The Belly of the Beast (Patreon)

While he was lying down on his bed, belly high in the air, he let me do some recording of the beast within that greedy gut of his. Stuffed to the max with 2 boxes of pasta, a container of oreos, a container of chips ahoy, a full carton of milk, orange fanta, 2 boxes of waffles, and the rest of the bread and peanut butter. Within the span of just 8 hours, he managed to completely clear us out. By the time I got back to the room, he was moaning of a belly ache, rubbing his gut for comfort. I wasn't looking at my cutie roomie anymore, I was in the presence of a hungry hunk. His belly was SO LOUD I could hear it from several feet away. And each gurgle, each swish, each low groan, was the sound of his belly devouring and growing bigger...storing away more fat for the king, increasing his waistline, and making him a little bit MORE impressive than he already was...