Bandit laid back and huffed. A contraction rippled through his belly and caused a good deal of discomfort, with his natural instinct to rub at it kicking in. But he was so rotund now, so absolutely stuffed that no amount of his own rubbing was soothing him properly. He kept at it though. Each time his tummy tensed up he let out a little grunt or hiss and pushed his hands into his taut gut, massaging at it as he felt things inside shift and stretch. Even after their breeding session Bandit still needed time to dilate. As Pat returned from the kitchen, fetching refreshments for the two, Bandit began to beg for him to join in and help his belly feel a bit better. All the while the pressure inside forced his rocket to stay fully erect, stuck out and twitching against his will. Perhaps it would come in handy during the process...