Hours of drinking later, Hund placed one arm against the bar, the other in front of the furry white yoga ball that was his belly. Perhaps the gods of drinking had shown mercy on the bartender, for Hund gulped down the last of the kegs available for the night. In total, Hund now had 8 kegs worth of beer currently sloshing away in his belly, leaving the mighty husky very bloated and very drunk. After discovering Hund had drunk most of the night's beer supply away, many of the bar's patrons left disgruntled though unwilling to raise their complaints against Hund. Hund basked in his fullness, watching as the rounded fluid-filled balloon before he heaved up and down with every breath. Hund tried to relieve some pressure from himself, pressing his paw into the beer-filled mass. As his paw sank lower and lower into his flesh, a pressure wave traveled higher and higher up Hund's throat. Soon, the force was so great, Hund had to close his eyes and release the fumes stored up in him.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOUOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!”
The titanic belch rattled the foundations of the bar, causing much of the furnishings to rattle from this gastric shockwave. Notably, the remaining liquor bottles behind the bar rattled off the shelves smashing on the floor. Hund had let out similar belches before, and the bartender kept his precious bottles safe every time. In this instance, though, the bartender simply leaned against the bar, hands in his face as he realized he now had to provide the raccoon and husky free drinks for an entire month. The raccoon was the only patron who remained at the bar; she sat legs crossed, smirking at Hund. Hund, meanwhile, had both his paws under his belly, leaning his hips into the counter for support. Hund was hefting his belly up and down, causing waves of beer to crash against the walls of his stomach like ocean waves against the shore. Hund chuckled goofily at the sensation and accompanying noise. In his drunken state, the husky appears to have grown more docile and less stable. While sloshing the contents in his stomach, Hund struggled to maintain his balance sliding his hips against the counter's edge. Soon he slid his waist a bit too far, causing him to fall onto his rear. Hund's bloated belly pounded against the floor, repeatedly bouncing until eventually settling into his far-spread legs. The sudden shock excited the beer's carbonation, releasing yet another belch into the establishment.
“BWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPP!”
The raccoon simply smiled, fanning the air around her nose. She got out of her stool and approached Hund, offering a hand of support. Hund gladly accepted the offer; as he struggled to get back to his feet, his fat rounded belly swayed below his torso. Soon Hund one arm wrapped over the raccoon's shoulder as he used her for support. Fortunately, the raccoon seemed strong enough to handle the weight. "There, there, Hund. I got you." She said to him. The bartender perked an ear, snapping briefly from his despair. "Did she just call him by his name?" Hund turned his head to her, "BBBBUUUUUURRRP!" Steadying themselves, the raccoon guided Hund back to the counter and into a barstool which creaked under the unbearable weight of the hulking husky and 8 kegs worth of beer. Hund laid his head down onto the counter on top of his large furry forearms. Hund began speaking to the raccoon again in a slurred and muffled tone, "The next -hic, time you try to get free -hic beer Tanu, you're the drinker."
