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Ambrose stood by himself in his cabin, but he was far from alone. The big pear-shaped gator had both of his chubby claws on a large, lightly squirming lump in his throat. His girthy tail idly thudded as he let out a happy rumble, powerful enough that he could feel the denim of his overalls vibrating against his back-spines. He was always happy to find a critter who wanted to spend time hanging off his waist. The alligator swallowed firmly, trailing his claws to cross laid over his heart with a happy sigh.

Circ let out a bashful mewl as his bundled up form plunged from his tight, buzzy from the proximity of vocal cords, damp from overrunning drool that was saturating his fleece shirt and still able to see up to the teeth place in the big gator's throat. The cat's form plummeted past the large thudding heart of his predator to the big male's stomach. When he hit bottom in the belly, he felt the snug walls catch him for a moment, before suddenly lurching down and away from the big reptile's spine.

The buttons on the big guy's overalls had slipped, sending the whole thing folding forward at the hip and letting his broad fat belly slosh forward heavily. "Oop, sorry 'bout that, boy." He patted over his tummy affectionately with one claw. The gator took a deep breath, sucking in his gut as his chest inflated with air. His cheeks bulged out, making his face even rounder than before, as he reached down to get ahold of the flap that was supposed to be covering his stomach and chest in his sausage-like fingers.

Held immobile, the cat inside quivered, unable to keep himself from letting out another mewl. Flustered, he kept still until the walls of the stomach relaxed again, accompanied by the sound of air rushing out of the big gator's nostrils and past his pursed lips.

Ambrose finished putting the second button back into place. "Cain't have uh sweet lil' beignet like you jus' floppin' and swayin' around all cross-wise." He slurped his tongue out around the corner of one cheek, then the other. His tapered log of a tail swayed and curled, sending vibrations through the wooden floor each time its weight touched down.

At the pastry pet-name, Circ exhaled and bit his lip softly. He was glad that his predator couldn't see the blush on his face, but he still wanted to let Ambrose know that it was appreciated. He shifted a bit within the snug chamber, stroking at the inner walls and starting to knead affectionately. No matter how he pressed, the heavy flesh resisted his movements, wanting to settle back down.

The alligator rumbled low once more, the last of the sweet tea on a nearby table rippling at the bottom of the glass pitcher he'd brewed it in. "Feel that gator fat weighin' down on ya, boy?" He got a devilish glint in his eye, his deep voice carrying the timbre of his powerful resonations. "You're gonna add to that soon." He teased, scooting his clawtips in at the sides of the overalls to rub at his scales directly again.

Overwhelmed with the thought, the already flustered cat let out a plaintive yowl as he squirmed about, unable to contain his movements. His paws pressed out harder than before, legs pressing as well lower down. If he was more conscious of the struggle, he would have noticed that he was pushing up against a familiar tension. And like before, it suddenly went away, sending the practically flailing feline sloshing down and forward to slam into the front wall of the reptilian belly when its elasticity sent the bounce backward.

Lightly blushing, Ambrose exhaled, then took a deep breath to suck up his gut again. Just as before he carefully worked to do his overalls back up.

Circ let out a weak groan as the walls clenched in on him again. He could hardly admit it to himself, but when the stomach closed in and held him tight... The feline quivered. It was blissful warmth, making his joints feel softer, like he could compress and be molded like dough by the powerful gator's body.

The gator relaxed his stomach with another breathy 'pfffffyewwwww' through his pursed lips. Ambrose turned around, each step sending a shudder that rattled the dishware still on the table through his cabin as he pondered whether to go sit in his rocking chair on the front porch or just lay down on his bed to dote over the sweet kitty inside him without worrying about his easily undone overalls.

In contrast to this, the feline had come up with an idea. He remembered just where on the soft muscular walls he'd pushed to undo the button last time... He could get the big loving lug to clench in on him again if he just... He shifted and raised his arms, lightly trembling as he found the heat deep inside the gator made him feel weak. Circ was sure, however, that he could apply just the right amount of pressure.

Ambrose perked as he felt his stomach slowly stretch and shift with deliberate action. The big gator didn't realize until it was too late what the naughty kitty was attempting, or at least the direct, initial result of his actions. Both his buttons slipped at once, sending the back of his overalls swinging down to land on top of his tail as the front fell down to his knees. As it had twice before, his broad banded belly glorped forward, heavily tossing the cat inside forward and bouncing back to hang out over his waist and onto his thighs.

"Boy, ya cain't jus' sit still, can ya?" His bass voice rumbled as he shook his belly with his claws, smiling affectionately. Once again, he clenched his gut, sucking it in. As Ambrose reached to grasp his overalls to do them up again, the tight stomach let out a loud 'glrrrrrn', compressing further than it had either of the previous times. The gator perked, feeling a pressure rising up his throat rapidly.

Ambrose's cheeks puffed out even further, the pressure of his sudden belch pressing his jaws open a bit wider. The small lump rose up the big reptile's throat, before a blue fleece bundle flopped right out of the predator's jaws. He relaxed his belly as he looked down at the long-sleeved shirt the cat had been wearing. He felt over his stomach with his thick claws. Definitely he could feel new pudge settling in beneath his scales, the whole gut not nearly as saggy as with a whole cat inside as a lump weight at its core.

Distributed over the broad expanse of a gut, the cat caused a different sort of sag to Ambrose's body. The gator patted over his belly affectionately. "Oop. Was hopin' to keep ya wrigglin' a bit longer, boy." He carefully stooped down to pick up the fleece, thudding his mass across the room towards the wall. "Oh well," He sighed wistfully, a loving smile crossing his broad snout.

Along the wall were many framed images of younger chubby gators smiling at the camera. Beneath each was a belly-juice stained article of clothing. He carefully hung up the fleece beneath an empty frame. "Yer where ya belong, fer now..."