camera.
"Haaaah...good one, right?" Lucas murmured with a seductive wink back at the camera just as he smacked his lips. "Lots more where that came from..."
Lucas' throat bobbed in and out while he gulped down some air. His throat could be heard groaning idly with the influx of air he was sucking down into his gut. Then, he lurched his head forward and belched again into the camera, a big, meaty-sounding burp at that.
He continued burping right into his camera for two solid minutes straight. Lucas kneaded into his bloated gut, pressing and pushing into it, gulping down air, and promptly belching it back up for all the burp lovers on his page. Which, sufficed to say, was quite a few subscribers and donors. Half the times Lucas filmed himself eating, he'd always get about a dozen or two comments from patrons begging him to burp on camera. And Lucas was always more than happy to comply.
After an especially lengthy belch, Lucas panted breathlessly. "Grroooaaah, dude...'kay, think I'm burped out...for now at least, heh..." Lucas insisted, patting his stomach with relief. He then leaned back against Brock again, pointing the camera back down at his round belly which he continued to stroke and fondle all over. He really kneaded and grabbed at his bloated, currently doughy gut, showing just how much weight he had gained when he gripped his sides and jostled them around some more. Then, Lucas stuck his claw into his rather deep belly button and wiggled it around, all while keeping his camera firmly pointed at his navel while he wigged around.
He rumbled pleasurably at the sensation, pushing his claw as deep into his navel as it would go. Sufficed to say, it sank a pretty considerable deal inside. Eventually, he just yanked it out, making his belly wobble in the process. And it only jiggled even more when Lucas gave his belly a resounding, possessive slap, making himself hiccup in the process.
"Mmmmm, like what'cha see, lil perps? Be sure to keep those donations comin' to make me'n the grumpy tortoise over there even fatter..."
"I'mma turtle, ya fuck," Brock growled.
"Love you too, babe," Lucas teased.
The camera could pick up more annoyed grumblings, but it was hard to tell if it was Brock or Brock's massive stomach.
Though, Lucas' own engorged stomach wasn't any less noisy. "Oof, y'hear that?" Lucas asked, and then pressed his phone right into his belly. It gurgled so heavily that it sounded like a chemistry set going nuts, especially the way it burbled up a storm.
The smaller brown-scaled monster grimaced, but then pointed the camera back up at his face again to start burping right into his phone once more.
"OOOOOUUUURRRRP!!!!" Lucas belched, deep and loud, but not impressive.
So, he gripped his belly firmly with his free hand and burped again, this time much louder. "BAAAAAAAARRRRRUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!!!"
But even still, after it ended, Lucas huffed with dissatisfaction. So he started kneading into his belly and subtly gulping down some air. This eventually culminated into Lucas unleashing a huge belch, one that came from the very depths of his stomach, right into his camera.
"BRRRREEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!"
It was an impressive, if crude display, one that rumbled out of Lucas' maw for a few seconds straight and splattered his camera with sticky saliva. When it ended, Lucas sighed with relief right into the camera and gave his gut a resounding pat of relief.
"Guuuh...ohhhh yeah, that one felt good comin' up..."
But it was soon dwarfed by an utterly titanic belch released by his much larger, far more bloated lover...
"BWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
That burp was so huge that it rattled the entire couch while rumbling out of Brock's maw for several seconds straight. When it ended, Brock sighed with relief and patted his fat stomach heavily. The sound of his belly sloshing was exponentially thicker than Lucas'. It sounded as if Brock's gut was filled to the brim with the thickest syrup fetish video money could buy.
Lucas whistled and lazily pushed himself up from his seat. "Daaaamn, did you guys hear that?" Lucas asked his audience, then pointed his camera at Brock's massive boulder of a belly. He knelt down before Brock and gave Brock's belly a couple of firm pats. It rippled heavily with each pat and dislodged a hiccup from Brock, that soon turned into a deep belch. "Take a look, lil perps, this is where your investment is goin'," Lucas teased, rubbing big wide circles all over Brock's gargantuan gut with his free hand. His other hand directed the camera-phone all across that big, round, churning dome of fat and scaly flesh.
Brock couldn't help but rumble pleasantly, savoring Lucas' hand running all over his belly. Especially the way Lucas really gripped that fat scaly dome or patted it while talking about how fat the turtle monster was getting. Brock was a fan of rougher treatment due to his rather hard scaly exterior. All sturdier monsters like him tended to prefer rougher physical contact anyway.
Lucas looked over that enormous gut his boyfriend was rocking and bit his lower lip.
"...Dude, you're huge..." he murmured and slapped Brock's massive belly from the side, making it jiggle and slosh heavily. The infatuation in his voice was as plain as day.
Predictably, the slap dislodged an ample pressure pocket resulting in Brock letting loose with yet another huge, ground-shaking belch.
"BWWOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR-HUUUUUUUUUUUHHHP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Because Lucas' cam was still pointed at Brock's belly when he let loose, it picked up on the way his gut sank in slightly and rippled heavily from the sheer force of that belch. When it ended, Brock hiccuped again, making his big fat gut bounce and slosh from the spasm.
He grinned when he looked over Lucas and saw how much the smaller bloated monsters cheeks were burning. "Heh, why'd ya stop rubbin', 'Stun Gun?'" Brock asked, stretching his back to make his already massive gut stick out even more. Which it made it that much more tantalizing when Brock slapped his belly heavily, causing it to ripple intensely beneath his palm. "Still got way more in the tank fer yer audience and fer you to enjoy..."
Lucas just watched that massive belly slosh around from the slap with rapt, laser focus. The image of that belly rippling from under Brock's heavy palm replayed in his head over and over. To the point where Lucas' horns pulsated with electricity.
Slowly, Lucas gulped to himself and brought the camera up to address his viewers.
"...Th-That's the end of the tier one burping vid, gang. To any top tier subscribers watching...umm...s-s-stay tuned...'cuz I think y'all are about to have a show..."
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
Species Turtle / Tortoise
Gender Any
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It's a patented con-job! Kink tease the fuck out of everyone and then hide the rest behind a paywall.
Lucas is the Ubisoft of kink content creators.
Lucas is the Ubisoft of kink content creators.
I mean hey, as long as it works. Money is money and he's gonna make damn sure he gets some.
Plus the shit he's offering is more enticing then anything EA is offering nowadays!
Plus the shit he's offering is more enticing then anything EA is offering nowadays!
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