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[COMM.] Blimp Domination (Pop Alt.) He's tough dont worry ;3 Alt image for abritishfox
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score: 9
favorites: 21
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Stuck in a Dark Forest (Part 3/3) "Uh oh, looks like the pressure was too much for us to handle... Oh well, we'll just respawn at our beds."
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score: 17
favorites: 27
comments: 0
haven't posted much personal art, uhh here we go 💛 big plushy wife
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score: 23
favorites: 53
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Gradual bloating 2/2 Day 8 rolls around with no deflation, What happens is what Isaac gets for fixation~ Isaac © by Me Syn © by ~synful~ Art © by ~synful~
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score: 14
favorites: 44
comments: 0
part of pool: 47192
Swelling Spirit (8/8) It was the best explosion he had ever had as a ghost, the size, the power, the the destruction, with no body left to possess, swellington fades away to await his next victim.
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score: 14
favorites: 35
comments: 2
part of pool: 47192
Swelling Spirit (7/8) ...!
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score: 17
favorites: 44
comments: 1
part of pool: 47044
Cynder's demise pg. 7
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score: 3
favorites: 15
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HEAD POP PARTY Click picture for full view! More head popping! Commission for Iwashinaga My Store: payhip.com/cleverfoxman Tumblr: https://cleverfoxman.tumblr.com/ Deviant Art: cleverfoxman.deviantart.com/ FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/cleverfoxman/
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score: 10
favorites: 23
comments: 0
vorchitect idkkk try asking nicel- oop nvm C🎨 for @HunnyBeaw inflationfanboy Bird Confetti Well, should've asked more nicely and wouldn't have ended up as a bunch of feathers and confetti Art by
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score: 4
favorites: 16
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score: 10
favorites: 24
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An explosive end In the end, both of them lost
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score: 25
favorites: 78
comments: 2
Derpy Hooves Holiday Inflation (POPPING) my little pony Twilight ruins everything again, but it's fall now. No-popping Version
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score: 27
favorites: 66
comments: 5
part of pool: 46250
it was too much
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score: 23
favorites: 52
comments: 0
[COM] Bubblebutt ponee Pink pony lady, what can I say?, her body works in very mysterious ways. Commission for SinfulWarp SinfulWarp ! Full res of the pic, since it went beyond f.a's size limit: https://files.catbox.moe/dsri63.png twt ver: https://twitter.com/Boyo71230387/status/1687934365467058176
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score: 28
favorites: 66
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[COM] Big ponk boom The pink ponee has one last trick up her sleeve! 💥🎉 Com for @Disco_Chaos
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score: 7
favorites: 26
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[C | 3/3] Blimping Bug Blight Sequence Commission for someone who wishes to remain Anonoymous Mantises are naturally larger than ants, and that carries over! So, some time later, that small little mantis is now a BIG little mantis, looming over the greenscape and in-fact doomed to the same fate. It's only a matter of time.. and it's ticking -- they're already see-through! -- Besides that, I feel like I've gotten a lot better at my style and this is also my first time doing a proper background aaaaa I'm satisfied with this.
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score: 6
favorites: 23
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[C | 2/3] Blimping Bug Blight Sequence Commission for someone who wishes to remain Anonoymous As expected, the poor swelling ant exploded! And.. it's contagious!? In that same instant, the mantis had fwumph'd and is poooossibly now doomed to the same fate. Oh dear.
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score: 19
favorites: 21
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You aren't going to say when, are you? I found out that jacfox likes to get rather inflated. Alan agreed to help achieve this roundness, but didn't expect Jac would take it that far. Marked mature before cartoon popping.
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score: 4
favorites: 23
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[ANIMATION] You Da Bomb! Tellware's been chosen by the renowned Aero Co. to work with the bomb testing gig, but why would you test those out when you can become the bomb itself? Those interns definitely need to chose someone other than the shapeshifting ghost lizard who's always up to mischief... Getting into the bomb mood was fun, especially to make something out of it
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score: 2
favorites: 8
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Explodedrill yeah, that's kinda what happens in cosplay Dig-Dug pump to win, get no prizes but the satisfaction that you just made someone explode needlessly
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score: 3
favorites: 17
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Oop, it's all gonna end in metal Kabooom-
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score: 10
favorites: 25
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hydro-Bomb it was only a matter of time before that self producing Hydro Absorber needed an out...
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score: 16
favorites: 26
comments: 1
(GIF) Never blow bubbles with a cold its a little different from my usual work but i can't say snout balloons isn't a silly idea i don't mind delving into lol
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score: 7
favorites: 12
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Pops My half of a trade with selphy6, going after a funny lil' meme that they like because why the hell not? Gotta do more sequences at SOME point, yeah? Aqua's bro comes in for a very odd request... (You'll find their half here!)
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favorites: 9
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...MAYBE NOT- <<< PREVIOUS Art © me Daxl © EvillineGrimsclaw
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score: 24
favorites: 59
comments: 1
SIGMIR | DON'T OPEN β Work for Damians for Sigmir
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score: 29
favorites: 60
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GOZER | NNN 2024 st.5b The first seal had been breached! Although he's had some pressure relieved in some places, another has taken the brunt of it! He has to only hold for a few more minutes... Aww... couldn't hold out! Better luck next time :]
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score: 6
favorites: 35
comments: 0
part of pool: 45628
Story: Greedy feline It had been a particularly productive night, raiding the old abandoned factory complex which had become so overrun by the lush forest around it that bipedal scavengers would’ve been hard pressed to make headway in the confusing hedge of crumbling buildings, trees, and thick vines even during daylight hours – however as a large quadrupedal feline Feligris had found it easy to slip in by climbing and jumping until she’d been able to hit the maintenance areas for valuable tools and the warehouse for stock which never left the building before the end came suddenly. What had been difficult even for her however had been extracting herself from the area once she saw the first light of dawn, given how due to her desire to travel light on the way to any targets she had eschewed any saddlebags or other ways to carry loot on her, in favour of scooping up everything into her maw and down her gullet into her stomach and guts which she’d used as convenient even if uncomfortable loot bags before. Albeit she’d never gone as far as last night when she’d been devouring any valuable looking loot almost frantically until she’d felt like puking, after which she had still forced herself to ingest some more until sudden pains within her overly distended belly had compelled her to leave it. Leaving certainly hadn’t been easy as her ground-dragging gut had been almost impossible to squeeze through the maze she had navigated with ease earlier, but she’d somehow managed it and was now well on her back to her scavenger group’s HQ where she’d be helped to offload the awkwardly heavy cargo in her strained and protesting stomach. But that’s still a long way ahead as she shrewdly decides to take a longer rarely travelled side route instead of the rather busy direct route to the HQ. ‘Eeep, didn’t think it’d be this hard to – hurk – get through here, this really hasn’t seen much traffic since we mapped it few years ago, but that’s just good since I doubt no-one bothers to camp along the way either! I’d really hate for someone greedy to become curious about what I’ve eaten…’ she thinks out aloud with a tailflick as she laboriously pushes through weeds and bushes which have all but covered the already narrow path – at least it’s relatively flat given how she’s constantly forced to kind of slide her swollen belly forward due to how