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GULP!
With a final, triumphant swallow, Scooby-Doo tilted his head back and let gravity help finish off his oversized snack. His throat visibly bulged one last time as the prey slid down in a squirming lump, vanishing past his collar with a slick glrrk. Then—fwmp!
His belly swelled outward in an instant, pushing forward and spreading out between his legs as the last of the living cargo landed inside. It jostled the rest of the contents with a wet SHLOOMP, and Scooby’s front paws reflexively gripped the sides of his gut as it rippled, bounced, and then sagged heavily in front of him. The prey was still moving inside—squirming, pushing, curling against the walls of their new fleshy prison.
Scooby let out a shaky, panting breath, tongue lolling as he adjusted to the new, delicious weight pressing on his limbs and drooping toward the floor. “Ruhhh… rrhat was a rbig one…” he mumbled. Then he puffed up his cheeks and let out—
“BWOOOAAARP!!”
The belch that tore out of him echoed through the air like a thunderclap, complete with a wet trailing gurgle and a flutter of flapping jowls. His belly shuddered with the release, sloshing as the internal stew churned and groaned beneath his touch.
Scooby slouched down into a seated sprawl, both arms draped around his girthy middle. “Ahhh… rat hit re rot!” he declared, thumping his gut with a proud grin. A chorus of wet, gooey noises answered him—gloorrrg, shplooosh, gubbl-gubbl, and a few faint kicks muffled by meat and fur.
“Mhhhh… still wiggling, huh?” he giggled, giving the left side a slow, deliberate rub. His big, paw-padded fingers sank into the soft, overstuffed dome, pushing the prey slightly aside with a blorp before his other paw ed in to caress the right. He swayed them gently back and forth, making the whole gut slosh from side to side like a waterbed.
Gloooorp... glrrrk... thummppp...
His tail lazily thudded against the ground behind him as he lowered his muzzle to nuzzle his belly, licking over it sloppily as if rewarding it for a job well done. He even pressed an ear to it for a moment, listening to the wet churning and the faint, muffled sounds of his prey’s last movements.
Scooby giggled again. “Heehee… don’t worry… roooo already roon…” he hummed, giving a firm smack to the side of his gut. It jiggled wildly in reply, now less firm and more doughy as the digestion clearly progressed.
The internal sounds grew wetter, more bubbly—blorrrrchhh, squishhhh, sluuuurp. The struggling died down, replaced by bubbling satisfaction. Scooby leaned back and gave his belly a few more indulgent rubs, cooing softly. “Roo did rgood… rrreally rfilled me up…”
As the minutes ed, his belly steadily softened, drooping with the thick, creamy remains of what used to be a whole snack. His frame was slowly redistributing the load, and it didn’t take long for Scooby to notice the growing roundness behind him. He wobbled as he stood, blinking and glancing down to see his gut slosh low with a glurp, then instinctively turned his head.
His eyes widened and ears perked at the sight of his ballooned rump, now nicely puffed and jiggling. “Ruh-roh…” he said with a grin, stepping in place a little so he could feel the new weight jiggle behind him. His tail swayed slowly, fanning over the fattened curve of his rear.
He gave one cheek a light slap with a hind paw, earning a satisfying fwump and another proud giggle. “Rhat’s where you went!”
Now only a soft, bloated belly remained, wobbling under him with each amused step as Scooby began to waddle away—his movements slow, bouncy, and utterly satisfied.
“Rext time, rmaybe rtwo snacks. Rehehehehehe...”
With his tail wagging proudly, he strutted off, swaying with every step. His round rear and sloshy belly bouncing with each indulgent step down the hall.
Scooby-Doo © Hanna Barbera
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With a final, triumphant swallow, Scooby-Doo tilted his head back and let gravity help finish off his oversized snack. His throat visibly bulged one last time as the prey slid down in a squirming lump, vanishing past his collar with a slick glrrk. Then—fwmp!
His belly swelled outward in an instant, pushing forward and spreading out between his legs as the last of the living cargo landed inside. It jostled the rest of the contents with a wet SHLOOMP, and Scooby’s front paws reflexively gripped the sides of his gut as it rippled, bounced, and then sagged heavily in front of him. The prey was still moving inside—squirming, pushing, curling against the walls of their new fleshy prison.
Scooby let out a shaky, panting breath, tongue lolling as he adjusted to the new, delicious weight pressing on his limbs and drooping toward the floor. “Ruhhh… rrhat was a rbig one…” he mumbled. Then he puffed up his cheeks and let out—
“BWOOOAAARP!!”
The belch that tore out of him echoed through the air like a thunderclap, complete with a wet trailing gurgle and a flutter of flapping jowls. His belly shuddered with the release, sloshing as the internal stew churned and groaned beneath his touch.
Scooby slouched down into a seated sprawl, both arms draped around his girthy middle. “Ahhh… rat hit re rot!” he declared, thumping his gut with a proud grin. A chorus of wet, gooey noises answered him—gloorrrg, shplooosh, gubbl-gubbl, and a few faint kicks muffled by meat and fur.
“Mhhhh… still wiggling, huh?” he giggled, giving the left side a slow, deliberate rub. His big, paw-padded fingers sank into the soft, overstuffed dome, pushing the prey slightly aside with a blorp before his other paw ed in to caress the right. He swayed them gently back and forth, making the whole gut slosh from side to side like a waterbed.
Gloooorp... glrrrk... thummppp...
His tail lazily thudded against the ground behind him as he lowered his muzzle to nuzzle his belly, licking over it sloppily as if rewarding it for a job well done. He even pressed an ear to it for a moment, listening to the wet churning and the faint, muffled sounds of his prey’s last movements.
Scooby giggled again. “Heehee… don’t worry… roooo already roon…” he hummed, giving a firm smack to the side of his gut. It jiggled wildly in reply, now less firm and more doughy as the digestion clearly progressed.
The internal sounds grew wetter, more bubbly—blorrrrchhh, squishhhh, sluuuurp. The struggling died down, replaced by bubbling satisfaction. Scooby leaned back and gave his belly a few more indulgent rubs, cooing softly. “Roo did rgood… rrreally rfilled me up…”
As the minutes ed, his belly steadily softened, drooping with the thick, creamy remains of what used to be a whole snack. His frame was slowly redistributing the load, and it didn’t take long for Scooby to notice the growing roundness behind him. He wobbled as he stood, blinking and glancing down to see his gut slosh low with a glurp, then instinctively turned his head.
His eyes widened and ears perked at the sight of his ballooned rump, now nicely puffed and jiggling. “Ruh-roh…” he said with a grin, stepping in place a little so he could feel the new weight jiggle behind him. His tail swayed slowly, fanning over the fattened curve of his rear.
He gave one cheek a light slap with a hind paw, earning a satisfying fwump and another proud giggle. “Rhat’s where you went!”
Now only a soft, bloated belly remained, wobbling under him with each amused step as Scooby began to waddle away—his movements slow, bouncy, and utterly satisfied.
“Rext time, rmaybe rtwo snacks. Rehehehehehe...”
With his tail wagging proudly, he strutted off, swaying with every step. His round rear and sloshy belly bouncing with each indulgent step down the hall.
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Perditatrampairbud05 , only now it's VORE BASED!! So please enjoy this Re-TAKE on a two year-old pic!
Art © meScooby-Doo © Hanna Barbera
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