The following is art from my home boi  eskaria145 as part of a large trade we've been doing together. This one features his sassy avocado, Roberto in a scenario he's actually never been drawn in, far as I know; the sassy frog with a not-so-sassy bellyache.

As eskaria himself put it, Roberto's a boi who's as greedy as he is sassy. It was only a matter of time before he nommed something that wouldn't sit well in his fatty belly.

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She always warned him...

"One day, you're gonna bite off more than you can chew..."

Roberto had no clue what the hell his feathery little girlfriend was talking about. Roberto barely even chewed half the times! When he was hungry, he just wolfed his meals down. And anytime those meals happened to be living creatures, his frog-anatomy allowed him to just slurp them down whole and savor the feeling of his prey squirming and thrashing around in his pudgy gut.

Most of the time, that prey was just some wannabe pred harassing other small fries anyway, as was the case with his latest catch. Unfortunately for the frog-tare, this particular beast was far more volatile than any creature Roberto had ever devoured. And even if Peti would just say she told him so, Roberto would give anything for his favorite little nugget to soothe his aching belly right about now.

Deep in the marshes, the poor, bloated frog-man was laying on the ground, resting his back against a small rise in the marsh itself, keeping his torso slightly elevated while his bloated, squirming belly rested atop his thick, rubbery thighs. Roberto groaned miserably, gripping his belly desperately with one hand, as if trying to restrain his meal, while he used the other to massaging his gut as best he could. It did nothing to prevent the monster trapped within from snarling and thrashing around to the point where smaller bulges all steadily protruded from Roberto's fat, thrashing stomach, making it bounce and wobble within his grasp.

Roberto's abused stomach groaned intensely, bubbling a deep, acidic-sounding gurgle, as if a vat of chemicals was overreacting to volatile compounds. Then, the miserable frog threw his head back and expelled a huge, slimy belch that sent several flicks of slimy saliva flying out of his maw.

"BWWAAAAAAAHHHUUUUURRRROOOOOOOOP!!!!!"

It did absolutely nothing to bring him relief. In fact, when it ended, Roberto's face tightened uncomfortably, as if he were becoming increasingly more nauseous.

"Grrourrgh...*HIC!*...ooh, mierda..." Roberto croaked in a hoarse, froggy sort of voice. He hiccuped again, louder this time, and his entire belly bounced with it, making him lurch before yet another hiccup made his nausea even worse. Every time he hiccuped, his round belly bounced and jolted, which only stirred things up even more in his gut.

He panted and groaned in a groggy fashion, with his thick, slimy tongue hanging out of his maw, oozing with drool as he just tried to grab a hold of his squirming, sloshing gut as best he could. His fingers dug into his bloated, rubbery flesh, sinking into the surface a good deal as he tried to grasp his prey as best he could. But any time he could feel the beast trapped within, it would kick or batter at some different part of Roberto's innards, causing his belly to surge or jolt in another direction. And every single time that happened, another wave of nausea flowed through poor Roberto's gut.

Roberto lurched groggily, clamping his free hand against his maw. Something was rising up his gullet. At first, he tried to hold it back, in fear that something besides air was rising up his throat. But after a while, he couldn't hold it in. Fortunately, it was just another large, sloppy-sounding belch, one that got cut off half way, before the rest rumbled out forcefully shortly after.

"UUURRRAAAHH-OOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRP!!!!"

When it ended, Roberto panted, rubbing his face miserably with his free hand and using his other to clutch at his belly almost with frustration.

"Mph, oohhh, puta madre...*HIC!* Gruah...dude, stop squirmin' around so muuuuuuUUUUUURRRP!!!" Roberto spoke up in almost like a drunken, groggy haze, rubbing his face as he spoke when a rolling belch cut off the last part of his sentence. And it was followed up almost immediately with another sharp burp, then a much longer and deeper one immediately after. This one rumbled out from Roberto's throat for a whopping six seconds straight and was punctuated by several flecks of saliva and slimy strands of drool flying out of the frogs mouth as he belched.

"UUURRRRRPH!!!! BLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPH!!!!!!!!"

This thing just would not let up. It was desperate to claw its way out of Roberto's belly, so it thrashed and slashed away with his claws. Its snarls were muffled out by a unpleasant symphony of gurgling that could probably be heard from forty feet away as a result of its sheer intensity. Roberto's belly was strong and rubbery enough to withstand whatever his prey threw at it. But that didn't keep the frog himself from feeling any less miserable.

That nausea wasn't made any better once the hiccups started coming again...

*HIC!*

*HICCUP

*HICCULP!!*

*HICCUUUUUURRRP!!!

*HICC-OOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRP!!!!!!*

The hiccups only got worse with each passing one. Each one made his belly jut in and immediately bounce out which, in and of itself made Roberto feel sick ten times over. And to make matters worse, each one only grew more intense with each passing hiccup, until they started devolving into these big, slimy burps, each one punctuating and especially sharp and unpleasant hiccup, the kinds that left Roberto's throat burning on top of everything else.

All the poor, fat frog-man could do was lay there, desperately kneading and massaging his aching, thrashing belly to no avail. Roberto was a bloated mess, one who was stuck hiccuping and burping uncontrollably and feeling more and more like he was on the verge of throwing up with every passing minute. He considered rolling onto his stomach to subdue his prey. After all, it had worked on prey past, but none were as vicious as this one, and he was never this nauseous before, so doing so might skip the formality and results in him puking his guts out if he wasn't careful.