The bartender shot his head up from his counter, furious at the scam, "The deal is off!" he yelled to the pair. "I should have guessed why some random raccoon would be throwing money on this fatass." Tanu kept a straight face turning back to the bartender. "So what if I knew him? The only thing that matters is he drank the beer." The bartender pulled out a shotgun from behind the bar and approached the pair, pointing the barrel right at Tanu. "I want you and your fatso boyfriend out of my place!" he threatened his finger right on the trigger. Tanu began sweating, reaching for Hund to shake him awake. "Oi! Hund! We got a situation here!" Hund lifted his head, squinting his eyes groggily, staring at the armed bartender. Suddenly his eyes shot open. The barstool that was poorly designed for a massive load like Hund had crumped under the weight, sending the husky back onto the floor sprawled on his back. Hund's bulbous stomach jutted from his frame like a jiggly bean bag chair. The lying husky was a minor obstacle to the approaching bartender, who merely stepped over the bloated hound. The bartender turned his head, looking down at the unconscious husky contently laying on the floor with his mouth open and tongue flopped to the side. His eyes shot with rage at the mutt, who basically drank away his business. Raising his foot over the brown bullseye at Hund's belly button, the bartender growled through gnashed teeth, "I want your fatass off my floor NOW!" and stomped his foot right into Hund's stomach. Hund's eyes shot, the kegs of beer shot up Hund's throat, pooling in his cheeks. As the bartender's foot sank lower into his flesh, the Hund's cheeks grew cartoonishly large. However, Hund resisted and sent down the beer that surged up his throat back down, causing his belly to bloat at a dramatically fast rate. The rebound was enough to ricochet the bartender's foot into the air and his head onto the floor. Tanu kicked away the shotgun and approached the sprawled-out bartender. "So about that free beer…" she began. The bartender merely stared daggers at her. Annoyed, Tanu picked up the bartender by the scruff of his neck and dragged him closer to Hund. Hund began to sit up, again causing his bloated belly to spread his legs apart. He grogily looked up at Tanu approaching him with the bartender. "What's going AH-" Hund tried asking but was interrupted by Tanu shoving the bartender's head to the back of his throat, immediately triggering Hund's swallow reflex. More of the bartender disappeared down Hund's throat, bloating out that rotund furry beer keg more and more. Soon only his feet stuck out of Hund's mouth, flailing about hopelessly. Tanu had one hand around the bartender's foot and her head pressed into Hund's belly. "I SAID ABOUT THAT FREE BEER!" She shouted, making sure her message could be heard. The bartender was frantically squealing, squirming away against the constricting walls of Hund's throat. Muffled by fat, muscle, fur, and beer, the bartender relented. "I'LL DO IT! FREE BEER FOR LIFE! JUST LET ME OUTTA HERE!" he cried.
Tanu patted Hund's belly, causing its surface to ripple, "Good to hear!" she said, satisfied. She then sat on the floor and slumped her back into Hund's belly. Hund looked down at Tanu, mouth still occupied with the bartender’s feet. "Aren't you onna et im out?" he gargled. Tanu looked up at Hund with a slight smile. "Eventually, the bartender and I need to chill for a bit," Tanu said, laying deeper into her personal waterbed that was Hund's belly. Tanu closed her eyes and relaxed as the bartender continued to try wriggling himself. Hund attempted to pull the legs out himself but realized he was too full of beer to release the bartender without making a mess. He decided to close his eyes with a shrug and enjoy his immense fullness.
Thanks again to ZodimWolfClaw for this last piece. They really wanted to nail this last piece of the series and I think they did a great job!
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOUOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!”
The titanic belch rattled the foundations of the bar, causing much of the furnishings to rattle from this gastric shockwave. Notably, the remaining liquor bottles behind the bar rattled off the shelves smashing on the floor. Hund had let out similar belches before, and the bartender kept his precious bottles safe every time. In this instance, though, the bartender simply leaned against the bar, hands in his face as he realized he now had to provide the raccoon and husky free drinks for an entire month. The raccoon was the only patron who remained at the bar; she sat legs crossed, smirking at Hund. Hund, meanwhile, had both his paws under his belly, leaning his hips into the counter for support. Hund was hefting his belly up and down, causing waves of beer to crash against the walls of his stomach like ocean waves against the shore. Hund chuckled goofily at the sensation and accompanying noise. In his drunken state, the husky appears to have grown more docile and less stable. While sloshing the contents in his stomach, Hund struggled to maintain his balance sliding his hips against the counter's edge. Soon he slid his waist a bit too far, causing him to fall onto his rear. Hund's bloated belly pounded against the floor, repeatedly bouncing until eventually settling into his far-spread legs. The sudden shock excited the beer's carbonation, releasing yet another belch into the establishment.
“BWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPP!”
The raccoon simply smiled, fanning the air around her nose. She got out of her stool and approached Hund, offering a hand of support. Hund gladly accepted the offer; as he struggled to get back to his feet, his fat rounded belly swayed below his torso. Soon Hund one arm wrapped over the raccoon's shoulder as he used her for support. Fortunately, the raccoon seemed strong enough to handle the weight. "There, there, Hund. I got you." She said to him. The bartender perked an ear, snapping briefly from his despair. "Did she just call him by his name?" Hund turned his head to her, "BBBBUUUUUURRRP!" Steadying themselves, the raccoon guided Hund back to the counter and into a barstool which creaked under the unbearable weight of the hulking husky and 8 kegs worth of beer. Hund laid his head down onto the counter on top of his large furry forearms. Hund began speaking to the raccoon again in a slurred and muffled tone, "The next -hic, time you try to get free -hic beer Tanu, you're the drinker."
