Just a little something from me to  KexAndy about what happens when a crocodile eats and drinks more than he should.

KexAndy is owned by  KexAndy

The rest of the characters are owned by me.

With special guest appearance by  thedarkwolfzearoth and that one deer who slipped in piss on that bus from my other story.



It was a normal day in Chinatown City and the muscular blue crocodile, KexAndy, was walking down the street trying to find something to do. He couldn’t remember what happened the night before, but for some reason he woke up in an alleyway not too long ago. Perhaps he got drunk at a party and passed out, or went sleepwalking…or even transformed into one of his other beings. But now, he was just walking, trying to find his way home.

“Wow…I really must’ve hit my head hard last night. I can’t remember anything.”

His mind wasn’t where it should be, but his stomach sure was. After talking to himself for a few minutes, his stomach growled loudly and he felt an empty hole in his abdomen. He was starting to feel hungry. KexAndy held his snout high in the air and started sniffing deeply, letting his nose lead him to the nearest food establishment he could find. Before KexAndy knew it, he was right in front of a local McDonald’s joint. The muscular crocodile sighed with relief and sniffed heavily once again, happy that he would soon get some nourishment in his stomach.

“Ahh…I can’t wait to chow down on those chicken nuggets!”

KexAndy stormed inside the McDonald’s until he realized that the line in front of him was extremely long. KexAndy groaned exasperatedly and started to scratch his head, hoping the line would accelerate. Normally, KexAndy would wait patiently for his food, but his hormones were raging at he felt like his body would give if he didn’t have any food in his mouth. The smell wasn’t helping either. All the food was giving off intoxicating bouquets that lingered around his snout…and it was only getting worse. KexAndy moaned passionately and started drooling profusely, unable to contain his hunger anymore. It was at this point where something in the depths of his mind snapped in half and KexAndy no longer desired to wait for his food anymore longer. KexAndy laughed evilly and moved his way to the front of the line, hopping over the counter and scavenging for food himself.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to be back here! Get back in—”

KexAndy roared at the irritated cashier, scaring him to the point where he hid underneath a chair. KexAndy hissed loudly and headed straight for the chicken nuggets, yanking out the tray storing all of them and dumping them into his mouth. But it still wasn’t enough for the ravenous beast, as he wanted more food. KexAndy laughed evilly once more and ran over to the vat filled with boiling French fries and hot grease. Not caring, KexAndy picked up the metal and dumped all of the hot fries into his mouth, swallowing hard before he resumed his eating spree. It didn’t really matter what he ate anymore, just as long as it was some type of food. Whether it was Big Macs or McGriddles or chicken sandwiches—he ate it all. Eventually, it led to him devouring all of the meat patties used for making hamburgers and sausage biscuits. The blue crocodile laughed wildly and started panting heavily, longing for some more nourishment. So KexAndy hopped over the counter and ran over to the drink machines, ready to quench his thirst. The crocodile lied down on the grill used for dumping ice through and looked at all of his options. KexAndy opened his mouth and pressed the black lever on the machine, feeling a cool, fizzy sensation on his tongue as tangy orange liquid flowed down upon it.

“Mmm! Orange soda!” said KexAndy.

Kex pressed on the black lever once more and let the liquid fall right down into his mouth. He could feel the refreshing liquid hit his uvula and flow down his esophagus, eventually leading up to his stomach. The feeling left him with so much content that he didn’t stop, resuming his relentless drinking spree. After drinking for what seemed like ten minutes, the soda stopped flowing and KexAndy realized he drank it all. He licked his lips and patted his belly, noticing it had grown three times as big as before. KexAndy laughed and slid backwards so he could drink more beverages.

