"Ever played chubby bunny?" Elliot asked as he placed a pair of bunny ears on Dash's head. Dash scoffed, "What kind of amateur do you take me for?" and grabbed a handful of marshmallows from the bag. "One, two, three-" "Nuh uh, not like that Dash. Gotta swallow for me." Elliot reveled in his own cheesiness, laying it on thick with a wink. /That'll take forever/ thought Dash, and downed two handfuls quick as a blink. (1)
(2) “That’s like, a dozen right? It’s a start.” The next handful was halfway down his throat when he felt sudden pressure in his insides. “These ones grow, still gonna try to beat your own record Mr. Pro?” Dash swallowed, and stared him in the eyes, “Damn right I am.” Then reached for another handful.
Ripley: AGHHH alright I cave, I cave, I’ll write a lil bitty part 3…
Dash hiccuped. Then belched. Then laid one palm gingerly, giiiingerly over the crest of his solid, swollen abdomen.
“How many…?” he murmured, his voice warbling and breathy with all the weight in his belly restricting his lungs.
Elliott did some mental math, eyes shifted skyward.
“Forty-six,” he said, giving Dash’s exposed, churning gut a little pat himself. “Not shabby! I was gonna seriously warn you about going past thirty-five, but you really are a champ.”
Dash’s overtaxed insides let out a hearty, wet moaning gurgle.
“Damn straight,” he groaned. “Now… *hic!* …when did you say they were gonna stop growing…?”