As you're into My Hero Academia fandom, how do you see Fatgum in a vore scenario? What kind of pred do you think he can be? And, going into a "what if", if he was a villain, how would he act in terms of vore, for ya?
I prefer Fatgum in stuffing because, to be blunt, he's just waaaay too pure to ever eat anybody. Especially since his fat can be exhausted pretty quickly in a fight and then he'd be back to his Slimgum form. Now, that said, I think, given how indestructible his belly is for the most part, he COULD work for a safe vore scenario, like if he has someone who is just way too slippery to imprison in his belly fat like everyone else. That's the only instance wherein vore makes sense for him. He's huge enough that he COULD swallow most average-sized men whole, and his stomach is powerful enough to contain any who aren't Rappa.
As for an AU villain Fatgum, hard to say. I imagine he'd be very casual, but instead of keeping his prey stuck in his bellyfat like he does in canon, he just wolfs them down and taunts them much the same way as they struggle INSIDE of his giant tum as opposed to within the fat itself.
But I really can't imagine Fatgum as anything but a giant teddy bear without the character just being an entirely different character.
(Commission) Gun Run Fun (Kentaro Object Vore Fic)
This is a commission I did for @hopefulturtlefox which features my blubery frog man OC, Kentaro, in a mission to take down an entire outpost full of mercenaries, all to snag himself a shiny new weapon he can sell at a markup. And if you’re into really fat frog monsters who swallow objects and people whole and think they’re way funnier than they are, then ya came to the right place. :P
And for those wondering what Kentaro looks like, I’m working on his bio card now, but til then, you can see a drawing I did of him a while back here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36194961/
“Haven Lost.”
That was a phrase used by the military whenever an outpost or research station had been lost to their units. It could be for a number of reasons. Maybe natural disaster forced an emergency evacuation. Or maybe it was overrun by enemy insurgents and the site along with all the materials within was declared an acceptable loss. Now, under normal circumstances, soldiers are far more inclined to fight off insurgents then surrender their strongholds.
But there were a number of exceptions. Maybe the enemies were incredibly well equipped. Or, maybe the soldiers were dealing with humans and simply couldn't keep from getting overrun. Whatever the case may be, it meant the entire outpost, and every single piece of hardware and equipment left inside was up for grabs.
One such “haven” was an outpost overlooking the marshlands off the edge of the valley once called the “Swamp Kingdom.” It was a sizable base walled off by barbed wire fences with concrete bunkers and storage buildings scattered throughout. The base was used to monitor for smugglers or aquatic infiltrators and at every corner, there was a watch tower with a foglight scanning the open waters the marshes connected to.
Only, it wasn't the military standing on watch. It was a group of gun runners. They appeared to be American, all fitted with wannabe pseudo military duds, many dressed in bomber jackets, vests, fatigues and even wearing ski masks. Some rocked full body armor which did NOT match the duds they had on beneath the metal plates. One in particular even had a strange full-body suit, one covered in metal plates, with a helmet and full face visor, as well as what looked like a large energy cell on his back. He seemed to be the leader of the group, judging by the way everyone tensed up in his presence.
“She safe?” The leader of the mercs asked, his voice sounding mechanically filtered, due to his helmet. But it couldn't filter the hint of alertness in his voice.
One merc nodded back and said, “Locked up in a Lavenworth 9000, sir. Ain't no one openin' that sucker without your code.” There was a brief pause, then he added, “Still no word on the customers?”
The armored leader looked past his underling and off to the marshlands.
His crony looked off the distance with him for a moment, then stared back at the armored fiend.
“Should we be worried?”
Before the man could answer...
*KA-BLAM!!!*
A massive explosion from somewhere around the outpost startled both men. The blast was promptly followed by the sound of screaming and gunfire. Immediately, the mercenary rushed towards the source of the commotion. The leader, however, activated a panel on his wristpad, which promptly caused the pack on his back to hum audibly as a glowing purple aura emanated around his body armor. Grabbing his own rifle, the leader promptly joined the fray.
But while he and the others were distracted by the attack on the front end of the base, the merc on the marshland watchtower pointed his foglight at something moving within the swampy waters itself. It was a large creature, swimming just beneath the surface of the water, heading towards the outpost itself. Despite the chaos, the watchtower guardian pointed pointed his foglight on the being, causing it to sink even lower into the water before its presence could be made aware.
The man on tower wasn't buying it...
“Might have movement he-eeaAAAAUGH!!!”
Unfortunately for him, just as he was about to warn the others blasting away near the front of the outpost, a massive, pinky and slimy tendril flew out from the water, and splatted right against the mans vest-concealed chest. It took maybe a moment before it became apparent that the tendril was no tendril at all...but a giant frog-like tongue. A frog-tongue that immediately retracted with the man still stuck to the tip, flying straight into the water itself.
There was what sounded like a very brief scuffle, causing a series of bubbles to rise up from the waters depths, then nothing at all. Not until the creature rose up from the water, revealing himself in full now that the spotlights were clear.
