A metal trash can topples over in a New York alleyway, several large rats scurry off, each finding their own dark hole to hide in. A grumbling noise fills the air, followed by a near orgasmic moan. Behind a massive dented trash dumpster sits a plump, blue hued, gargoyle.
"Buuuuuurrrrp!" Broadway's cheeks puffed and blew out, followed by a long sigh. There he sat, fat stomach fully distended, greasy pizza crusts, crumbs, sauce, and cheese littering his bloated frame. His fingers stroked his stuffed self, trailing along the swell, letting his claws slide carefully across so as not to burst himself. Finally he dug two fingers from both hands into his tight navel, prodding and pushing inside, putting his girth in enough straight to cause his cheeks to puff up once more.
"BUURRRRRRRP. Uhn...Luigi's out done himself tonight." Broadway gasped in his deep voice between belly heaves. He pulled a hand free of his blue belly and slapped at a nearby, old pizza box. Once in his grasp he pulled it close, flipped the lid and frowned to see no more slices. Pushing the torn box back from whence it came, he grunted and slapped at another box at his other side, this time hitting gold. "Mmm, double cheese and jalapeno...noone makes it like you do Luigi." He gripped the smashed slice of pizza and lowered it into his awaiting maw. His thick tail slid from side to side happily as he chewed and chomped on the day-old pizza.
For weeks Broadway had been raiding the local pizza joint's dumpster for the surprising amount of still edible pizza they continued to throw away. His already large frame took it's time with the calories, but with the constant overload Broadway's bulk simply began to pack it on and on. Broadway grunted, suckling his fingers for any remaining tasty cheese, and the second half of all this pizza binging began it's course for the night. A quick stomach bubble, a tail twitch, and..."FFFFRRRRRRP....FRRP...PRP...TRRRP." Broadway shivered, he moaned and sank against the brick alley wall, the heat of his gas still warming his inner thighs and just under his belly. All this greasy, garlic-ridden, gloppy food had tripled the amount of flatulence the fat gargoyle had ever produced, but the taste was worth the price.
Broadway smiled, licking his plump lips as his nostrils flared from his own scent filling the alley, one of these days he'd have to put an actual order in for Luigi's, rather than feed off half-eaten pizza boxes. But, there he sat, stroking his fat belly, letting his fingers slide under the girthy ball and lift it, only to drop it and let it bounce and slap his fat thighs. "Wuh-oh." he grunted, rocking himself until he was on his side, one arm holding his stuffed belly, the other quickly tugging down his loincloth, thanking himself for having the foresight to undo his belt earlier, the gargoyle's massive blue rear end was quickly exposed to the New York air. His tail lifted free as another explosive wave of flatulence filled the alley. Several long gassy minutes went by, Broadway simply stroked his quivering, jiggling ass cheeks, farting loud and proud, his thick wind billowing against and through his fingers.
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