"Eat, Eat and Grow. Eat, Eat and Grow."

The shaman’s words echoed in DJ’s skull as he chewed and swallowed. How long had he been sat there? Hours? Days? The tribesmen were so kind to him, decorating his fur as they sang and chanted. He couldn’t understand any of the words, but he knew the message: “Eat, Eat and Grow”.

And so he ate, and he grew. A cornucopia of fruits, roasted meat and fish was paraded before him before simply being piled around his rotund form. They were all so nice. DJ felt a little bad that he couldn’t understand their language, or remember what they were called…or how he got there in the first place. All he knew for sure was that it felt Good to Eat; it felt Proper and Right to Eat and Grow.

And so he ate and he grew, never suspecting what fate might befall him when the feast was over…

Another favourite older pic, of DJ stuffin' his face. <3

DJ and story are my fault
Arts by redicnomad