The creature in question was a gigantic frogman known only as 'Kentaro.' He was WELL over twelve feet tall, sporting green rubbery flesh, with dark green splotches and a much lighter shade of green flesh that ran down from his lower jaw all the way down to his vast stomach. The frogman was huge in every sense of the word, both in height and sheer girth. In spite of his huge, plump hips, he was able to sport military-esque olive drab fatigue pants and black boots, as well as two black wristbands. The rest of his giant, flabby body was completely bare, simply because the most prominent feature of this creature, his GIANT belly was just far too large and pudgy to ever successfully be concealed behind a shirt or even a vest. Kentaro's gut was so huge that it alone was larger than the average adult male, both in height and sheer diameter, wobbling and jostling with the slightest of motions.
And from the look of his catch, it was about to get a little bigger, seeing as how the guard on the watchtowers legs were now idly dangling out of the fat frog creatures' mouth. There was a muffled shouting that was barely audible from within Kentaro's gullet itself, which, naturally, was a bit expanded around its catch, which Kentaro barely even seemed to notice. While his prey was still thrashing around and halfway down his throat, Kentaro's big yellow eyes shifted left and right. The man in his mouth was the only one still on guard thanks to his distraction doing just as he'd hoped. Kentaro grinned widely, baring his jagged fangs with wicked glee, before he dipped his head back and slurped up the rest of the guards lower body into his mouth.
*GLLUUUUUUULLLK!!!*
Kentaro's throat rippled as he dipped his head back and swallowed the rest of the guard down. His body slipped past his gullet, causing the frog monsters' rubbery throat to bulge outwards, but due to just how huge the beast was, it was the equivalent a grapefruit-sized lump traveling down Kentaro's throat all at once. Kentaro's fat belly bounced and sloshed slightly when his prey was carelessly deposited into his gut.
It wasn't long before he started thrashing around within the belly of the beast, causing smaller bulges to protrude from Kentaro's huge, soft, rubbery and blubbery gut. The whole of his belly wobbled a little bit, but only a little, simply due to how huge Kentaro was and how ridiculously FAT he was. All that struggling barely seemed to penetrate that thick layer of IMMENSE blubber...
Kentaro calmly patted the side of his immense, domed out stomach, making it ripple beneath his palm, which sank into that thick, fatty surface, as if he were kneading an immense bowl of dough. Then, a rather sloppy belch rumbled out of Kentaro's throat before he grinned and pulled himself up from the water.
“Showtime, baby...” Kentaro growled with anticipation. His voice was deep, grumbly and intimidating like the rest of his blubbery self. Though, the tone of his voice was less threatening and more eager for the “fun” he was about to have...
Elsewhere, the leader and his men were engaging in a firefight with unknown shooters from out of range, deep within the swamps. The outpost had various fuel drums scattered throughout the land used for fueling and refueling the trucks they had roaming in and out at any given moment. One fuel drum had been shot, prompting it to detonate and blow a giant hole through the perimeter wall.
As a result, to keep the insurgents from storming the place, the mercenaries had all converged on that spot to suppress the enemy. The two frontal watch towers attempted to shine their lights into the swamp to find the gunmen, but they continued turning up nothing. One crack in the air caused one of the mercenaries to drop to the ground dead. The others all aimed their rifles on where they thought the gunfire had come from, but there were no signs that they'd managed to hit anything at all.
Fed up, the leader, whose armor was still glowing and humming, ordered his men to stand down. He marched towards the front of exposed portion of wall that had been blown up mere moments earlier...and just stood there, holding out his arms, expectingly. There was silence in the air, until...
*KA-PROW!!!*
A crack in the air was followed by what sounded like sniper fire sending a high caliber round flying straight into the leaders' face. The bullet immediately veered back and flew downwards straight into the ground, as if being compelled by negative magnetic energy. Unknown to the shooter, the leader of the group was watching for the gunfire as he waited, and promptly pointed towards the far left side of the swamp.
“There! Past the marshes to the left!” The armored man declared.
And like clockwork, the group all opened fire on that location while the leader signaled for scouts to advance on the enemy position. The leader, growing fed up, headed back to one of the weapons caches, grabbed himself a grenade launcher, and immediately upon doing so...
“Cute costume, shrimp-o...” growled the voice of the hulking, tubby frog.
Slowly, the leader turned around and was immediately faced with the sight of that giant, rubbery, blubbery belly, swaying and jostling slightly from all the squirming. The sound of the armored mercenaries watchman crying out may have been muffled beneath immensely thick layers of blubber and churning, but not enough to drown out his voice. Kentaro just grinned down at the man and with a mighty thrust of his immensely thick hips, caused his huge blubbery boulder of a gut to sway back and BASH right into the armored mercenary leader. That giant wall of fat smacked so hard into the mans' armored body that he went flying back several feet, landing on his back while Kentaro slowly turned towards him, squirming belly jostling and swaying from all the commotion within.
He started to slowly advance towards the leader, grinning wickedly and patting his palm down on some of the smaller bulges just barely protruding from all that fat hanging from his gut. Slowly and sloppily, that thick, slimy tongue of his ran across his rubbery lips as he looked down at the leader, drumming his fingers atop his vast stomach with anticipation. Then, Kentaro simply asked, “So, where d'ya got her hidden, hm?”
