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*GROWWWWLLLLLLLL*

Stark felt a loud rumbling come from the otter's belly, the sound practically going through him.

"HAH!" Dale guffawed. "Ahhhh, sorry kiddo. Missed lunch, and mah', heh, 'loud pipings' are kickin' in."

Stark felt a strong blush creeping on his face, as well as another strong sensation rising in his "downstairs area".

"Oh no, you're fine, Dale." He sheepishly grinned.

The big otter still chuckled, releasing the embrace.

"Heheh, alright, lemme fire this grill up. I'm starving!"

Stark chuckled as well, sitting back in his foldable chair. The sky, a gradient of pinks and oranges slowly turned into a purple with streaks of dark.

The two, with a radio playing country music, enjoyed hot dogs and burgers, fresh off the grill. And...the occasional beer and wine they packed for the night and shared. They're having a great time.

It was a good day.

[alecdewott86]

That silly tits meme, but the fact that this dude's got an appetite that uh...well...makes itself known.

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Stark giving in to his hunger and finding the end result is his appetite grows - and what used to be enough isn’t remotely sufficient anymore. Even after all that his stomach is rumbling for more.

On his off-days where he can lounge in his briefs, he's only mildly annoyed when his gut is loudly impatient for takeout. Just scrolling through the delivery apps is enough to hear constant grumbling and growling noises. Stark is trying to ignore his stomach like a fed up parent.

[alecdewott86]

The scariest thing about werewolves is their potential to often underestimate their monstrous appetites. Eli is making a note to not miss -any- meals so people won't hear his loud-ass stomach lol