“Hey! You can’t drink all the soda! That’s for the—”

KexAndy belched loudly in the cashier’s face. The sound of the burp and the smell or his croc breath combined with the acid in the soda was enough to make the cashier groan and pass out. Meanwhile, KexAndy resumed with his drinking duties and started drinking the lemon/lime beverage Sprite. As he drank the cold soda, he didn’t notice what was becoming of himself. His stomach was slowly increasing in diameter per liter ingested. His legs were becoming fat and pudgy, growing and expanding like water balloons. KexAndy finished drinking the entire Sprite drink and continued over to grape soda. His belly was getting so fat that his bellybutton was now convex, bulging outward. His tail weighed as much as a treasure chest and looked like a blue log. His cheeks were beginning to puff out and his legs and feet were all heavy to the point where it sounded like he was stepping in mud if his feet hit the floor. When the grape soda was gone, KexAndy groaned and started panting, feeling heavier and heavier as each second passed. He slowly shifted his body across the grill and went to another soda dispenser, this one pineapple Fanta. Like the previous three sodas, he opened his mouth wide and poured the entire beverage down his mouth, increasing in more weight. His stomach was growing so fast if someone poked it with a pencil, it’d pop. And KexAndy’s weight would only continue to grow…

LATER....

“…I’m just saying we’re finally touring an exotic city and the first thing you wanna do is go to McDonald’s.” said a voice.

“It’s not my fault I have to pee. You shouldn’t have bought all that beer back at the bar!”

A gray wolf wearing light blue shorts and had black fur around his maw, the tip of his tail, and ears and a deer wearing a green sweater walked into McDonald’s. It was Zearoth and Derrick. Apparently, the two decided to go on vacation but Zearoth needed a quick potty break, so they stopped at a local McDonald’s. Derrick sat down on one of the benches and got relaxed.

“I don’t get it; if you have to use the bathroom, why don’t you go in an alleyway? Or better yet, just pee in one of the beer bottles in the car!”

“I wanna buy a McGriddle.” said Zearoth, unzipping his shorts.

Zearoth walked over to a fake plant and looked left and right to see if anyone was watching, but for some reason, the whole restaurant was barren. Zearoth sighed and started urinating on the fake plant, exhaling with relief.

“Again…why can’t you do this in the bathroom?”

“Where’s the fun in marking stuff if you go in the toilet?”

Zearoth peed for a good 20 seconds before he finished and let the remaining urine trickle before he zipped his shorts back up. Since no one was around, Zearoth simply shrugged and hopped over the counter, taking a fresh McGriddle from the pile when he happened to notice a gigantic blue reptile lying on the floor, bulgy and sticky.

“Um…when did the croc get here?”

KexAndy groaned loudly and hiccupped before lifting his fat head and rubbing it with his meaty hand.

“Whoa…what happened?”

“Looks like you went on a food bender judging by all the emptiness and your…stoutness.”

“What’s a food bender?”

“No one knows. All I know is that there’s this one moment in an animal’s life where they go insane and devour everything in sight until they pass out. Guess it’s just instinct.”

KexAndy slowly stood up and took a step forward, amazed at how much fat sloshed around with just one step. Not only that, but he started to sweat and was getting tired. KexAndy started panting and took another two steps forward, with his legs shaking so much it looked like he had to pee.

“Okay, this is too tiring; I need to sit.” huffed KexAndy.

The blue crocodile turned around and lifted his tail as he prepared to sit down on the bench.

“Hey, hey! What the hell—”

Kex sat down right on top of Derrick, covering his entire body with his back fat and rump. The crocodile sighed heavily and got relaxed on the bench.

“That feels better.” said Kex.

“Mmph-MPH! Mm-Hmph! MMPH!!” shouted Derrick in a muffled tone.

Derrick started shouting incoherent protests underneath KexAndy, but no one heard a thing.

“You mind giving me a lift to my house? I feel like lying down until this weight wears off.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Hmm…this bench feels a little lumpy. Am I sitting on something?”

Zearoth chuckled. “Nope.”

KexAndy moaned before he passed gas so hard some of the wood on the bench cracked and sent splinters everywhere. KexAndy started waving a hand in front of his nose.

“Excuse me.”

Underneath Kex, Derrick was screaming and crying at the top of his lungs, suffocating on the horrible stench. Within a few minutes, he’d be unconscious.

“You sure I’m not sitting on anything?”

“Nope.” said Zearoth, stifling several laughs.