When he got no response, Kentaro opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out at the armored man, but the leader was quick to sideroll out of the way of Kentaro's long, stretchy projectile-like tongue. He proved even quicker on the draw, aiming his grenade launcher at the fat monster and firing off a single grenade round.
But instead, the grenade to literally sank into that thick, soft layer of rubbery blubber. And once more, Kentaro thrusted his hips out with a wink, and caused his huge, fatty stomach to once again bounce outward, causing the grenade to shoot out from the surface of Kentaro's immense bellyfat and go flying right back at the sender. In this case, that was the armored mercenary leader...
*KAPLOW!!!!*
His armor prevented direct contact with the grenade, but it DIDN'T prevent the magnetic field from detonating the explosive anyway, blowing the armored fiend back and sending him flying into a crate; the generator on his back decimated as the aura faded away.
Kentaro rolled his eyes and muttered, “Idiot,” under his breath, no doubt, that second explosion catching the attention of the other 'idiots' distracted at the front of the outpost. However, he DID immediately perk up when he saw the leaders' grenade launcher dropped near his feet. Flicking his tongue out at the weapon, it flew towards his mouth, allowing Kentaro to snatch it midair without needing to bend over...
Juuuuust in time for him to draw aim at the advancing mercenaries who rushed in to check out the commotion.
“Heya, boys! Say hello to my lil friend 'ere!” Kentaro teased with a wicked grin before blasting away at a group of mercs. The ensuing explosion blew them all away before a single one could even get one shot off. Kentaro grinned gleefully, like a toddler in a toy store, practically cuddling his new grenade launcher. “Hohooooo...you'n me, kid, we're goin' places...”
The fat frog practically sauntered towards the front of the outpost where the mercenaries were still attempting to suppress the invaders. And almost carelessly, Kentaro pointed his grenade launcher at the group and blasted away. He whistled a tune joyously (off-key) as he fired one grenade round after the other, blowing up the watch towers (with the men still atop them) and taking out a number of mercs in the process.
Several had to retreat for cover, narrowing avoiding getting blown up while others were...not quite as fortunate. One of the braver mercenaries charged at Kentaro, drawing his shotgun in the process.
After running dry of grenade rounds, however, Kentaro chucked his now empty grenade launcher right at the face of the incoming assailant. This caused the man to stumble back just long enough for Kentaro to flick his tongue out and snatch the merc's shotgun right out of his hands. Like before, Kentaro snatched the shotgun out of the air as it retracted towards his mouth, pointed it at the merc with one hand like one would a mere pistol, and pulled the trigger...
*BLAM!!!!*
The merc's body went flying back with a gaping hole in his chest while Kentaro continued whistling his merry tune (terribly) and twirling the shotgun by the trigger around his index finger. Doing so caused it to accidentally fire into the ground, startling Kentaro as he looked around nervously and held the shotgun up. “...Okay, no shotty jugglin', got it...” the frog muttered to himself before clearing his throat, smirking and advancing towards the group.
Back at the second blast site, the armored mercenary roused from the ground and oh so slowly staggered himself up to his feet. The EM field that generator on his back produced was gone, leaving him vulnerable once more to bullets. He could hear the destruction Kentaro's attack was causing to the outpost and, rather desperately, he rushed towards one of the main barracks. It was becoming clearer and clearer to him that his 'clients' weren't coming.
So, if the leader of the group couldn't sell “her,” he'd at least get some use out of “her.”
After blasting another foe and sending him flying, Kentaro flicked out his tongue and snatched a second merc, which caused him to go flying right into Kentaro's slimy, stinking mouth.
But rather than swallow him down like the current occupant still stuck in his putrid belly, or just save face and bite down on him, Kentaro instead wrapped his tongue around the man's throat. He then proceeded to spin his head around in the air and lurch it towards the mercs in his way. Doing so caused his tongue to swing around like a flail! Only instead of a giant metal ball at the end of a chain, it was a full grown man at the end of Kentaro's tongue, being used to batter against the other mercenaries.
They didn't stand a chance. The massive, chubby frog had a hundred ninety pound flail smashing into the goons before throwing his head back and lobbing his catch several feet into the air and crashing down into one of the ammo crates. Kentaro grinned, slapping his hands down upon his blubber-laden dome of a gut, sloshing it heavily and causing his prey to tumble about within his thick stomach lining.
“Hehe, how's it feel bein' part'uh the winnin' team fer once?” He teased, heaving his belly high in his grasp, causing it to emit a thick, squelching sound, as if Kentaro were carrying hundreds of pounds of putty in his hands at once. Then, the beast heaved his gut even higher and let it slap down onto the ground, bouncing heavily with his prey still trapped inside, hitting his body against the front of Kentaro's stomach lining and causing a mild indent of his torso to press out from the surface of that impossibly fat surface. Kentaro just snickered and slapped that indent within his belly to force the man to go toppling back into place. “Eh, probably didn't get the joke anyway...” he said dismissively.