Roberto's belly was just way too tender right now to chance it...

Then, Roberto groggily looked ahead to the sight of the lake just by the marshes. He was only a few feet away from the water itself. An idea formed in the frogs head, or as much of an idea as he could mutter in between the constant bellyache and waves of nausea. Maybe the beast wouldn't be able to thrash around so much if Roberto's belly were a bit more occupied...

With a miserable groan, Roberto managed to get onto one hand and knees and crawl his way over to the lake. His bloated gut hung low, bouncing and thrashing per usual. Even as he crawled, one hand was still gripping his gut protectively and defensively against his prey. "...If the nugget were-*HICCULP!!*-guh...here, she'd never lemme hear the end of this..." Roberto groaned to himself.

When he made it to the lakeside, he huffed to himself a few times as if psyching himself up. He knew this was going to be unpleasant, but given the alternatives, his options were limited. So, Roberto dunked his jaws into the lake and proceeded to rather desperately glug down as much lakewater as he could. Roberto's thick, rubbery throat throbbed in and out with each extra hearty gulp he took in. The frog-tare was practically chugging down the lake water like a far more ravenous and gluttonous deer dipping its little head by the lakeside for a cool drink. Roberto chugged and chugged, all the while, his already heavy belly grew bigger and rounder as water filled his gut up.

The frogs already round stomach expanded like an extra rubbery water balloon. Suddenly, the smaller bulges that protruded when Roberto's prey thrashed about were getting thinned out the more Roberto chugged. It was getting harder for his 'meal' to fight back against the stomach walls like it had been doing moments earlier. Of course, in doing so, Roberto was only growing more and more bloated. His belly sagged heavily, swaying with the slightest of motions as it seemed to become far more jiggle-y and slosh-y as Roberto chugged.

His throat continued bobbing in and out as one considerable mouthful of lake water after the other flowed down his gullet. Each mouthful chugged was roughly the size of two 8oz water battles downed all at once, and Roberto was chugging the water down so much that it was getting harder and harder to keep tabs of how many ounces of water he was taking in. Not that it mattered to Roberto since his stomach wasn't being ravaged quite so violently anymore, even as it expanded by an extra foot or two. Roberto so bloated that his belly was now squishing against the ground and folding into itself, bubbling like mad from how much liquid he'd taken in.

Finally, after some minutes of this passed, Roberto pulled his head out of the lake and sat on his haunches. His now giant belly spilled past his thighs and scrapped against the ground. The frog grunted wearily, unable to even breathe properly from how heavy his belly felt. Then, about a second or two after sitting up, Roberto's head lurched forward and the fat frog unleashed a gargantuan belch of devastating magnitude!

"BWWWRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRRH-HHOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!!!!!"

It sent waves rippling through the lake and made Roberto's near-gelatin-like belly jiggle and ripple intensely as the gas went rushing out of Roberto's throat for a resounding ten seconds straight. Several strands of saliva and residual water still around his maw went flying out as Roberto belched like a literal explosive. When it finally ended, Roberto panted and gasped, slumping forward against his stupendously bloated, rubbery dome. Then he slapped his hand against the side of his fat, jiggling belly and expelled another huge, watery burp. Then another, and another right after that...

Eventually, the ridiculously bloated tare pushed himself up to his feet, cradling his giant belly with both hands and actually struggling against its sheer weight. His gut was positively enormous, rounded out to what had to be at least four and a half to almost five feet. It swayed and sloshed immensely, since it was filled to the brim with liquids. So much so in fact that it practically enveloped Roberto's palms and thick fingers as he grasped his heavy belly by the sides with a strained look on his face. His gut would've appeared immensely bottom-heavy, if it weren't being elevated by the frog heaving it up just to even walk properly.

"Guh, *HIC! oof...hijo de putaaaarrrrUUUUP!!! UUUUURRRRPH!!!! Roberto croaked out, burping out the last part of his sentence before another, sharper, watery burp followed right after that. After a rather loud hiccup left his belly rippling for several seconds long after the initial hiccup, Roberto grunted uncomfortably and shook his head. So he gripped his gut firmly and gave it a good jostle, dislodging another sizable pressure pocket in the process.

"BWWWOOOOOOOORRRRUUUUURRR-HHHUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUPH!!!!!!!!!"

After that monstrous, wet burp exploded out of the unbearably full frog, Roberto gasped with relief, patting his immensely fat belly, making it slosh intensely with each pat he gave it, and dislodging another extra-hefty sounding belch in the process. One that left him gasping desperately once it ended, and running his fingers across as much of his immensely bloated and rubbery dome as he could reach.

He'd solved the dilemma with his prey thrashing up a storm of indigestion. But now, Roberto was stuck with a belly so big that each step was a labored chore in and of itself, making his belly jiggle and bounce intensely with every step he took, and leaving Roberto burping these big, slimy, watery burps the entire way home to Peti's place.

He'd solved one problem by creating an entirely new one.

But on the plus side, it'd almost be worth it knowing that the second he showed up at Peti's doorstep, hers eyes were going to bug out of her skull at the sight of all this giant belly for her to rub.

...Yep. That was exactly how Roberto was going to play this once he was there. What better way to justify his unbridled stupidity in this moment than doing so for the sake of flustering his adorably kinky little feathered girlfriend?