WARNING: This story contains farts and fatal popping.
Commission done for Jeikutwo
It was another day out among the snowy landscape. Beneath the deep blue sky, a lone sabre-tooth squirrel is climbing up the side of a tall dark tree. Sadly, it's very hallow and barely standing as it is. With a large acorn gripped in his foot, the silly little guy makes it up to the top. Looking into its giant bowl-shaped top, Scrat proudly looks over his giant hoard of acorns.
Scurrying over towards the middle, he pitter-patters adorably across his beloved collection – which is solidly packing into the tree like a brown bumpy floor. Raising his glorious new addition above his head, the squirrel packs (what may as well be) his trophy straight down into the center of the pile.
Pounding it down aggressively with his tiny feet, the acorn gets jammed in with the rest. Suddenly, the entirety of the hoard shifts a little bit, making the tree creak with pressure. Perking up his ears, Scrat hears something break far down below. Uh oh! He whimpers, concerned. Deciding to investigate, the squirrel climbs down the side – squeezing himself through a fairly small hole.
Within the depths of the tree, sun beams shine through the many splits in the wood. Getting a good look at the dark crack above himself, Scrat ponders what he can do to to patch it up. Suddenly, a vulture pokes her head through the opening – nipping the squirrels big fuzzy tail. Ahhh! Screams Scrat, gripping the splits in the walls for dear life.
Pulling with great strength, the bird stretches the panicking squirrel as hard as she can. Getting longer and skinnier, Scrat's furry body extends like thinning taffy. Comically, he's getting pulled so tightly, that his eyes start bulging out from their sockets – all from getting his flesh stretched back. During his struggle, the squirrel accidentally scratches the vultures face with his foot.
Squawking loudly from the attack, she releases his taut body – launching Scrat like an arrow straight up towards the cracked ceiling. Unintentionally skull-bashing through the crevice, the squirrel has gotten himself stuck. With his mouth awkwardly forced agape beneath the acorn hoard, he flails his dangling body around uselessly.
Alas, despite his best efforts, he can't seem to pull his head out from the crack. While Scrat whimpers and wiggles in place, the vulture flaps up to the top of the tree – examining the impressive hoard of acorns. Getting a devious idea, she grins widely. Raising her wings, the bird decides to stomp all over the acorns as hard as she can.
Smashing them through, the acorns are now gently piling downward through a huge wooden funnel. Unfortunately, the squirrels wide open mouth is at the end of it. Going totally bug-eyed, Scrat's now getting his own nuts force fed to himself. One after another, they aggressively pump down his throat – making it sore with large consecutive gulps. Cackling, the vulture's enjoying the show.
Morbidly, it doesn't take long for the little squirrel to start bloating. Getting an incredibly full and lumpy stomach, his whole center-mass takes on the shape of a giant basketball. Flailing his paws around desperately, Scrat's whole body rumbles and creaks with risings pressure. Raising his fuzzy tail up, he spatters out a long wet fart – all while he continues to gain weight at a rapid pace.
With tiredly spinning eyes, the squirrel feels both exhausted and ultra-tight at the same time. Surprised by how much he can actually eat, his (once) frail body is proving itself to be impressively elastic – comparable to rubber. Of course, the bigger he gets, the more his fur-line thins out, subtly showing off his pinkish skin.
Finally, after a long strenuous gulping session, Scrat's actually managed to ingest every single acorn from the hoard. Since he's gained such a disgustingly huge amount of weight, his enormously round body snaps the wood that's trapping his muzzle – freeing him. Alas, despite the fact that he's been liberated in the worst way possible, the situation only gets worse from here for the obese squirrel.
Ahhh...! Scream-belching the whole way down, a slope luckily catches his giant balloon-like figure. Rolling speedily through the lower end of the tree, he eventually crashes out through the bottom – causing it to fall over in the opposite direction. Laying in the dirt, Scrat moans, feeling terribly groggy. Surprised by all the destruction one fuzzy creature can cause, the bird hungrily licks her beak.
ENDING OUTCOME A – HYBERNATION
ENDING OUTCOME B – EXPLOSION
What's going to happen?
ENDING OUTCOME A – HYBERNATION
Noticing the freshly-inflated squirrel that just reappeared on the ground, the vulture grins and swoops down towards him. Rubbing as much of his gargantuan body as he can reach, a funny feeling rises in his stomach. Groaning with a sickly, aching churn in his midsection – Scrat's ears perk up sharply from what's brewing within. Uh oh! He sighs.
Just as the vulture's about to pierce him with her beak, he unleashes a monstrously powerful belch. Learning the true meaning of fear, the bird cries and flies away. Sloshing noisily in place, he lets out a great big yawn and falls asleep. Comfortably immobile, all the planet-like squirrel can do now is digest the massive load of acorns that he's consumed... THE END
ENDING OUTCOME B – EXPLOSION
Noticing the freshly-inflated squirrel that just reappeared on the ground, the vulture grins and swoops down towards him. Just when Scrat thought the chaos was over, a funny feeling appears within himself. Too full to function, a gassy build-up is expanding him to even larger proportions – on top of the hoard he's ingested. Ugh...! UGH! Groaning with remarkably loud stomach gurgles, wet farts spatter out in short bursts.
Looking down at his monstrously ballooning self, the squirrel paws all over himself, trying in vain to stop the inflation. Ah, AH... AHHH...! Scream-belching as loud as physically possible, Scrat's whole body tights-up like a firm blimp. With his flesh emitting a high-pitched twang for the last time, he explodes dramatically hard – scattering acorns everywhere. Pelting the vulture, she squawks in pain and crashes into the snow. Rubbing her head, she looks over the field of acorns, awestruck by the destructive events that just took place... THE END
Commission done for Jeikutwo
It was another day out among the snowy landscape. Beneath the deep blue sky, a lone sabre-tooth squirrel is climbing up the side of a tall dark tree. Sadly, it's very hallow and barely standing as it is. With a large acorn gripped in his foot, the silly little guy makes it up to the top. Looking into its giant bowl-shaped top, Scrat proudly looks over his giant hoard of acorns.
