The garage was mostly silent, save for the deep, ominous sloshing and gurgling that rumbled from the green-turned-blue gecko's gargantuan, horrifically swollen body as he wobbled atop his rounded groin, whimpering as his jaw continued to work away at that wad of gum even as his jaw began to ache. He just couldn't spit it out, despite what it had done to his body. He could only whimper, feebly wiggling his hands and feet as he felt that thick, sweet liquid leaking from his navel, flowing down his frontside and joining the ever-growing puddle of blueberry juice that had formed beneath him. Juice had stained his tattered clothing, which now clung to his dampened body, the same blue as his scales had become.

Artwork by the lovely Narid the Nighthunter!