Nova Peak brother you are comfy

It had taken Whittier about a dozen times consuming so much milk that he spit up all over himself to realize that the protesting grumble in his belly was his stomach's way of saying step away from the teat! He really hated it when his tummy objected like that for there was nothing he loved more than sucking on those giblets and filling his belly oh so very, very full. Considering the fact that taste and touch were the only senses he really had at his disposal (I.. think), there really wasn't much else to enthrall him besides mama's sweet, sweet jugs.

....Having said that, Whit was pretty convinced that maybe this time, he wouldn't throw up all of the contents of his stomach if he kept eating, in spite of the fact that his belly was quite certain that he would. The only thing that stopped him was a sudden heaviness upon his back that suggested one of his fellow puppy lumps was on the move. Whit jerked away from Bazi's titties, blinding searching for the bastard that had interrupted his dinner while mewling irritably - a sound that could not be silenced even as his brother's rump smooshed his tiny snout shut against the ground. Fortunately, he still had his wriggles to show his brother how unhappy he was with his current placement.