low it sags. Thankfully, the rising sun illuminating the forest floor through the thick canopy makes it easier to stay on the path given how it all but disappears at spots and splits into false forks into nowhere. ‘… not that there wouldn’t be a way for me to – mreooww – accidentally tumble into a hidden chasm or fall of a cliff in this forsaken jungle if I strayed off the path, can’t see my own nose through these bushes… eeep, just to think how easily my belly would split open if it took a good blow!’ she continues her musing after pausing her trek for a moment to gather her bearings and to catch her breath as a wave of nausea caused by the constant jostling of her stomach contents passes through her, inadvertently blushing briefly at her own thoughts once she continues. Mrurr – I’m glad there’s no-one to see or hear me out here, I can have my fantasies of accidentally bursting my poor aching stomach which I’ve again stuffed so full I feel I’m going to throw up something every third step – hrrnn, it’d be so deadly for that to happen out here but I can’t help it… she ponders silently and blushes again as her teats which peek through the fur of her taut hide, harden to the point where she meeps quietly when leaves and twigs brush over them. After all she’d specifically joined the scavenger guild she’s part of since they didn’t bat an eyelid over her unusual looting methods or the need to her her disgorge her loot after returning, something which also secretly aroused her thanks to how roughly her belly needed to be handled for it. And even now the complications of hauling her heavy loot-stuffed midsection through the overgrown path amid stomach aches and intestinal cramps makes her thrilled, although also frustrated over how little headway she’s making and how her girth seems to be increasingly slowly but steadily – but thankfully the familiar sight of a rickety suspension bridge over a dry ravine greets her, telling that she’s past the halfway point of her trip. However as she approaches she feels more apprehensive than relieved as the tension within her aching guts is clearly worse than an hour ago and it’s clearly even harder to walk, hence she pauses again at the end of the bridge to let her eyes pass over it while she lets out an acidic belch. ‘Not looking as good as last time, not that it felt very safe then either… but maybe it’ll still take my weight!’ she comments before taking the first tentative step onto the bridge. Despite her optimism it soon becomes clear that crossing will be dangerous as the weathered and cracked planks creak loudly under the weight of her paws and the whole bridge begins to sway uncomfortably, all while her swollen belly has gotten to the point that she’s forced to start kicking herself forward with her underbelly dragging over the planks and ramming into them every time she takes a small leap forward. Ergh, isn’t much left now even if it’s uphill, really have to stop and figure out what’s bloating me – I bet my belly would pop like a water balloon if I fell down! she idly ponders with her tail quivering reflexively from the thought as she struggles to shift her now rather loudly gurgling distended midsection along the incline – and then it happens. Just as she’s shoving herself forward another half-step with her hind claws digging into the planks, there’s abruptly a loud crack which is followed by second and third in rapid succession, the noise and the immediate brief sensation of being yanked downwards eliciting a startled yowl from her. But seconds later once she’s over the initial shock, she finds herself still standing on the bridge, albeit with a fair bit more pressure on her paws and mass pulling down on her back, making it rather easy for her to realize her overly full belly has broken through the flimsy bridge deck, with her underbelly well under it and the round form as a whole precariously wedged between the planks at the edges of the new hole. As she gauges her situation with her neck craned as far as it goes, her ears quickly perk from the sound of wood pieces hitting the bottom and her thoughts begin to race – It’s not a deep ravine but I’ll still burst like a tick at this height! – whereas her tail deftly wraps around one of the weathered ropes making up the railing. Although she’s not hopeful about getting out of her sudden predicament, she nevertheless strains her hindlegs to push herself forward – only to be rewarded with a sudden bout of nausea which makes her heave and retch quite noisily, her cheeks bulging from half-digested mass rising up her esophagus before she’s able to start forcing it back down. Nyaaah! So great! Now you’re really in a pinch, you greedy kitty with your big stomach… why’d I have to insist on eating so many of those ration packages too, they must have failed and begun to bloat me! With her blushing cheeks still bulging and maw tightly clamped as she tries to wash away the acrid taste of bile, she gulps softly as she peers at the bottom of the ravine, sensing how her stomach continues to expand gradually from whatever is filling it while enduring abrupt sharp pinches from within her bowels as more loot gets pushed into her erratically spasming intestines as well. ‘Haa… there’s really no way out of this, I’ve already bloated too much and I doubt this bridge would stay together if I tried to drag my tummy out of this hole it made – ack, it has even sagged further down!’ she mutters while her tail twists anxiously around the rope railing and her cheeks continue to feel embarrassingly warm while she repeatedly checks out her ponderous girth. In the meantime the bridge groans and creaks threateningly every time she carefully shifts weight between her paws, the noises sending nervous shivers down her spine… but also adding to the warm euphoric feeling she’s had for a while now. ‘I guess I should've seen this coming! Always taking more risks and having eyes bigger than my stomach, and now my tummy’s finally going to pay the price for it… ooh, this bulging cat stomach’s really going to explode when it hits those rocks down there!’ she continues her audible monologue, mewling hastily when the bridge unexpectedly jerks a bit sideways due to the railing snapping on one side. ‘N-not going to take long now, it – gulp – seems! Aaah… I’m going to throw up… too late now! Gurk – can’t believe someone else is going to loot my guts and I won’t be seeing it – ‘ Her tense shuffling and griping is cut short however when she suddenly feels the plank under her forepaws begin to sink as it starts to crack right next to the support rope, giving her barely enough time to slam them on the next one over before it breaks completely with splinters and frayed bits of rope raining down as it swings down to be left dangling from one end – whereas Feligris is left perilously stretched out over the gap with her claws frantically digging into the soft weathered surface on both sides as the great mass and girth of her stuffed belly sways slowly in the air. ‘Ack! Didn’t realize my belly weighted this much, can’t hold – eeep – on for long!’ Right after her panicked exclamation, tense silence follows as she apprehensively watches the continued slow crumbling of the weathered ropes and bleached planks – audible hiccuping and swallowing soon randomly breaking the eerie quietness as pressure on her stomach lining gradually intensifies from the ongoing ballooning of her belly due to its expanding contents. Shivers of fear and excitement pass through her spine as she becomes acutely aware on how her overly distended midsection seems doomed either way, from its contents expanding beyond her capacity or from it hitting the rough stone below hard enough to split apart in an instant. The latter becoming reality very abruptly when the plank she’s hanging on for dear life with her forepaws begins to get wrenched out of the loop of moldy rope which supports it from one end, all while Feligris can only watch with bated breath as her aching limbs are already over-extended and her over-distended belly hangs well under the bridge anyhow with no way to lift it atop the planking. Her final frantic scrambling to grab onto something else only speeds things up until the plank unceremoniously flips out from under her forepaws and the one behind her partially shatters when the weight of her belly pulls her straight down through the opening with one last panicked yowl when she enters freefall. Waah! My stomach! runs through her mind during the few seconds she takes to plunge to the bottom of the chasm with her legs flailing wildly and long tail fluttering above her – the earlier embarrassing warm thrill over her deadly predicament washing over her briefly one last time before her underbelly impacts the ground hard, eliciting a shrill scream from her which echoes through the chasm. Within a split second agony shoots through Feligris’ enormously gorged midsection as if a giant has punched her in the belly, her furry sides bulging out in an instant as her stomach flattens and flares out to all directions from the impact – splitting open nearly instantaneously along with Feligris’ hide so that a wet mess of thick brown substance mixed with miscellaneous items spills forth with an audible splorch. And the excruciating burning flash of her belly rupturing ends up being the last thing Feligris feels before the combination of shock and hitting hard rock knocks her out of good, leaving her to expire in a relatively short order in a large pool of lightly digested stomach contents, bile and blood, with scavengers eventually arriving to pick on the remains like she envisioned earlier… The End.