The bartender shot his head up from his counter, furious at the scam, "The deal is off!" he yelled to the pair. "I should have guessed why some random raccoon would be throwing money on this fatass." Tanu kept a straight face turning back to the bartender. "So what if I knew him? The only thing that matters is he drank the beer." The bartender pulled out a shotgun from behind the bar and approached the pair, pointing the barrel right at Tanu. "I want you and your fatso boyfriend out of my place!" he threatened his finger right on the trigger. Tanu began sweating, reaching for Hund to shake him awake. "Oi! Hund! We got a situation here!" Hund lifted his head, squinting his eyes groggily, staring at the armed bartender. Suddenly his eyes shot open. The barstool that was poorly designed for a massive load like Hund had crumped under the weight, sending the husky back onto the floor sprawled on his back. Hund's bulbous stomach jutted from his frame like a jiggly bean bag chair. The lying husky was a minor obstacle to the approaching bartender, who merely stepped over the bloated hound. The bartender turned his head, looking down at the unconscious husky contently laying on the floor with his mouth open and tongue flopped to the side. His eyes shot with rage at the mutt, who basically drank away his business. Raising his foot over the brown bullseye at Hund's belly button, the bartender growled through gnashed teeth, "I want your fatass off my floor NOW!" and stomped his foot right into Hund's stomach. Hund's eyes shot, the kegs of beer shot up Hund's throat, pooling in his cheeks. As the bartender's foot sank lower into his flesh, the Hund's cheeks grew cartoonishly large. However, Hund resisted and sent down the beer that surged up his throat back down, causing his belly to bloat at a dramatically fast rate. The rebound was enough to ricochet the bartender's foot into the air and his head onto the floor. Tanu kicked away the shotgun and approached the sprawled-out bartender. "So about that free beer…" she began. The bartender merely stared daggers at her. Annoyed, Tanu picked up the bartender by the scruff of his neck and dragged him closer to Hund. Hund began to sit up, again causing his bloated belly to spread his legs apart. He grogily looked up at Tanu approaching him with the bartender. "What's going AH-" Hund tried asking but was interrupted by Tanu shoving the bartender's head to the back of his throat, immediately triggering Hund's swallow reflex. More of the bartender disappeared down Hund's throat, bloating out that rotund furry beer keg more and more. Soon only his feet stuck out of Hund's mouth, flailing about hopelessly. Tanu had one hand around the bartender's foot and her head pressed into Hund's belly. "I SAID ABOUT THAT FREE BEER!" She shouted, making sure her message could be heard. The bartender was frantically squealing, squirming away against the constricting walls of Hund's throat. Muffled by fat, muscle, fur, and beer, the bartender relented. "I'LL DO IT! FREE BEER FOR LIFE! JUST LET ME OUTTA HERE!" he cried.
Tanu patted Hund's belly, causing its surface to ripple, "Good to hear!" she said, satisfied. She then sat on the floor and slumped her back into Hund's belly. Hund looked down at Tanu, mouth still occupied with the bartender’s feet. "Aren't you onna et im out?" he gargled. Tanu looked up at Hund with a slight smile. "Eventually, the bartender and I need to chill for a bit," Tanu said, laying deeper into her personal waterbed that was Hund's belly. Tanu closed her eyes and relaxed as the bartender continued to try wriggling himself. Hund attempted to pull the legs out himself but realized he was too full of beer to release the bartender without making a mess. He decided to close his eyes with a shrug and enjoy his immense fullness.
Thanks again to ZodimWolfClaw for this last piece. They really wanted to nail this last piece of the series and I think they did a great job!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Husky
Gender Male
Size 851 x 1280px
Listed in Folders
Thank you kindly! The attention I've noticed you giving my two OC's is greatly appreciated.
I'll always love a big guy who can give a proper -beeeeelch-. Such a hunky husky!
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