Roxanne Wolf Fazpizza Splats (Patreon Suggestion) (Patreon)

( Comic ver. -> Art ver. )

this took a lot longer than I had liked, it seems with my current job situation that unless I am able to do art as at least a part time job comics like these simply are not something that I can reasonably give the time they deserve. I could simplify the style even more and may try that soon, but as things are right now a comic with art of this quality isn't sustainable for me.

but what is doable is art like the valentine's post! it seems that got a positive reaction and going back to image sets like how I first started may be for the best and will hopefully grow my art to the point that I can make quality comics like this often again.

basically, I will still to suggestion posts but instead of full comics it will be full art images with some alt versions! to also make up the difference I will start hosting a monthly OC vote any yall can choose one of my OC's you want to see a new full art of!

Making art is my passion and I will never stop creating, but unless I can support myself with it the time that I can put towards creating is limited I want to thank you all for supporting me so far and I'm grateful to have you here. If you wish to support me more all I ask is to share my work around the community, so that hopefully someday I may be able to do this full time.

Thank you all so much

~Akiko&LostAri

~~~~~~~~~ Story

Surely Pizza can't hurt you, well, maybe if you didn't eat it for almost every meal. I know it started as a pizzeria, but they really need to diversify what they feed the performers!

Roxy has had some close calls before, but this time was a bit different. form the first outburst from her rear she could feel a warm burning drip crawling between her cheeks. the wetness tickled as she felt something more was already loaded and about to slip its way out forcibly. quickly excusing herself to hopefully save face and desperately fighting her tails instinct to fly up exposing the darkening stain that now ran down the center of her leather shorts.

every step was a shock through her system, what little grip she had faulted ever so slightly. what she had mentally told herself was just sweat from the recent performance tingling her rear had become a slick gooey sludge that spread throughout her various cracks and sensitive places bubbling as gas and more waste oiled her with every stride.

by the time Roxy had reached the bathroom the slow dribble had become short squirts, enough mass had finally filled the seat of her shorts that a noticeable sagging brown bulge dangled against her. As one more massive cramp signaled the full weight that had still been working its way through her had reached its destined end, she had to pause and clench with all her might lest she cover herself and the floor with that day's feast. Overwhelmed she had to make a move before the wave of need had passed, her rear releasing a chunky wet stream that her muscles had become too fatigued to stop.

bursting through the stall door, the elasticity of the seal her tight shorts had against her rear could no longer bare the slopping mass being dumped within them, and drips of brown regret seeped through. Roxanne desperately grabbed at her shorts to set herself free, but the growing filling had stretched them out so much that there was no room left for her hips to squeeze out of them. at this, her concentration broke and a torrent burst from her, a sickly smell flooded the room and any hope of saving herself from this fate had gone. even after she'd have finished her mess Roxanne wouldn't be able to remove her shorts until he massaged enough of her accident out of them to finally be able to take them off.