a comic with three panels, featuring chine (a large fat testosterone-dominant person. red hair on their head and covering their body. freckled.) and duvall (smaller brown man with slicked back black hair and a white shirt. heโs seen only from the shoulders up and is accompanied by a sparse cloud of insects)
first panel
chine is suspended in front of duvall by a vine-like monster thatโs begun to creep up his shirt. one arm is tied behind his back and the other reaches towards duvall. duvall is holding chineโs pole-axe, and looks disturbed. dialogue is as follows:
chine: no, not that!
duvall: what?
chine: my book! get me my fable book - quick! before i -
second panel (main feature of the page, overlaps third panel slightly)
chine is suspended upside down, both arms tied behind his back. the vine has lifted his shirt to reveal his chest, which it squeezes. a tendril begins to lift their pants away from their body. dialogue as follows:
chine: damn, my arms! okay, look - duvall youโre just gonna have to - could you - take some bites for me?
duvall (off screen): WHAT?
third panel
chine is lifted higher above duvall, his stomach is to the viewer, the vine emphasizes the curves of their body, squeezing into the fat. duvall looks up at him, confused. dialogue is as follows:
chine: iโve never - iโve read about this sort of thing - but iโve - iโve never a first person account of it - have you?
duvall: . . . no - no i suppose i havenโt.
duvall sits with a notebook open, writing. he looks very overwhelmed, and stares into the middle distance. heโs surrounded by a thick cloud of insects. dialogue as follows:
chine (off screen): you got that?
duvall: yep - got it - got all of it
for fatt pinup week (caught) - chine stumbles into a rare research opportunity and duvall is stuck with data entry
#nsfwfatt