His teasing was interrupted when several bullets whizzed past him. The frog yelped suddenly, causing his body to jiggle and slosh from the sudden motions, and immediately, he proceeded to bolt for cover behind a concrete bunker, adding, “Seriously?! How the hell d'ya miss a target so huge?!”
...The sad part was, that was a genuinely valid question...
Kentaro looked around for any nearby weapons he could use to even the score as bullets tore through the concrete, causing debris to go blasting out from the structure. He knew inside the bunker itself was a mounted turret gun, one that could very easily make quick work of his would-be attackers. The problem, however, was that the entrance to the bunker was designed for an above average-sized human. And Kentaro was so big and wide that any attempt to enter the structure would, no doubt, lead to his belly getting wedged in the entrance, leaving him vulnerable to hot led.
So that wasn't an option, and unfortunately, this time, there weren't any guns he could snatch up in the heat of the moment to blast back at his enemies. “Ah hell, we're in a real pickle 'ere, Rick...heh...like that show from a few hundred years...ah, whatever,” Kentaro mumbled, gripping his fatty gut and the occupant within, as if talking to his prey. Suddenly, his catch angrily started pounding on his stomach lining, causing Kentaro's belly to start wobbling as it churned and bubbled in response to the treatment.
Even in the midst of getting shot at, Kentaro grimaced, then thumped his fist against his flabby gut, causing it to ripple like he'd just punched a tub full of gelatin, and dislodging a guttural belch in the process.
“HOOOOUUUUURRRRUUUUUUUPH!!!”
As the deep, slimy burp erupted from his jaws, Kentaro grunted and palmed the side of his stomach, letting out a smaller burp in the process. But just then, his eyes lit up as an idea suddenly formed in his head. Grinning wickedly, he jostled his gut again.
“Hehe, yer a genius...”
So, Kentaro waited, staying as hidden behind cover as his giant, flabby form could remain, while bullets continued flying all across the concrete. As the bullets continued firing, Kentaro was kneading his fat belly REALLY hard with his fingers, causing them to sink a great deal into the comically fat, doughy surface of his gut.
*GUUUOOOORRRBL!!!*
It started churning and groaning rather intensely from his harsh treatment. The fat frog grimaced, feeling pressure brewing in his belly rather unpleasantly, but smirked in spite of that. To Kentaro, that was a sign that it was working. So, he kept at it, kneading and pressing away into that thick layer of blubber...
The group of mercs started splitting off, two to the right and the other to the left, both groups hoping to flank the monster. But the instant, the bullets ran dry, they proceeded to empty their rifles of their mags to reload them with a fresh set.
This gave Kentaro the window he needed to step out from cover; his belly churning so hard and intensely that it sounded like a washing machine overloaded with heavy fiber clothing. So intensely did it churn that it was physically jostling from the gurgling alone. He took a deep breath, causing a sizable lump to travel up his throat which only seemed to get bigger and bigger when it reached his gullet, inflating his throat like a balloon...one steadily growing to the size of a medicine ball. Then, Kentaro squeezed his belly with all his might, and his mouth promptly snapped open...
...The results were not pleasant...
“BLOOOOORRRRUUUUUH-HOOOOOOORK!!!!!”
Kentaro's huge mouth gaped open as a MASSIVE, slimy belch blasted past his rippling lips with several strands of slimy saliva splattering out from his gullet in the process. But that wasn't all that went flying out. That beachball-sized lump in his rubbery, ballooned out neck rose up his gourd and deflated all at once as his slime-covered prey went flying out of his jaws and splattering down heavily onto the two advancing mercenaries. He flew out of Kentaro's jaws with such ferocity that he had become the equivalent of a human canonball, knocking both men out in one slimy swoop...
When that monster of a burp finally ended, Kentaro gasped breathlessly, having used his prey as a projectile-like weapon. He heaved and groaned, desperate to catch his breath as his still immensely fat belly looked at least somewhat less deflated. “Hah...haaaah...y'see? Ya ended up useful fer somethin' after all! Heh, yer welcome!” Kentaro 'praised' his unconscious prey, who was still down in a heap atop the two knocked out mercs. Slimy drool leaked and dripped from his jaws before he wiped it clean with his forearm, then he grinned and flicked his tongue out at the goods his unconscious assailants had discarded.
The two remaining mercenaries attempted to sneak around from the other side of the bunker, startled by that giant, crass sound. But nonetheless, they advanced further until reaching where they thought Kentaro was hiding. Instead, they only found a slime-covered heap of unconscious, mildly mangled bodies.
...Suddenly, from behind them, the sound of two rifles being raised caught their ears. Slowly, they turned only to find Kentaro aiming two assault rifles at the men like a pair of duel-wielding pistols. The mercenaries immediately dropped their weapons and raised their hands. Kentaro simply grinned and said, “Well then, now that we're all playin' nice...what's say you boys do me a solid'n tell me where yer boss was keepin' his golden egg, yeah?”
The mercenaries glanced among themselves, then back at the barrels of the rifles trained on their heads. Suddenly, Kentaro's stomach rumbled rather hungrily, causing it to jiggle as the two men were caught off guard by the sudden grumbling. The fat frog grinned and sloppily ran his tongue across his rubbery lips as he hungrily glared down at the two men.
