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Tora isn't just a brutal, voracious cursed dragon warrior, but she's a giant and shameless glutton as well because why wouldn't she be?
For several minutes, nothing but the sounds of slurping, scarfing and gulping could be heard throughout the quaint little tavern. Tora Warsong sat at a wooden table littered with dozens of empty plates and bone remnants, greedily scarfing down whatever she could get her claws on. She had in her hands an entire roasted pig big enough to feed a dozen people. And what did she do? She chomped into its entire carcass like one would a drumstick. And her bite was big enough to tear a sizable chunk of the pig out, bones and all, in one fell swoop.
The greedy dragon chewed voraciously for some seconds then gulped heartily. Her thick, scaly throat bulged out somewhat as the meat slid down her gullet and vanished into her stomach. With how much she had already eaten, Tora's belly was looking pretty bloated as is. It was getting heavy enough that it was starting to weigh the front of her barbarian's skirt down and it was already gurgling pretty loudly. With the amount of plates already piling up on her table, she had to have eaten enough to leave a whole party pretty full.
But Tora was just getting started.
She continued demolishing the pig, taking one giant bite after another and only needing to chew for a few seconds, thanks to just powerful those thick, razor sharp fangs of hers were. They could pulverize the thickest mouthfuls of meat, and they could crunch through bones like chips. It made no difference to her mighty jaws.
After barely a minute, the entire pig was reduced to a skeleton, one missing a lot of bones at that. Tora greedily slurped her scaly lips clean of grease and meat residue, then grabbed a giant drumstick which she chomped into, tearing it clean in half with a single bite. She pulled her jaws back, ripping the meat from the bone to slurp it up. The sloppy sound of slurping and really meaty chewing could be heard emanating from her jaws. She only needed to chew for a few seconds until she gulped heartily and tore the rest of the meat clean off of the bone.
Tora slurped the meat up and took another bite from another drumstick. Her cheeks were bulging out somewhat while she chewed, until she dipped her head back to swallow it down. Her throat squelched when a sizable lump traveled downwards through her yellow-scaled neck. She pressed a claw against the sizable bulge in her throat, as if pushing it down by force and baring her fangs in the process. It was a considerable deal more meat working its way down her gullet than most mouth fulls of meat she'd consumed. Her claw followed until it seemingly pushed the lump past her collarbone.
The instant she finally gulped it down, Tora grabbed her sizable gut and unleashed a big, rumbling belch.
"BWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!
The table quivered, and a number of plates rattled in place, nearly shattering onto the floor, had a tavern maid not rushed over to grab the plates first. Tora smacked her lips when it ended and gave her belly a few pats of satisfaction. Then, she went right back at it.
The plates were piling up more and more as dozens of pounds worth of meat continued vanishing through Tora's gullet. All the while, as she stuffed herself silly, that yellow-scaled stomach of hers continued to swell up, growing bigger and noisier the more she chowed down. The few patrons within the tavern were in awe of the sight. It was simultaneously repulsive yet impressive just how much one being could eat in so short an amount of time. One of them was almost tempted to place bets to see how much Tora could eat before she was finally full. But at the rate she was chowing down, no one within the tavern would be willing to place any such bet, because this dragon was a bottomless pit of gluttony.
One of the tavern maids gathered some of the empty plates while another brought on several more plates worth of meat for Tora to plow through while Tora herself was taking a break by guzzling down an immense mug of ale. Judging by the many empty wooden mugs already littering her table, she was a ways into her drinking binge. Her thick throat bobbed in and out with each ample glug she took in. So greedy was her drinking that some beer spilled out from the corners of her jaws while she chugged. All the while, Tora's swollen stomach continued to expand out, filling up with more and more beer. She was getting so bloated that her gut was starting to spill out to the point where her belt was beginning to sag lower and lower, exposing more of her prominent middle in the process.
Tora drained her mug bone dry and slammed it onto the table, then immediately lurched her jaws open with a massive burp that rolled out of her throat for a few seconds straight. As soon as it ended, Tora smacked her gut hard, not only dislodging another throaty belch, but also making her fat belly jiggle beneath her palm while all that beer and digesting food sloshed around heavily within. The dragon warrior huffed with relief and fanned the air around her, which now stank like alcohol and whatever was digesting in her stomach. She then started running her hand up and down her round, swollen stomach, gently stroking the softest portions of her thick belly with the tip of her claws.
"Mmmm, good eats," Tora finally rumbled in that deep, brutish voice of hers. She smacked her lips with satisfaction and grabbed her next plate, but not before reaching into one of the pouches on her belt and dropping several gold coins onto the table. "Keep the meat'n the booze comin', folks! I'mma be here fer a while..."
And she emphasized that point by grabbing an entire roasted ham and chomping into the thing like one would an apple.
Leave it to the cursed dragon warrior to both keep a taverns business afloat and keep them exhausted at the exact same time...
Tora isn't just a brutal, voracious cursed dragon warrior, but she's a giant and shameless glutton as well because why wouldn't she be?
