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mlmvoreconfessionals · 2 days ago

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My friend, you have some great choices! Although i didn't expected Fortnite, but i have to agree that it has some hot furry men.

I bet Wendell would fall in the "himbo that can't stop eating his comrades". He feels horrible about that, but he just can't resist.

I like to think he would! F.ortnite is honestly one I think I could write for since it doesn't seem too complicated...and I wanna so I will.

W.endell whines but the sound is drowned out by his belly making a much louder one. It gets him a few looks from the others sitting on the bus, waiting for the match to start. “I’m so hungry…” he murmurs. “I forgot to eat before this…so you think they’ll have catering?”

“Doubt it,” O.scar says with a slightly amused smile. “The only meat around here is sitting around you.”

That makes W.endell’s ears perk up a bit. That made sense. His belly groans again and he puts both paws to it with another whine. He really needs something in his stomach…

Everyone else is distracted from W.endell’s condition by the back of the bud opening. Everyone gets up to go jumping out. P.olar ends up in the back with W.endell. He feels a tug on the back of his vest before he can get to the hatch, though, and looks back to find himself staring into wide, drooling jaws.

No one is around to hear the muffled shouting or all the wet, sloppy gulping. W.endell ends up being the last to get out of the bus, much later than the others, with a very heavy and polar bear-shaped gut to help give him a bit more weight for his drop down. He already felt better…

W.endell ends up landing on his gut, which knocks a rather loud belch out of him. His gut squeezes in tighter, making P.olar Patroller grunt in discomfort. He’s a lot of weight to have to heft around, so W.endell is left to waddle awkwardly as he goes to find somewhere to hide and figure out where to go next.

Though, it’s awfully exhausting! W.endell manages to find a rock big enough to hide behind and sit down. His gut is sitting heavily in his lap, still stretched tight over the polar bear. It churns and groans loudly, and if that wasn’t enough, P.olar Patroller is starting to wriggle around inside and yell. W.endell whines softly and presses down softly on the bear’s face. “H-Hey, settle down! You’re going to expose my hiding spot!”

Judging by the muffled yelling...it doesn’t seem like W.endell’s pre-game snack is all too concerned about that. W.endell looks side to side, ears folded down. This is really bad. It’s all so noisy, he’ll definitely be found like this! He looks back at his gut and begins to press down hard on it. “Sorry, sorry! Just please digest already!” His stomach squeezes and flexes over the mass of bear inside while his paws shove down roughly wherever something was bulging out. It gets lots of loud roars and more thrashing from P.olar Patroller, but that doesn’t serve him much use.

W.endell’s gut shrinks down smaller and smaller around the polar bear. Thick belches blast out of him, steaming slightly in the air with white fur fluttering out. P.olar Patroller’s body strains under the pressure, forcing him into a tight ball that can barely even twitch. A popping sound rings out, and the bear lets out a roar. W.endell flexes his gut again, forcing it down a few more inches with a wet crunching sound. He shoves down on a bulge and it sinks down with a squelch, giving way under his paws. P.olar Patroller can barely make a whine when W.endell flexes his abs tight and folds the bear inside like a wet piece of paper.

A deep, thick belch roars out of the dog, catching him by surprise. Something solid comes up, and a black, slimy helmet rockets out of him and flies across the field. W.endell puts his paws to his mouth after that, blushing. His guts burble and groan deeply, much smaller and rounder than before, with various hard lumps at the bottom from P.olar Patroller’s bones. He’s a lot quieter now, though.

W.endell lets out a soft sigh, finally feeling his meal settle. Now he can get into the game! He starts by getting up again and looking over the rock he’s hiding behind…just to find himself staring down M.eowscles. The dog yelps and, without thinking much, grabs the cat by the suspenders and drags him over the rock.

Anyone who might pass by would end up seeing the calico’s legs kicking around wildly from behind the rock. Then sinking downward with wet slurping and sucking noises. Barely a few minutes later, a wet belch rings out, and W.endell huffs and puffs as he waddles out from his hiding spot. “Gotta…find somewhere else…” He’s made too much noise over here. He doesn’t want to get spotted…again.

Lugging this sloshing gut around is a real chore, though. Especially when his snack keeps wiggling around like this! He’s barely keeping his balance! W.endell looks around a bit before he ducks into a small thicket. He wraps his arms around his gut and squeezes while he presses into into a wall. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, so—HWWWWWOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!” A giant belch roars out of W.endell as his guts crunch and bubble. M.eowscles is very quickly crushed into belly slop much like P.olar Patroller was. Finally…

W.endell feels like he’s about ready to get into the game now! He’s got lots of food to help keep him full of energy and it’s getting easier to manage as his belly steadily pumps them away. It’s making his normally lithe form thicker, but he’s not paying much attention to that. He’s looking for someone he can target…

…O.scar hums softly as he looks around through the scope of his sniper. It’s been awfully quiet lately. Normally, he’d have expected to hear some gunfire or even just see another person at this point. But there’s been nothing.

Lowering his sniper, the tiger sighs. His tail is flickering with annoyance as he gets down from his vantage point. Something strange is definitely going on here and he needs to figure out what it is. Preferably before something bad happens.

As he’s looking around, O.scar can’t help but notice some odd things. Mainly, random weapons or accessories laying around the arena, dripping in slime. What really gets his attention is when he finds a large polar bear skull resting on the ground. Isn’t that..?

“HHWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPP!!!!” A massive belch splits through the air, making O.scar shoot up and look in the direction it came from. That sounds like what he’s looking for. He lets the bear skull drop from his paw and stalks off after the sound.

Sure enough, O.scar finds the source. It’s W.endell and he’s looking…different. The normally very lithe canine has ballooned in size, suddenly taking on a much rounder shape. His arms and legs are much thicker and wobbly, his gut hangs out a foot in front of him with a new set of moobs on top, and even his face has gotten a lot rounder.

W.endell rubs along his gut slowly with a soft groan. He looks rather shy and flustered, but his tail is wagging like crazy. The massive gut he’s now sporting is burbling and gurgling deeply, sounding like a boiling cauldron. Another belch splits out of him, a rotten seafood stench in the air as some cracked sunglasses and a whistle flies out and across the field. “Oooh geez…”

O.scar walks over and plants the butt of his sniper down on W.endell’s gut. It sinks in with a wet squelch, getting a soft belch out of the canine. He looks at O.scar with wide eyes. “O-O.scar! What are you—Ah, this isn’t what it looks like, I just—“

O.scar chuckles deeply and shakes his head, now leaning closer so he can rest his elbow on the massive gut. “It looks like you went ahead and took all the kills from me. Is there even anyone left?”

“Well, uh…” W.endell’s guts groan deeply and he smiles sheepishly. “…not anymore?”

“Guess I’ll pack it up for today then,” O.scar says with a shrug, slinging his sniper over his shoulder. “Enjoy your victory, W.endell.”

“Oh, thanks!” The canine smiles, his tail wagging. But he pauses when he sees O.scar starting to walk off. “…h-hey, wait, are you just going to leave me here? O.scar? I could use some help!” Despite calling out, the tiger doesn’t even turn around again to face him. “Aw…not again…”

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