the front door to cove's beach house opens slowly with a creak as cove herself walks in with a huff. she's come back from her neighbor's yearly sea food boil party, where it always seems like there is an unending supply of seafood. which means... cove couldn't keep track of all the generously filling, spicy and buttery crab meat she ate the entire 4 hours she was there.
cove slowly makes her way to her room and sets her stuff down by her bed. she goes through her routine of immediately stripping into comfier clothes. only this time, her shirt seems harder to get off.. a soft burble can be heard from her stomach, finally making cove look at what she's done to herself.
she looks down and notices she can't seem to find her feet, as they're now covered up by her rounded out middle. she lets out a soft gasp and whines, "ohhh mannn..." she can't believe how her smaller frame is holding any of the food packed inside her gut currently.
she continues to get her pjs on. panties and a white, sheer coverup top. why not? she's got her own private beach, not like anyone would see her in this pitiful state.
cove grunts as she opens the slide door to her backyard (can you even call it a backyard?), where the white sand and clear blue waves greet her. she sinks into her beach lounge chair, belly up and bloated to her max capacity.
the ocean breeze brushes against her middle, making it rumble gently. cove's hand involuntarily moves to the middle of her stomach, she closes her eyes, "so... full.."
the waves of cramps begin to roll through cove's stomach now, making her wince and squirm in the lounge chair. her stomach groaning and practically creaking, the spices and liquidy butter stir up inside her like a storm.
"too... f-full.." she grunts and throws her head back as a roar rips through her stomach loudly.
the noises from both her and her stomach get louder and more desperate as now everything inside has turned to an upset mess...
"rub..." she moans, "need to rub...nghnn~" she looks next to her and in the sand is the tanning oil she used the other day. she grabs the bottle, pops the top open and drizzles the brown oil onto her full, grumbling gut. cove watches with her eyebrows furrowed in awe as her stomach begins to glisten in the nice uv rays of the sun.
she puts the oil down and slowly makes her hands grip the sides of her taut stomach. she begins to rub the tanning oil onto her stomach, each push and rub making loud, sick churns. causing a few whimpers to slip out cove's lips...
"n-no more room inside you..." she pants, "fuck, all this seafood boil is roaring inside my g-gut...hnggh.."
the spice from the food makes her stomach tingle and warm as it churns away harshly. behind her bellybutton pulses as the pressure builds up, between gas and slop. as she rubs the tanning oil more, she slips a hand under her lower stomach. as it emits a long, deep groan she feels it vibrate under her palm. she moves her index and middle finger up just below her bellybutton and rubs deep, small circles into the area. her stomach let out loud, bubbly gurgles, making her moan a little too loudly at the releases...
"s-shit... i-i'm..." she tries to get out through whines, "i'm too f-full and- ngghhh! it's so angry with me... f-fuck, my belly~"
with her eyes widened and jaw dropped, a bubbly, harsh growl leaves her poor stomach, making her see stars and squeeze her thighs together.
the ocean waves calmly crashed in front of her and the breeze kisses the sides of her steaming stomach. she grips the sides of her lounge chair, legs shaking while being a whimpering mess. she feels everything brew hard in her lower belly. the swell of her stomach pulses of bubbles and sloshy pressure. each movement in the chair causes the mess inside to glorp loudly.
"i think- the bathroom... i-is in dire need real soon..." she says to herself through a moan. cove attempts to turn and get up from the chair, but between the sun in her eyes and the immense weight of her stomach, there's just no way she's getting up for an emergency...
Druids were rarely seen in civilized society. Reclusive and mysterious, the magic they practice is often only understood by them and whatever gods of nature they kindle favor with. These same gods tend to be vague with their missions and motivations. This leaves an interesting philosophical line to walk when it comes to serving them.
Gnolls were seen as gluttonous and untrustworthy. The first couldn't be helped–the second, however, could be disproven. She'd been entrusted with thousands of acres of woodlands after getting a blessing from a desperate dryad. She stayed true to her word, meticulously keeping the peace and helping the circle of life continue its neverending rotation.
Taka's large frame maneuvered through the woodlands with a grace uncharacteristic of her kind. Long, powerful legs helped her traverse quickly in precise strides. The sound of bead and bone jewelry echoed on the wind. Her various baubles and macabre fetishes clacked together and swayed with her movements. The skulls of various long-passed creatures adorned her. Turquoise stones and handcrafted jewelry hung around her neck, wrists, and ankles. She brushed her long black mane to one side, flicking out a layer of dirt that clung to it. Her nature was to scavenge and to repurpose; to not let anything go unused or unappreciated. This garnered her plenty of favor with all gods of the wild.
Tan fur speckled with dark spots covered every inch of Taka’s body. It nearly blended in with the hides she wrapped around her waist and torso. The modest fur clothing kept her decent without restricting her movement. Her gnarled staff was her most prized possession. Despite her affinity for collecting, this was truly the only worldly possession she coveted. A twisted thick branch of yew wood as tall as she was. It had a large chunk of amber with a butterfly inside that was as black as night. Any light that shone through it cast a grim shadow. It was the focus for her magic and as much a part of her as the earth was.