“...How 'bout this? You tell me where yer the merch is or I turn ya both into blubber...that sound like a better deal?”
While Kentaro dealt with the two mercs, the others advanced on the marshes, attempting to seek out and flank the unknown shooter that had been suppressing them thus far. A group of three stormed through the shallow end of the marshes, full of high-rise grass within the water; the shooter could've been anywhere. They knew better than to split up in the dark, that would've made it easiest to pick them off one by one. What they hadn't counted on, however, was how well equipped their attacker was, because, without warning, a single dart fired into the arm of one of the three mercenaries. He gasped out in pain, but it was short-lived...
*BZZZZZZZT!!!!!*
An electric discharge emitted from the dart, and since all three were in the water, the conductor caused all three men to get electrocuted at once. The three mercs convulsed and gasped out in agony as they were shocked in aggressive unison. And within a matter of seconds, all three stumbled onto their backs, unconscious as their attacker slinked further into the marshes out of sight from the others...
As that was going on, Kentaro, using the information oh so kindly provided by the two cowardly mercs, happened upon a barrack with several crates worth of goods. Kentaro grinned widely, baring his short yet sharp, jagged fangs and muttered, “Fer me?? Why ya shouldn't have...” the incredibly fat frog joked. He then eagerly ripped the tops of those crates right off with frightfully immense strength. The frog peaked inside, looking through all the crates he tore open for the prize, and instead, happened upon high-end looking weaponry.
The frog's grin dipped somewhat. There was some real top notch gear in here, easily worth a small fortune with the right buyers, but it just wasn't quite what he was seeking. If those two had been lying to him, he'd have to make lunch out of them after all. But nonetheless, it wasn't completely worthless. So, Kentaro grabbed a handful of the weapons in the cache like a child would a bunch of action figures in a toy chest.
Kentaro looked all the weapons over, quickly checked to make sure they weren't loaded and sighed softly to himself when he confirmed as such. Then, he licked his chops sloppily and said, “Welp, it's a start..” before opening his immense jaws nice and wide, and...actually SHOVED those advanced, top-tier guns right into his mouth...!
Kentaro's gullet squelched as his head bobbed in and out, extending his throat as he swallowed heartily. A rather lumpy bulge protruded from the creatures' thick, rubbery throat before vanishing past his thick chest. An audible CLANKING sound emitted from Kentaro's belly as it bounced and wobbled slightly with the hardware spilling unceremoniously into the slimy storage tank that was his belly. (Hey, it was better than hauling all the gear everywhere, right...?)
The frog grimaced slightly. He always hated the taste of gun metal, and there was an especially unpleasant chemical taste to these higher end weapons; something to do with how the frames of each weapon was created. Nonetheless, he shrugged and shoved more and more guns into his mouth. His saliva caked the rifles and rather bizarre-looking guns, wth about half a dozen shoved into his immense jaws all at once, with the caliber of a few rifles comically sticking out of his mouth. His thick tongue slithered from the front of his mouth, slurping the rifles up as he swallowed heavily.
*GLLLUUUUUUURRRRLLLK!!!*
A rather sizable, slightly misshapen lump pushed down the frog's immensely thick, rubbery throat. The military-grade hardware traveling down his gullet squelched through his rippling throat muscles and plummeted into his gut with the other guns. Kentaro's flabby belly bounced in response as an even more audible clank emitted from within his stomach due to all that metal clattering atop of itself the way it did.
Kentaro huffed, grimacing yet again at the unpleasant taste of his current “snacks,” but powered on, knowing these would shell out a pretty penny or two later after they were done with this place. Then, even though his prize wasn't anywhere to be seen, he continued stuffing more and more guns into his mouth, swallowing them whole and keeping them tucked away nice and safe within his blubbery 'cargo container'. He was looking only mildly nauseated the more weapons he consumed, not because he was getting full, far from it. But mainly, the way inanimate metal, particularly weapons grafted with the kind of chemicals these weapons had across 'em, left a rather heavy, sour-feeling in the pit of Kentaro's rather immensely large stomach. However, he fancied himself a businessman first, and sometimes, good business required some sacrifice.
So, he soldiered on, one cache at a time, until eventually, all of the caches were now completely empty, with all of their high-end deadly content was now packed away nice and tight in a huge, wobbling amphibian's stomach. Upon finishing his utterly unpleasant meal, Kentaro let out a massive belch and groaned shortly after, cradling his giant belly with both hands as he hobbled out from the barrack. But because Kentaro's belly had grown so large from swallowing down what HAD to be at least a few hundred pounds of weapons, his flabby dome got wedged between the frame of the entrance. He grunted and scowled with mild annoyance, trying to squeeze his huge, immeasurably doughy gut through the frame; content within clanking around in his stomach from all the commotion.
“Rgh, dammit, c'mon, ya cheap shit!” Kentaro growled, nudging into his belly again and again to try and force his way through the concrete frame. One might have expected their flesh to risk tearing at such aggressive treatment, but the comically fat frog's flesh was so durable yet elastic-like that one could literally stab Kentaro with a sword and it would just sink into his belly long before it ever got a chance to pierce his flesh.
