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"Aaaahhhhh..."
Shirt lifted, the stork rolled his stomach into the wall. A bout of indiscernible shouts and grunts replied, the bitter sounds deadened beneath flesh and fat.
"Come on," the stork egged, jostling his sagging gut with both hands, coaxing it tighter against the hard, vertical surface. "You were nice and pissy going down. Where'd it go?"
A sloshing jolt jammed against his insides, wavering his balance. His stomach groaned angrily.
"There it is..."
He leaned greedily back into the wall with a sigh, waist gyrating to feel every burgeoned inch of his paunch. A gurgling scream sounded from within, the bulging mass compressing and writhing grotesquely.
"Fuck, you brats are good. Keep it up and Axe might see you solid..."