Decided to change it up - was on break, and wanted to do a quick drawing of a snakelady! Calling her... Nekhara! I dunno if I'll do more of her or what, but just enjoy!


Dinner with Nekhara!


The living room was warm, quiet, and filled with the steady, wet gurgle of a full belly at work.

Nekhara lounged across her oversized couch like a living monument. Her massive tail was coiled beneath her, stretching across the floor and looping lazily around the coffee table—where a few half-melted ice cream containers and one very empty pizza box lay forgotten.

Her belly, taut and immense, rose like a beanbag-sized hill in front of her, sloshing with every slow breath she took. The occasional soft blorp echoed through the room, betraying the slow churn of a heavy meal in progress.

The TV flickered with the glossy sheen of some dating show she wasn’t really watching—too busy savoring the slow, rhythmic churn deep in her gut. Nekhara gave her belly a gentle rub, relishing the thick squish it made on impact.

“Oomph~” she giggled, voice a low, seductive drawl with just a hint of fang, “I really maybe ate a bit TOO much..."

She adjusted her position, shifting a few feet of tail aside with a huff. The sheer weight of her gut forced her to scoot back into the cushions with both arms, causing another loud glrrrnnnn from below. The dome of her stomach wobbled, still heavy—still full.

She traced a polished claw along its curve. “You boys melted good~” she cooed, tilting her head back. "Though, your pickup lines could have used a bit of work~"

BWWWRRRRMMMMPH—

She let out a luxurious, cheeky belch that vibrated the windows and carried a definite aftertaste of tequila shots. A sly grin curled her lips, before she lazily adjusted the strap of her bikini pants—cowprint, of course. Bold black and white, stretched a little too tight across her ample chest.

“Ugh. Seriously?” she muttered, giving it an irritated tug. “This pair definitely fit before dinner...”

Her gaze drifted down to her belly and thighs with exaggerated accusation. It sloshed in reply, shifting as some last bit of movement settled deep within. She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, maybe stuffing that bachelorette party was a bit much...” She patted the side of her gut—fumpf, a soft slap against the heavy curve. Another belch built in her throat, rising like a warning rumble before it spilled out with a slow, bubbling growl. "I should probably message his girl that he won't be coming~"

BWUURRRRPPP~

She sighed, before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then lazily reached for her phone and snapped a selfie: her smug face, belly front and center, and bikini barely holding together.

The screen lit up with the flash, catching just the right angle: her eyes half-lidded, tongue just peeking out, cowprint clinging for dear life, and that heavy, overfed gut dominating the frame like a smug trophy. Nekhara smirked at the result, tapped a filter, and sent it off with a wink emoji.

She didn’t really need to add a caption.

The belly said it all. But beneath that, it was the message she typed on fattened claws...

Hey~ just wanted to let you know… He's not coming to that concert after all~ And I still have room for one more >;3~

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