Kentaro was too busy trying to squeeze himself through the frame and cursing himself for not downing the goods AFTER pulling out of the concrete barrack to notice a few mercs had congregated around the front of the bunker and caught wind of what was going on. At first, they were a bit confused, but nonetheless drew their weapons when they quickly deduced that this frog monster was like responsible for all the mayhem going on. However, they, too, proved unobservant by how the foundation behind the framework was starting to crack from Kentaro's squeezing and prodding. And before they could pull their triggers...
That framework gave way and the giant frog tumbled out, breaking the frame and finally liberating himself...only to lose balance and practically belly-flop directly on top of the two mercs who, in that brief instant, saw their lives flash before their very eyes before several hundred pounds of fat frog (and a few hundred pounds of metal) squished down heavily atop of them with a resounding THOOMPH!!!
Kentaro's immensely wide-gut sprawled out, squishing heavily against the ground as it completely enveloped the two men smashed against the floor. The impact from falling flat on his stomach was enough to dislodge another monstrous belch from the very depths of Kentaro's considerable belly...
“BWRUUUH-HAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOORRPH!!!!!”
It rolled past his slimy maw for a good few seconds straight, causing several strands of equally slimy saliva to fly out from his gaping jaws and splatter onto the ground. When it ended, Kentaro groaned and wiped his jaws clean with his forearm before pushing himself up from the ground. It took some doing, given how much wider and rounder his belly had become and how hard it was to get proper footing as a result. But eventually, he managed and promptly saw two men flat on their backs, out like lights, practically smothered by his immense belly-fat and knocked out by his sheer girth. They were lucky that neither one had a collapsed lung...
“Heh, careful where ya step, boys,” Kentaro remarked, snickering as he gripped his fatty underbelly with both hands and heaved his jiggling dome up a few times, causing it to bounce heavily within his hands as the contents inside of his gut clattered around. He grimaced, still holding up his giant gut with one hand while the other balled into a fist used to muffle a rather hefty burp, which left him grunting and palming his thick chest, adding, “Guh, still tastes like moldy toad-ass...and don't ask how I know that...”
It was hard to tell if that last part was addressing the unconscious mercs, anyone who could be listening, or if the fourth wall just shattered...
Nonetheless, Kentaro carried on, hobbling around as his heavy belly bounced, while all the guns stored away inside clattered and clanked heavily with each lumbering step the fat frog took. He had swallowed down so many weapons that they clanked into one another from the mere slightest of motions, and clanked heavily due to the sheer volume of guns packed away. As he lumbered around groggily, trying to see where the “main attraction” was being housed, Kentaro couldn't help letting out another heavy burp, followed by another, bigger one right after that. The sheer weight of his cargo causing his bulbous belly to sag down, combined with all the clanking around was making him pretty gassy.
Cheeks puffing out, the frog exhaled, slapping his palm against his thick, blubbery gut as his palms sank into that rubbery-like fat, feeling up everything stored away within him. Then, Kentaro muttered, “Urgh, damn thing has t'be around here SOMEWHERE...”
“You mean this?” The armored commander of the group called out, catching Kentaro's attention. He turned to the source of the voice calling out to him, causing his belly to wobble from the sharp turn. The armored mercenary leader's gear was completely shorted out, and his gear was looking a bit busted itself. However, in his hands was a rather familiar looking prototype...
An all too familiar and bulky-looking handgun. The commander of the group trained the multi-gun on Kentaro and said, “That grenade bounced right off of that blubber-gut of yours. But let's see how it holds up against drill rounds...”
Kentaro held up an index finger and muttered, “...Let's not,” before hobbling away as fast as he could, hauling that massive boulder of a belly he was sporting. He cradled his giant gut as it bounced and slorshed with each step he took, everything inside of him clanking and clattering together as he rushed to evade the first shot. True to its name, the bullet dug straight through the concrete barrack behind him, and just kept drilling deeper and deeper. Kentaro couldn't help but whistle as he ran. He turned his head in an attempt to lash out his tongue, but the commander fired off an explosive dart. This time, Kentaro just barely side-stepped out of the way, but the ensuing blast still singed his back somewhat and caused the blubbery frog to stumble forward.
The jolt caused his gut to bubble and churn AGGRESSIVELY, making Kentaro grimace as he clutched his burgeoning belly firmly in his grasp...
“HOOOOUUUUUUURRRUUUUPH!!!!”
A deep, guttural belch pushed up from Kentaro's throat as he ran, avoiding another blast from the merc leader in the process. But in the process of burping up that bit of pressure, something slimy spewed out of mouth in the process as well. It was one of the guns he had swallowed down moments prior to the encounter.
At first, Kentaro's eyes lit up as the frog immediately grabbed the gun and pointed it back at the commander, pulling the trigger to tear into him...
...And when no bullets went flying, he immediately facepalmed, remembering that all the weapons were unloaded, and resumed desperately retreating; heavy, gun-filled belly wobbling and clanking intensely from all the cargo clattering together inside. The commander swapped to explosive rounds again and fired one off.
