Break-fast
Gunnar had a good and rather long Saturday night.
Like so often he had worked in the office, even on Saturday, it was an excellent way to close open ends left throughout the week.
He went directly to a diner that served big amounts of greasy food along with their cold beer. After that, he went to a pup for more beer and some entertainment, a band was playing live until midnight or so.
After the pup closed he went to his favourite bar, watched TV, joked around a bit with the bartender and of course, many more beers went down the hatch. It was a good evening, he found that perfect flow of getting tipsier but not outright drunk.
He recognised that he could drink even more beer now with his increased weight and loved it. More beer for Gunnar!
The bartender closed his bar in the early morning and Gunnar contemplated searching for more beer, maybe a breakfast diner would have opened already, but then decided against it and started to trot home.
He felt really great and took the longer way through a park, enjoying the walk and the special, quiet atmosphere of an early Sunday morning.
Not long after entering, he heard the typical steps from a jogger behind and soon a dalmatian guy overtook him. Gunnar smirked as he watched the slender dog getting smaller in front of him. He was the cliché of a jogger.
He wore spandex pants, a tank top, one of these bracelets with the phone in it on one arm, a pretty big fitness watch and of course headphones on his ears. He even wore running shoes!
He vanished down the meandering path Gunnar was following and it was quiet again. Gunnar trotted along, his massive barrel of a gut swinging to his steps.
After some time he could see the speedy dog again, doing some stretching on a bench and just out of nowhere his stomach decided it would be a good time now for breakfast. Gunnar felt the deep growl and actually wasn't even in the mood for it, but the dalmatian did pay absolutely no attention to the fat taur trotting towards him.
Gunnar got closer and closer and the guy just kept doing his workout, even as he undoubtfully must have seen Gunnar.
Gunnar shrugged mentally to himself and prepared to ambush him as soon as he felt being close enough.
Even though he was fat, Gunnar was still a big taur walking on four legs. He speeded up to pounce or at least grab the guy and even managed to get hold of one arm.
The sleek and short fur of the dalmatian provided no good grip and with a horrified expression on his face, he freed himself and darted away.
Gunnar snorted and started running behind him but saw pretty fast it would be futile.
Then the dotted guy steered directly towards one of the bigger trees, made an impressive jump and clung himself to a branch.
"What the fuck" Gunnar thought, slowed down and came to a halt below the hanging guy. He was hanging on the branch with arms and legs around it.
"Dude. You could just have kept running!"
Gunnar went on his hind legs and grabbed the guy's legs and pulled them down while falling back on all four. It was like picking fruits.
He opened his mouth and shoved the shoes in while holding the legs together and easing his throat.
Then he went up the tree's trunk again and shoved the dalmatian down his gullet while doing so. Even though he was going against his fur it was still short and sleek and offered nearly no resistance.
Gunnar went up until his nose nearly touched the branch the guy was still clinging to and supported himself with one paw against the tree. For a short moment, he was tempted to remove the smartwatch but ultimately it went down together with its owner anyway.
The guy screamed until his head vanished into Gunnar's maw forming a nice bulge together with the arms in his throat. With a short yank, he removed the guy's grip from the branch and while still standing against the tree he swallowed.
Together with gravity's aid the dalmatian downright darted into Gunnar's stomach.
He slowly went on all four legs again and let out a good burp. Then he licked his lips and looked back at his expanded belly. Some faint bulges moved around, well dampened by his thick layer of pudge.
"You know, seems it is true what people say about dalmatians not being the brightest bulbs."
Then he continued his trot home. He enjoyed the wiggling as long as it lasted and really looked forward to his bed.
Gunnar had a good and rather long Saturday night.
Like so often he had worked in the office, even on Saturday, it was an excellent way to close open ends left throughout the week.
He went directly to a diner that served big amounts of greasy food along with their cold beer. After that, he went to a pup for more beer and some entertainment, a band was playing live until midnight or so.
After the pup closed he went to his favourite bar, watched TV, joked around a bit with the bartender and of course, many more beers went down the hatch. It was a good evening, he found that perfect flow of getting tipsier but not outright drunk.
He recognised that he could drink even more beer now with his increased weight and loved it. More beer for Gunnar!
The bartender closed his bar in the early morning and Gunnar contemplated searching for more beer, maybe a breakfast diner would have opened already, but then decided against it and started to trot home.
He felt really great and took the longer way through a park, enjoying the walk and the special, quiet atmosphere of an early Sunday morning.
Not long after entering, he heard the typical steps from a jogger behind and soon a dalmatian guy overtook him. Gunnar smirked as he watched the slender dog getting smaller in front of him. He was the cliché of a jogger.
He wore spandex pants, a tank top, one of these bracelets with the phone in it on one arm, a pretty big fitness watch and of course headphones on his ears. He even wore running shoes!
He vanished down the meandering path Gunnar was following and it was quiet again. Gunnar trotted along, his massive barrel of a gut swinging to his steps.
After some time he could see the speedy dog again, doing some stretching on a bench and just out of nowhere his stomach decided it would be a good time now for breakfast. Gunnar felt the deep growl and actually wasn't even in the mood for it, but the dalmatian did pay absolutely no attention to the fat taur trotting towards him.
Gunnar got closer and closer and the guy just kept doing his workout, even as he undoubtfully must have seen Gunnar.
Gunnar shrugged mentally to himself and prepared to ambush him as soon as he felt being close enough.
Even though he was fat, Gunnar was still a big taur walking on four legs. He speeded up to pounce or at least grab the guy and even managed to get hold of one arm.
The sleek and short fur of the dalmatian provided no good grip and with a horrified expression on his face, he freed himself and darted away.
Gunnar snorted and started running behind him but saw pretty fast it would be futile.
Then the dotted guy steered directly towards one of the bigger trees, made an impressive jump and clung himself to a branch.
"What the fuck" Gunnar thought, slowed down and came to a halt below the hanging guy. He was hanging on the branch with arms and legs around it.
"Dude. You could just have kept running!"
Gunnar went on his hind legs and grabbed the guy's legs and pulled them down while falling back on all four. It was like picking fruits.
He opened his mouth and shoved the shoes in while holding the legs together and easing his throat.
Then he went up the tree's trunk again and shoved the dalmatian down his gullet while doing so. Even though he was going against his fur it was still short and sleek and offered nearly no resistance.
Gunnar went up until his nose nearly touched the branch the guy was still clinging to and supported himself with one paw against the tree. For a short moment, he was tempted to remove the smartwatch but ultimately it went down together with its owner anyway.
The guy screamed until his head vanished into Gunnar's maw forming a nice bulge together with the arms in his throat. With a short yank, he removed the guy's grip from the branch and while still standing against the tree he swallowed.
Together with gravity's aid the dalmatian downright darted into Gunnar's stomach.
He slowly went on all four legs again and let out a good burp. Then he licked his lips and looked back at his expanded belly. Some faint bulges moved around, well dampened by his thick layer of pudge.
"You know, seems it is true what people say about dalmatians not being the brightest bulbs."
Then he continued his trot home. He enjoyed the wiggling as long as it lasted and really looked forward to his bed.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Snow Leopard
Gender Male
Size 907 x 1280px
Hehe, a long night of greasy food and drinking beer, followed by a "healthy" breakfast ;p
Who doesn't like that? And it was healthy! Low on fat, well trained!
Does this particular pred like dalmatians? I have a few ocs i don't mind killing off if gunnar wouldn't mind some snacks.
No, i just thought a Dalmatian would be fitting as one of these people that go for a run very early.
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