SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. And I just keep on commissioning him and writing words with for them. So, after some back and forth with him, decided to splurge and get a whole series arted up starring a hunky squirrel guy that myself and WatchOutForDragons dreamed up! Then of course can't forget Max the husky who belongs to Sol!
Hope you enjoy!
Mouth parted wide, that broad tongue rolling over the flat set of teeth that lined his lower jaw, Sen prepared to dispose of his latest experiment. He held his hand over his maw and relaxed his grip. The petri dish that had been pinched between his padded fingers slipped into a freefall.
Max and Walter, bloated beyond belief as their engorged forms leaned in for a kiss, paid little mind to the fact that the edge of the universe was a concave pane of plastic that curved towards them. Or that the vast darkness of space had come to be replaced with the lightless depths of a mouth. The couple, noisily slurping up a spiraling arm of the Milky Way shared between them, blissfully locked their lips together completely unaware.
Sen pressed his tongue up to the roof of his mouth. The inky black solution contained within the petri dish lapped against and spilled over the sides. As did the squirrel and husky.
Trillions of lives, countless civilizations, and untold worlds had vanished into Max and Walter’s stomachs. Yet... as they bounced along Sen’s taste buds, the kangaroo grunting in delight at their palpable presence, it all amounted to nothing. Having eaten, if not ascended, into existence devouring entities only to become not even a light snack to someone even greater.
The kangaroo relished the sensation, the weight, of worlds trailing down his tongue and along the folds of muscle that lined his throat. A faint urp escaped from Sen’s lips when an almost negligible weight sank into the pit of his gut. “The eater of world-eaters…” he chuckled as his stomach rumbled for something that could actually fill it.
Sen pushed his glasses up along the bridge of his muzzle and took stock of the ongoing experiments that remained. Wrinkles formed along his brow when he realized just how disparate of timelines they operated on. It would be hours, days even, before any snacks err… subjects of reasonable size would be produced.
He ravenously licked his lips. Sen understood why, he recognized the importance, of staggering them out. The risk of having that many experiments, swelling simultaneously to such sizes, was simply too great. But damn it all how he hated to wait to feel untold trillions, likely quadrillions at this point, of souls subsumed into the fat upon his thighs and the heft that lined his pecs. To know that entire star clusters, fleeting in their existence, were created with the sole purpose of sustaining his indulgences.
Sen pinched a vial, its contents frothing and bubbling, between his plump fingers and slid a pipette down its glass neck. Squeezing its plastic head, the pipette sucked up a handful of drops from the vial. “What a terrible turn of events…” Sen playfully mused aloud as he set the vial back into place. “It would appear that a number of my trails have been tainted by outside variables. A shame,” he tutted.
Holding the pipette above another petri dish, Sen allowed a single droplet to fall and pierce the solution’s surface. It immediately began to rattle in place as a bacteria sized coyote, greedily gobbling up coworkers at his law firm, found himself buckling to his knees as he underwent sudden and explosively exponential growth. Exploding free of his office, and clothes, he mindless shoveled up entire city blocks. Counties. Countries. Continents. Planets.
Within a matter of seconds, Sen marveled at colossal coyote that had grown from microscopic to speck sized. “No choice but to dispose of them and start over,” he playfully sighed before tossing the still swelling coyote into his open maw.
“So many false positives I’ll have to account for…” Sen smirked as he tainted, and devoured, the remainder of his experiments.