Combat Vignette 3
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"Much better..."
The tiger stretched his arms and legs out as far as possible as he awoke on a sunny, lazy Sunday morning. His Saturday night had been quite wild and hedonistic, and he would definitely need this lazy day to recover...he scratched at his belly idly as he clamored out of bed, putting on a pair of lazy pajamas as he got out of his bedroom.
Last night, he had met up with quite a beautiful poodle girl at a nightclub. The two of them hit it off quite well; especially with some drinks in both of their systems. he eventually brought her back home; she was looking for fun, but he was looking for a bit more...her clothes still littered his bedroom floor, but she was nowhere to be found...except on the tiger's expanded waistline.
"Curses, these barely fit..." he complained as he tried to stretch the pants over his now slightly chubbier rump and gut, his belly gurgling loudly in response. While the poodle was more or less completely digested, she certainly left behind quite a bit of extra softness on her predator's body, which would be both a blessing and a curse for the feline. Right now it was most certainly a curse, the tiger having to suck his gut in as far as he could, even squish it in a little bit, before he could get his pants to fit around it!
He waddled his way over to the kitchen, cupping his stomach with one hand and playing with it a little bit, feeling it pleasantly slosh up and down as the last of the soup in his belly made its way deeper into his body. And that soup funneling deeper into his bowels left a vacancy that needed to be filled! Even though he had just gobbled up and digested a whole person, this tiger's appetite was still wanting more. A lovely breakfast would be the best thing to introduce to his now rounder, softer belly. But first, a cup of coffee!
He leaned against the divider as the coffee machine started up, delighting in the feeling of his new weight swinging and sloshing beneath him. "Ooh, she left me quite a lot to play with..." he remarked as he squished and rubbed on the new fat, idly marking on how much deeper it made his belly button look, and how much more weight he felt on the front of his body now.
Suddenly, though, he felt his gut rumble and tighten as if something was still inside. He could feel something rising up his throat, some trap dare, maybe something a bit more...HUUuuuuoooOOOooorrrrrrcccchhhhhhh.....
"Oh, it felt wonderful to get all that out!" the tiger wiped his face with his arm after that belch slipped out of his gut, a copious amount of slobber coming along with it. And that wasn't the only thing it left behind; he noticed that a necklace had splattered down on to the counter, along with a hairball...he recognized the necklace; the poodle had been wearing it last night at the bar. He thought he remembered her removing it when she came home with him, but evidently that wasn't the case! "Damn indigestibles..." he muttered before washing off the necklace in the sink and putting the hairball in the trash. It wasn't all bad; he might be able to sell the necklace or something, considering it didn't look like it had been too damaged by his stomach acids. The hairballs were par for the course though, especially whenever he had something with as much hair as that poodle did!
As soon as the coffee was finished, the tiger took a big swig, feeling that warmth spread out in his gut. It was interesting to eat something that didn't wiggle inside of you after having that experience; it was unique, if a bit boring in comparison. He enjoyed both, though, for their own reasons. Breakfast was as short as it was incomparable to dinner last night; cereal and toast with a side of orange juice. It didn't fill him up at all! Maybe that poodle had stretched out his stomach a bit more than he thought she would...
After finishing breakfast, feeling the food inside already starting to dissolve into a soup of some sorts, he made his way upstairs into the shower. He had a bit more time to rub and appreciate his belly as he stripped down, finding the soft squish of the new layer of fat she had added rather comfortable. Although his new rounded gut gave him a little bit of trouble as he stepped into the shower! He managed it eventually, though, taking the time to play around with his gut as he lathered up and rinsed away...
Having a shower after digesting up a big meal always felt so nice. It made the tiger's belly so smooth and soft!...well, softer than it already was, anyway! The cat nearly lost track of time in the shower as he played around with and rubbed at his gut, the belly occasionally letting out a wet squelching noise or two as it worked on the contents inside. It would have no trouble with breakfast though, considering what the tiger had put it through before. It's not like that was the first set of hairballs he had coughed up, or even the biggest or strongest meal he had ever had...
Eventually, he made his way out of the shower, content with his exploration of the newest parts of his body. It was Sunday, the perfect day to laze around and watch TV while your body adjusted after such a large meal. Although, he could just make it so that it never had to adjust...maybe he could invite some friends over to hang out. If a few of them ended up missing, it wouldn't be too hard to get rid of any evidence...except for the evidence that ended up on his waist line!
