The Squish Date - p4 - Too Much. (Patreon)

Really proud of this one!! I think this is some of my best shapes yet and the perspective is SO FUN.

Crrrrrrkkkk...

Grrrrrnnn...GLORP

Burrrbrbbbllle Rummmblleee...

whinnnnnnneee- bourp-uUUuUuUURRROOORRRRRPPPP- hufff...huff

The sounds coming from the booth in the back were something out of a monster film, a cacophonous symphony of squelching wet digestive sounds, belches like guttural roars rumbling from within some great cavernous system, creaks and rumbles like desperate whale songs echoing off the walls, a klaxon call of strain. Most of the other patrons have left and the few that have stayed did so for reasons that they'd never admit to anyone.

It all originated from a singular source. In the back the restaurant at one of the booths meant for parties sat a singular bug and their nearby date. The large booth completely, utterly, totally filled with the absolute caricature of a stomach that her belly had become. Her bloated gut distending in front of her several feet, an absolute wrecking ball of a belly. Her insistent teasing has finally overtaken her capacity completely as the last stuffing session went far and above her usually capacity. She has a big eater, but never like this.

Her stomach wasn't just full, it was Packed. Crammed. The past hour had been nothing but a nonstop hedonistic engorgement that left her breathless, ever tiny shred of elasticity used up to house the boulder of calories resting in her stomach. Her mind struggled to make sense of anything around her, dazed, woozy like she was drunk, so much of her neurons devoted to feelings the singular and consuming sensation of F U L L.

In a weak and slurred speech she mumbles to no one in particular "I-I'mmm -ouRRPP- I thinkkk -huff huff- whinnnnne I'm fuuuuuuuuuulllllllllll GHLKKKH"