Gurgling, groaning sounds issue from the lizard's belly as he gains his feet, his gut hanging over his waist from its newfound mass. The reptile blows a long sigh, giving his stomach a pat and a rub before gingerly making his way to the tentflap again.
He makes his way through the camp, the other members of his band giving him knowing smirks while his stomach audibly churns and pulverizes you, powerful muscles sloshing around you as his digestive fluids do their work. It doesn't take long for the hard edges on his abdomen to give way, his belly soon jiggling more than bouncing as the thick, meaty slurry is pumped back through his guts. The mass of his bulging stomach shifts lower, a bit of extra blubber on his rear and stomach beyond the bubbling contents therein.
You aren't the first, and certainly aren't the last victim he'll have.