For several minutes, nothing but the sounds of slurping, scarfing and gulping could be heard throughout the quaint little tavern. Tora Warsong sat at a wooden table littered with dozens of empty plates and bone remnants, greedily scarfing down whatever she could get her claws on. She had in her hands an entire roasted pig big enough to feed a dozen people. And what did she do? She chomped into its entire carcass like one would a drumstick. And her bite was big enough to tear a sizable chunk of the pig out, bones and all, in one fell swoop.
The greedy dragon chewed voraciously for some seconds then gulped heartily. Her thick, scaly throat bulged out somewhat as the meat slid down her gullet and vanished into her stomach. With how much she had already eaten, Tora's belly was looking pretty bloated as is. It was getting heavy enough that it was starting to weigh the front of her barbarian's skirt down and it was already gurgling pretty loudly. With the amount of plates already piling up on her table, she had to have eaten enough to leave a whole party pretty full.
But Tora was just getting started.
She continued demolishing the pig, taking one giant bite after another and only needing to chew for a few seconds, thanks to just powerful those thick, razor sharp fangs of hers were. They could pulverize the thickest mouthfuls of meat, and they could crunch through bones like chips. It made no difference to her mighty jaws.
After barely a minute, the entire pig was reduced to a skeleton, one missing a lot of bones at that. Tora greedily slurped her scaly lips clean of grease and meat residue, then grabbed a giant drumstick which she chomped into, tearing it clean in half with a single bite. She pulled her jaws back, ripping the meat from the bone to slurp it up. The sloppy sound of slurping and really meaty chewing could be heard emanating from her jaws. She only needed to chew for a few seconds until she gulped heartily and tore the rest of the meat clean off of the bone.
Tora slurped the meat up and took another bite from another drumstick. Her cheeks were bulging out somewhat while she chewed, until she dipped her head back to swallow it down. Her throat squelched when a sizable lump traveled downwards through her yellow-scaled neck. She pressed a claw against the sizable bulge in her throat, as if pushing it down by force and baring her fangs in the process. It was a considerable deal more meat working its way down her gullet than most mouth fulls of meat she'd consumed. Her claw followed until it seemingly pushed the lump past her collarbone.
The instant she finally gulped it down, Tora grabbed her sizable gut and unleashed a big, rumbling belch.
"BWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!
The table quivered, and a number of plates rattled in place, nearly shattering onto the floor, had a tavern maid not rushed over to grab the plates first. Tora smacked her lips when it ended and gave her belly a few pats of satisfaction. Then, she went right back at it.
The plates were piling up more and more as dozens of pounds worth of meat continued vanishing through Tora's gullet. All the while, as she stuffed herself silly, that yellow-scaled stomach of hers continued to swell up, growing bigger and noisier the more she chowed down. The few patrons within the tavern were in awe of the sight. It was simultaneously repulsive yet impressive just how much one being could eat in so short an amount of time. One of them was almost tempted to place bets to see how much Tora could eat before she was finally full. But at the rate she was chowing down, no one within the tavern would be willing to place any such bet, because this dragon was a bottomless pit of gluttony.
One of the tavern maids gathered some of the empty plates while another brought on several more plates worth of meat for Tora to plow through while Tora herself was taking a break by guzzling down an immense mug of ale. Judging by the many empty wooden mugs already littering her table, she was a ways into her drinking binge. Her thick throat bobbed in and out with each ample glug she took in. So greedy was her drinking that some beer spilled out from the corners of her jaws while she chugged. All the while, Tora's swollen stomach continued to expand out, filling up with more and more beer. She was getting so bloated that her gut was starting to spill out to the point where her belt was beginning to sag lower and lower, exposing more of her prominent middle in the process.
Tora drained her mug bone dry and slammed it onto the table, then immediately lurched her jaws open with a massive burp that rolled out of her throat for a few seconds straight. As soon as it ended, Tora smacked her gut hard, not only dislodging another throaty belch, but also making her fat belly jiggle beneath her palm while all that beer and digesting food sloshed around heavily within. The dragon warrior huffed with relief and fanned the air around her, which now stank like alcohol and whatever was digesting in her stomach. She then started running her hand up and down her round, swollen stomach, gently stroking the softest portions of her thick belly with the tip of her claws.
"Mmmm, good eats," Tora finally rumbled in that deep, brutish voice of hers. She smacked her lips with satisfaction and grabbed her next plate, but not before reaching into one of the pouches on her belt and dropping several gold coins onto the table. "Keep the meat'n the booze comin', folks! I'mma be here fer a while..."
And she emphasized that point by grabbing an entire roasted ham and chomping into the thing like one would an apple.
Leave it to the cursed dragon warrior to both keep a taverns business afloat and keep them exhausted at the exact same time...
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Female
Size 2539 x 2900px
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At least it’s coming out of that attic not the basement.
(Because he burped very loudly)
(Because he burped very loudly)
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