Scurrying over towards the middle, he pitter-patters adorably across his beloved collection – which is solidly packing into the tree like a brown bumpy floor. Raising his glorious new addition above his head, the squirrel packs (what may as well be) his trophy straight down into the center of the pile.
Pounding it down aggressively with his tiny feet, the acorn gets jammed in with the rest. Suddenly, the entirety of the hoard shifts a little bit, making the tree creak with pressure. Perking up his ears, Scrat hears something break far down below. Uh oh! He whimpers, concerned. Deciding to investigate, the squirrel climbs down the side – squeezing himself through a fairly small hole.
Within the depths of the tree, sun beams shine through the many splits in the wood. Getting a good look at the dark crack above himself, Scrat ponders what he can do to to patch it up. Suddenly, a vulture pokes her head through the opening – nipping the squirrels big fuzzy tail. Ahhh! Screams Scrat, gripping the splits in the walls for dear life.
Pulling with great strength, the bird stretches the panicking squirrel as hard as she can. Getting longer and skinnier, Scrat's furry body extends like thinning taffy. Comically, he's getting pulled so tightly, that his eyes start bulging out from their sockets – all from getting his flesh stretched back. During his struggle, the squirrel accidentally scratches the vultures face with his foot.
Squawking loudly from the attack, she releases his taut body – launching Scrat like an arrow straight up towards the cracked ceiling. Unintentionally skull-bashing through the crevice, the squirrel has gotten himself stuck. With his mouth awkwardly forced agape beneath the acorn hoard, he flails his dangling body around uselessly.
Alas, despite his best efforts, he can't seem to pull his head out from the crack. While Scrat whimpers and wiggles in place, the vulture flaps up to the top of the tree – examining the impressive hoard of acorns. Getting a devious idea, she grins widely. Raising her wings, the bird decides to stomp all over the acorns as hard as she can.
Smashing them through, the acorns are now gently piling downward through a huge wooden funnel. Unfortunately, the squirrels wide open mouth is at the end of it. Going totally bug-eyed, Scrat's now getting his own nuts force fed to himself. One after another, they aggressively pump down his throat – making it sore with large consecutive gulps. Cackling, the vulture's enjoying the show.
Morbidly, it doesn't take long for the little squirrel to start bloating. Getting an incredibly full and lumpy stomach, his whole center-mass takes on the shape of a giant basketball. Flailing his paws around desperately, Scrat's whole body rumbles and creaks with risings pressure. Raising his fuzzy tail up, he spatters out a long wet fart – all while he continues to gain weight at a rapid pace.
With tiredly spinning eyes, the squirrel feels both exhausted and ultra-tight at the same time. Surprised by how much he can actually eat, his (once) frail body is proving itself to be impressively elastic – comparable to rubber. Of course, the bigger he gets, the more his fur-line thins out, subtly showing off his pinkish skin.
Finally, after a long strenuous gulping session, Scrat's actually managed to ingest every single acorn from the hoard. Since he's gained such a disgustingly huge amount of weight, his enormously round body snaps the wood that's trapping his muzzle – freeing him. Alas, despite the fact that he's been liberated in the worst way possible, the situation only gets worse from here for the obese squirrel.
Ahhh...! Scream-belching the whole way down, a slope luckily catches his giant balloon-like figure. Rolling speedily through the lower end of the tree, he eventually crashes out through the bottom – causing it to fall over in the opposite direction. Laying in the dirt, Scrat moans, feeling terribly groggy. Surprised by all the destruction one fuzzy creature can cause, the bird hungrily licks her beak.
ENDING OUTCOME A – HYBERNATION
ENDING OUTCOME B – EXPLOSION
What's going to happen?
ENDING OUTCOME A – HYBERNATION
Noticing the freshly-inflated squirrel that just reappeared on the ground, the vulture grins and swoops down towards him. Rubbing as much of his gargantuan body as he can reach, a funny feeling rises in his stomach. Groaning with a sickly, aching churn in his midsection – Scrat's ears perk up sharply from what's brewing within. Uh oh! He sighs.
Just as the vulture's about to pierce him with her beak, he unleashes a monstrously powerful belch. Learning the true meaning of fear, the bird cries and flies away. Sloshing noisily in place, he lets out a great big yawn and falls asleep. Comfortably immobile, all the planet-like squirrel can do now is digest the massive load of acorns that he's consumed... THE END
ENDING OUTCOME B – EXPLOSION
Noticing the freshly-inflated squirrel that just reappeared on the ground, the vulture grins and swoops down towards him. Just when Scrat thought the chaos was over, a funny feeling appears within himself. Too full to function, a gassy build-up is expanding him to even larger proportions – on top of the hoard he's ingested. Ugh...! UGH! Groaning with remarkably loud stomach gurgles, wet farts spatter out in short bursts.
Looking down at his monstrously ballooning self, the squirrel paws all over himself, trying in vain to stop the inflation. Ah, AH... AHHH...! Scream-belching as loud as physically possible, Scrat's whole body tights-up like a firm blimp. With his flesh emitting a high-pitched twang for the last time, he explodes dramatically hard – scattering acorns everywhere. Pelting the vulture, she squawks in pain and crashes into the snow. Rubbing her head, she looks over the field of acorns, awestruck by the destructive events that just took place... THE END
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Squirrel
Gender Male
Size 135 x 105px
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