Russ was so full he could hardly squirm. What felt and looked like a swimming pool of 'filling fluid' had blown him up far beyond what he thought his limits were several times over. His captor assured Russ with a wicked grin that everything was going to plan. But as the groaning and stretching noises of his swollen gut grew suspiciously still and the flow in his mouth slowed to a carefully measured pace, Russ had little trust in the limits either of his captor's plan or his own stomach's

A pic I got a long way back from the wonderfully talented Bloodoodles!
If I stop being lacy as hell there's a story I want to write, but I am lazy, so :V
Either way, rest assured Russ has many many more full filling adventures ahead of him X3

Art ©  Bloodoodles!
Russ ©  noone