If you felt like he should only GORGE and end up a fatass dog, this is that part.

Duke would let off a soft yawn as the light began to shine in his eyes. Blearily, he turned his head and stared at the clock to his side. 1 in the afternoon? Ugh, he'd slept in. Sure it was Sunday so he didn't have work tomorrow, but that was pretty late. Oh well, he slowly starts to recognize the color of the walls as his girlfriend's spare bedroom. Eh, he maybe didn't get lucky last night but she had been sweet enough to get him to bed.

He starts to lean up in bed, but finds he cant for some reason! His eyes snap open as he gazes upon a massive WALL of belly in front of him! Oh gosh, he presses his fingers into it. Canyons form around it as he eyes it with trepidation. What the HECK was Piper feeding him? Even if the nights had become a blur...he never remembered eating HALF this much!

It's a moment of logistical questioning as he stands up, barely able to keep from falling belly first against the floor as he takes heavy footfalls each step. GLOOSH, GLORSH, GLUNK. His face reddens as he realizes he sounds like a half empty watercooler being thrown around. Over two thirds of the weight on his person were from this gut, and he just had to bear it as he trudges forwards, desperately looking for Piper to chew out for feeding him so much.

It takes a moment to maneuver past the doorway, but when he gets to the living room the corpulent canine gasps. The whole room is full of clothes, scattered about the place and ripped to shreds! Had they had some sort of depraved night with others? No..he can't remember that at all as he glares down at his belly in flustered confusion. Where even was Piper or this hoard of now naked watchers who had helped stuff him all night long? He places a hand on the top of his massive belly like he was an expectant mother as a tiny "Urp" sounds from him, blowing out a sprinkle of orange powder on top of the pile of clothes in front of him on what was unmistakably Piper's shirt. Ugh, it was covered in something he definitely wouldn't touch.
Smacking his lips for a moment, the boy helplessly falls back on to the couch, which creaks under his current weight as brief flashes of him grabbing various people run through his mind. Did Piper have anything to do with that? Did this belly have anything to do with it??? A moment of terror runs through his mind as he debates...nah he definitely wouldn't...he COULDN'T have eaten her or anyone else. That substance she'd given her! THAT WAS IT. He leans back on the couch, rubbing his massive belly with satisfaction. He'd figured out she was a fan of his belly, so she probably bolted to go get more of the stuff. Happily, he glances over towards the kitchen, spotting that there was indeed a huge bottle of the swirling black liquid there. A smirk forms on his lips at the thought. Sure, it probably wasn't helping him work out, he'd figured that much. But...maybe he could down a little more of the stuff to go surprise her later.

He lets off a tiny burp once more as he smacks his lips. Gosh, whatever that aftertaste was, it was probably the best thing she'd ever fed him! She'd have to make it for him again sometime~


AAAAAAAAAAAAAANother perfect comm by  dotto. Love her as always and my wonderful friend has let me use her catgirl in this. Their art is perfect as always and I had a blast writing this.

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