Art by Prairie_Goblins :3 I wrote some short flavor to go along with it.

A wet gurgle reverberated through the sizable office, followed by a belch, the stuffed taur seated on the side of the room flicking a crumpled tie to the floor. Faint bulges, muffled by her thick grey fur, shifted in her large gut, which was smushed firmly against the floor, pressed so tightly that it bulged out slightly to either side. While it was hard to tell precisely who or what was packed inside it, the various articles of business casual clothing littering the ground amidst scattered and crumpled reports were probably a bit of a clue.

The wolf's own attire was in slight disarray, with her bloated upper stomach unable to fit beneath her shirt. At least her suit jacket still fit. Resting a paw on the side of her middle, she squeezed lightly, but the heavy weight inside did not sink. There just wasn't enough clearance between her belly and the ground.

Undeterred, she concluded her presentation in a slightly lower voice, only nominally trying to compete with the gross noises bubbling up from her innards. "And /that/ is how we do more with less." A feeble kick lurched inside her lower belly, but the taur paid it little mind, swallowing a mild hiccup. Clearly, her audience was not enjoying being squashed together inside her increasingly active digestive system.

Not that Kenzie much cared what they thought. This was over half a dozen salaries she was saving the company already. Besides, even an employee who added no value to the /business/ could still add plenty of 'value' to her fat gut.

/Urrrp.../

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