
Please Tease an Iguana's Misdeed
Sarge opened the fridge and scanned its contents. There was nothing there he was looking for. Going to the cabinets under the counter, he scanned there as well. Nothing.
"Hey, Deriaz...? Have you seen my cake?" Sarge asked.
Silence.
"Deriaz? Did you see my cake? It was on the counter-" Sarge looked at the counter where he last remembered seeing it. He could see a few chocolate crumbs. His eyes narrowed. "Deriaz, if you don't show up, I won't let you lick the cake batte-"
From around the corner, a rather large figure appeared. It was Deriaz, but he was suspiciously bigger than when he had arrived earlier.
"Deriaz, did you see my cake?" Sarge asked.
Deriaz looked around him, then looked down at himself. His voice was muffled as he replied. "Mmmfmmm?"
"Oh, you didn't see my cake? Odd." Sarge walked over to Deriaz and frowned. "Say, you didn't happen to get a haircut in the last five minutes, did you? You look different." Sarge leaned over and poked Deriaz's belly. He knew the iguana was a LOT skinnier only a few minutes ago.... Sarge certainly didn't mind the iguana's large belly, but he could see it steadily inflating outward at an unusually fast rate.
Deriaz gulped down... something. "Nope, Sarge, haven't gotten a haircut. I'm just... uh..." Deriaz looked down at his belly and back up. "Say uh, I seem to have lost my jacket. Can I use one of yours?"
"You sure, Deriaz?" Sarge folded his arms. "I'm a 7XL. Last I call, and last time I bought you a jacket, you were an XS."
"Y...yeah?" Derianz gulped. "I just put on a little weight."
"In five minutes?" Sarge felt a smile creep on his face.
"Y...yes?" Deriaz looked down at his belly and hefted it up. "Don't need to make fun of me for it!"
"You sure that wasn't because you ate my Fluffmaster's Chocolate Oreo Cake?" Sarge poked Deriaz's belly before placing his cheek against it.
"I... haven't seen your cake at all," Deriaz said nervously.
"Mhmmm," Sarge closed his eyes and grabbed Deriaz's belly. Pulling it towards his face as much as he could, he scowled up at Deriaz. "The gurgles in your stomach sound suspiciously like you ate my 'Fluffmaster's Chocolate Oreo Cake topped with fattening ganache..."
Sarge could feel Deriaz stiffen as the iguana stood erect. "Uh... shoot... you can actually hear it?" Deriaz patted his stomach and groaned. "It's just a chocoalte cake. You can really hear it?"
"No, but thanks for admitting it." Sarge huffed, standing up. "Deriaz, this is the third time you've snuck some of my sweets! This was for a client y'know."
Deriaz looked away. "Sorry... it's hard to resist. You just make them taste so good!" Deriaz licked his lips.
"That'll be forty bucks... and a few bellybumps." Sarge said, holding out a hand.
Deriaz twiddled his fingers sheepishly. "How about... I give you two hours of belly rubs and let you test out a few of your experimental desserts on me?"
Sarge narrowed his eyes in thought. "Make it three hours, and it's a deal."
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A little birthday gift for Deriaz! Seems he couldn't help snacking on some desserts!
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Deriaz ©
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"Hey, Deriaz...? Have you seen my cake?" Sarge asked.
Silence.
"Deriaz? Did you see my cake? It was on the counter-" Sarge looked at the counter where he last remembered seeing it. He could see a few chocolate crumbs. His eyes narrowed. "Deriaz, if you don't show up, I won't let you lick the cake batte-"
From around the corner, a rather large figure appeared. It was Deriaz, but he was suspiciously bigger than when he had arrived earlier.
"Deriaz, did you see my cake?" Sarge asked.
Deriaz looked around him, then looked down at himself. His voice was muffled as he replied. "Mmmfmmm?"
"Oh, you didn't see my cake? Odd." Sarge walked over to Deriaz and frowned. "Say, you didn't happen to get a haircut in the last five minutes, did you? You look different." Sarge leaned over and poked Deriaz's belly. He knew the iguana was a LOT skinnier only a few minutes ago.... Sarge certainly didn't mind the iguana's large belly, but he could see it steadily inflating outward at an unusually fast rate.
Deriaz gulped down... something. "Nope, Sarge, haven't gotten a haircut. I'm just... uh..." Deriaz looked down at his belly and back up. "Say uh, I seem to have lost my jacket. Can I use one of yours?"
"You sure, Deriaz?" Sarge folded his arms. "I'm a 7XL. Last I call, and last time I bought you a jacket, you were an XS."
"Y...yeah?" Derianz gulped. "I just put on a little weight."
"In five minutes?" Sarge felt a smile creep on his face.
"Y...yes?" Deriaz looked down at his belly and hefted it up. "Don't need to make fun of me for it!"
"You sure that wasn't because you ate my Fluffmaster's Chocolate Oreo Cake?" Sarge poked Deriaz's belly before placing his cheek against it.
"I... haven't seen your cake at all," Deriaz said nervously.
"Mhmmm," Sarge closed his eyes and grabbed Deriaz's belly. Pulling it towards his face as much as he could, he scowled up at Deriaz. "The gurgles in your stomach sound suspiciously like you ate my 'Fluffmaster's Chocolate Oreo Cake topped with fattening ganache..."
Sarge could feel Deriaz stiffen as the iguana stood erect. "Uh... shoot... you can actually hear it?" Deriaz patted his stomach and groaned. "It's just a chocoalte cake. You can really hear it?"
"No, but thanks for admitting it." Sarge huffed, standing up. "Deriaz, this is the third time you've snuck some of my sweets! This was for a client y'know."
Deriaz looked away. "Sorry... it's hard to resist. You just make them taste so good!" Deriaz licked his lips.
"That'll be forty bucks... and a few bellybumps." Sarge said, holding out a hand.
Deriaz twiddled his fingers sheepishly. "How about... I give you two hours of belly rubs and let you test out a few of your experimental desserts on me?"
Sarge narrowed his eyes in thought. "Make it three hours, and it's a deal."
~~~~~
A little birthday gift for Deriaz! Seems he couldn't help snacking on some desserts!
~~~~~
Deriaz ©

Art/Sarge/Story ©

Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Iguana
Gender Male
Size 1495 x 1088px
File Size 585.5 kB
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