Chew Time: Belly Belcher (Preview)

There’s an abrupt cut, and Rachel is now holding a mini soda can. “Oh! Here we are, the solution and our great product for today!” She held it up closer so the label was more readable. “I introduce you to: Belly Belcher!”

Another abrupt cut followed, the tiny can now on a pedestal that was slowly rotating. The color was electric blue with the label spelled out in a crude font. Towards the bottom before the ingredients list, a cartoonish muzzle was imprinted on, open wide with dashes to indicate it was either speaking or… burping.

“Yes, that name may seem crude, but it is the Belly Belcher!” Rachel’s voice was heard. “This is a new soda that’s been appearing in some specialized stores across the nation and on one or two menus. And, in case you’re wondering…”

An image of a toon orca and toon rat was shown, each holding a stack of pizzas on one of their hands. “…Yes! Pizza O’Clock does indeed have this drink on the menu.”

Rachel returned, now sitting on a stool with her whole body visible. She still held the can, motioning to open it. “Not much is really known about who made this particular drink. The company that brews it, Quenchin’ Blast, has surprisingly little info or even their history out there. All I know is that this particular drink was made in the past year.

“Even when I asked Pizza O’Clock's owners about the drink and the company they got it from, their lips were zipped, sealed, and the keys tossed away! It’s a big mystery here!”

Rachel smiled. “But you all know how I looove my mystery products! Let’s pop this baby open and have ourselves a nice sip!”

She cracked the can open, a pleasant fizzle leaving it. “Now, let’s drink!”

She started to bring the drink to her lip, a dramatic zoom-in and music playing. It just quickly ended and zoomed back out. “Buuut, let’s have a little taste before then!”

Rachel lifted one of her fingers into the can’s hole and dipped it in. She brought it up to her maw, sticking out her tongue and placing the wet finger onto it. She licked it and sighed.

“Mmmm, sugary good-BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPP!”

Her jaw stretched open, soft light blue fur erupting out around her maw and spreading. It flowed right across her cheeks to below her ears, the fuzz getting puffier. Her cheeks then stretched, growing rounder and protruding from her head like a cartoon. Everything below her bottom jaw grew thinner, darker, neon blue fur.

Her top front teeth wobbled as the belch left. They began to elongate, their shape turning rounder and curved at the ends. They thickened and widened, her teeth readjusting to fit them. Wrapping it all together, their color turning pearly white, soon followed by the rest of her chompers.

“Mmm, taBURP!” One final small burp left her maw. Her face shot forward like a rocket, but only stretching a few inches. Her nose turned bright pink and inflated into a toony snoot. Whiskers popped out above her top jaw, adding to its animal charm.

Rachel let out a soft “aww”, licking her chops. A comically big and pink tongue slurped across her new muzzle, drops of blue saliva flicking about.

“Now dat’s sum good soda!” Her voice came out in a deep, comically silly baritone now, not a single bit of shock in her eyes. “Get a load of dat belch I’s did!”