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score: 14
favorites: 70
comments: 0
part of pool: 45628
Story: Greedy feline It had been a particularly productive night, raiding the old abandoned factory complex which had become so overrun by the lush forest around it that bipedal scavengers would’ve been hard pressed to make headway in the confusing hedge of crumbling buildings, trees, and thick vines even during daylight hours – however as a large quadrupedal feline Feligris had found it easy to slip in by climbing and jumping until she’d been able to hit the maintenance areas for valuable tools and the warehouse for stock which never left the building before the end came suddenly. What had been difficult even for her however had been extracting herself from the area once she saw the first light of dawn, given how due to her desire to travel light on the way to any targets she had eschewed any saddlebags or other ways to carry loot on her, in favour of scooping up everything into her maw and down her gullet into her stomach and guts which she’d used as convenient even if uncomfortable loot bags before. Albeit she’d never gone as far as last night when she’d been devouring any valuable looking loot almost frantically until she’d felt like puking, after which she had still forced herself to ingest some more until sudden pains within her overly distended belly had compelled her to leave it. Leaving certainly hadn’t been easy as her ground-dragging gut had been almost impossible to squeeze through the maze she had navigated with ease earlier, but she’d somehow managed it and was now well on her back to her scavenger group’s HQ where she’d be helped to offload the awkwardly heavy cargo in her strained and protesting stomach. But that’s still a long way ahead as she shrewdly decides to take a longer rarely travelled side route instead of the rather busy direct route to the HQ. ‘Eeep, didn’t think it’d be this hard to – hurk – get through here, this really hasn’t seen much traffic since we mapped it few years ago, but that’s just good since I doubt no-one bothers to camp along the way either! I’d really hate for someone greedy to become curious about what I’ve eaten…’ she thinks out aloud with a tailflick as she laboriously pushes through weeds and bushes which have all but covered the already narrow path – at least it’s relatively flat given how she’s constantly forced to kind of slide her swollen belly forward due to how low it sags. Thankfully, the rising sun illuminating the forest floor through the thick canopy makes it easier to stay on the path given how it all but disappears at spots and splits into false forks into nowhere. ‘… not that there wouldn’t be a way for me to – mreooww – accidentally tumble into a hidden chasm or fall of a cliff in this forsaken jungle if I strayed off the path, can’t see my own nose through these bushes… eeep, just to think how easily my belly would split open if it took a good blow!’ she continues her musing after pausing her trek for a moment to gather her bearings and to catch her breath as a wave of nausea caused by the constant jostling of her stomach contents passes through her, inadvertently blushing briefly at her own thoughts once she continues. Mrurr – I’m glad there’s no-one to see or hear me out here, I can have my fantasies of accidentally bursting my poor aching stomach which I’ve again stuffed so full I feel I’m going to throw up something every third step – hrrnn, it’d be so deadly for that to happen out here but I can’t help it… she ponders silently and blushes again as her teats which peek through the fur of her taut hide, harden to the point where she meeps quietly when leaves and twigs brush over them. After all she’d specifically joined the scavenger guild she’s part of since they didn’t bat an eyelid over her unusual looting methods or the need to her her disgorge her loot after returning, something which also secretly aroused her thanks to how roughly her belly needed to be handled for it. And even now the complications of hauling her heavy loot-stuffed midsection through the overgrown path amid stomach aches and intestinal cramps makes her thrilled, although also frustrated over how little headway she’s making and how her girth seems to be increasingly slowly but steadily – but thankfully the familiar sight of a rickety suspension bridge over a dry ravine greets her, telling that she’s past the halfway point of her trip. However as she approaches she feels more apprehensive than relieved as the tension within her aching guts is clearly worse than an hour ago and it’s clearly even harder to walk, hence she pauses again at the end of the bridge to let her eyes pass over it while she lets out an acidic belch. ‘Not looking as good as last time, not that it felt very safe then either… but maybe it’ll still take my weight!’ she comments before taking the first tentative step onto the bridge. Despite her optimism it soon becomes clear that crossing will be dangerous as the weathered and cracked planks creak loudly under the weight of her paws and the whole bridge begins to sway uncomfortably, all while her swollen belly has gotten to the point that she’s forced to start kicking herself forward with her underbelly dragging over the planks and ramming into them every time she takes a small leap forward. Ergh, isn’t much left now even if it’s uphill, really have to stop and figure out what’s bloating me – I bet my belly would pop like a water balloon if I fell down! she idly ponders with her tail quivering reflexively from the thought as she struggles to shift her now rather loudly gurgling distended midsection along the incline – and then it happens. Just as she’s shoving herself forward another half-step with her hind claws digging into the planks, there’s abruptly a loud crack which is followed by second and third in rapid succession, the noise and the immediate brief sensation of being yanked downwards eliciting a startled yowl from her. But seconds later once she’s over the initial shock, she finds herself still standing on the bridge, albeit with a fair bit more pressure on her paws and mass pulling down on her back, making it rather easy for her to realize her overly full belly has broken through the flimsy bridge deck, with her underbelly well under it and the round form as a whole precariously wedged between the planks at the edges of the new hole. As she gauges her situation with her neck craned as far as it goes, her ears quickly perk from the sound of wood pieces hitting the bottom and her thoughts begin to race – It’s not a deep ravine but I’ll still burst like a tick at this height! – whereas her tail deftly wraps around one of the weathered ropes making up the railing. Although she’s not hopeful about getting out of her sudden predicament, she nevertheless strains her hindlegs to push herself forward – only to be rewarded with a sudden bout of nausea which makes her heave and retch quite noisily, her cheeks bulging from half-digested mass rising up her esophagus before she’s able to start forcing it back down. Nyaaah! So great! Now you’re really in a pinch, you greedy kitty with your big stomach… why’d I have to insist on eating so many of those ration packages too, they must have failed and begun to bloat me! With her blushing cheeks still bulging and maw tightly clamped as she tries to wash away the acrid taste of bile, she gulps softly as she peers at the bottom of the ravine, sensing how her stomach continues to expand gradually from whatever is filling it while enduring abrupt sharp pinches from within her bowels as more loot gets pushed into her erratically spasming intestines as well. ‘Haa… there’s really no way out of this, I’ve already bloated too much and I doubt this bridge would stay together if I tried to drag my tummy out of this hole it made – ack, it has even sagged further down!’ she mutters while her tail twists anxiously around the rope railing and her cheeks continue to feel embarrassingly warm while she repeatedly checks out her ponderous girth. In the meantime the bridge groans and creaks threateningly every time she carefully shifts weight between her paws, the noises sending nervous shivers down her spine… but also adding to the warm euphoric feeling she’s had for a while now. ‘I guess I should've seen this coming! Always taking more risks and having eyes bigger than my stomach, and now my tummy’s finally going to pay the price for it… ooh, this bulging cat stomach’s really going to explode when it hits those rocks down there!’ she continues her audible monologue, mewling hastily when the bridge unexpectedly jerks a bit sideways due to the railing snapping on one side. ‘N-not going to take long now, it – gulp – seems! Aaah… I’m going to throw up… too late now! Gurk – can’t believe someone else is going to loot my guts and I won’t be seeing it – ‘ Her tense shuffling and griping is cut short however when she suddenly feels the plank under her forepaws begin to sink as it starts to crack right next to the support rope, giving her barely enough time to slam them on the next one over before it breaks completely with splinters and frayed bits of rope raining down as it swings down to be left dangling from one end – whereas Feligris is left perilously stretched out over the gap with her claws frantically digging into the soft weathered surface on both sides as the great mass and girth of her stuffed belly sways slowly in the air. ‘Ack! Didn’t realize my belly weighted this much, can’t hold – eeep – on for long!’ Right after her panicked exclamation, tense silence follows as she apprehensively watches the continued slow crumbling of the weathered ropes and bleached planks – audible hiccuping and swallowing soon randomly breaking the eerie quietness as pressure on her stomach lining gradually intensifies from the ongoing ballooning of her belly due to its expanding contents. Shivers of fear and excitement pass through her spine as she becomes acutely aware on how her overly distended midsection seems doomed either way, from its contents expanding beyond her capacity or from it hitting the rough stone below hard enough to split apart in an instant. The latter becoming reality very abruptly when the plank she’s hanging on for dear life with her forepaws begins to get wrenched out of the loop of moldy rope which supports it from one end, all while Feligris can only watch with bated breath as her aching limbs are already over-extended and her over-distended belly hangs well under the bridge anyhow with no way to lift it atop the planking. Her final frantic scrambling to grab onto something else only speeds things up until the plank unceremoniously flips out from under her forepaws and the one behind her partially shatters when the weight of her belly pulls her straight down through the opening with one last panicked yowl when she enters freefall. Waah! My stomach! runs through her mind during the few seconds she takes to plunge to the bottom of the chasm with her legs flailing wildly and long tail fluttering above her – the earlier embarrassing warm thrill over her deadly predicament washing over her briefly one last time before her underbelly impacts the ground hard, eliciting a shrill scream from her which echoes through the chasm. Within a split second agony shoots through Feligris’ enormously gorged midsection as if a giant has punched her in the belly, her furry sides bulging out in an instant as her stomach flattens and flares out to all directions from the impact – splitting open nearly instantaneously along with Feligris’ hide so that a wet mess of thick brown substance mixed with miscellaneous items spills forth with an audible splorch. And the excruciating burning flash of her belly rupturing ends up being the last thing Feligris feels before the combination of shock and hitting hard rock knocks her out of good, leaving her to expire in a relatively short order in a large pool of lightly digested stomach contents, bile and blood, with scavengers eventually arriving to pick on the remains like she envisioned earlier… The End.
