Us chillin' and watching video esseys while I'm big enough to snack on watermelons whole. It's quite relaxing really. Laying there and being able to feel my breathing rhythm, hear my heartbeat, occasionally the slick, grinding rubber sound of a melon or two being pushed past.
Then with one conscious flex you hear, very loudly, as nearly two dozen melons are CRUSHED against one another within my crop in a couple seconds flat.
Popping them all like bubble-wrap and doubtlessly turning them all into a wet pulp, one that another groan from the crop signals it being pushed into the eager stomach below, drowning out it's own hungry growls.
