Waking up on the floor of the Kitchen, with sticky fingers and several bottles stacked neatly beside her-Senko attempts to rise, only to realize the great weight pinned to her torso; an immense waterbed of a belly, which glorps and jostles forward when she forces herself into a sitting position. Her still fuzzy brain is having trouble discerning what’s going on, but somewhere in there she still knows she should be trying to get you out safely! Her stomach folds over her arms like an enormous water balloon when she tries to gather it up-the size smaller than she recalled it being, but still more than enough to reach the floor and impede her progress.

She makes it to the bathroom before falling on her stomach and passing out again, failing to realize as her charge’s liquid remains begin to drain into her bowels. Waking up a second time, to an uncomfortable pressure in her guts, the Fox rises more easily off her reduced stomach-now only hanging a little past her knees, instead of resting on the floor. Without thinking, she plants herself on the toilet-a migraine working it’s way through her skull, and intense cramping both causing her plenty undue distress. A combination of indigestion from the remaining tough parts of her “meal”, along with the thick and coarse materials of your clothing give her no end of trouble once she finally accomplishes her goal of evicting you from her bowels. Rancorously cursing you as she doubles over, gripping at the hefty gut resting on her lap, Senko forces what she can into the receptacle.

(Possibly) hours later, a harried fox stumbles out of the restroom, sore and-seemingly-having remembered herself, and the fact that she should be more upset about the responsibility factor in having spent the better part of her day shitting out her best friend, and not the difficulty of the act itself. Even if she can still feel several boney blockages stubbornly inch-worming their way towards release, alongside your infernal jeans. Even after the enormity of waste she forced into the toilet, her gut still hung down clear to her knees-the most of her body lithe as ever, if not for this fattened ball of pure pudge that likely weighed nearly triple the rest of her. Glaring at her potbelly as if it would somehow return her friend to her, the orb groaned ominously in defiance.

With a tired sigh of regret, and a hand on her back to steady herself, Senko waddled forward into your apartment dejectedly-unsure what she was to do, armed with the knowledge that she had somehow utterly failed to perform even the simplest of tasks without casualties...


And, I can actually include something of substance in the description! A snippet from the prompt/draftwork I gave DoS for a story I had them work on last month that should be done soonish~

Consider it a preview.

Done up by Schwoo! I love how squishy they make everything look~

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/schwoo/

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