*KA-PLOW!!!*
The ensuing blast from behind Kentaro was strong enough to knock the fat frog right off of his feet and slam right onto his belly...
“BLOOOOORRREEEEIIIIIPH!!!!”
The impact of his fat dome squishing down onto the ground was enough to dislodge another big, slimy burp from the gunrunning inhuman. And with that eructation, his throat bulged out as more slop-covered weapons spewed out of his gullet and spilled onto the ground. The mercenary leader drew his weapon and set it for a drill bullet to the head, but before he could fire the shot, Kentaro chucked one of the guns he'd burped up right at the armored man, smacking at his chest and forcing him to stumble back.
Gathering the other slop-covered guns, Kentaro hurled another gun right at the mercenary commanders' face, smashing into his visor and revealing a mildly scarred up-looking man beneath the helmet in the process. Again, the commander stumbled, firing the drill gun into the ground instead of into the frog-man out of sheer reflex. Angrily, he aimed the weapon, but again, Kentaro chucked the third and final gun right at his face, completely smashing the visor to bits, and revealing the entirety of the mercenary leader's surprisingly hideous face...
As the man stumbled, Kentaro immediately flicked out his tongue and yanked the multi-gun right out from his grasp, snatching it into his own hands immediately after as it retracted. Grinning, he set the gun to electric dart, aimed it right at the commanders' head and, with a wink, said, “Lights out, handsome...”
And with a pull of the trigger, the dart fired off, latching itself onto the mercenary leaders' exposed, scar-tissue-laden forehead, and-
*KABOOM!!!!*
Kentaro's eyes widened as the “electric” dart exploded upon impact with the commanders' head...not that there was any of it left after the blast...or...much of the commander at all after that...
Immediately upon detonation, Kentaro's eyes widened with shock as he blinked dully a few times, and slowly looked back at the gun to double-check something. “...Oh...it was...shit, I thought that said electric, not...” He slowly looked back at the smoldering blast where the commanders body exploded, and blinked again. “...That's...uhhh...yeah, that was my bad...”
Nonetheless, the job was done, and at last, Kentaro had the prize he was seeking all along right in his grasp. He turned away from the rather grizzly blooper and grinned once again as he looked over the long-coveted prototype. Slowly, he caressed the weapon, idly humming 'We're In The Money' to himself over and over, largely because he didn't remember any other lyrics to the ancient song.
But then, a thought occurred to the gunrunner.
His current client was set on paying him a fair chunk of change for the device. It was respectable, sufficed to say. But surely, he could get a much higher price for it from other clients, no? Maybe, say...twice or even three times as much as the current rate he had already agreed to. Lord knows the buyer he'd currently made arrangements with wasn't gonna have the kind of cashflow some of his other, seedier buyers would...
So, with a rather sly grin, Kentaro opened his mouth to swallow the multi-gun down like he did all the other weapons he planned to sell. However, as he opened his mouth nice and wide, he caught the explosive carnage his misfire left from the corner of his eye, and promptly froze. Immediately, he almost desperately unlocked the four cartridges in the grip of the weapon, slipped them into a pouch within his pants, and tossed the multi-gun into his mouth.
“Alright, that's all of 'em, Tubbs. We clear?” Called out the voice of a young woman from afar; the other party involved in the outpost takedown.
Cursing to himself, Kentaro quickly swallowed the gun down...
*GLLOOOOLLLK!!!*
Kentaro's thick throat rippled as the gun squeezed down his gullet and plopped down into his overly occupied stomach. He grunted and palmed his fat belly, jostling it up as the weapons all clunked together, hoping to 'bury' the prize along with all the lesser equipment. “Erm, y-yep! All clear, short stuff!” Kentaro replied, thumping his chest and turning to face his partner. She was a young orange-haired woman in a light green tanktop with camouflage-patterned pants, army boots, grappling gloves and a red bandana. There was a look of fierceness to her, stretching her arms as if having just been through one helluva brawl.
It was Nara.
Nara had gone in completely alone with Kentaro. No backup from any of her guys, no help from a certain young ninja she had none too recently befriended, nobody. These sorts of jobs, she knew, weren't their thing, and especially that one person in particular would never take part in a mission like this. But Nara, while good in heart, was someone who understood that sometimes, you had to get a little dirty to keep things spinning, so she turned to someone she wouldn't call a friend or even good at heart, but at the very least, reliable for her purposes, and together, the two of them had intercepted the mercenary outfits attempt to sell the multi-gun, which had been circulating from group to group ever since a certain crocodile-man had stolen it from the get-go.
Nara looked around at the wreckage and back at Kentaro's belly, seeing it notably heavier (which was a hard thing to notice, given how fat the frog was by default), and mildly misshapen. She scoffed and said, “Guess ya got yourself a lil bonus payday there, huh.”
Kentaro grinned and slapped his heavy belly, making it ripple beneath his palm and wobble as the guns all clattered with the motion. “Heh, better believe it, kid. The perimeter guys give you any guff?”
“Nothin' I couldn't handle,” Nara replied, clapping her hands together and getting straight to business. “Did you find it?”
