*Nomf - Gworble…*

Blight liked food - and, when the mood struck him, he took this minor enjoyment to its utmost extreme. Today’s the kind of day where the mood did, indeed, strike - and it struck hard. Burger after burger passed through his greedy lips as he ate on and on, paying little mind to what he shoveled down his maw. All he cared about was filling his sagging, stretching stomach, which was all-too eager to accept the calorie-dense sandwiches that he was bloating it with.

However… the first alarm bell that something was wrong came when his stomach let out a discontented, confused “gworble…” in response to his latest mouthful or ten… Blight, who was far too obsessed with the meal before him to pay attention to such minor things, ate on - until, one of the other minor things happening to his body made itself very known…

*DING!*

Blight felt hot. REALLY hot. To put it more aptly, his tongue burned like the surface of the sun - what the gluttonous canine had thought was the hot sauce bottle, initially, was now, plainly, the ultra-strong bottle of hot sauce that he kept at the back of his pantry - the full magnitude of his folly made itself quite known, in an inferno of destroyed taste buds… There was only one thing to do…

*Chug - Chug - Chug - Worb - Slosh - Blorsh - Gworg!*

Blight had been hoping to add all those special jugs of heavy cream to his morning coffee - but it was a matter of life and death right now. He HAD to quench that awful burning inside his belly - and quench it he did! He chugged, and chugged, and chugged, and chugged… Which meant that he grew, and grew, and grew, and grew…

The fattening, thick liquid sloshed nosily inside of him as he panted and huffed his way through the last of the galloons, feeling his stomach swell to truly ridiculous proportions. When all was said and done, he knew that all that heavy cream would have to digest down to something… But, if a few hundred extra pounds of jiggly, fluffy flab was the price to pay to stop the pain, he’d gladly accept!

Given this fellow’s appetite, his luck, and his foolish placement of hot sauce bottles… The odds of him getting into this situation again - and suffering the heft for it - aren’t in his favor…

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Here’s a commission I whipped up for copain22(X/Twitter and Bluesky) featuring a return appearance for his character Blight, who’s careless overconsumption of hot sauce needs some copious quenching… The predictable bloating, of course, ensues!

A big thank you to him for commissioning me again, and I hope you all enjoy!

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copain22 On X/Bluesky - Hot Sauce Hedonist