Taka continued her trek, only a mile from her home now. She knew this area well, its familiar sights and creatures. She readjusted her tattered leather pack and pressed onward. She'd walked nearly all day with the intention of spending the night in her bed, not to mention filling her stomach with a home cooked meal. Gnolls had a massive appetite–and hers hadn't been properly sated in days. The odd foraging and brief campfire meals didn't keep her stomach from growling, either.
The ragged strap from her pack dug into Taka’s sore shoulder, its contents nearly spilling out. She had just enough food for a day of rest: meat, vegetables, and a few assorted berries. Her mouth began to salivate at the idea of what she would make with it. It was taking everything she had not to reach in her pack and eat the ingredients one at a time. Taka’s stomach let out a long rumble, reminding her once again how completely empty she was. She gripped her upper abdomen with her free hand and squeezed the excess flesh in a vain attempt to subdue its cries. The extra layer of fat that accumulated throughout her body was a testament to just how otherworldly her appetite was, but it was her obnoxious stomach that divulged it most of all.
Nestled in the heart of the woodland beneath a canopied pasture hid a small hut. The rough wood and thatch construction served its purpose and gave Taka a proper place to recuperate. It was a construction culminating her odd impulses; the outside was adorned with intricate totems and wind chimes made of all sized bones. A welcome sight after days spent away performing rituals and rites. All through the trees and her roof sat a murder of crows. They hopped about excitedly and started cawing as she got closer. Anticipating the onslaught of other mouths to feed, Taka dug into her bag’s many pouches. Along the paths she’d worn into her home turf sat covered bowls on posts. She removed the tops and placed handfuls of seeds, nuts and berries. The birds quickly flocked to the offerings and began squabbling amongst themselves. Outside her door was another post; its bowl had a small pile of coins and assorted trinkets. A passing crow dropped a copper piece as she reached for the pile. It eyed her impatiently before flying over and snatching a red berry from her hand. Her relationship with the crows was mutually beneficial, and gave her modest funds to buy supplies with, as well as bits to add to her jewelry.
Her stomach panged with hunger as she gave away a meager amount of her rations. It seemed ridiculous to feel any jealousy towards such creatures, but her hollow stomach was incapable of reasoning. With a hand on her midriff she entered her hut, squinting in the darkness. A wave of her hand was all it took to light her fireplace and the wide array of candles throughout the room. She laid her pack down and overturned it, letting the plethora of ingredients spill onto her table. Her stomach howled impatiently as she set about preparing something.
As Taka chopped vegetables and sprinkled spices on large chunks of meat she could feel the gnawing hunger in her core becoming increasingly intense. The crackling of the fire and the persistent hissing of her meal cooking was being drowned out by rolling rumbles echoing from deep inside her. This amount of internal activity was normal for her, especially before a meal, but it wasn’t easy to ignore without a proper distraction. She soon found herself popping small handfuls of fresh berries in her mouth and taking large gulps from her water skin. This didn't satisfy her–she could feel her powerful stomach acids dissolving her snack mere moments after she swallowed it. This combined with the smells of a long awaited meal made her greedy gut howl in frustration. With no other option, she turned her meal over in the pan with one hand while the other rested on her midriff, feeling the convulsing organs rioting underneath her fur.
Despite her body being in a rush, Taka was meticulous in her preparation and plating of her food. It was a substantial amount, easily enough for three humans. Multiple slabs of meat and root vegetables piled on a plate that could serve as a dinner tray to most others. She could feel her stomach quivering as she finally began to eat. She did own cutlery, but it often went unused. The true nature of what she was came out when she ate in a completely undignified manner. Once she started eating– that's when her unholy appetite became apparent. She ate so rapidly she could feel her stomach filling with each swallow, taking another bite at a pace only someone truly famished could maintain. What took an hour to prepare was devoured within minutes. Taka’s stomach greedily churned away at her food and made a new array of satisfied noises as it finally began processing its first proper meal in days.
While it was quieter when she was full, her guts still made a cacophony of sounds. Gnoll stomach acid was among one of the most caustic substances in the material plane. The way it boiled and churned whatever was dropped into it was unlike the digestive tract of even the most legendary of creatures. This was the side of her there was no help changing and she was fine with that. Even if it meant waiting, sometimes for days filling herself to her true capacity was always a pleasure. The gentle ache she felt settling in her core after a large meal was leaps and bounds better than the incessant roaring of hunger that preceded it. Soon her meal would be gone and it would be time to do it all again. The circle of life.
A kinky take on the goodberry spell.
Nature had a way of speaking to druids, of telling them when and where they were needed. It took devotion to the lifestyle and understanding of the unseen forces of the world. Taka was needed for a ritual, that much she knew and that meant another hike. She enjoyed hiking, walking all through the territory she was responsible for. A more powerful Druid might open a portal to their destination or travel through the fey wild. Taka on the other hand was humble and content walking, even if it worked up an appetite.
