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A wonderful commission I acquired from @AZSpicedJason on Twitter, who did a fantastic job of putting the blues to Aaron, though this hellhound isn't howling sorrow tonight as he decides to improve his post-party funk by having a little fun with his collection of special blueberry gum, now sold in 200 pieces barrels.

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The party had been over well before it started, and Aaron had been left sort of wanting more; more excitement, more thrills. It had been alright, but now that he was home, what was there to do? There was more streaming content to catch up, but what to wear during it? His large mirror reflected his current attire, of a rather pricey button-up shirt and even pricier gucci pants. Several people had commented on them, but like, it was just something he threw together in a pinch. “Man, wouldn’t mind feeling the pinch now” he said to himself. “Hmmm, now that’s an idea~”

Despite his small arsenal of cursed and otherwise forbidden ideas, the hellhound was in the mood for something nice and refreshing; something juicy. So he turned to the special fridge, which is used to contain some pretty obscure delights, including an enormous 500 piece tub of blue gumballs. It had taken him some doing to secure a full container of these little blue miracles, but they had been worth the effort. But how many? Pursing his lips, Aaron thought back to how much he had paid for his current outfit, and he could definitely recall the pants had been nearly two grand. “Right yeah” he muttered, and took four out.

Despite being cold, the little balls melted in his mouth, releasing a refreshing burst of blueberry flavour. Idly chewing until it was pulp, Aaron wandered about his vast apartment, pausing in front of his mirror again, and smiling. “Oh hello~” he purred to his reflection, whose nose had turned a shade of blue. “It’s always at the nose, it’s funny” he remarked, still chewing away.

But if the nose turns blue, then right on cue. GURGLE! The hellhound breathed deeply, appreciating the sudden coolness in his middle. Admiring his reflection some more, the hellhound tilted his head as a thought came to mind. His eyes darted about, before he seemed to reach a conclusion and swallowed the gum. Thankfully it was perfectly safe for the GIT to do it, the gum breaking down once it had worked its magic. But to the average sucker, it wouldn’t be the best idea. Thankfully Aaron was no sucker as the coolness in his middle spread and grew, his tummy rumbling as his fine abdominals melted away, his shirt buttons starting to strain against a rising gut. The hellhound gleefully pet it, fully aware of the juice building up inside him. Already his fur was turning blue, starting from his bellybutton and creeping outwards like moss. Aaron murred excitedly, his belly rumbling fiercely as it swelled with sumptuous juice. It rocked and sloshed about as it pressed into the diamond spaces between his buttons, which strained against them. “Oooo~?” he murmured, catching a sudden feeling in his hips.

Naturally a round belly would need its support in hindsight, and what better way than his hips blimping up as well? The threads of his expensive pants immediately started to tear as his hips bloated with juice, his stance widening as cool juice spilled down into his legs, adding to the cacophony of bubbling and sloshing with a crash of thunder thighs. Aaron panted excitedly, a button pinging off his mirror as the lowest part of his shirt billowed open, exposing his belly and navel which had gotten caught in the waistband of his trademark “RUIN ME” jockstrap. It was actually kinda sexy having it caught there, the front of his pants lowering yet still capturing the underside of his bulbous belly. “Hel-looo~ Aren’t you lookin’ blue papi?” he said to his reflection as the blue on his nose spread down his muzzle, stopping at the base.