***Story written by Dewwy himself, though I proofread and finalized it~***

A temple set upon a hill pounding with thunder and winds set the scene for our intrepid explorer. Dewwy, the pactmaker, was traveling through the lands to defeat a powerful magical lord, the tempest mage, Mukiro. His travels to this land were long and treacherous. Aside from the nitty-gritty details, Dewwy had made it across the rooms of the temple of untold danger to arrive at the large double gated doors. The Dewott had learned many a tale of the tempest mage's exploits. Mukiro raided village upon village for their food supply, not just some, but all of it. And they were even stealing from Dewwy's guild, leaving it barren! Such vile acts of food robbery were attempted to end today.

Dewwy took a deep breath as he pushed open the ivory covered doors, which would release a gust of wind, rain, and roars of thunder across the entrance towards the unexpecting Dewott. Ahead of his gaze sat upon a throne was a large cat, with dark hair gracefully flowing within the storm and lightning raging behind him, shadowing his features. His features were significant, but none like the long-form the mage himself had. He was a flat six foot tall, but what trumped his size was his stomach. That belly seemed to look like it weighed more than even Dewwy as it sat upon the cat's lap. It seemed like he was more belly than a cat with the sitting position he was in. Mukiro got up and showed off his height as he gazed upon the Dewott. As he stood, the stomach bounced with velocity and a hearty slosh of its contents, or what was left. Dewwy pulled out his staff and pointed it at Mukiro, a fierce gaze set upon the cat, but his eyes seemed to drift towards the large, ample stomach. "Vile being! You cannot continue to plunder the foodstuff of the people any longer, I, Dewwy Leviathan, will strike you down!" He said, of course, his speech would be stammering before he could spit out his statement.

The cat, however, would let off a low chuckle before placing a hand on his cheek, strolling to the Dewott, his hips moving side to side, taking his stomach with it. To the Dewott, it was a slowly increasing volume of sloshing. as he leaned towards the significantly shorter Dewott, his stomach squishing within itself to allow him to move his upper body closer to the Light mage.” "and what does a simple mage intend to do against me, the Powerful Tempest Mage, Mukiro?" He asked with a powerful yet smooth tone to his voice as he slowly leaned back to an upright position. The stomach surged outwards a little, showing its diameter to the closer Dewott, it lurched forward slowly, and managed to press the Otter's nose into his navel. Dewwy would feel his cheeks flare up with heat as he grabbed his nose to pull his head away from the stomach. "I intend to beat you in battle! I-I swear on it!" He says aloud, his cheeks a slight red as he looked at the stomach, a few feet ahead of him. Mukiro chuckles and gives his stomach a gentle pat, the stomach's fat would wobble, sending Dewwy aback with a more enriched shade of red. "I see that you have... different motives, and if I’m correct, you seemed to be afraid of the storm behind you." He said with a grin that would even intimidate a scholar for their knowledge.

Dewwy would throw his staff out in front of him and begin to stare down Mukiro, but a simple hand swipe to the left sent his staff flying. Mukiro looked down at Dewwy with a smirk, walking closer to the Dewott, his face soon being mashed into the stomach. Dewwy would tumble back and onto the ground, and as he sat straight to get up, the cat would soon slump down to his knees, thrusting his stomach into Dewwy's lap. "Instead of challenging me, why don’t you tend to something... more... important Dewwy~?" he said with a smile. The allure of the stomach increasing more as its weight and gurgles grew ever more apparent.

Soon it became too much, as the Dewott would wrap his arms around the soft orb of white and cream fur and flab. His head rested atop the stomach, where the noises would blast into his ears, and each gurgle would only enrich his red rosy cheeks. The cat's stomach seemed impossible to reach around, even for Mukiro as he leaned forward, petting Dewwy's head as he leaned forward, pushing his weight into Dewwy. Dewwy began scratching at the stomach, transitioning into rubbing and even little licks at the surface, only to go back to scratching. this loop seemed to last forever to the two, and Dewwy seemed to never want it to stop. The explorer seemed to have lost his focus, and now seemed to be enslaved to this stomach! "Dewwy.... Dewwy..." Mukiro repeated, his tone starting off soft, but slowly growing in tone, like a rising chorus of one, well, to Dewwy anyways, he couldn’t hear well past the loud churns of digested fruits. "Dewwy... DEWWY!"

Dewwy thrusted forward a bit in the training room, as he looked around. He saw his tempest mage friend standing across the training room, looking thin as ever and his arms crossed. They recently had a big feast for their celebration of defeating the final lord and setting peace in the world. But as the new head leaders of the world, they had to train themselves as much as possible, and it seems like the feast and Mukiro's magic robes' power to conceal his figure had the otter lost. "Dewwy, you were just staring into space for a while, are you okay?" He asked with some concern. The Dewott looked back at his companion and blushed, rubbing his head with a embarrassed smile. "Y-yeah, I just got distracted... and daydreamed... you know."

Art- A friend
Story and Featuring-  Dewwy