Bokra leaned back on the sofa, his flab spreading out beneath him. The poor couch groaned under his weight, and he groaned back at it. He didn't need ANOTHER sofa giving out under him. Not today, at least. He was not in the mood. 

	He looked down at his immense middle with a sigh, one of his bloated hands roaming across it. He could feel just how stretched his scales were, how full and flabby everything was. He shouldn't have hit that buffet on the way home from work. He was still bloated from breakfast, but his tummy had cried out for more, and he'd given it what it wanted despite his better judgment. 

	Now he was just trying to let everything settle, beached on the sofa until the pressure in his belly was gone. He'd tried to get up a little bit ago to grab a snack, but he was so over-stuffed he couldn't get himself upright. All he'd managed to do was work up a sweat and shift his belly around a bunch, now he was all gassy again. 

	Bokra was just glad he'd beached himself with the remote in reach, at least. With a grunt he reached over and snagged it, flipping the TV on. Some mindless television would help him relax and digest his meal. At least, he hoped it would. He was starting to get hungry again...

	The croc couldn't zone out like he usually did, even with the tv turned up high. Every few minutes his belly would gurgle and remind him just how full and swollen it was, or he'd have to push out another rumbling belch, or he'd feel another hunger pang deep in his middle. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his belly demanded all his attention. 

	So Bokra gave up on the TV and just started playing with his belly. He started with a few pats, making the bloated mass of blubber jiggle about. That got him burping more though, so he quickly stopped that. Instead he just started rubbing wide circles around the sides of his belly, soothing some of the pressure there. It helped a little, but even with both hands working constantly his scales still felt ready to split. 

	Every pinch and rub met a mix of soft flab and taut tummy, the second more prominent thanks to his big snack after work. His normally drooping, sagging middle was rounded out and even a bit buoyant, though it was still far too heavy for him to stand. Trapped beneath his own belly. The more he thought about it, the more...

	Bokra gulped, pushing his flabby thighs together. He could feel himself getting worked up, and he really didn't need that right now. His gut was WAY too big to reach past, and he couldn't even reach the phone to call a friend over to help. He tried to focus on the TV again to distract himself, but the gurgling and groaning from his belly kept drawing his attention back. 

	Slowly, the croc felt himself getting erect. His poor cock was buried in fupa and underbelly, but it still managed to rise to full mast despite all that weight pushing down atop it. Normally the croc would just reach down and dig into his flab to get hold of it, but he had so much bloat in the way. All he could do was whine and squirm as his member pressed into his undergut, hard and craving attention just like his belly. 

	“Fuck...” He huffed under his breath just before he felt another belch rise up his throat and rumble past his lips. Had he really eaten that much? He'd just wanted a quick snack, but the buffet was new and he wasn't on their no-fly list yet. He had to indulge, just a little...

	He tried to roll to his feet again, eyeing his cellphone on the kitchen counter. He had half a dozen people he could call to come deal with this for him, and they might even bring snacks... it was useless though, his lardy legs too weak to heave him back upright. 

	The need in his tummy and his groin both grew, both aching for attention. He went back to rubbing his middle, trying to quiet it, even pushing it down a little to force it onto his arousal. That felt pretty good, but it wasn't enough, maybe...

	Bokra sat up the pest he could, spreading his legs and letting his belly droop to the floor. Then, slowly, he pushed himself forward. He wasn't trying to get onto his feet this time, instead rolling onto his belly. It took a few tries, but he managed it eventually. His belly gave an unhappy groan as laid atop it, the croc loosing another belch. 

	He tried to ignore the discomfort in his middle as placed his flabby feet on the sofa behind him, starting to push with them. He shuddered as he felt his cock slide across his underbelly, digging into the bloated blubber. Just what he'd wanted. 

	With awkward, clumsy thrusts Bokra began to fuck his own gut. It was slow going, the croc barely able to rock his over-fed body. Not to mention how out-of-breath he was getting, panting between belches as he worked up a sweat. He ignored the burning in his chest for now though, more focused on the heat in his groin. 

	Every slow thrust made his belly groan and heave, sloshing and gurgling beneath him. It got noise the more he humped, and he belched more often and louder as a result. He just hoped the neighbors waited till after he was done to file the noise complaint this time. 

	The croc had to take a few breaks as he went, catching his breath and just laying atop his blimped-up gut. He was so full it almost hurt, but even as he worked to get himself off he could still feel that he was hungry too. He'd have to drag himself into the kitchen after this...
	
	The mental image of cramming his face into the fridge and clearing it out gave Bokra the energy needed to start humping again, the croc groaning loudly as his pleasure built and his belly jiggled. His jaw was starting to ache from all the gas he was working out, but he didn't care. He just needed a few more thrusts, a little more...

	With one particularly eager thrust, he pushed himself over the edge. In more ways than one, even. As he hit his climax, Bokra felt himself rolling forward. His cock dribbled cum into his folds as he rolled off the sofa and onto his face, belly rising behind him. His legs were stuck atop his bloated gut, toes twitching as he came. 

	Bokra laid there and basked in his afterglow for a while, a big dumb grin spread across his face. It vanished as his belly rumbled quite suddenly, demanding to be filled even further. He groaned and looked up from his place on the floor, his phone and even further out of reach. Maybe he could roll himself into the kitchen... after a nap.