5287305
score: 12
favorites: 56
comments: 1
part of pool: 45628
Story: Greedy feline It had been a particularly productive night, raiding the old abandoned factory complex which had become so overrun by the lush forest around it that bipedal scavengers would’ve been hard pressed to make headway in the confusing hedge of crumbling buildings, trees, and thick vines even during daylight hours – however as a large quadrupedal feline Feligris had found it easy to slip in by climbing and jumping until she’d been able to hit the maintenance areas for valuable tools and the warehouse for stock which never left the building before the end came suddenly. What had been difficult even for her however had been extracting herself from the area once she saw the first light of dawn, given how due to her desire to travel light on the way to any targets she had eschewed any saddlebags or other ways to carry loot on her, in favour of scooping up everything into her maw and down her gullet into her stomach and guts which she’d used as convenient even if uncomfortable loot bags before. Albeit she’d never gone as far as last night when she’d been devouring any valuable looking loot almost frantically until she’d felt like puking, after which she had still forced herself to ingest some more until sudden pains within her overly distended belly had compelled her to leave it. Leaving certainly hadn’t been easy as her ground-dragging gut had been almost impossible to squeeze through the maze she had navigated with ease earlier, but she’d somehow managed it and was now well on her back to her scavenger group’s HQ where she’d be helped to offload the awkwardly heavy cargo in her strained and protesting stomach. But that’s still a long way ahead as she shrewdly decides to take a longer rarely travelled side route instead of the rather busy direct route to the HQ. ‘Eeep, didn’t think it’d be this hard to – hurk – get through here, this really hasn’t seen much traffic since we mapped it few years ago, but that’s just good since I doubt no-one bothers to camp along the way either! I’d really hate for someone greedy to become curious about what I’ve eaten…’ she thinks out aloud with a tailflick as she laboriously pushes through weeds and bushes which have all but covered the already narrow path – at least it’s relatively flat given how she’s constantly forced to kind of slide her swollen belly forward due to how low it sags. Thankfully, the rising sun illuminating the forest floor through the thick canopy makes it easier to stay on the path given how it all but disappears at spots and splits into false forks into nowhere. ‘… not that there wouldn’t be a way for me to – mreooww – accidentally tumble into a hidden chasm or fall of a cliff in this forsaken jungle if I strayed off the path, can’t see my own nose through these bushes… eeep, just to think how easily my belly would split open if it took a good blow!’ she continues her musing after pausing her trek for a moment to gather her bearings and to catch her breath as a wave of nausea caused by the constant jostling of her stomach contents passes through her, inadvertently blushing briefly at her own thoughts once she continues. Mrurr – I’m glad there’s no-one to see or hear me out here, I can have my fantasies of accidentally bursting my poor aching stomach which I’ve again stuffed so full I feel I’m going to throw up something every third step – hrrnn, it’d be so deadly for that to happen out here but I can’t help it… she ponders silently and blushes again as her teats which peek through the fur of her taut hide, harden to the point where she meeps quietly when leaves and twigs brush over them. After all she’d specifically joined the scavenger guild she’s part of since they didn’t bat an eyelid over her unusual looting methods or the need to her her disgorge her loot after returning, something which also secretly aroused her thanks to how roughly her belly needed to be handled for it. And even now the complications of hauling her heavy loot-stuffed midsection through the overgrown path amid stomach aches and intestinal cramps makes her thrilled, although also frustrated over how little headway she’s making and how her girth seems to be increasingly slowly but steadily – but thankfully the familiar sight of a rickety suspension bridge over a dry ravine greets her, telling that she’s past the halfway point of her trip. However as she approaches she feels more apprehensive than relieved as the tension within her aching guts is clearly worse than an hour ago and it’s clearly even harder to walk, hence she pauses again at the end of the bridge to let her eyes pass over it while she lets out an acidic belch. ‘Not looking as good as last time, not that it felt very safe then either… but maybe it’ll still take my weight!’ she comments before taking the first tentative step onto the bridge. Despite her optimism it soon becomes clear that crossing will be dangerous as the weathered and cracked planks creak loudly under the weight of her paws and the whole bridge begins to sway uncomfortably, all while her swollen belly has gotten to the point that she’s forced to start kicking herself forward with her underbelly dragging over the planks and ramming into them every time she takes a small leap forward. Ergh, isn’t much left now even if it’s uphill, really have to stop and figure out what’s bloating me – I bet my belly would pop like a water balloon if I fell down! she idly ponders with her tail quivering reflexively from the thought as she struggles to shift her now rather loudly gurgling distended midsection along the incline – and then it happens. Just as she’s shoving herself forward another half-step with her hind claws digging into the planks, there’s abruptly a loud crack which is followed by second and third in rapid succession, the noise and the immediate brief sensation of being yanked downwards eliciting a startled yowl from her. But seconds later once she’s over the initial shock, she finds herself still standing on the bridge, albeit with a fair bit more pressure on her paws and mass pulling down on her back, making it rather easy for her to realize her overly full belly has broken through the flimsy bridge deck, with her underbelly well under it and the round form as a whole precariously wedged between the planks at the edges of the new hole. As she gauges her situation with her neck craned as far as it goes, her ears quickly perk from the sound of wood pieces hitting the bottom and her thoughts begin to race – It’s not a deep ravine but I’ll still burst like a tick at this height! – whereas her tail deftly wraps around one of the weathered ropes making up the railing. Although she’s not hopeful about getting out of her sudden predicament, she nevertheless strains her hindlegs to push herself forward – only to be rewarded with a sudden bout of nausea which makes her heave and retch quite noisily, her cheeks bulging from half-digested mass rising up her esophagus before she’s able to start forcing it back down. Nyaaah! So great! Now you’re really in a pinch, you greedy kitty with your big stomach… why’d I have to insist on eating so many of those ration packages too, they must have failed and begun to bloat me! With her blushing cheeks still bulging and maw tightly clamped as she tries to wash away the acrid taste of bile, she gulps softly as she peers at the bottom of the ravine, sensing how her stomach continues to expand gradually from whatever is filling it while enduring abrupt sharp pinches from within her bowels as more loot gets pushed into her erratically spasming intestines as well. ‘Haa… there’s really no way out of this, I’ve already bloated too much and I doubt this bridge would stay together if I tried to drag my tummy out of this hole it made – ack, it has even sagged further down!’ she mutters while her tail twists anxiously around the rope railing and her cheeks continue to feel embarrassingly warm while she repeatedly checks out her ponderous girth. In the meantime the bridge groans and creaks threateningly every time she carefully shifts weight between her paws, the noises sending nervous shivers down her spine… but also adding to the warm euphoric feeling she’s had for a while now. ‘I guess I should've seen this coming! Always taking more risks and having eyes bigger than my stomach, and now my tummy’s finally going to pay the price for it… ooh, this bulging cat stomach’s really going to explode when it hits those rocks down there!’ she continues her audible monologue, mewling hastily when the bridge unexpectedly jerks a bit sideways due to the railing snapping on one side. ‘N-not going to take long now, it – gulp – seems! Aaah… I’m going to throw up… too late now! Gurk – can’t believe someone else is going to loot my guts and I won’t be seeing it – ‘ Her tense shuffling and griping is cut short however when she suddenly feels the plank under her forepaws begin to sink as it starts to crack right next to the support rope, giving her barely enough time to slam them on the next one over before it breaks completely with splinters and frayed bits of rope raining down as it swings down to be left dangling from one end – whereas Feligris is left perilously stretched out over the gap with her claws frantically digging into the soft weathered surface on both sides as the great mass and girth of her stuffed belly sways slowly in the air. ‘Ack! Didn’t realize my belly weighted this much, can’t hold – eeep – on for long!’ Right after her panicked exclamation, tense silence follows as she apprehensively watches the continued slow crumbling of the weathered ropes and bleached planks – audible hiccuping and swallowing soon randomly breaking the eerie quietness as pressure on her stomach lining gradually intensifies from the ongoing ballooning of her belly due to its expanding contents. Shivers of fear and excitement pass through her spine as she becomes acutely aware on how her overly distended midsection seems doomed either way, from its contents expanding beyond her capacity or from it hitting the rough stone below hard enough to split apart in an instant. The latter becoming reality very abruptly when the plank she’s hanging on for dear life with her forepaws begins to get wrenched out of the loop of moldy rope which supports it from one end, all while Feligris can only watch with bated breath as her aching limbs are already over-extended and her over-distended belly hangs well under the bridge anyhow with no way to lift it atop the planking. Her final frantic scrambling to grab onto something else only speeds things up until the plank unceremoniously flips out from under her forepaws and the one behind her partially shatters when the weight of her belly pulls her straight down through the opening with one last panicked yowl when she enters freefall. Waah! My stomach! runs through her mind during the few seconds she takes to plunge to the bottom of the chasm with her legs flailing wildly and long tail fluttering above her – the earlier embarrassing warm thrill over her deadly predicament washing over her briefly one last time before her underbelly impacts the ground hard, eliciting a shrill scream from her which echoes through the chasm. Within a split second agony shoots through Feligris’ enormously gorged midsection as if a giant has punched her in the belly, her furry sides bulging out in an instant as her stomach flattens and flares out to all directions from the impact – splitting open nearly instantaneously along with Feligris’ hide so that a wet mess of thick brown substance mixed with miscellaneous items spills forth with an audible splorch. And the excruciating burning flash of her belly rupturing ends up being the last thing Feligris feels before the combination of shock and hitting hard rock knocks her out of good, leaving her to expire in a relatively short order in a large pool of lightly digested stomach contents, bile and blood, with scavengers eventually arriving to pick on the remains like she envisioned earlier… The End.