?"Much better..."
The tiger stretched his arms and legs out as far as possible as he awoke on a sunny, lazy Sunday morning. His Saturday night had been quite wild and hedonistic, and he would definitely need this lazy day to recover...he scratched at his belly idly as he clamored out of bed, putting on a pair of lazy pajamas as he got out of his bedroom.
Last night, he had met up with quite a beautiful poodle girl at a nightclub. The two of them hit it off quite well; especially with some drinks in both of their systems. he eventually brought her back home; she was looking for fun, but he was looking for a bit more...her clothes still littered his bedroom floor, but she was nowhere to be found...except on the tiger's expanded waistline.
"Curses, these barely fit..." he complained as he tried to stretch the pants over his now slightly chubbier rump and gut, his belly gurgling loudly in response. While the poodle was more or less completely digested, she certainly left behind quite a bit of extra softness on her predator's body, which would be both a blessing and a curse for the feline. Right now it was most certainly a curse, the tiger having to suck his gut in as far as he could, even squish it in a little bit, before he could get his pants to fit around it!
He waddled his way over to the kitchen, cupping his stomach with one hand and playing with it a little bit, feeling it pleasantly slosh up and down as the last of the soup in his belly made its way deeper into his body. And that soup funneling deeper into his bowels left a vacancy that needed to be filled! Even though he had just gobbled up and digested a whole person, this tiger's appetite was still wanting more. A lovely breakfast would be the best thing to introduce to his now rounder, softer belly. But first, a cup of coffee!
He leaned against the divider as the coffee machine started up, delighting in the feeling of his new weight swinging and sloshing beneath him. "Ooh, she left me quite a lot to play with..." he remarked as he squished and rubbed on the new fat, idly marking on how much deeper it made his belly button look, and how much more weight he felt on the front of his body now.
Suddenly, though, he felt his gut rumble and tighten as if something was still inside. He could feel something rising up his throat, some trap dare, maybe something a bit more...
*HUUuuuuoooOOOooorrrrrrcccchhhhhhh.....*
"Oh, it felt wonderful to get all that out!" the tiger wiped his face with his arm after that belch slipped out of his gut, a copious amount of slobber coming along with it. And that wasn't the only thing it left behind; he noticed that a necklace had splattered down on to the counter, along with a hairball...he recognized the necklace; the poodle had been wearing it last night at the bar. He thought he remembered her removing it when she came home with him, but evidently that wasn't the case! "Damn indigestibles..." he muttered before washing off the necklace in the sink and putting the hairball in the trash. It wasn't all bad; he might be able to sell the necklace or something, considering it didn't look like it had been too damaged by his stomach acids. The hairballs were par for the course though, especially whenever he had something with as much hair as that poodle did!
As soon as the coffee was finished, the tiger took a big swig, feeling that warmth spread out in his gut. It was interesting to eat something that didn't wiggle inside of you after having that experience; it was unique, if a bit boring in comparison. He enjoyed both, though, for their own reasons. Breakfast was as short as it was incomparable to dinner last night; cereal and toast with a side of orange juice. It didn't fill him up at all! Maybe that poodle had stretched out his stomach a bit more than he thought she would...
After finishing breakfast, feeling the food inside already starting to dissolve into a soup of some sorts, he made his way upstairs into the shower. He had a bit more time to rub and appreciate his belly as he stripped down, finding the soft squish of the new layer of fat she had added rather comfortable. Although his new rounded gut gave him a little bit of trouble as he stepped into the shower! He managed it eventually, though, taking the time to play around with his gut as he lathered up and rinsed away...
Having a shower after digesting up a big meal always felt so nice. It made the tiger's belly so smooth and soft!...well, softer than it already was, anyway! The cat nearly lost track of time in the shower as he played around and rubbed at his gut, the belly occasionally letting out a wet squelching noise or two as it worked on the contents inside. It would have no trouble with breakfast though, considering what the tiger had put it through before. It's not like that was the first set of hairballs he had coughed up, or even the biggest or strongest meal he had ever had...
Eventually, he made his way out of the shower, content with his exploration of the newest parts of his body. It was Sunday, the perfect day to laze around and watch TV while your body adjusted after such a large meal. Although, he could just make it so that it never had to adjust... Maybe he could invite some friends over to hang out. If a few of them ended up missing, it wouldn't be too hard to get rid of any evidence...except for the evidence that ended up on his waist line!