“...Yeaaahhh, 'bout that,” Kentaro remarked, drumming his fingers atop his blubbery gut in thought as he averted his gaze and added, “...I, uh, I think ya might need to cut yer losses there. See, the, uh, leader'uh the group busted that beaut out when we had our lil dance, right? And when we were fightin', he, umm...w-well, I think somethin' must'uh gotten jammed er somethin' 'cuz when we tried to shoot an explosive dart'n he definitely didn't mistake fer an electric dart, the thing just blew him to bits, and, the, uh...well, the multi-gun kinda went kapoot with him, so...”
Nara's eyes widened. For a moment, there was a look of anger, but as her eyes shifted to the smoldering flames from where the commander had been blown to bits, they soon turned skeptical. THAT much of Kentaro's story checked out. Just one problem...
“How come I don't see the gun anywhere? Wouldn't parts of it still be blasted all over the place along with the dude who quote blew himself up?” Nara asked, not buying what Kentaro was selling...metaphorically at least.
“Well, I mean, the thing blew itself up, I mean, there ain't gonna be nothin' left after that, y'know?” Kentaro remarked innocently, grinning and grasping his belly by his lovehandles and giving it a good jostle as all the guns clattered and squished up against his thick stomach lining, causing the slightest of imprints to emerge atop the surface of his fat belly. “But don'tchu worry, shorty, I still got moooooore than enough goodies to satisfy yer needs'n I'll even throw in a two point one half percent discount!”
Nara simply stared at Kentaro's belly with a rather deadpanned look on her face. Kentaro wasn't sure why until he looked down at his stomach and, much to his dread, saw a mild imprint of the multi-gun squishing out from the surface of his belly. A moment of silence passed before Nara and Kentaro's gaze met in deadpanned silence.
Kentaro simply grinned innocently and muttered, “...How'd that get in there?”
Without saying a word, Nara rolled her eyes, pressed her palm against that vast, squishy belly, and PUSHED down as hard as she could, causing her entire hand to practically be enveloped by bellyfat. Kentaro's eyes widened as his stomach gurgled deeply and his gullet suddenly lurched, then, sure as the sky was blue...
A monstrously loud and utterly CHUNKY belch exploded out of Kentaro's gaping jaws for several seconds straight. Several flicks of slimy saliva spewed out from his jaws along with several gunk-covered weapons, all of which went sloppily flying out of Kentaro's gaping mouth mid-belch. When that huge, hefty belch came to a rumbling close, Kentaro was left gasping as slimy saliva leaked from his salivating maw. Nara just pulled her hand out from his fatty gut, which, admittedly, took a bit, but she managed to pry herself loose from his blubber, causing his belly to wobble heavily as the weapons still inside of him clanked and chinked together.
She walked over to the gunk-caked weapons he spewed out from her shove, using her boot to move them aside, until she happened upon the multi-gun. In an utterly unamused manner, she pulled out a shop towel from her cargo pants pocket, and wiped the gun clean.
After catching his breath, Kentaro managed an innocent smirk and said, “Just, uh...just wanted t'keep the thing nice'n safe fer ya, that's all!”
“You're a greedy prick, y'know that?” Nara said dismissively as she continued wiping the thing clean enough to pick up.
“Hey, fair's fair, ya paid me t'help clear this place out'n nab the special lil lady, so-”
“-On the conditions that you help me get this stupid thing, jackass.”
“Is it really so greedy t'wanna sell somethin' fer three times its market value? That's just capitalism, kiddo!”
“Capitalism can get fucked and so can you,” Nara shot right back.
Kentaro blinked, then grinned cheekily, muttering, “That an invitation?”
Nara stopped cleaning the gun, looking off in the distance with a deadpanned look on her face, then just pointed the multi-gun at Kentaro, wiping that cheeky smirk right off the fat bastard's face.
“...That's...uh, that's a no, ain't it...got it...”
Nara sighed to herself then just resumed cleaning the thing up while Kentaro settled down and flicked his extra sticky tongue at the other non-multi-guns he spat up, snatching them into his mouth and swallowing them.
A hearty, slick-sounding *GLLOOOOOOOLLLK!!* sounded off from his throat as all those guns plopped into his belly again, causing it to bounce heavily as the guns clanked down atop one another. The fat frog belched shortly after and slapped his hands down against his waterbed of a stomach, grabbing his fat rolls and jostling his gut around to settle the guns into place while they clattered around inside of him before eventually settling down.
Then, he looked back at Nara, who had just finished cleaning up the gun as best she could and asked, “So, where's the kid? Didn't wanna tag along fer the fun?”
Nara looked around at all the carnage both she and Kentaro had played a part in and shook her head, knowing her companion would never take part in anything like this. But desperate times called for desperate measures. After all, for Nara, it wasn't as if getting her hands bloody was something new.
“So!” The fatty frog said in a rather chipper manner before adding, “we oughta do this again something, short stuff, whadduya say?”
“...If I have to rely on you again, then shit's truly fucked, thats what I say...” Nara muttered almost dejectedly as she packed up and headed off without batting an eye at Kentaro.
Upon hearing that, the fat frog blinked to himself, then grinned widely.