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Story: Greedy feline It had been a particularly productive night, raiding the old abandoned factory complex which had become so overrun by the lush forest around it that bipedal scavengers would’ve been hard pressed to make headway in the confusing hedge of crumbling buildings, trees, and thick vines even during daylight hours – however as a large quadrupedal feline Feligris had found it easy to slip in by climbing and jumping until she’d been able to hit the maintenance areas for valuable tools and the warehouse for stock which never left the building before the end came suddenly. What had been difficult even for her however had been extracting herself from the area once she saw the first light of dawn, given how due to her desire to travel light on the way to any targets she had eschewed any saddlebags or other ways to carry loot on her, in favour of scooping up everything into her maw and down her gullet into her stomach and guts which she’d used as convenient even if uncomfortable loot bags before. Albeit she’d never gone as far as last night when she’d been devouring any valuable looking loot almost frantically until she’d felt like puking, after which she had still forced herself to ingest some more until sudden pains within her overly distended belly had compelled her to leave it. Leaving certainly hadn’t been easy as her ground-dragging gut had been almost impossible to squeeze through the maze she had navigated with ease earlier, but she’d somehow managed it and was now well on her back to her scavenger group’s HQ where she’d be helped to offload the awkwardly heavy cargo in her strained and protesting stomach. But that’s still a long way ahead as she shrewdly decides to take a longer rarely travelled side route instead of the rather busy direct route to the HQ. ‘Eeep, didn’t think it’d be this hard to – hurk – get through here, this really hasn’t seen much traffic since we mapped it few years ago, but that’s just good since I doubt no-one bothers to camp along the way either! I’d really hate for someone greedy to become curious about what I’ve eaten…’ she thinks out aloud with a tailflick as she laboriously pushes through weeds and bushes which have all but covered the already narrow path – at least it’s relatively flat given how she’s constantly forced to kind of slide her swollen belly forward due to how low it sags. Thankfully, the rising sun illuminating the forest floor through the thick canopy makes it easier to stay on the path given how it all but disappears at spots and splits into false forks into nowhere. ‘… not that there wouldn’t be a way for me to – mreooww – accidentally tumble into a hidden chasm or fall of a cliff in this forsaken jungle if I strayed off the path, can’t see my own nose through these bushes… eeep, just to think how easily my belly would split open if it took a good blow!’ she continues her musing after pausing her trek for a moment to gather her bearings and to catch her breath as a wave of nausea caused by the constant jostling of her stomach contents passes through her, inadvertently blushing briefly at her own thoughts once she continues. Mrurr – I’m glad there’s no-one to see or hear me out here, I can have my fantasies of accidentally bursting my poor aching stomach which I’ve again stuffed so full I feel I’m going to throw up something every third step – hrrnn, it’d be so deadly for that to happen out here but I can’t help it… she ponders silently and blushes again as her teats which peek through the fur of her taut hide, harden to the point where she meeps quietly when leaves and twigs brush over them. After all she’d specifically joined the scavenger guild she’s part of since they didn’t bat an eyelid over her unusual looting methods or the need to her her disgorge her loot after returning, something which also secretly aroused her thanks to how roughly her belly needed to be handled for it. And even now the complications of hauling her heavy loot-stuffed midsection through the overgrown path amid stomach aches and intestinal cramps makes her thrilled, although also frustrated over how little headway she’s making and how her girth seems to be increasingly slowly but steadily – but thankfully the familiar sight of a rickety suspension bridge over a dry ravine greets her, telling that she’s past the halfway point of her trip. However as she approaches she feels more apprehensive than relieved as the tension within her aching guts is clearly worse than an hour ago and it’s clearly even harder to walk, hence she pauses again at the end of the bridge to let her eyes pass over it while she lets out an acidic belch. ‘Not looking as good as last time, not that it felt very safe then either… but maybe it’ll still take my weight!’ she comments before taking the first tentative step onto the bridge. Despite her optimism it soon becomes clear that crossing will be dangerous as the weathered and cracked planks creak loudly under the weight of her paws and the whole bridge begins to sway uncomfortably, all while her swollen belly has gotten to the point that she’s forced to start kicking herself forward with her underbelly dragging over the planks and ramming into them every time she takes a small leap forward. Ergh, isn’t much left now even if it’s uphill, really have to stop and figure out what’s bloating me – I bet my belly would pop like a water balloon if I fell down! she idly ponders with her tail quivering reflexively from the thought as she struggles to shift her now rather loudly gurgling distended midsection along the incline – and then it happens. Just as she’s shoving herself forward another half-step with her hind claws digging into the planks, there’s abruptly a loud crack which is followed by second and third in rapid succession, the noise and the immediate brief sensation of being yanked downwards eliciting a startled yowl from her. But seconds later once she’s over the initial shock, she finds herself still standing on the bridge, albeit with a fair bit more pressure on her paws and mass pulling down on her back, making it rather easy for her to realize her overly full belly has broken through the flimsy bridge deck, with her underbelly well under it and the round form as a whole precariously wedged between the planks at the edges of the new hole. As she gauges her situation with her neck craned as far as it goes, her ears quickly perk from the sound of wood pieces hitting the bottom and her thoughts begin to race – It’s not a deep ravine but I’ll still burst like a tick at this height! – whereas her tail deftly wraps around one of the weathered ropes making up the railing. Although she’s not hopeful about getting out of her sudden predicament, she nevertheless strains her hindlegs to push herself forward – only to be rewarded with a sudden bout of nausea which makes her heave and retch quite noisily, her cheeks bulging from half-digested mass rising up her esophagus before she’s able to start forcing it back down. Nyaaah! So great! Now you’re really in a pinch, you greedy kitty with your big stomach… why’d I have to insist on eating so many of those ration packages too, they must have failed and begun to bloat me! With her blushing cheeks still bulging and maw tightly clamped as she tries to wash away the acrid taste of bile, she gulps softly as she peers at the bottom of the ravine, sensing how her stomach continues to expand gradually from whatever is filling it while enduring abrupt sharp pinches from within her bowels as more loot gets pushed into her erratically spasming intestines as well. ‘Haa… there’s really no way out of this, I’ve already bloated too much and I doubt this bridge would stay together if I tried to drag my tummy out of this hole it made – ack, it has even sagged further down!’ she mutters while her tail twists anxiously around the rope railing and her cheeks continue to feel embarrassingly warm while she repeatedly checks out her ponderous girth. In the meantime the bridge groans and creaks threateningly every time she carefully shifts weight between her paws, the noises sending nervous shivers down her spine… but also adding to the warm euphoric feeling she’s had for a while now. ‘I guess I should've seen this coming! Always taking more risks and having eyes bigger than my stomach, and now my tummy’s finally going to pay the price for it… ooh, this bulging cat stomach’s really going to explode when it hits those rocks down there!’ she continues her audible monologue, mewling hastily when the bridge unexpectedly jerks a bit sideways due to the railing snapping on one side. ‘N-not going to take long now, it – gulp – seems! Aaah… I’m going to throw up… too late now! Gurk – can’t believe someone else is going to loot my guts and I won’t be seeing it – ‘ Her tense shuffling and griping is cut short however when she suddenly feels the plank under her forepaws begin to sink as it starts to crack right next to the support rope, giving her barely enough time to slam them on the next one over before it breaks completely with splinters and frayed bits of rope raining down as it swings down to be left dangling from one end – whereas Feligris is left perilously stretched out over the gap with her claws frantically digging into the soft weathered surface on both sides as the great mass and girth of her stuffed belly sways slowly in the air. ‘Ack! Didn’t realize my belly weighted this much, can’t hold – eeep – on for long!’ Right after her panicked exclamation, tense silence follows as she apprehensively watches the continued slow crumbling of the weathered ropes and bleached planks – audible hiccuping and swallowing soon randomly breaking the eerie quietness as pressure on her stomach lining gradually intensifies from the ongoing ballooning of her belly due to its expanding contents. Shivers of fear and excitement pass through her spine as she becomes acutely aware on how her overly distended midsection seems doomed either way, from its contents expanding beyond her capacity or from it hitting the rough stone below hard enough to split apart in an instant. The latter becoming reality very abruptly when the plank she’s hanging on for dear life with her forepaws begins to get wrenched out of the loop of moldy rope which supports it from one end, all while Feligris can only watch with bated breath as her aching limbs are already over-extended and her over-distended belly hangs well under the bridge anyhow with no way to lift it atop the planking. Her final frantic scrambling to grab onto something else only speeds things up until the plank unceremoniously flips out from under her forepaws and the one behind her partially shatters when the weight of her belly pulls her straight down through the opening with one last panicked yowl when she enters freefall. Waah! My stomach! runs through her mind during the few seconds she takes to plunge to the bottom of the chasm with her legs flailing wildly and long tail fluttering above her – the earlier embarrassing warm thrill over her deadly predicament washing over her briefly one last time before her underbelly impacts the ground hard, eliciting a shrill scream from her which echoes through the chasm. Within a split second agony shoots through Feligris’ enormously gorged midsection as if a giant has punched her in the belly, her furry sides bulging out in an instant as her stomach flattens and flares out to all directions from the impact – splitting open nearly instantaneously along with Feligris’ hide so that a wet mess of thick brown substance mixed with miscellaneous items spills forth with an audible splorch. And the excruciating burning flash of her belly rupturing ends up being the last thing Feligris feels before the combination of shock and hitting hard rock knocks her out of good, leaving her to expire in a relatively short order in a large pool of lightly digested stomach contents, bile and blood, with scavengers eventually arriving to pick on the remains like she envisioned earlier… The End.
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Story: Greedy feline It had been a particularly productive night, raiding the old abandoned factory complex which had become so overrun by the lush forest around it that bipedal scavengers would’ve been hard pressed to make headway in the confusing hedge of crumbling buildings, trees, and thick vines even during daylight hours – however as a large quadrupedal feline Feligris had found it easy to slip in by climbing and jumping until she’d been able to hit the maintenance areas for valuable tools and the warehouse for stock which never left the building before the end came suddenly. What had been difficult even for her however had been extracting herself from the area once she saw the first light of dawn, given how due to her desire to travel light on the way to any targets she had eschewed any saddlebags or other ways to carry loot on her, in favour of scooping up everything into her maw and down her gullet into her stomach and guts which she’d used as convenient even if uncomfortable loot bags before. Albeit she’d never gone as far as last night when she’d been devouring any valuable looking loot almost frantically until she’d felt like puking, after which she had still forced herself to ingest some more until sudden pains within her overly distended belly had compelled her to leave it. Leaving certainly hadn’t been easy as her ground-dragging gut had been almost impossible to squeeze through the maze she had navigated with ease earlier, but she’d somehow managed it and was now well on her back to her scavenger group’s HQ where she’d be helped to offload the awkwardly heavy cargo in her strained and protesting stomach. But that’s still a long way ahead as she shrewdly decides to take a longer rarely travelled side route instead of the rather busy direct route to the HQ. ‘Eeep, didn’t think it’d be this hard to – hurk – get through here, this really hasn’t seen much traffic since we mapped it few years ago, but that’s just good since I doubt no-one bothers to camp along the way either! I’d really hate for someone greedy to become curious about what I’ve eaten…’ she thinks out aloud with a tailflick as she laboriously pushes through weeds and bushes which have all but covered the already narrow path – at least it’s relatively flat given how she’s constantly forced to kind of slide her swollen belly forward due to how low it sags. Thankfully, the rising sun illuminating the forest floor through the thick canopy makes it easier to stay on the path given how it all but disappears at spots and splits into false forks into nowhere. ‘… not that there wouldn’t be a way for me to – mreooww – accidentally tumble into a hidden chasm or fall of a cliff in this forsaken jungle if I strayed off the path, can’t see my own nose through these bushes… eeep, just to think how easily my belly would split open if it took a good blow!’ she continues her musing after pausing her trek for a moment to gather her bearings and to catch her breath as a wave of nausea caused by the constant jostling of her stomach contents passes through her, inadvertently blushing briefly at her own thoughts once she continues. Mrurr – I’m glad there’s no-one to see or hear me out here, I can have my fantasies of accidentally bursting my poor aching stomach which I’ve again stuffed so full I feel I’m going to throw up something every third step – hrrnn, it’d be so deadly for that to happen out here but I can’t help it… she ponders silently and blushes again as her teats which peek through the fur of her taut hide, harden to the point where she meeps quietly when leaves and twigs brush over them. After all she’d specifically joined the scavenger guild she’s part of since they didn’t bat an eyelid over her unusual looting methods or the need to her her disgorge her loot after returning, something which also secretly aroused her thanks to how roughly her belly needed to be handled for it. And even now the complications of hauling her heavy loot-stuffed midsection through the overgrown path amid stomach aches and intestinal cramps makes her thrilled, although also frustrated over how little headway she’s making and how her girth seems to be increasingly slowly but steadily – but thankfully the familiar sight of a rickety suspension bridge over a dry ravine greets her, telling that she’s past the halfway point of her trip. However as she approaches she feels more apprehensive than relieved as the tension within her aching guts is clearly worse than an hour ago and it’s clearly even harder to walk, hence she pauses again at the end of the bridge to let her eyes pass over it while she lets out an acidic belch. ‘Not looking as good as last time, not that it felt very safe then either… but maybe it’ll still take my weight!’ she comments before taking the first tentative step onto the bridge. Despite her optimism it soon becomes clear that crossing will be dangerous as the weathered and cracked planks creak loudly under the weight of her paws and the whole bridge begins to sway uncomfortably, all while her swollen belly has gotten to the point that she’s forced to start kicking herself forward with her underbelly dragging over the planks and ramming into them every time she takes a small leap forward. Ergh, isn’t much left now even if it’s uphill, really have to stop and figure out what’s bloating me – I bet my belly would pop like a water balloon if I fell down! she idly ponders with her tail quivering reflexively from the thought as she struggles to shift her now rather loudly gurgling distended midsection along the incline – and then it happens. Just as she’s shoving herself forward another half-step with her hind claws digging into the planks, there’s abruptly a loud crack which is followed by second and third in rapid succession, the noise and the immediate brief sensation of being yanked downwards eliciting a startled yowl from her. But seconds later once she’s over the initial shock, she finds herself still standing on the bridge, albeit with a fair bit more pressure on her paws and mass pulling down on her back, making it rather easy for her to realize her overly full belly has broken through the flimsy bridge deck, with her underbelly well under it and the round form as a whole precariously wedged between the planks at the edges of the new hole. As she gauges her situation with her neck craned as far as it goes, her ears quickly perk from the sound of wood pieces hitting the bottom and her thoughts begin to race – It’s not a deep ravine but I’ll still burst like a tick at this height! – whereas her tail deftly wraps around one of the weathered ropes making up the railing. Although she’s not hopeful about getting out of her sudden predicament, she nevertheless strains her hindlegs to push herself forward – only to be rewarded with a sudden bout of nausea which makes her heave and retch quite noisily, her cheeks bulging from half-digested mass rising up her esophagus before she’s able to start forcing it back down. Nyaaah! So great! Now you’re really in a pinch, you greedy kitty with your big stomach… why’d I have to insist on eating so many of those ration packages too, they must have failed and begun to bloat me! With her blushing cheeks still bulging and maw tightly clamped as she tries to wash away the acrid taste of bile, she gulps softly as she peers at the bottom of the ravine, sensing how her stomach continues to expand gradually from whatever is filling it while enduring abrupt sharp pinches from within her bowels as more loot gets pushed into her erratically spasming intestines as well. ‘Haa… there’s really no way out of this, I’ve already bloated too much and I doubt this bridge would stay together if I tried to drag my tummy out of this hole it made – ack, it has even sagged further down!’ she mutters while her tail twists anxiously around the rope railing and her cheeks continue to feel embarrassingly warm while she repeatedly checks out her ponderous girth. In the meantime the bridge groans and creaks threateningly every time she carefully shifts weight between her paws, the noises sending nervous shivers down her spine… but also adding to the warm euphoric feeling she’s had for a while now. ‘I guess I should've seen this coming! Always taking more risks and having eyes bigger than my stomach, and now my tummy’s finally going to pay the price for it… ooh, this bulging cat stomach’s really going to explode when it hits those rocks down there!’ she continues her audible monologue, mewling hastily when the bridge unexpectedly jerks a bit sideways due to the railing snapping on one side. ‘N-not going to take long now, it – gulp – seems! Aaah… I’m going to throw up… too late now! Gurk – can’t believe someone else is going to loot my guts and I won’t be seeing it – ‘ Her tense shuffling and griping is cut short however when she suddenly feels the plank under her forepaws begin to sink as it starts to crack right next to the support rope, giving her barely enough time to slam them on the next one over before it breaks completely with splinters and frayed bits of rope raining down as it swings down to be left dangling from one end – whereas Feligris is left perilously stretched out over the gap with her claws frantically digging into the soft weathered surface on both sides as the great mass and girth of her stuffed belly sways slowly in the air. ‘Ack! Didn’t realize my belly weighted this much, can’t hold – eeep – on for long!’ Right after her panicked exclamation, tense silence follows as she apprehensively watches the continued slow crumbling of the weathered ropes and bleached planks – audible hiccuping and swallowing soon randomly breaking the eerie quietness as pressure on her stomach lining gradually intensifies from the ongoing ballooning of her belly due to its expanding contents. Shivers of fear and excitement pass through her spine as she becomes acutely aware on how her overly distended midsection seems doomed either way, from its contents expanding beyond her capacity or from it hitting the rough stone below hard enough to split apart in an instant. The latter becoming reality very abruptly when the plank she’s hanging on for dear life with her forepaws begins to get wrenched out of the loop of moldy rope which supports it from one end, all while Feligris can only watch with bated breath as her aching limbs are already over-extended and her over-distended belly hangs well under the bridge anyhow with no way to lift it atop the planking. Her final frantic scrambling to grab onto something else only speeds things up until the plank unceremoniously flips out from under her forepaws and the one behind her partially shatters when the weight of her belly pulls her straight down through the opening with one last panicked yowl when she enters freefall. Waah! My stomach! runs through her mind during the few seconds she takes to plunge to the bottom of the chasm with her legs flailing wildly and long tail fluttering above her – the earlier embarrassing warm thrill over her deadly predicament washing over her briefly one last time before her underbelly impacts the ground hard, eliciting a shrill scream from her which echoes through the chasm. Within a split second agony shoots through Feligris’ enormously gorged midsection as if a giant has punched her in the belly, her furry sides bulging out in an instant as her stomach flattens and flares out to all directions from the impact – splitting open nearly instantaneously along with Feligris’ hide so that a wet mess of thick brown substance mixed with miscellaneous items spills forth with an audible splorch. And the excruciating burning flash of her belly rupturing ends up being the last thing Feligris feels before the combination of shock and hitting hard rock knocks her out of good, leaving her to expire in a relatively short order in a large pool of lightly digested stomach contents, bile and blood, with scavengers eventually arriving to pick on the remains like she envisioned earlier… The End.
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Pump Puffer Soon on Android & iOs!
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The beegirl got suddenly turned into a cuddly plushie! What a tragedy, whatever will you do? Hehe, this was quite fun to draw, im not gonna lie! though my shading is still inadaquate in my eyes if im gonna be honest ^w^; I still hope you all enjoy! Boys, girls, and everyone else! With tons of love! -Big Sis Sar
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No shoe is safe from paws especially the mix of Lightning paws and converse Art by :iconjazzax:
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Mewtwo Mystery Mess - Page 30 And BOOM goes the dynamite! And that's that! Thanks everyone for following this, nothing left to do but pull ourselves together again and clean up/pay for structural damages :D
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Swelling spores [Popping/implied] careful, some shrooms aren't safe to eat.
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Scrapawatt **CW: inflation, popping, audio** When fantastical monsters from different IPs get together things get weird, really fast 😂 Sound edit for AreoAnts's excellent animation they made a while ago of a Galvantula using illegal battle tactics against this Scarawatt, enjoy!
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Scrapawatt (Animation) A small trade with one EmilWolfe (more active on Twitter), in which a Galvantula proved that there's only ever room for ONE electric bug in this here town of monsters.
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Rouge the Trickster Oh rouge!
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old art Halloween Balloon 07 Definitely will focus more on the pops in my future work, I always used to do bear minimum cause I wanted to finish the comic, but the pop is the most important part honestly. So now a days I definitely try to focus on pieces flying off and trash falling everywhere. I also need to do a aftermath page as well. I tend not to showcase the damage and how my body is flattening or raining down in the mess. Think that is just as important as a pop.
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old art Halloween Balloon 06 Sorry got distracted for a bit! Maybe cause I popped! Ha ha...Ha.. maybe.
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Oops! got a little too big...
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Sharp stones [POPPING ver.] YCH for Walter001 Walter001
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Gay ass sketch page. Working to improve my art, so please, share constructive criticism
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Finished kinktober for Kurisu!
