The glowering, gelatinous jackal paused and squinted at the fading sun, his maw (and his stomach) grumbling loudly at the indignity of being awakened at such an hour. Of course, it was not unusual for his patron to call him at such hours, and, for a creature as overfed as he was, the cool night air was a blessing. Still, at this moment, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tugged at his woefully stretched garment, Hapi found himself none-too-happy…

“Grrr… It will come to you in a dream, he said…. You’ll find meaning, he said… Well, these oh-so holy dreams are becoming a holy pain in my ass!” The jackal said, his ass jiggling as he stomped along the road. The Jackal would’ve never dared bark such blasphemies a year ago, but, his trips hadn’t been so tiring then, and his nerves not so frayed. He continued huffing and puffing along, his stomach’s protests becoming even louder. That attention-obsessed god better have some food ready… “Ougghh… he’d better,” the jackal thought, aloud, “He always does…”

The jackal panted lightly, already winded from the short walk from his illustrious abode to the shrine. The wideload’s whimpering face perked up slightly when he saw the shrine in the distance, and his jeers quickly turned to prayers - the sort of prayers he gave so diligently, back before his piety was smothered under his pudge.

His heavy footfalls shook the trinkets and vases which surrounded the chubby crocodile statue. Hapi smirked, closing his eyes opening his mouth expectantly, as though food would magically appear in it. After a minute of tasting nothing but dry sand floating onto his even dryer tounge, the Jackal gave an exhausted sigh, saying, “Oh, you’re gonna make me work for it tonight, aren’t you…”

The golden eyes of the crocodile glinted in the sunlight as the Jackal flopped to his knees, the impact of which nearly caused a sandstorm, and caused no small bit of burbling in his belly. He could swear it didn’t weigh this much on the way over… The now semi-queasy, and quite unhappy jackal grimaced, whispering silently to the statue, before going into full swing. His deep voice rung out, “OH, great, gracious, and gigantic god of the- BWOOOOAARRPPPP!”

The force of the sudden and impressive belch shocked the jackal, knocking him flat on his back. He hadn’t even eaten before his short pilgrimage - well, if you don’t count the four pastries he had upon waking, but that hardly counts. Dizzily, the Jackal shook his head and opened his eyes… but not before he finished chewing. Wait- chewing? When had he started- Oh… ohhhh that is delicious…

The Jackal groggily pushed himself up, rubbing his sore head and gurgling belly, as the crocodile statue glimmered in the fading sunlight. The Jackal’s eyes dulled, and his senses faded, as he hiccuped, savoring the delicious torrent of food conjuring itself in his mouth, throat, and stomach… A low, rumbling chuckle could be heard as the ever-hedonistic Hapi starred at his stomach, smiling as it swelled, and swelled, and swelled…

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I was itching to sketch out and finish something nice n’ flabby last night, and lo’ and behold, I went ahead and drew a delightfully doughy jackal priest! I’m very pleased with how this one came out, especially given how spur of the moment it was. This here is Hapi, who is not-so-happy and much-too-hungry nowadays. I’ve always had a fondness for chubby jackals and Anubis-like creatures, but I’m not sure I’ve drawn any until this piece. I hope you all enjoy this huffy, hangry hedonist and his steadily swelling stomach!