Your little red moogle friend was a good laugh last night. Surprising he lasted the night given his size, but he drank his fair share and faired well. His laughter was memorable and it was funny to watch his staggered stumbling get picked up by his wings, dangling his wide hips about. You remember when he accidentally bumped into one of your friends and got stuck walking on the spot just barely lifted off the ground. Was hard to tell if he were just that drunk or doing it intentionally.

You also remember when he slumped against you for a moment towards the end of the night. His footsteps were heavier, but the dismal weight his of his body couldn't hide the sound of all those drinks packed away swaying his midriff. That red tum domed out, smooth and round. You do remember he drank a lot, but you don't remember seeing that much being downed. He looked fairly tired.. was it some moogle magic compressing his stomach? Spacial compression of some sort or...

No, it couldn't be. He didn't have a gut like that, and not that loud either. So loud, clear and active. Groaning, gurgling, like the contents were sloshing about of their own accord despite the tight grip of his gut. Though there's something else under all that thick liquid being mixed about, what is that? Is that... a moan? Something alive maybe?

Your eyes snap open, greeted by the heavy, drooping stomach of the red moogle, easily beyond what you expected, and those bumps and bulges have some heavier implications.


"Just lay there and relax, kupo. Everything went well. Your guests even cleaned up." His eyes half lidded, despite having been so active recently, a gaping yawn shows he's a slow morning person. "Don't worry about breakfast, or your friends, kupo." His gaze continues, blue eyes staring straight into yours as a small grin crosses his lips. "Breakfast for me, I mean. I'm sorted."

His wings flutter softly, seemingly pushing himself down to your bed. His gut glurps and blurbles, lowering further down, the weight dispersing across the matress and dragging you into the side of his gut until it finally comes to a rest. The red moogle props his chin up and giggles softly. "I hope you enjoyed, you're a great host. Maybe when all your friends come back, I'll invite you all over for a get-together. The least I can do for sharing so much with me, kupipo."


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I don't write much but here's a setting to go along with this, which was initially drawn to tease some cuties.

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