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Finally done, sorry for the wait. Story The fox carefully walked his way over to the new cow, his PredFriend was beeping from the shot of every step. It would only take falling over or some other accident for the fox's stomach to rupture and spill Anne's milk and his guts onto the grass. Maybe he should waddle over to his bed and not worry about the extra two gallons, but, temptation is a word for a reason. The cow saw him before he even got close, wondering what that steady beeping was. The fox was clearly struggling to move with well over 100 pounds of delicious white fluid in his belly, but he managed to make it to the cow and lean on her a little as he panted. "Ahhh, ahhh, Hello there! Oof! What's your name?" The cow just looked at him with her right eye more. "Uhhh, Dannie. Why? Hey, fox, are you pregnant?" "Oh, no, I'm not pregnant, I just like drinking milk!" His belly growled, the stomach was contracting on the oversized liquid meal it had no business holding. The fox continued after a few breaths, "I see you need milking, do you mind if I take only two gallons from you, Dannie?" The cow glared at his belly, then looked up to his eyes slowly. She only jerked her head backwards, indicating it was ok for the fox to take from her udder. She warned him in a sarcastic tone before moving, "Careful, fox, I'll step forwards and bring my udder to you, I don't want you working too hard!" The cow lumbered forwards as the fox supported his own weight before he sat down as gently as he could. *Beeeeeeep!* His heavy belly hit the ground and the PredFriend freaked out for a moment. The fox groaned, "Grrrr, owww..." He rubbed his tummy with a small circle over the huge ball, and began to lay back. "What is that beeping, fox? Do you think I'm so fat that I need a warning sound when reversing?" "Oh no, I don't! That was my PredFriend. It lets me know when my stomach is full and that beeping lets me know when my stomach is in danger." "Danger?" "Yeah, I love overeating but, I'm paranoid. I got this because I'm afraid my stomach might burst if I don't stop. Having a full belly really drives me wild and I'm not always safe with my habits... I'm sure it will never happen though, I've never heard of it! But not everybody can eat as much as me~" The fox smiled and licked his lips thinking about all the trouble he's gotten into in the past; eating a wedding cake, vomiting at a pie eating contest, last year spending all night eating pizzas and then having that sweetheart Anne walk in on him while his belly was swollen and twitching from trying to digest that cheesy burden, and going to the hospital after swallowing eggs as a dare where the eggs started to crack inside his pregnant stomach and after the nurse put her hand on his squishy belly he puked all this yolky goop down her cleavage... to name a FEW situations! Of course, he helped clean the nurse up and apologized profusely for that insidious bath. Dannie's udder overshadowed the fox's head, and the fox put his hands on her udder and rubbed it with respect and instant affection. His hands were warm against her because they were so busy cradled under his hot, active belly for so long. The fox took care to not spend too much time admiring the udder, that supreme form of production-focused breast, and he started to relieve the pressure inside her milk ducts. He put his mouth to her right-rear teat and started sucking. Milk flowed into the back of his throat and he had to force against his reflexes to swallow it. The gag was denied as his throat muscles palpitated and squeezed the shots of liquid down into his towering belly. After about a gallon, his PredFriend gave a steady tone, and he knew that was time to switch the teat! He pulled away, "Thanks, Dannie~" He said before he latched into the rear-left teat and gave it the same treatment. His belly was really starting to hurt and the PredFriend started giving a pulse of beeps with each swallow. Ohhh, this would so be worth the bellyache! 'I'll do this tomorrow too! Heaven knows by the end of the year I might start eating people if I train this hard!' he thought to himself. The weight of the milk was really starting to put a lot of weight on his rubs as his stomach stretched out with yet more room for the milk, and the muscles and skin on the bottom of the fox's belly near his hips and crotch started to get sore. This was new, this was good! "Oommmhh" The fox moaned from the pain, and was starting to get another erection. Just as he reached his hand down- FWOMP! Dannie's udder had been pressed down on hos face, and he couldn't get out from under it! That cow was up to something! The fox did gag this time, but even a willing throat couldn't stop the stream of milk from flowing into the esophagus. "MMM! DAAGNII!" The fox tried to call out for the cow to let her know there was a problem, but she was the source of the problem! "What's wrong, canine? I thought you wanted my milk?" Her udder was getting a little warmer and the streams of cream became longer. Was this cow aroused from this? The PredFriend was beeping constantly in a manor as panicked as the fox was! He couldn't stop it. He had had more than two gallons and he was scared. His stomach groaned and sloshed from the milk in his belly. He just had to breathe and keep drinking, but the PredFriend kept reminding him he wasn't safe, as well as the stabbing pains along his belly from his bellybutton to his crotch. "MMMM!" The muffled scream meant nothing to Dannie. His belly balloned out as his stomach muscles were pushed to their limit of eleasticity. His belly had never been THIS big before, and he could feel the damage being done to him as each *slosh* was met with a tiny *Snap!* on one side of his belly or the other as the bands of his stomach muscles began to snap from the tension. His tummy gurgled and growled, his belly shivered from the spasms of the stomach trying to save itself. He couldn't vomit, and his intestines were too crushed to allow fluid in. The cow let out a moo to tease the fox. his PredFriend was screaming as hard as the fox wanted to and the screen was a solid red color. Dannie didn't stop, "Mooo~ How's your belly, fox?" His stomach made a *GLORP!* A squealed yip was muffled by her deadly udder. The fox didn't need the PredFriend to tell him that something was breaking with a series of muscular snaps that made the fox's fingers curl, more from the unique and unnatural sensation than the pain of it, and a *GLUSH!* *Beep-Beep! Internal rupture! Internal rupture!* "MOOOO!~ Hahaha!" She was so proud for some reason. It was less than 5 seconds of gulping after the fox's stomach ruptured that the weight of all that milk and the pressure of the new milk made the skin split, making the fox howl, "HMMMMMOOOWWWWWWLLLLMMM" His bnody shook from the recoil of the force, *SHRRRIP-SPLOOSH!* Dannie grinned as she felt her back end get soaked with fresh, warm breastmilk. She took a deep breath, her udder did it's work. She stood up and let out a sigh of victory as the fox's broken belly deflated. His broken stomach was still trying to vomit although nothing was left inside.... To be continued? Poor Loki, right? Maybe he gets revenge?
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Woosp's Parade Disaster (Comm) Oh yeah, I was still uploading these, wasn't I? Kinda got distracted by rethix getting a surprise kiss from a lamppost, you'd think the parade planners would've thought a bit harder about their route for something like this to happe- wait where is everyone
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Web of Blimps Yeah, a lil' more filler just for y'all, since I've been having the nastiest time getting myself to draw. Work kinda has a nasty habit of taking a lot of time from you. You'd think that, if the insect were just a big balloon, that taking a bite outta them would be easy, yeah? And in a way, you're right. But in this universe, what once is taken tends to be given back...
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Art Trade with AreoAnts Their half! We've been both gushing about the Lych in BTD6, so.. since it's the biggest blimp in the game so far.. why not push that fact? Though in this context, the opposing team found out that fire and balloons do mix and typically not end well.. so.. hot air balloon! Pushing and roaring with fire and swelling the slowed blimp till it pops-
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welp.. she didnt laid eggs fast enough? shes fine tho ///////////// wanna comn me? >>>> here
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I put way too much time into this. In response to a tweet by @skoll1e People that hate popping be like, "OMG ARE THEY DEAD?". No, they are aren't. They broke the laws of time and space and teleported to McDonalds. They're now having a nice meal consisting of chicken nuggets, a coke, and fries. The tiny pieces they left behind is just an illusion. Twitter archive://twitter.com/skoll1e/status/1408439513207218184
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I put way too much time into this. In response to a tweet by @skoll1e People that hate popping be like, "OMG ARE THEY DEAD?". No, they are aren't. They broke the laws of time and space and teleported to McDonalds. They're now having a nice meal consisting of chicken nuggets, a coke, and fries. The tiny pieces they left behind is just an illusion. Twitter archive://twitter.com/skoll1e/status/1408439513207218184
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Airborne August: Unbreakable Well guys, we did it. We finally got to the final day of Airborne "August". More than several months late, but better than never! And what better way to acknowledge it than by having ole' Flap swallow some helium? A tank for a missed day, that's the intent at least. ...what a shame he couldn't keep up, eh?
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Water bomb explode!
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Commission for poipole98
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Error forced the explosion and won't even clean up smh Link for those who want to see the post as its unviewable on Twitter, due to it being age filtered nitter.poast Tweet
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...And the "then some" in question
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Umbreon has a rather peculiar love life... Link for those who want to see this post outside of Twitter nitter.poast Media page Tweet
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:icondamekcritou: Trying on my shoes? Oh no we can't have that! Hope he enjoys being me now! Artwork by :iconfrodo0o:
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[R] Private inflation Part 2 (24_03_19) Request for BlackheartWhitesoul Little bit of shading, got that going for me which is nice.
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Legosi and Louis decided to take some weird pills they got at the black market and not read the warning XD. Now poor Jack is going to have to clean up there mess Commission for @LucusBejar
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BECK | BANG step4 Beck's not alien to the shape of a big filled belly, but he's never actually *inflated* it. So, there's always a first time for everything. Just gotta be careful not to push yourself! :]c
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BECK | BANG step3 Beck's not alien to the shape of a big filled belly, but he's never actually *inflated* it. So, there's always a first time for everything. Just gotta be careful not to push yourself! :]c
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BECK | BANG step2 Beck's not alien to the shape of a big filled belly, but he's never actually *inflated* it. So, there's always a first time for everything. Just gotta be careful not to push yourself! :]c
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this took so long to get working. first had to upscale, then had to combine the halves, convert to mp4, then back to gif..
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Maximum Report (POPPING ALT) cryeen loves his popping, indulging him in so
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Beetle Pheromones (5/7) Stomp stomp, shake yer beetle butt
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Full res since pic too big for f.a: https://files.catbox.moe/t9h2cf.png [Originally posted at patreon] Gush got trapped in Kirby's Dream Buffet somehow, yet this was nothing but bliss for him after seeing a nice, gigantic cake side to him, what he forgot about after consuming the delicious dessert, was his intolerance to lactose :3c 🐱🎈💥🥛 Oh and he also ate the sparkling stick, and we know what happens when fire and gas fuse lol This is prob one of my fav pics I've done. twt ver: https://twitter.com/Boyo71230387/status/1573425254726254593