"Think it's about time you started to increase your breath control, Chomby?" Sarge asked one day.

"Why's that?" Chomby asked. He looked down at his belly then up at Sarge.

"When's the last time you did a sonic scream?"

"Uh... not anytime recently. I suppose it's been a while. Maybe I could-" Chomby started to inhale air. He felt his belly expand. With each passing second, he watched it grow and swell as he continued to breathe in.

He finally closed his eyes and was about to release his breath when he felt Sarge pat his belly.

"Guess I was wrong. You seem more capable of getting round than I initially thought."

Chomby opened his eyes and saw Sarge was gawking at his belly. He rolled his eyes and gently bumped his belly into Sarge. The werewolf blushed and stepped backwards.

"Oh, uh, sorry... uh... you... know me... hehe." Sarge twiddled his thumbs together.

Chomby released his breath and let his belly deflate. "Yeah. Number one enjoyer of bellies. Guess mine still fits the bill."

"It'll always fit the bill," Sarge said. He rested both his hands on Chomby's belly. "You've got the number one belly in my eyes."

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Had a bit of a self-indulgent piece about Chomby when he breathes in to do a "Sonic Scream"!

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