She didn't carry much in the way of supplies at least as far as survival was concerned. After all, nature did provide, especially for a druid. She knew she needed to forage for ritual supplies rather than food. No matter, she'd have to fall back on her standby rations. Her hike wasn't as the crow flies but rather a series of detours to find various plants, fungi and stones that all served a specific purpose.
Along the way Taka had finally found the source of her personal search, a familiar bunch of dark green leaves with small nubs of berries waiting to grow. She plucked the sprig of mistletoe, and with a brief surge of magic a pile of plump red berries grew rapidly, filling her palm. She salivated and her stomach growled causing her to grimace. Druids called these goodberries, a magical food that could sustain a body for an entire day with just one berry. She used this spell as necessary but she didn’t care for them much herself. Right now however she was too hungry to find a proper meal and still had much to do. She could deal with her stomach making noise even if it was quaking with thunderous hunger, not her legs shaking or her head pounding. That made her feel like she was wasting away and in that case a goodberry would do.
With a sigh she popped the berry in her mouth and swallowed it whole. She was so hungry there was more saliva than berry traveling down her throat. Her stomach convulsed and quaked the moment the berry landed in her begging gut. The magical nature of the fruit took effect rapidly. She felt the strength returning to her limbs and the throbbing in her head subside. As her stomach started to churn, she could feel the berry sitting stubbornly inside her like a pebble. Due to the nature of her anatomy she was typically very aware of how things broke down inside her. Good berries however took all day and didn’t offer the satisfaction of a stretched out full stomach. Instead she had the rolling boil of digestion and this stubborn thing tumbling around in her stomach acids. She often found herself wondering if this is how it felt to the passing travelers or critters she offered these berries too, or if it was just another symptom of her kind’s gluttonous curse.
The sounds emitting from her core were much more tumultuous than usual. Long squealing gurgles that were punctuated with deep roars reverberated through her layers of fat and fur. Pressing a hand firmly into her gut she felt the tremors underneath her palm. Her hand sunk into her plush middle, further evidence that her cavernous stomach was nearly hollow. Despite the activity inside her she felt well enough to continue. One advantage to only having a good berry was how light on her feet she felt. She could leap and bound through the brush without being offset by the characteristic bloating that came with her indulgent meals.
Her goal was a long lived tree far in the distance. Tall and imposing, its hidden roots stretched far. This tree was well on its way to becoming awakened. In a few decades its roots would break through the earth and it would roam as a treant. Taka would need to help it along. A few prayers and a ritual to enhance the soil with nutrients would ensure its success. She could already feel a connection with this plant as she laid a hand on its thick bark. Dragging her nails down it lightly, very little chipped off, despite its size and age it was sturdy. Satisfied she cleared a spot of ground in front of it and began drawing symbols in the dirt with her staff. She'd have to commune with this tree and powerful spirits to ensure it would be guided along properly.
With one final turn she drew a circle around herself and sealed the runes. Satisfied with her work she stretched before squatting down and taking a seat. It was an instant relief finally getting to rest. One part of her body however was restless. In the stillness of the secluded wilderness the groans of her stomach broke the silence. The goodberry inside her sat defiantly in her guts, churning but not breaking down. Despite the rest of her body telling her it was nourished her stomach howled warning her of all the empty space. She ran a hand down her side letting it pass over her ribcage before resting it just below it. This was the most concave she’d seen her midriff in a while. The pudge that typically pooled in her lap when she sat just barely stuck out. A week of only good berries and perhaps she could show off just how much muscle she had hidden underneath. As if responding to her thoughts her stomach trembled making her body shutter.
As Taka focused on meditation her organs complained dramatically. Crossing her arms over her midsection she doubled down allowing herself to slip deeper into concentration. As the words of wisdom came to her she began chanting softly under her breath. A faint glow shined on the runes surrounding her and slowly spread to the tree. Ancient energy coursed through the land and focused on this one living being. She continued like this for hours communicating with unseen beings and allowing wild magic to flow through her to the earth. As the sun began to set, Taka's amber staff and ritual circle illuminated the forest. A swarm of lightning bugs descended into the clearing as she finished her final incantation and unsealed the circle. Her task was complete and if left undisturbed this tree would get to go on the next step of its long journey.
She was brought back to reality as she felt the gnawing of hunger deep inside her. The stubborn berry had finally broken down and now all that remained was a pool of unused stomach acid. That hollow spot she felt so many hours ago was now a bottomless pit. Deep anguished cries begin echoing from it reverberating in her core. Her mouth pooled with saliva as her body began its own pre meal ritual. With her duties taken care of she could now take the time to properly feed herself, and she intended too.
I want to apologize for not making a Christmas post, but I did want to share this animation I did!
I'm sort of an amateur animator with no prior experience, so it's not my forte. But I had to portray what I imagine a very empty, growling stomach looks like:
