hi, my name is Pecker! this is my blog, mainly centered around stomach noises of many variety (hunger, digestion, upset, etc.) it is a treat to have you here.
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Favorites
1) Favorite or most formative SG moment in media?
2) Favorite cause? (Hunger, Digestion, Upset, etc.)
3) Favorite kind of sound? (Description or Onomatopoeia)
4) Favorite SG Artists?
5) Favorite SG creators for audio/video?
6) Any favorite posts? Can be art, audio, video, etc.
Do you prefer…
7) Audio, video or art?
8) Your own sounds or other's?
9) Casual or extreme scenarios?
10) Realistic or unrealistic scenarios?
11) Fictional or IRL?
Personal
12) Do you know how and when this kink started for you?
13) Do your friends know you're into this?
14) Is this kink more sexual or more comforting to you? Maybe both?
15) Kinks you enjoy in combination with SG?
16) Any other kinks you enjoy more?
17) Any SG kink turn offs?
18) Hottest thing that happened to you with this kink?
19) Do you go out of your way to make your guts noisy? (Fasting, Overstuffing, Intentionally making your stomach upset, etc.)
Bonus
20) Any character that deserves to get a SG scene?
sorry for being inactive, but i'll be answering any asks! i'll try to have more of a presence - back then i was worried of wanting to only post 'high quality stuff', but i think i should cut back a little
Story where both A and B are hungry and eat some food, but A is still hungry but doesn't want to ask for more food
Thanks for this request! Got nothing much to say for this foreword, just that there's a balance to be had to make this fic enjoyable for people who have played the game with these characters, and people who haven't. I hope I succeeded in that regard! (besides, you can always do a quick Google search for context :P)
Second Course (feat. Loop)
(stomach noises, hunger over the course of one day physically but a week mentally, denial of hunger, physical teasing)
There were times where Siffrin thought Loop was full of crab.
One such moment was when Loop denied being hungry, ever. Granted, the starhead didn't have any mouth on their face, but Siffrin doubted that they could simply exist without taking in something as a form of energy. And they say they're not a star, so…
One particular loop, Siffrin sat down on the Favor Tree, slumped over the log whilst watching Loop swing their legs around freely. Their head crackles like a star would — a white glowing mass with sharp edges and eyes on the middle — while their bare black and lean body rested on the tree.
(You consider the thought that Loop isn't wearing any clothes. You decide to… remove that consideration from your head.)
"Hey, stardust." Loop raised their eyes, seemingly happy to see Siffrin. Their voice is… theatrical to say the least, sounding like a pretentious diva. "How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?"
"Let's talk about something." The white-haired wanderer fixed the brim of his pointed hat.
The starhead leaned forward, placing both palms on their knees and their eyes focused on Siffrin. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"
Siffrin took a deep breath before huffing out his question. "…do you eat? Like, ever?"
Loop placed the tip of their fingers on where their mouth would be. "Have you ever seen me eat, stardust? I don't have to eat!"
"That's the thing, everybody's got to eat. But, I haven't seen you… away from the tree at all."
The hand on their mouth swatted the air in front of Siffrin. "Aw, don't take pity on me, stardust. I'm part of the loops with you, what's the difference when I eat!"
Yeah, Siffrin's not believing a single word of that. Being a part of the loops messes with your brain a lot, and despite technically not needing to eat, goodness does Siffrin feel hungry. Thinking about it has their stomach clenching, angrily digesting the remaining morsel of the food as though there was nothing inside their stomach. It churned and burbled restlessly, enough for Siffrin to feel the shifting inside him.
And there's Loop, who hasn't ate a single thing.
Siffrin squinted a little, before continuing. "I get hungry too."
"Oh, do you?" Their face lit up in laughter. "My, you must haven't fed yourself well! How unfortunate for you, stardust~!"
'Ssssqqqquuuuuuoooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrwwwwlllllll!'
Loop was quickly given a payback as their stomach unexpectedly snarled at them, catching them off guard. Siffrin could see Loop's black abdomen tremble and ripple, as the angry yowl continued to bellow from their hollow organ. Their eyes widen, and they reflexively wrapped both arms around their stomach, in shock. Is it the first time their stomach had made a noise?
"About that…?" Siffrin tugged the hem of their baggy cloak. They couldn't really afford to make eye contact, which may help Loop in sparing the embarrassment.
(Geez, they really didn't have to deny that they were starving…)
Loop glared at the visitor, speaking in a flat tone. "…Stardust."
"Yes, Loop?"
"I'm… I'm not hungry." They shook their head.
Siffrin made a dismayed face. Again, Loop was full of crab. "…suuuure. Likely story."
Now, he could've ribbed Loop about it endlessly; it was a rare time where Siffrin had a comeuppance for the frankly annoying star. And they did — but then they figured that next loop, they would offer Loop something to eat. Partly because seeing the starhead squirm as they're offered kindness would be amusing for Siffrin, but also… they are a companion for the loops. It was about as genuine as a thanks could get, without prompting Loop to bug him about how mushy he is and how muuuuch he loves Loop. Ugh.
(Maybe this was a bad idea, actually. But you've made your mind up about it.)
After a couple of loops, Siffrin brought a fair few of items from Dormont — namely a healthy helping of pain au chocolat and baguettes and cakes and whatnot from the Boulangerie, various pastries with cream or stuffings in the middle of a soft, gooey bread. The smell alone was intoxication, warm notes of yeast and wheat that permeated from the bag. Siffrin could already imagine what it's like to sink his teeth into the food; the crunch of the bread undoing itself inside their mouth, the explosion of flavored cream spread across their tongue, leaving an aftertaste of chocolate and strawberry that's simply too stubborn to leave their taste.
'gggrrruuuuooOooooOoooouuuuUuuuu…'
Siffrin's stomach clenched hard, before making a defeated growl as the walls wrung itself dry at the torturing thought of eating. Shame he has to share the food instead of inhaling it all for themselves.
Going to the Favor Tree, Loop perked up at the two paper bags he's holding. Their eyes squinted, suspicion glinting on their irises. Siffin sat down on the tree, placing a bag besides him while holding one still.
"Hey, stardust." Loop sat themselves straight, legs crossed on one another and their palms pressed on their knees. "How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?"
"Let's talk about something." Without another word, Siffrin handed the bag over to their company.
"Oh? A present, just for me? You shouldn't!" Loop made an exaggerated mouth cover, clasping their hands together before grabbing the bag. "I wonder what you thought will be a good gift for me?"
"Well, one way to find out." They said dryly.
As Loop opened the bag, their eyes furrowed before widening. Their eyes scanned over the bag, not expecting all of it to be an overwhelming amount of delicacies.
"Stardust, you brought me food?" Loop turned their head back up.
Siffrin managed an innocent shrug, grabbing a baguette from his bag. "I thought you were hungry."
The starhead felt their stomach clench, but they weren't about to relent on this crabbing wanderer. "I am not—"
Loop's stomach sounded off again, howling away as it desperately cried out for the food in front of them. They could only glare at Siffrin, not bothering to hide their stomach as it churned and caterwauled, like a pack of hyenas squabbling over each other.
They take a deep breath, before denying it once more. "…I am not hungry."
"What is so difficult about eating something?" Siffrin said, irritated.
Loop was contemplating what to do, yet their belly kept grumbling something fierce, the full force of their hunger wracking their body. Inside, their stomach was absolutely furious, throwing around biles and acid from one side of the belly to another, as each clench and contraction curled up hard, making Loop wince. It felt like something is balling up a fist inside them, the gnawing ache of something hollow boring inside them interchanging with the relief of having it torn to shred with a particularly nasty gurgle.
Siffrin admitted, it's a little bit cathartic to watch someone who claimed to engineer every part of their personality to annoy them be embarrassed of their stomach singing a profuse wailing at them. Maybe they should do this more often, if Loop refused to eat.
"Ugh, fine." Loop swallowed their pride and also swallowed a pain au chocolat, whole. Their body shuddered after not eating anything for however long now, and one itty bitty bite turned into Loop pushing the food right into their face, 'disintegrating'.
(From how you can vaguely see the motions of Loop chewing, rather quickly and desperately at that, before seeing a large gulp bulge down their neck… Loop probably does have a mouth. Which raises even more question about their body, but that's neither here nor there.)
It took a whole lot of self-restraint for Loop not to reach down on the bag and devour every single morsel of food in seconds, mainly so Siffrin has no fuel to shame them even more. But still, the wanderer can see Loop taking hearty bites of a thick, sugary and strawberry-filled bombolone, chewing and swallowing like a rabid beast feasting after a drought.
"You still haven't answered my question, by the way." Siffrin remarked, in between their own bites of the food.
"What, about why I don't want to eat?" Their eyes drilled into Siffrin, staring intensely before easing themselves. "…I genuinely didn't know I could eat. Look at me stardust, I have no mouth! I thought I could annoy you with it, but…"
Loop looked down at their stomach, who gave a plaintive snarl right back at them, offended they stopped eating.
"…why would you—" Actually, there's nothing Siffrin could say about this.
As Loop kept on and on eating, they eventually realized they had plowed right through the bag. Oops. It hadn't even been more than five minutes and the starhead had shredded through a dozen of the pastries, while Siffrin isn't even finished halfway. And that was an achievement, considering both of them were utterly starving from the time loops. Siffrin still takes large gulps and devour every pastry in two or three bites, but compared to Loop— the way he ate was tame.
They're done eating. There's no more food for them, good. Siffrin can eat their share, and that'd be the end of it. But stars above, they're still soooo hungry… it felt like all of that food they just downed greedily had been nothing but a single bite.
Loop placed a tentative hand on their stomach, feeling it compress all of the pastries into a thick, compact slurry. The feeling of fullness earlier had dulled down into a heavy stirring within them. Now with more room inside them, suddenly Loop has a strong hankering for more.
Siffrin looked up, seeing Loop with their palm slowly rubbing circles on their stomach, and promptly asked. "You actually feel full?"
"Yup! Thanks a lot, Siffrin. I couldn't possibly figure out how to pay it back to you!" Despite owing their long overdue lunch to Siffrin, there's still that wry cutting tone to their snarky voice.
"Could've said thank you, for one." Siffrin retorted.
"Well, you're welcome." They giggled.
The sounds of Loop's unsatisfied digestion still permeated the air however, much to their thinly veiled embarrassment and Siffrin's attention. Their stomach gnashed and kneaded at the contents, while the empty air swirled around in their unhappy guts, prompting a swampy gurgle.
Siffrin straightened their eyebrows at the noisy belly. "You're still hungry?"
"Nope! Gee, you're being quite overbearing with your questions lately. My turn now!" Their chiding was accompanied with the chiding of their own stomach.
Loop has to distract themselves from the sensations of their stomach blending everything up in their stomach and still complaining for more like a spoiled brat. Yet, as they thought of a question, the only thing Loop could focus on was… asking Siffrin for just one more batik cake from him. It felt like their body was being pulled by somebody else, the thoughts in their mind washed by the gnawing hunger.
"…uh, Loop?" Siffrin waved a hand in front of Loop, who was halfheartedly reaching a hand out on their direction.
"Oh, my bad." Loop sat back down to their original position. "So! Remember that touch therapy of yours?"
(That was a while ago. You don't really know why they're bringing it up of all times.)
"…sure?" Their mood was a little bit sweeter, partly because they get to stuff their face while talking to Loop. Otherwise they would've been sappy about it. "I haven't really tried it all that much lately. I think I… exhausted them."
Loop swayed their shoulders. "Exhausted them? But you're the one who remembers everything, not them."
"I meant… they say the same things." Siffrin tried not to slip away. There had been nagging thoughts in their mind, one they tried to push back down because they know it's not true, it cannot be true.
(Actors. You are an actor, they are an actor. You can do anything to them, and exeunt calls either way.)
Loop gave a sympathetic look, eyes dwelling down. "Don't think about it like that."
Before Siffrin could say much else, Loop reached out in front to give Siffrin a poke. The wanderer yelped and flinched, "Hey!"
"You're here with me! And I am completely unpredictable." Loop made a finger gun towards Siffrin. "They are your party, stardust. They are your frie—"
'bbrrrOOOOOWWWWLLLllllllrrrrrp!'
What a tender moment, ruined by Loop's angry stomach. The starhead tensed up before hiding an eye with an open palm, while Siffrin cannot resist the urge to giggle.
"You said you were full."
"I am!" They growled, followed up by their stomach grumbling away. With one hand kneading roughly on their belly, Siffrin could see the give of their black body pushing inwards, coaxing out a couple of despondent gurgles.
"…really?" Siffrin's voice had a tinge of concern. "I can hear your stomach from here…"
"Don't worry, stardust." Loop patted their stomach, making an audible thumping sound not unlike tapping a hollow drum.
Yeah, no. Loop's full of crab, metaphorically. Literally speaking, nothing's inside them. Siffrin reached a hand into the bag, pulling out the last pain au chocolat they had. "Here."
"I told you, I'm already full! Goodness stardust, you're really quite stubborn with a few things?"
"Oh, no. I just wanted to show you this." There was a cheeky plan forming inside Siffrin's head, as they pull back the pastry from Loop's direction. Slowly but surely, they open their mouth, leading the piece into their waiting maw while their eyes watched Loop intently.
Loop crossed their arms, pretending to be indifferent while also trying to muffle their stomach. They can feel the contents roiling and rioting, greedy for the food out of reach, about to be eaten by him. The starhead scolded their stomach — it's not like that one pain au chocolat would make them any more full! Their stomach clenched tighter and tighter, the white hot pang searing through as Loop reflexively pushed hard on their stomach, before—
Siffrin grinned at the ear-splitting chain of squalls that erupted from their stomach, before hovering the pain au chocolat back towards Loop. Without a word, that smirk said it all.
A pang of humiliation wracked over Siffrin, and they felt the need to pay back. Immediately, they snapped in front of him, pushing their face into the pastry and devouring it without so much as permission from Siffrin. All Siffrin could feel was the slight burn from their starry face, and… a gross viscous liquid that dripped on their palm.
(Ew, saliva.)
He looked petrified for a word; seeing Loop maul at their palm before chewing on the foodstuff was… oddly terrifying? But also good?? Is that what Mira felt while talking about horror stories???
"Mmf, thanks for the food, stardust." said Loop, voice muffled from crunching the foodstuff. They made a hearty swallow, before sighing in relief.
Petrified, it took a while for Siffrin to respond before wiping off the saliva with their cloak. Welp. That's a memory they won't be able to forget.
There will be multiple chapters that focus on each character, but I will intersperse them with other works, to not alienate people who didn't watch the show. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it!
Gangle awakens, all alone, inside a lounge area. The room is calm and serene; velvet red walls and carpet, a large couch to unwind, a coffee table with plastic fruits, and paintings to become eye candy for the soul. The air is still, and the room is quiet… a trait not often shared in the circus.
The bundle of ribbons and anxiety looks all around, befuddled at nobody in sight. She looks around, looking for any signs of life, but nothing appeared.
Beyond the velvet lounge is a hallway bends to the right. Gangle explores the hall, walking the path until she meets a door. This unassuming door leads to a large, dark place, with a sleek foreboding control panel. Connected to it is a large screen that hums ominously, displaying a simple text.
MIGRATING MOTOR COMPLEX INHIBITION: ON
A wave of terror shakes Gangle. No further paths would give her a choice, and the control panel only has two buttons, ON and OFF.
This… is this the challenge?
Gangle squeaks, as she dares not to approach the panel. What if— what if something terrible happens? What if this control room inhibits some— rabid disease that will somehow awaken a mob of zombies that tears her to confetti— or she herself loses control? No, no no no, that would be horrifying…
…but, another horrifying thought is that this, being the challenge, is the only thing Gangle could do to wake up. Prior to being here, the showman had put everyone to sleep. If she stays here, she'll never wake up. It is already terrible that this dream, a fictional reality she's gotten herself in, she couldn't wake up… but now, she'll stay eternally alone in this purgatory.
Gangle steels herself. Whatever she'll face, in the end will just be a terrible dream. In the end, she'll be with her friends again.
She turns the machine OFF.
Nothing immediately happens. Gangle's senses are still sharp and keen, her eyes daring all over to see if anything changed, but… nothing happens.
She blows an easy exhale. There's only one way to continue onward, that being the way she came from. Exiting the control room, Gangle makes her way returning to the lounge, when she sees—
"…Ragatha?"
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Prior to waking up here, the showman had explained the adventure: a challenge of wits. Each of them would be trapped in a lucid dream, designed to keep them in there forever. The challenge is simple: wake up. They all rest upon beds colored after their bodies, sleeping soundly. Caine watches over them, monitors above their beds displaying what they see inside the lucid dream.
"Caine, I don't think peeking around people's brains is a good idea!" Bubble speaks besides him, to which the showrunner scoffs.
"It's nothing bad! I only took an innocent enough fantasy that they always think about, and pushed it to be the center of their mind! Their squishy little brains will continuously riff off the idea and take over the dream, unless they decide to stop!" Caine explains.
While the rest of them are off doing their own things, some exploring a world of endless possibilities, and others the cuddles of a loving family, Gangle is having… quite the dream. The mouthy host takes a closer look, surely intrigued at just how she handles herself…
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Ragatha looks behind, surprised but then delighted to see somebody familiar again. "Oh, hey Gangle! Thank goodness somebody's here, I was a little scared…!"
"Y-yeah, I was getting pretty worried too…" The tips of her ribbons touch each other, "It g-good to see you though!"
"Yeah, I'm glad you're safe…" Ragatha sticks close to Gangle, leading the way. They both walk forward to the depths of the velvet halls, before asking Gangle a question. "Do yoooou… know why we're here?"
"I don't think so… the only thing I remember was that I woke up and deactivated something…" Her words are low and uncertain.
"Deactivated? What did you turn off?"
Gangle shivers. "I dunno, but it seemed pretty scary! The room was dark and there was just this big screen in the middle of it…"
"Huh…" Ragatha turns her head in curiosity.
'grrruuuOOOooaaarrrrbbb—! Rrrrgggllglglglll…'
A truly awful sound suddenly strikes both of them at unease, as Gangle looks around frantically. Then, the ribbon mask sees Ragatha hunched over, both arms cradling her plush stomach.
"R-Ragatha??" Her eyes become wide open. Gangle rushes besides Ragatha, trying to inspect what's wrong.
"Unh…" The doll is reduced to a kneeling whimpering mess, as she feels a terrible ache that twists and burns in her innards. "Gangle, I ffeel weeeird…"
She wastes no time in trying to figure out a solution. Just a few feet away from them is the lounge's couch, long and plump. Enough for Ragatha to lie down and catch her breath, while easing away the pain.
Gangle urges her forward, using her ribbons to snare at Ragatha's feet and guide slow, easy steps to the couch. The doll lies down, curdled up to a ball with her arms clenching her stomach tightly.
"Ragatha… what's wrong?" Concern shakes and brittle her voice.
Her good eye wincing, Ragatha is only able to whimper out her plea. "Nngh… I feel it— tightening—"
Both of their faces goes beet red. A terrible howling chorus sounded from the doll's stomach, starting as an impatient intermittent gurgling of acids. Then out of nowhere, the frothing erupts into a long-winded, raw and deep growl that grinds on and on, vibrating her stomach with such rigor that she could feel it trembling her midsection.
Ragatha could only watch in stunned silence, pushing her arms away as her stomach still continued voicing its cry of need away. The doll can feel the knot that had tied her stomach into impossibly tight pieces unraveling itself, the loud growl tearing right through. She cannot help but try biting back a relieved moan.
Gangle could hear the swampy thick textures of it even from far away, the disgusting clarity of acids curdling up as the stomach walls relentlessly grind into one another. The ribbon mask's mind went into fire, many thoughts flooding into her.
Only after a dozen seconds does Ragatha's stomach finish wringing itself dry, changing its pitch from an angry guttural groan into a pathetic squeal. The doll makes a couple of hitched breaths, not expecting such a monstrous sound to have came from… inside her?
"Wh… what…?" A free palm presses firmly on her midriff. The terrible pang earlier has seemingly vanished, instead replaced with a dull burning ache that swirled and gurgled inside her.
Of course, Gangle knows the reason behind Ragatha's ailment all too well. She's been… thinking about these situations a lot, often times lamenting how it's simply impossible to happen. Yet, here it is, her dreams rearing up with its bare teeth, and turning into a nightmare for the anxious bundle of ribbons.
"Are you… h-hungry?" Gangle swallows her anxiety the best she could. (She feels the need to run away already.)
"Hungry…?" Ragatha looks at Gangle in a brief stupor, the concept foreign yet the hollow ache plaguing her mind. Then… it clicked. "Oh…! I'm… am I hungry?"
"You sure sound like it…" In her head, the very first things she wants to do is to nurse Ragatha, to say how terrible it is for her to be starving like this—
"Huh… I guess it has been a really long while since we felt the need to eat anything…" Her eyes gazes distantly.
Gangle lowers herself, mumbling just coherently enough for Ragatha to understand. There's a pang of shame buried deep within her. "Your stomach sure sounded loud…"
Ragatha chuckles, nodding her head. "Yeah, I never heard it make a noise like this! Guess that's what happens when you don't eat for months…"
Suddenly, another terrible pang starts to wrack on her midsection, making Ragatha whimper and clutch her stomach again, doubling slightly over.
"Ack, please…" She whispers under her breath, "Not again…"
The pang grows sharper and sharper, a white hot pang that squeezed inside her, unrelenting. Rushing forward, Gangle tries to ease the pain, wrapping a ribbon around Ragatha's soft plushy self, tightening it a little. With this close of a proximity, a part of Gangle quite wrapped around the red-haired girl's clenching hunger, the deviant may have accidentally gotten herself into a deepest fantasy.
A string of long, deep pleas come caterwauling out of Ragatha's poor starved middle, begging for any morsel of food for it to smother and devour. Merciless is the stomach as it lets out deep wet growls, stopping and starting before tapering off into a long-winded groan. Biting back from another moan, Ragatha could feel the monstrous noise tear right through her hunger pang, giving an overwhelming sense of relief in the form of a tremor she could feel under her midriff.
Thank goodness Gangle has no heart on her body, or otherwise Ragatha would have heard how hard it would be pounding. Her mind is practically frozen. She could feel the quaking from Ragatha's writhing midsection ripping all across her tightened ribbon, thus her body vibrated with the force of the doll's hunger. Feeling it up close, it feels like a swirling pile of wet cotton is violently shuffling around inside the doll, the cotton balls writhing against Gangle's ribbon.
"Oh, haha, sorry…" Ragatha places a hand behind her head, making a weak laugh at the predicament. The starving doll helps Gangle in untying herself from her body, skipping past how surprisingly stiff and difficult it is to pull the ribbons away from her.
Holy fucking shit.
Ragatha is being so casual about her stomach snarling like a hyena.
In her stupor, Gangle realizes a couple of things. This challenge is… way too good to be true for her. As much as she hates it, there exists practically no way for her fantasies to have come to light… until now. Whatever this challenge is, it's designed to keep her like this, presumably forever. Whatever this adventure is, she likely has to escape. (How painful.)
But surely… she can stay a while longer, correct? As long as she keeps in mind that she has to go after a while, she can make use of the situations. Have some fun.
Even if she'd lose the adventure because of it, this… is far more worth it. (But they're not real, no? These dream versions of your best friends?)
"Uhh… Gangle?" Ragatha waves a hand in front of the mask.
"O-oh!" She hasn't realized she's been staring off into the distance, "I'm sorry…"
"It's okay, was just worried where you went or something." A soft smile creeps up from the doll.
'grrrruuuurrrrrbbbrrrbbrrrllmmm…'
And her smile dissipates quickly into a wince, as Ragatha presses a firm palm into her stomach, giving slow circular rubs. The red-haired doll makes a tired sigh, lamenting about the newfound hunger that has been wracking her body. "Ughh, I forgot how terrible this feeling is, actually… I used to be able to live with this, but now I can feel my stomach tying up to knots…"
"Do you u-uhm, need any help…?" Gangle pressed her ribbons together, "I can rub your stomach and make you feel better…"
"Oh, I, uhh…!" Ragatha hesitates, but the dull ache that persists in her stomach makes her relent. "Sure, you can… thank you."
"It's my pleasure…" Gangle says, truthfully.
Her ribbons begin to softly press and knead on Ragatha's stomach, feeling the soft undercurrent of her plush form with the mask's palm. It actually doesn't take a lot to really push deep inside Ragatha; a firm enough press essentially sinks Gangle right into her stomach, eliciting a deep discontented glorp to sound off from her belly.
"Ouh… your rubs are actually really good…" Ragatha makes a noise of affirmation, her body becoming languid. She melts into the couch, letting Gangle massage and soothe her crying stomach, wrapping a ribbon around it like a corset whilst rubbing it tenderly.
Angry noises continue to gurgle from the stomach, yet it has calmed down significantly from Gangle's magic touch. Her soft kneading presses against the soft fabric and the squishy body, Ragatha feels the knots in her stomach letting up, coaxing out the noisy growls and gurgles in a satisfying way.
'gggrRRRGGGGLLLRRGGRLGLRGGLL!!'
Occasionally, a harsher gurgle would roil up against Gangle's palm, the cottons inside her frothing like solid bubbles. The deviant could feel it tapping beneath her sensors, the ripples of her famished midriff.
And most often than not, the growls came in short but fierce bursts, rewarding Gangle with the terrible sounds of a desperate stomach. She could continue tending to Ragatha, helping her out with her belly for a long while. If only, but...
There's a part of Gangle that greatly anticipates just what else would be awaiting her…
I do agree, it would be fun! Thank you for this request, I am so sorry this took so long! (Basically I got burnt out, wanted to come back but afraid of expectations, then decided to write it anyway.) I hope you will enjoy this.
Refuel Needed
(hunger for half a day, stomach noises, verbal teasing, embarrassment, non-intimate interest in hunger)
This is the first time Canary had to take a flight with an avian taxi.
His heart fastened. His hand wiped a bead of sweat from his tanned forehead and adjusted his beret hat, while waiting for the taxi to arrive.
For most of his life, the modest man cycled from home to work, watching as birds of various shapes and sizes soar high up above the air, some of them carrying passengers from the back or even carrying a hanging pedestal to carry multiple people at once, if they were strong enough. Canary had no business being picked up by these birds; as convenient as they are, the man's got a terrible fear of heights.
But, this day simply cannot do. Canary had somewhere far to go and in little time, making any other option not feasible. He had to be carried up in the wind.
The thought made Canary shudder, as he closed his eyes. It's better not to think about it. Just tune it out of your mind, one moment you're here, the other you'll be right at where you wanted to be, in no time…
A distant sound of heavy flapping whooshed by, before Canary could hear a cute squawking voice. "Yooohooo! 'Ello there!"
Opening his eyes, Canary's treated to the sight of a rather large humanoid bird landing in front of him. Standing at a good head's breadth higher than him, the bird looked down at Canary, placing her taloned hands on her hips. To say that she wasn't colorful would be an outright lie; a bright and brilliant blend of yellow and purple feathers adorn her dense plumage, drawing jagged patterns and swirling marks. In particular, there's a circular marking right at her abdomen, a bright purple spot amidst the yellow feathers.
"Hey there, pleased to meet you." The man bowed his head sheepishly. "You look quite stunning."
"Aw, thank you!" Standing on one leg, she makes a curt bow, holding the tip of her feathers like the hem of a princess's gown. "Ya look pretty shabby too if I say so myself! What's your name?"
He doesn't look half bad, it is true. A transparent raincoat covering his flannel shirt, a humble beret hat, and a
"Canary." The man supplied in a neutral voice.
"The name's Azalea! Pleasure to do service with ya." She beamed, chirping happily. "Got a good name ya have, rolls off the tongue just nice! Where are we headed, cap'n Canary?"
"We'll be off to the Avelaide, please. The faster we get there, the better." His tone was polite but with an undercurrent of urgency. Yes, the faster he gets there, the faster he can do his job… and not to be on air for a long while.
Azalea's glee remained infectious, "One trip to the breezy Avelaide, comin' right up! Come hither now!"
"Ah… okay…" Canary took a step forward and swinged his arms around, waiting for like… something to happen? Azalea's still standing upright, and she doesn't seem to be ducking or anything…
She tilted her head, ruffling the little feathers protruding from the back of her head. "…what's the matter? Is this yer first time gettin' to ride one of us?"
Canary looked down and mumbled, "Yeah, actually. Sorry."
"Aw it's okay! I get it, first jitters and all. Don't worry, I am a licensed expert, you are in safe talons!" One of her hands were placed on Canary's shoulders, patting it softly.
He could feel the firm structure and course texture of Azalea's talos grasping onto his body. It… does soothe him a little, that her grip would be strong enough to hold him still. But, just out from his range of hearing…
'grrruuuuaaaarrrrrrrbbbbllbl!'
A high, whining noise came from Azalea's stomach, as she placed her other hand on her abdomen, digging past the feathers and giving a slow rub on her stomach. Canary didn't seem to hear it, but Azalea's been flying for a while now, and her appetite's starting to bite back at her.
'After Canary's done and dandy, we'll get you a nice and warm meal, okay?' Azalea whispered to her roiling innards, feeling it twist impatiently within her. 'Nnf… just wait for a bit.'
Going back to the customer, "All ya have to do is stay close to my middle. I'll wrap my long arms around yer chest and legs, and you'll hold on tight. Easy as that!"
"Mm, alright… I got it. Okay." Steeling himself up, Canary stepped forward, letting Azalea swoop in with her arms locked tightly around the man's chest and thighs, placing him quite close to her body.
Her feathers were soft like an airy pillow, but underneath all that plumage is a dense, surprisingly toned layer of muscle. He could feel a firm sensation on his back, his head able to trace the ridges and abdominal walls entirely by feel. After all, carrying people is hard work, and doing it multiple times every day… it's no surprise the girl's gotten herself quite lean.
"Alright, ready to take flight Canary?" Azalea looked down to the man, reading his expression.
He gave a shaky thumbs up, curling his fist firmly. "Ready as I'll ever be…!"
"Then we'll go!"
Azalea's hold of Canary was made tighter, before the man could feel his stomach heave from the sudden thrust upwards. Her wings spread forth and flapped with gusto, taking them into the air and suspended from the ground. Then, after taking enough enough, Azalea leaned forward until her body lied on the atmosphere, wings gliding through with each powerful wingbeat that thrummed against Canary's ears.
Fear struck a chord in his pounding heart. Canary closed his eyes, trying to let the rushing air or the wingbeats calm himself, yet to no avail. Azalea could feel his body stiff as she's holding him right on her abdomen, Canary's head right on her stomach.
And, as the bird glided through the gilded skies, she felt a tightening in the middle, causing her to swallow a lump from her throat as she prayed. Azalea flexed her stomach, hopefully able to stifle the gnawing hunger in her guts…
'BLLLLLUUuuuurrrrggglll!!'
…to no avail. Canary could hear a wet, raw groan ripple the back of his head with need, overcoming the sounds of wind.
None of them said a single word, but the thoughts run rampant in Canary's mind. She must be starving… poor thing. Just when did she late ate? There's a slight guilt in him; he probably had been the reason that she hasn't eaten, causing her belly to let out a loud complaint right back at him. Meanwhile, Azalea silently cursed herself. Her belly drawn out a long and loud noise, making Azalea flustered to hell and back. The last thing she wanted was for someone to hear her stomach caterwaul, yet her customer is getting front row seats to a concert of her ravenous appetite.
'gurlpgurrrlllLLLLLLLOOOoooorrrp…'
Another long-winded noise was drawn out from her writhing organ, rippling through Canary's head. He felt a hot sensation going to his face, and his body relaxed slightly. There's… a part of him that found it calming, almost? There's certainly something about it that took him away from the fear of heights, if for a brief moment.
Azalea felt his body becoming languid as well, and was confused for a while. Did he get used to the heights? That would be rather remarkable, most people don't get over their fears this easily…
Both of them have yet to say a word to each other, addressing Azalea's twisting knots within her stomach that seemed hellbent in voicing its grievances towards the customer, as if he could do something about it. If none of them would do something about it, then fine, her stomach will keep on screaming until something is done.
The bird felt another cramp tightening within her belly, and her heart skipped a beat. This pang kept cramping on and on, and Azalea knew it would rupture louder than any of the previous cries. Canary felt the bird flexing her belly, the bout of muscles shifting inwards and out, thumping slightly onto his head. This was about to be quite the show, he thought.
Out of nowhere, Azalea felt the turn of Canary's head, before something pressed onto her abdomen… was that an ear? Was Canary placing his ear onto her stomach?! But why? Her eyes widened, her breath caught short. Her talons glide from Canary's chest to his neck, trying to turn it back around, but—
A deafening, sonorous wail erupted from the depths of her guts, crying out right at Canary's ear. It was wet, swampy, disgustingly crude as acids froth and messily churned betwixt the angry stomach walls, grinding itself and the air surrounding it in protest. The sounds of the wind were practically drowned out by the stomach's demands.
'rrrrrruuuuuu—sqqqlllccchhh…'
The cacophony finally tapered into into a pathetic whine. It seemed no matter how hard Azalea tried to get her stomach into being submissive, it only prompted her guts to groan longer, as if offended.
Her purple blush burned brighter, and she felt her heart skip when she heard Canary let out a laughter. Azalea immediately went to being apologetic, "Dearest me, I'm so so sorry, I didn't eat—"
"It's okay." Canary said between bouts of laughter. "It was fun to hear it."
"Hol' on a moment, ya really… took a fancy to hear my rowdy belly?"
"Yeah, I felt you trying to quiet it down and… wanted to hear it." His words quieted down, lost to the wind if Azalea didn't have a sharp hearing. "I'm sorry if I uh, caused you to skip lunch or anything."
The fact that Canary chased down after her stomach's wails had her quieted down in stupor, before answering his question. "No no, haha it was hardly yer fault… I tend to uh, neglect eatin' f'r a while, ya see. I was caught up in a whole load of something, and by the time ya called, I went for a good dozen hours or so without a single bite."
"Ahh, I'm sorry to hear that." His heart was divided, a twinge of guilt yet a curious feeling. "Tell you what, I can give you a tip for you to eat something good."
"Ah, no! Ya hardly have to do that, it's my own dang fault for pushin' it far!" Azalea kept insisting on her fault.
He wanted to say that her stomach was calming to hear, the guttural anger it voiced… but his tongue didn't move. That would be weird to say.
As they continued flying, her stomach continued to periodically let out sloppy chains of grumbles and gurgles, though none as loud as that particular outburst. The flight to Avelaide is yet to conclude however, as there's one last hurdle for the hungry bird to endure; traversing through the fields of delectables. Beneath them, Canary could see a long-spanning field of shops and stalls, booths where many people walk around like colonies of ants to trade goods for goods, goods for foods. And as they soared across, his nose acted up at the strong smells of food wafted up to the air.
Canary's heart fastened, and he could hear her heart quickening up too.
Her mind was immediately invaded with rich smells of freshly cooked breads or sizzling spiced meats, the aroma of sauces absorbed into juicy steak or rice cooked to perfection with spices and herbs, the taste of it tingling in one's tongue. The mental images attached with the smell tortured her relentlessly, and Azalea felt her stomach beginning to act up.
"Oh, please, don't…" She reflexively tried to quiet her stomach again, clenching it with her might, before the memories of the previous time crossed her mind. Canary has taken an interest in it… much to her own embarrassment.
Canary felt her stomach suddenly stop flexing up. It appeared the bird had remembered and quit trying to stifle it, knowing it would do her no good anyway. There's a fluttering feeling in his heart, that he would get to hear her stomach cry again. Shifting his head—
Out of nowhere, Azalea's talon moved, briefly suspending him on the air before his head was firmly held, pressed right onto her muscular stomach. Panic shackled his body as he instinctively flailed, before he could hear Azalea snickering.
"Figured to give ya something, haha!" said Azalea.
'GGGGGRRRRRRRGGLGLGLglglglggggrrrlllll!'
A harsh, violent growl buzzed from her peckish stomach, ending off with a thick gurgle that carried a deep texture. Canary could feel each click of the gurgle tap onto his head, the acids bubbling right beneath his skin.
"H—hey, no fair!! Hold me back, I don't wanna fall!" His words were laced with fear.
"No worries, I got ya, cap'n Canary!" She continued laughing, before her talon moved back to its original position, holding the man safe and sound again.
It took a moment for Canary to stop shaking and breathing heavily, but he eventually got over it. "When I said I uh… wanted to listen, I didn't mean it like that…"
"Ya not into it?" Azalea asked an earnest question. She's known about unorthodox interests, but it was a first for someone to be interested in her rowdy stomach, if such were a thing.
"N—not really, I just find it calming…" Canary tittered.
"Huh, that's mighty interesting…!" Alright, giving her customer a scare was… not very polite of her, but she thought it was a nice prank. Azalea felt another pang slowly racking up in her guts, and she announced it. "Urh… my stomach's acting up again. Ya can press your ear in, I won't do anything silly."
What kind of person would say that?! Canary felt his blush reddening again, wanting to not indulge in himself out of spite… before placing his ear close anyway. Azalea made a short and smug scoff, delighted to have placed a finger on her customer. She felt her stomach ready to untie itself.
'Gggrrrruuuuwwwwaaaaooorrrrrbbb…'
Canary admitted that he has been enjoying this all too much. "Thought you said you were a professional…?"
"Well, I was plannin' to hold my word on it, but guess we're knowing each other on a first name basis." Azalea squawked back at him.
"Fair 'nuff…" Canary mumbled.
Azalea took a larger breath in, taking more of the agonizingly delicious smell. She shuddered a little, the perfect blend of warm and spicy notes riling up her appetite into a gnashing ravenous feeling that welled in her stomach.
Her stomach pleaded, moaning desperately for a morsel of food as Canary is given an earful of its plaintive grievances. He noticed the sharp inhale Azalea took, but couldn't comment on it. She's… really trying to get to him. Darn it. Canary felt himself shrinking down, as he tried thinking of a way to make a comeuppance towards that smug bird…
At the end of it all, Azalea touched down towards the ground as Canary's brought to Avelaide. Her feet touched down softly as Azalea oriented herself upright, still holding the man close to her. When his soles finally touch the grass, he felt his heart pounding. His legs wobbled, and his arms touched the ground, shaking.
"Goodness… I'm never doing this again…" Canary thought to himself.
Standing back upright, Azalea chirped and cooed happily. "Well, here we are! A pretty sight to see, hm? If ya wanna go back, then ya can give me a call!"
"Heh, maybe… I dunno, I'm still shaking." Canary shivered, rattling away the final embers of fear that resided in his body. Just as the large bird was about to take off, the man suddenly called out. "Wait! Wait, Azalea!"
"Yeah? Anythin' more I can do for ya?" Azalea tilted her head.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Canary looked behind, then back towards Azalea. "Do you wanna get lunch? Consider it my tip."
"Oh!" A purple blush burned in her face, covering her face with her arm. "Why thank you, but I find it hardly necessary! I will get myself a bite to eat!"
"No, no! I insist." He stepped forward. "It's… the least I could do."
"Please, ya weren't troublin' me or anything." Azalea crossed her arms, bending down to give a devious look to the man.
"Hm…" Canary sighed, finding himself into a dead end. But then, he got himself a nifty idea, and promptly twisted the knife. "Well, I suppose I couldn't invite you to my company's buffet then? I can bring on visitors and treat people to a big serving of… hm, brown butter cajun chicken alredo—"
The loud gurgle caught the ears of a few bystanders, as Azalea froze in terror and embarrassment, her crossed arms pressing onto her raging belly. Finally, she relented with a sigh. "…fine, ya won me over. Thank ya very much!"
For a moment, Golden wonders if Salvia had actually knew her vice since the beginning and simply played coy about it, but— surely Sal would have said it out loud in her face?
But, no matter. Golden couldn't just squander the opportunity, when it is presented to her so squarely. With excitement pounding her heart, Golden places a palm on Salvia's smooth belly, feeling it give in slightly inwards as she presses onto the warm, fuzzy skin. Salvia winces slightly as Golden's insistent touch unravels a knot at her core, wracking up a pang that releases as an anguished cry.
'ggrruuuggrrgruueggrurrgglll…!!'
"Hey, that's not me swallowing spit, by the way." Sal teases, stifling her giggling as Golden's mind had to be rebooted from how restless her midriff sounds.
"Uh huh…" A sheepish reply, as Golden steels herself and places her head on the smooth, stormy surface of Salvia's core.
With the prospect of food already approaching closely, it doesn't take much effort for Sal to collect saliva — she simply closes her eyes and fantasizes about the rich, hearty meal awaiting her, getting to take a large bite into the tender and meaty chicken, chewing on it as oil is squeezed right out, before she swallows heartily; a large lump traveling down her esophagus and landing on her eager stomach.
A large pool of saliva nearly dribbles out of Salvia's mouth, as she gives a small whimper before swallowing it down, only giving the stomach a meager spit from its own body rather than the fantasized feast.
'ggrrrruuummmbbblllbrbrbrorowwllll…'
A short and faint grumble sounds off from her stomach, a product of the liquid shifting through the empty muscles.
"Woahhoho, it actually works!" Salvia cackles, not expecting the results to be this loud. "How do you know about this?"
Golden tries to hide away her barely disguised kink with a shrug, saying: "Uhm… I just came across it online and I thought it was a neat fact."
"Ahh, neat! Hehehe, glad I could do something fun with you." Salvia wraps her arms around Golden's head, pulling them closer to one another and enjoying the warmth and weight.
'Something… fun…' Golden thinks in her head, the phrase repeating a couple of times as she keeps hugging her loving partner, both of them sharing a moment in bliss and comfort.
If… if it is true, that this was fun… then maybe, it wouldn't hurt to confess? Maybe, it wouldn't hurt to say that she's… into it.
"Well… I uh—" She stops. No, she couldn't say it. The thoughts that her relationship could end here is too much.
But the choice was already made. Salvia cocks her head and gently pushes Golden's head to the side, holding eye contact. "Hm? What is it, pretty?"
Her blush only grows stronger as the deviant coaxes herself into saying it. Just say it. "Would you f— find me weird if I say that I uhm… I enjoy this?"
"Well, of course not!" Salvia smiles, but her thoughts weren't what Golden had actually asked. "Cuddling with you and trying out new things is fun!"
"I… yes, of course, um—"
Before she could go on, a loud knock could be heard, followed by the faint sound of paper rustling. The food had arrived, now only laying right by the front door. Salvia's belly already anticipates getting up and finally getting a morsel of the feast, and starts to gurgle up a storm within.
Salvia, slightly dazed and frenzied by the hunger, swallows some more drool and prepares herself to get up. "Well, food's here! Maybe we can try out feeding one another, ooohh! That also sounds fun!"
"Nnh— wait." Golden refuses to budge, trapping Salvia in her current position. Her hug is slightly tighter, and her heart steels itself.
"Come on, I'm starving!" She moans, playfully wriggling around her body.
"I like it that way." Unceremonious is her announcement, as she closes her eyes and grits her teeth.
A stunned silence. Salvia squints her eyes and her mouth is agape, as she eventually goes, "…huh?"
"I… I like it when you're hungry. I, uhm… I— I'm sorry."
"No no no, don't be." Sal shakes her head, before looking to the side in confusion, still ruminating this new information. "I just… didn't expect you to— I didn't think you can be into something like that."
A harrowed breath comes out uneasy. Golden's find herself leaking with emotions, and they're already at the other side of the fence; there was no hiding it anymore. So, she spills.
"…yeah. I… goodness, it's hard to explain, but like— it's the… closeness of it that I like. Your uh, your stomach makes a ton of noise to tell you you're hungry and they start telling you how hungry they feel and uh… I like how— how vulnerable it is."
"…oooohh." A nod from Salvia as she processes her thoughts. "Right, right, I… I get it— well I don't get it, actually, but… I understand."
"I'm— I'm really sorry— here, I'll get up—" Golden shifts herself to hop out of the couch, but Salvia wraps her arm and returns to cuddling her flustered partner.
"No need to rush yourself out, sweetheart." Salvia leans her head to the side, holding her head with an arm and resting her elbow on the armrest. "Like I said, I like trying out new things."
"H— huh?"
With a toothy grin, Salvia collects another pool of saliva, swishing her tongue around and swallowing.
'GgrrrrrRRRRmmmbbll!'
A loud noise assaults Golden's ear, as she freezes in her snuggle with Sal. The eccentric woman looks at Golden's reddening blush, and promptly cackles when she realizes her partner has been fuming out her ears by how raucous her stomach has been. "Oh my god, you really weren't kidding, ehahahha!"
"O—oh no…" She whispers under her breath, just realizing how terrible of a mistake this has been. Not because their relationship is in jeopardy, but because Salvia now has an insurmountable amount of ammunition to relentlessly tease her.
"Mnnhhh, come on… get a feel for it! Don't go skimping out on what you want, darling~!" Her booming voice calls out to her lover, as the smug woman places her arms behind her head, stretching her midriff and letting her core bleat out its dismayed pleas.
There is a moment where Golden is afraid of indulging herself, but Salvia's broken enough barriers and suede her enough for Golden to indulge. Her palm traces the contours of her lover's core, stroking the slight callous skin and the bones beneath a soft cushion of muscles.
Out of nowhere, a large and mountainous roar contorts from the hungry partner, causing her to whimper and close her eyes, riding off the relief that comes with her guts unraveling itself in a fit.
"Mmmhhh… I'm so darn hungry…" Salvia moans, partly to play it up towards Golden, but also because she's really that hungry. Fatigue begins to wear on her bones, and while not painful — the lightheadedness and the gnaw boring on her belly is certainly taking its toll on poor Sal.
"Can we do just… uhm, three more minutes?"
"Of course, of course, hehe!" Salvia relishes in all this, curling Golden's hair with a finger. "You know, this isn't exactly how I thought you would like my body, but mmm… I'm not complaining~…"
'GRRrrrrgggrrrblllbl!'
"Can't say the same for my tummy, though." Sal sticks her tongue out, sucking in her belly to have it sink in.
Golden stammers, and she helps in soothing the pangs that have been twisting itself inside Sal by pressing her fingers in more forcefully. Her pliant stomach yields, sinking in deep as the skin strains on her ribs, making it jut out more significantly. Just as her other palm feels the sharp edges of her bones, a roiling froth can be felt on Golden's fingers, as Salvia's stomach gurgles heavily. The texture of the bubbling acids are felt, leaving poor Golden flustered as Salvia's belly grumbles away.
"O— oh my, is it… getting louder?" Her ears perk, and Golden notices how increasingly restless Salvia's stomach is becoming. From quiet gurgles interspersed with loud growls, her hunger is more pronounced, longer and angrier groans and glorps every few seconds again.
"Well, what did you expect? Food's just out that door and I'm sssssSTARVING." Salvia hisses the final word, getting under her partner's skin.
Golden's mind blue-screens at how terrifyingly good Salvia is at teasing her, and promptly stammers. "H— hey, I thought you said you— you weren't enjoying this—!"
"Not for me, but I can tell you're enjoying every moment my stomach betrays just how famished I am, hehehe." Salvia retorts, before she places a hand on top of Golden's.
A press makes Golden's palm mushed between the lover's hand and stomach, and Salvia starts massaging her stomach through Golden's digits. The deviant can feel gas pockets and acids shifting and pin-pricking on her skin, as the stomach muscles contracts forcefully, building up another pang that makes Sal whine.
"Mnnhhh… I can feel my stomach tying itself up so hard… it's so mad at me, hehe, I think it's trying to curl a fist at me or something." Salvia explains, closing her eyes and letting saliva accumulate in her mouth.
There is no need for Sal to imagine food, merely the fact her hunger is strong enough to leave her nearly fatigued allows the girlfriend to try and create a moment for Golden she'd never forget. Salvia swallows the saliva, and as she feels it traveling down, she presses Golden's palm deep into her midriff, applying pressure to the Gordian knot that was her hunger pang. Salvia's other hand covers Golden's other ear and gently presses it in, allowing Golden to hear Salvia's stomach screaming in vivid detail.
A disgustingly loud and visceral roar utterly ruins Golden, leaving the deviant swooning and dazed. The entire crescendo sounds wet and desperate, the hollow organ trying to unleash a final cry almost as to try and impress Golden, just so it can finally have a morsel of food. What's more, the sheer euphoria has Golden bucking her hips, her body squirming in equal parts delight and arousal, and her mind entirely blank and nary a thought. Salvia on the other hand, simply moans in relief as the wicked pang releases itself so monstrously, feeling the gurgle all around her core.
"Heh, talk about ten seconds of heaven." Salvia uncovers Golden's other ear, as the hungry girl cracks her knuckles. "So! Was that satisfactory for you?"
"H… heh heh, that was more than satisfying… ouughh…" Golden lifts herself up, pushing herself over to give a passionate kiss towards Salvia.
'Smmmmmrrccccchhhhhhlp!'
They both hold the kiss for a few seconds, pushing each other's heads so deeply and fervently, lovingly as their lips and tongue meet. A first kiss, so wonderful and so tender, and what a heartthrob this date has been. Golden realizes that she has met a perfect woman, a perfect friend who she would never trade. Salvia realizes that she lands herself such a wonderful partner, one she could entertain and watch her be happy and her heart melting, and in this moment, they both are so, so happy.
Another thing Salvia realizes is that the kiss provokes her hunger further, eliciting a yowl from her belly.
"Snrrk— hah! Guess you taste delicious enough~" She giggles, and both of them laugh together, as they both hold one another close in a loose shoulder hug.
"D'awww, I'm… glad." Golden smiles, more bolder in her stance and voice. "Alright, come on. You deserve a treat for yourself."
Golden boops Salvia on the nose, making the eccentric partner stumble on herself and laugh. "Aww! Why yes, I do~"
Thus, this moment marks the beginning of their relationship in a more intimate, more… indulgent level. As they dine together on the roast chicken, Salvia would continue to press on Golden's button by letting her stomach digest small bits of the chicken, making it agitated at how little it has been fed. That, or guzzling the bottle of soda alongside the bottle, letting her belly gurgle and churn the carbonated drink violently, creating the sound of a whirlpool angrily digesting inside a mass of muscle and acids. Golden finds herself speechless at every aspect, and just when she asks how she can repay, Salvia sticks her tongue out and mockingly suggest to buy her dinner from now on, if only it meant they could do this all over again.
Soft moans and purrs bounce around the man's head as the gorgon enjoys the touching and kissing, the sensation of having its tongue suckled and smooched a new, intoxicating feeling. The two of them lay like that for a while, mutually enjoy the tastes and feels of each other, and time seems to pass in a blur of heated exchanges of kissing and feeling. Eventually, the gorgon's belly starts to shift, the bits and pieces of now-digested beef having been churned and shaped into the cylindrical tubing of its intestines, rather quickly making their way into its colon.
'Glllllblblorbblleee…!'
It breaks from the kiss as it finds its lower end feeling dangerously full, a million trails of spit connecting the odd pairing of human and beast as the Demogorgon seems to bashfully put a claw to its face. Looking at its body more clearly, it seems the jerky has made it fully to its rectum, and is desperately trying to push its way out in spite of the gorgon's attempts to hold it in. It looks towards a set of bushes, as though it were searching for a location to take care of business...
The deviant hadn't understood its plight at first, but the slight distended bloat on the gorgon's lower belly makes it clear for him, and he too looks around for anything that could conceal the gorgon's base desires. A feeling of... resonance swells within his heart; despite how much they both aren't alike, they could understand the creature's desperation.
They both found a nice place that ticks the checklist; a secluded area in the forest covered by bushes and a fallen tree log that provides a cover from the wider world. The man guides the gorgon by holding its palm, walking up towards the location before he tries to craft a makeshift hole by digging it with his bare hands. Digging dirt and heavy soil from earth does take a lot longer so the human has found out, and time may not be so much of a luxury given to the monster.
'grrRRRRrrrrrggllglglrpglrp!'
Another gurgle slides down the beast's colon like a mudslide, making it shift uncomfortably and clench its thighs, trying to block its rear from ever opening up by accident. Unfortunately, its control isn't as tight as it hoped to be, as—
'Frrrrttttt! Brrrbrbrprprbrprrbrp—'
Two short but noisy farts manages to squeeze past forcefully, making the Demogorgon grunt. The smell is quickly apparent to the intrepid, as he catches a whiff of the pungent gas, quickly wilting away in his nose as the man gags.
Goodness, what has it eaten to create such putrid gas…?
Fearing the lack of time, the beast gently shoves the human out of the way, making use of its long, sharpened claws to dig much deeper ruts in the soft dirt, soon making a plentifully sized hole for the purposes of disposal. With the coast seemingly clear, and with its guts ready to burst, it hunches itself over the freshly dug hole, letting out something of a groan as it balances itself.
'Glllbboorrrbb…'
A final noise cries out from and the feeling of something brewing in its guts reaches a climax, as the Demogorgon finally pushes.
'Sspplllchsplat!'
An explosion comes sputtering out of its rear. The first expulsion is rushed, slightly wet, almost, a few soft chunks of stool evacuating themselves from the Demogorgon's sphincter with aplomb. With only human sized stools to compare to, the beast's waste products are massive, looking like what would happen if a human let out a few days' worth of waste all at once. Soft ropes of waste comes barreling down one by one, dropping out like soft serve as it lands unceremoniously at the bottom of the hole, already filling the base with nothing but excrement. Curiously, its not the typical waste-brown color, but more of a pale white, as though the food had merely had the life drained out of it, as it were.
'PprttttfpflrprlflrprrrRRROOOPPPT!'
A stream of gas follows suit in between the waste being pumped out of the gorgon's intestines with gusto, starting soft but ending in a loud, sharp tone, the Demogorgon pushing harder to expel the gas out. A moan comes trembling out of the monster, finding relief betwixt straining its guts to void its contents out.
The cloying stench of the gorgon's waste catches up to the human's nose, making him gag and cover up his nose in an effort not to inhale the fumes any further. Yet despite the gross display happening in front of him, there is again that conflicting feeling that splits his mind between two sides, the vice that somehow enjoys seeing the gorgon take a monstrous dump with its white, malformed and almost viscous waste, and the common decency to look away.
Well, considering the moment they had prior... maybe decency isn't exactly the first priority.
The man helps to aid the creature's business by rubbing a firm palm towards its lower body, feeling the waste pump through with disgusting gurgles as gas and waste all flow out of its pucker with perhaps too much output — it seems that the jerky wasn't really the culprit here, rather the catalyst; and the junk food had loosened up what could be days worth of prey the gorgon has eaten, which could only be imagined scarcely for a predator of a caliber such as the Demogorgon.
The belly of the beast roars with complaints as it vacates itself, building pressure up in its rectum again for another round of expulsion. It clenches at its own belly, grateful for the soft rubbing as it nuzzles the explorer's head with its own, as it begins to shudder with the effort.
An absolutely fetid stench fills the air as a whole day's worth of food is shunted out from the poor gorgon's hole, as though a hundred animals had died and made this their resting place. This time, the waste is near-liquid, just solid enough to maintain a shape as it falls, but splattering messily as it hits the bottom of the dug-out hole, followed by the obnoxiously toxic noise and smell of a ton of gas escaping through the gaped hole before it can close itself again. The semi-solid excrement coils and collapses onto itself, rapidly filling up the hole as the soft mushy texture melts like wet dirt.
Its knees shiver slightly with the effort; seems the absolute worst of it has passed, but clearly, it's not over quite yet.
All the while, the explorer only congratulates the gorgon by continuing to knead and press onto its colon, curling up his knuckles to form a fist and massaging its needy intestinal tracts and smoothening the passage. The Demogorgon feels a kiss on the bottom side of its head from the human, as he nuzzles and keeps close, eventually uncovering his nose. The noxious sour smell makes a return and nearly knocks him out, but the human powers through it anyway, spending his free hand stroking the beast's back instead. His eyes does creep down towards the waste presenting itself below, and bulges near lewdly at the grotesque sight; another beet red blush burns his face as he's treated to such a show this up close.
The beast warbles with appreciation as it feels the kiss against its lower lips, freeing a hand to affectionately pet the human's head as the last of its abominable expulsions force their way through its body. This time, it at least seems a little easier for the creature to get the stool out of its system, likely helped by the biggest pieces having already been shoved out so messily, but there's still some considerable effort in the way it scrunches in on itself.
It seems to sigh with relief as it clears the rest of its system, slight outlines of what used to be the jerky almost imperceptible to the eyes amidst the slurry of pale-white... well, shit. It's a sight that would make a god of decay retch with disgust, the fetid waste even seeming to have visible fumes coming off of it as it comes to rest in the hole. Perhaps this explains the Demogorgon's curious lack of nose; having to deal with this every time it takes a dump would most likely be hazardous to its own health...
'FRRRRPPPTTTTPTPpptpflfpfllffppttfffffff…..'
The final outburst squeezes itself out, a fart that tapers off to a quiet gust of air.
Having seen the last of the expels, the human rewards the demo with another kiss on its neck. The Demogorgon sighs, before traversing towards a nearby pond, the waters surprisingly clear despite the stagnancy of the liquids within. It dives into the water, the waste product that was still clinging to it washing off with surprising ease for how messy its recent defecation was, and within a couple of minutes, it resurfaces, skin shining even brighter now with the water drops sliding down its curves and muscles, made ever more apparent by the way it stretches itself out much like a cat would.
The human squeals with adoration as he straddles close to the lanky demogorgon again, giving another hug as his head and arms are wrapped around its midriff, and the feeling of the warm skin and oil mingling with the cold waters a uniquely pleasant sensation to the companion. Together it seems they would venture the distorted world, with the human's life not only thankfully spared, but turned upside down as a new friend is made...
The Demogorgon starts to drool heavily as it scents the meat being waved in front of its face. With an inquisitive claw, it plucks one of the pieces out of the bag with surprising precision, before snapping it up into its maw like a dog. The effect of the food is almost instant as the salted meat hits its taste buds; its stomach practically caves in on itself with hunger, sucking the explorer's one hand in towards its core as it vibrates so intensely the Demogorgon's entire body starts to shudder. A cry of pleasure escapes its mouth as it rocks on its knees, wrists going slightly limp as it swallows the beef.
'Shhllrrpgllp~...'
Its throat bulges lewdly as it swallows down the food, purring all the while, before it lands with a faintly audible 'plop!' in its empty cavern of a stomach.
The explorer continues to feed the Demogorgon on more of the food, throwing piece after piece into its maw as the explorer is able to take a good look of its cavernous maw, enraptured by the sets of teeth, the fleshy maw leading deep inside and the strands of saliva that almost form entire spider webs when the Demogorgon opens up its mouth into a flower. While one hand keeps feeding it food, the other hand travels elsewhere in its body, feeling its sides and pits, the contours of its elongated scrawny arms and the crevices between its crotches, getting a feel for how rough and dirty the creature is from having wandered the woods for so long.
A sense of awe fills the man, as he marvels at just how freakish and bare, yet alluring body the gorgon has. He keeps prodding at different sides of its body, tracing fingers between the crevices of each rib bone as he feel its skin cave in, or the slight expand and shrink of its breath. Its arms, despite being slim and its elbows sharp and jutting, carries an immense strength with them, the muscles firm and unyielding despite how much the curious explorer presses on its biceps. A low growl comes from the Demogorgon, the creature confused and slightly agitated by the man's incessant prodding, but quickly calms itself down as he throws another piece of food towards its hungry mouth.
His eyes travels down to marvel at more details about its body. Its stomach, previously sucked in and visibly hungry, slowly bloats out until it is flat instead, but the deviant can still see the stomach lining of the Demogorgon hard at work digesting the mass that filled its hollow feeling. Squishes and spasms of contortions jiggle and wobble the skin, and the noises while less louder are more and more frequent, and violently so.
A particularly harsh spasm causes the skin to ripple like waves, the man being able to see the moving walls smother and crush the food with tenfold energy. The Demogorgon purrs unabated however, enjoying the feeling of its guts grinding something for once rather than nothing.
Bags and bags of food is slowly depleted, as the feeder continues to supply his entire food sources to the famished Demogorgon. Beef and pork and every type of meat, up until the last bags of beef jerky. The monster relishes in the variety of taste; it never thought something as basic as food could be such a delight, but the salty and juicy texture of cooked meat leaves it salivation for more, letting out contented rumbles towards the man.
"Ppppppprrrrrrr… tttrrrrrlllll…" It trilled, shifting its weight as if to grind itself towards the man as appreciation.
One does wonder how the intrepid will find his own food, but perhaps that problem can be solved later… but for now, the traveler keeps on chucking the pieces of beef jerky.
It snaps the thrown food out of the air with frightening speed and accuracy, reminding the explorer of just how seasoned a predator the Demogorgon is, but nevertheless, the beast looks almost... cute, like this, playing food catch like a dog would as its saliva splatters around in long ropes and messy droplets with every snap of its maw. It finds itself leaning into every touch and rub it receives, enjoying the exploratory feeling up quite a fair amount, caked-on dirt and slimy skin oils rubbing off with the lightest bits of pressure. With every piece of jerky consumed, the fuller its belly gets, and soon, the human can see the slightest round bulge starting to expand from its abdomen, the individual pieces of meat beginning to become visible as the space inside the demo runs out.
With the last piece of beef jerky in his palm, the explorer figures to spend it indulging in an errant thought that had crossed his mind ever since he started feeding the gorgon.
"...open wide~..." says the person holding the beef jerky.
His wandering hand travels up towards the demo's mouth, caressing its neck and giving it a light scratch to reward the Demogorgon more with gentle touches. Then, hovering over its 'lips', the traveler gently tugs it as if to ask the creature to open its maw wide and close, getting the explorer to treat himself towards a terrifying display of the monster's maw, to feed on the final piece of the jerky.
'Pppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~…..'
Acquiescing to the request with soft acceptance, the Demogorgon's massive maw slowly opens, petal-like lips flaring in all directions as the toothy, red inside of its maw is exposed for all to see. Its tongue lolls down between its bottom lips, the lamprey-style throat pulsing and contracting with its breathing. The sight is mesmerizing, yet terrifying, a stark reminder of the brutality of its being, but also an insight into the gentleness beneath its frame. Its hands curl around his chest now, thumbs running across his nipples subconsciously whilst it pants and wordlessly begs to have the last piece of jerky, head subtly moving towards his outstretched hand with the passing moments.
Oh, how its belly cries out in need, despite the satisfaction of having been filled, so hungry and desperate for more. The insatiable beast shudders again, legs spreading just a little bit as it relaxes even more.
The sight is truly mesmerizing, a mixture of terror and awe making him shudder as the sharp jagged rows of teeth and the pulsating abyss from below carries with it the pungent smell of its awful breath, the sour overtones of its past meals. The final piece of jerky is inserted as the explorer pushes his palm deep into the maw, feeling the thick syrupy saliva quickly envelope his skin as he pushes the jerky into his throat alongside his arm. His fist still grips onto the food as he feels the pulsing muscles of his throat, and the explorer keeps giving warm and tender rubs on its neck and shoulder, encouraging it to try and swallow the jerky away from his grasp.
'Glk~! Gllllppkkkggllllnnff~,,,,'
It gags slightly at the massive insertion of his fist into its throat, the tantalizing taste of human flesh nearly driving it wild, but it somehow restrains itself, merely attempting to swallow down the piece of jerky as carefully as it can. Its throat is bulging in the outline of the hand within, saliva all but drizzling down the length of its tongue and across the width of his arm.
'Gllllllllppspsssslllluuuuurrrrrrrppppppp~,,,,!'
With a monstrously strong tug of its throat muscles, it rips the jerky out of the hand, warbling with satisfaction as the last piece lands heavily in its gullet, one of its hands rubbing its now filled stomach with satisfaction as it pushes the hand in its maw back up and out, though not before giving it a loving tongue bath of appreciation. Up and down, the tongue flicks and licks, until his entire limb is shining lewdly with spit, slimed in all its glory.
Giggling, the explorer feels his arm tickled by the tongue bathing his arm in layered coats of spit, as he slowly pulls it out. For just a moment, he thought... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have this be the end. But, perhaps something could be even better, to have his life spared but with the Demogorgon as his friend, or at least, certainly his servant... the thought tickles his heart, at least.
"I hadn't expected you to be so... heh, so adorable..."
His saliva-slick arm goes back to rubbing the now sated belly, feeling the jerky digesting underneath the thin skin. Though, with how much air the Demogorgon swallowed from catching the jerky and the hearty swallow beforehand, the slightest ministration towards its gut provokes a gas pocket swirling inside.
The gorgon goes stock still as it feels the massive air bubble start to get pushed back up, worried for a moment that it might vomit, but then, when its maw opens again, only gas escapes, showering the man's face in a mix of rancid stomach smell, the beef jerky, and the now-warmed forest air, creating a mix that is both dizzyingly revolting yet similarly intriguing to experience.
It doesn't help the gorgon's mouth is right next to the man's face.
An embarrassed hand flies to its mouth as it snaps shut, as though it were attempting to apologize for its sudden faux pas. It nuzzles its maw against his neck, the tips of its lips fluttering against the skin in a fashion not unlike a kiss, laying itself down atop him so that its belly presses down onto his, full body purring emanating from it like a content animal.
"Awwwhehe, no— you're fine—!" The traveler reassures the monster.
The rancid smell is certainly off-putting but the traveler finds it cute more than anything, and the nuzzle and the full-body purr rumbling the man's skin melts his heart oh so dearly. He hugs back, arms wrapped tightly around its hard and protruding chest. There is a slight discomfort as the explorer could feel its ribs dully stabbing his chest with how prominent it is, but the discomfort is something bearable, at least. Continuing to shower the gorgon with affection, his palm sweeps over the sides and back of the monster, while his neck is tickled by the purrs and movement of its hellish maw.
It nuzzles its face up, up, up, until its lips are pressing against his cheek, before slowly, teasingly beginning to open its maw. The tongue begins to lick again, drawing circles of spit across his face as the flowery mouth starts to envelope his head. There's a moment of panic, at first, understandably, but it's smothered as he realizes that the growling in its belly is simmering down now; seems the creature is still feeling teasy. Before long, all that the man can see is the dangerous, yet oddly adorable inside of the maw completely filling his vision, before everything goes dark as the flaps grip onto his neck. He can feel the teeth digging in just the tiniest bit, enough to grip, but not so deep as to draw blood, and then the gentle pull of the Demogorgon suckling around his skull and the constant rumbles of it purring so sweetly in contentment.
Its tongue continues to lovingly lap at everything it can reach, saliva dripping down onto his head in so many places as he experiences being used like a pacifier, its hands and legs wrapping around him now to hold him closely and protectively.
The Demogorgon could feel his head moving all around as he tries to make use of the little wiggle room he's given. Its tongue, now having an entire treat entirely within its whims, stirs his head all around as its wet, strong and almost grating taste buds press and wrap itself around different parts of his head. The explorer feels his different parts explored thoroughly; from his ears being probed and penetrated by the tongue causing him to revolt in surprise and slight disgust, to the tongue licking the different parts of his neck and face. In the end, the slimy appendage pushes slightly into his maw, as the intrepid gives in to a little lewd tongue kiss.
On the outside, the man's body becomes more relaxed and languid as his hands travel to pay some revenge towards the gorgon; its fingers swabbing its armpits, getting a nice feel for it and tending to his own little fantasies.
"Rrrrllll…!" A surprised growl comes from the Demogorgon, as the creature's subdued by the plants of little kisses and soothing rubs administrated by the caring human.
This is something unexpected! @asterius621 and I wrote something together for my birthday, and though the tone of the story is different than what I usually do, I would like to share it here! Lunch Date is still in progress, worry not!
I hope you enjoy this story!
World Upside Down (feat. a Demogorgon) (Part 1)
(hunger over a long period of time, stomach noises, fearplay, being clothless, unwilling to willing, physical teasing, body worship, body tasting)
Imagine if you could: an intrepid, trekking through the woods in the dead of night, with naught but an explorer's attire; long-sleeved shirts and long pants that covers the man from the discomfort of bugs or weeds, a hiker's boots that has seen better days, and a backpack suited with gadgets and a whole day's worth of food, namely pork and beef, with a couple bags of beef jerky.
Most days in the forest could be described as serene, calm, peaceful, beautiful. Today, however, it feels more... foreboding. Like a predator stalking an unsuspecting prey animal as it scuttles about the grass, or an eagle preparing to dive on some hapless fish swimming along the surface of the waves. The moon is dark, barely a crescent in the sky, the twinkle of starlight somehow brighter than the gigantic rock above. The world itself seems to flicker, like all light itself is suffering a blackout, and then, like a crack of lightning, reality tears itself asunder.
'SSSSSCCHHKKKRAAKOOOOOOOM!!'
Sickly, bloody reds and whites spiral out of the air, their edges jagged and sharp like claws, as a tunnel between worlds is ripped open, the shadow of a beast diving through the pathway like a panther pounces upon its meal. Thick ruts and deep gashes are left in the ground in its wake, eldritch vines slowly beginning to worm their way out from the portal as the rupture in life secures its hold on reality...
The lonely intrepid, who once enjoyed the peaceful tranquility of the forest, is gripped by fear and panic as he witnesses reality's wound sprawling itself with parasitic lights and vines. Yet no matter how fast he ran or how much he tried to not look back, it would soon provide a futile effort. The openings surround the area; the tears ripping with ease throughout the forest as a rift in the fabrics cracks open in front of the intrepid, unknowingly running into it. There he feels a thin filament pressing onto him like plastic, before he had bore right through it with his sprint.
"Gh— hhuh?" The intrepid breathes out his confusion.
He panics, scouring his own body to identify whatever material he had just pierced through, but nothing seemed to coat or envelop his clothes or skin. But soon his perception of the world would turn upside down, as the intrepid looks around the changed, warped, corrupted world that becomes his new reality, a garbled and grotesque mimicry of the forest that he once was in.
Pulsing red vines cover almost everything in sight, as though he were witnessing the very blood vessels of the universe being brought into view. Glittering spores of some kind pollute the very air, like dust in the sunlight, covering everything in a foggy crimson haze.
'Grrrrrooowwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllll~....'
All at once, the hairs on his skin stand on end as a truly monstrous growl echoes into his ears, its exact location difficult to pinpoint. The sound itself here is distorted, pitching up and down with no rhyme or reason, and before he can get even the foggiest idea of what may have made the noise, something goes 'SNAP!' just a couple of feet away from him.
His breath hitches, and the lost visitor tries to swallow his heart pounding like a marching drum as he tries to run away again. But alas, the amount of energy spent up on running away earlier had usurped the stamina he has got, causing him to trip on a jagged root that cut down the earth by thirsty trees. All he could do was freeze, laying on the ground in terror and pray to whoever could be listening, as his eyes look back towards where the sound came from.
For the briefest of moments, there's nothing. Not even a rustle of a blade of grass. But, before the adrenaline can fade, he sees it; long, gangly, almost spider-like limbs, creeping out from behind one of the many corrupted trunks, with claws like swords, the figure slowly steps out from its hiding place. Massive paws dig into the wounded earth below, ripping dirt out of the ground with every footfall.
The warbling noises coming from its throat pull his attention upwards, eyes taking note of all the details he can. A soft, oily sheen covers the creature's gray-ish white skin, the flesh wrapped taut around its heavy bones and surprisingly powerful musculature, as though this beast had been going hungry for months. It stands tall, far too tall for any earthly being, an eyeless, nose-less head staring curiously down at him, with five segmented flaps all moving softly as the creature coos and admires its latest treat...
Fear is the only thing that has stricken the victim, as his body gathered enough adrenaline to make another rush for it. But, just as he was about to, some... flash of coherent thought shoots across him, the unconscious somehow able to grasp in the inhuman, monstrous creature standing in front of him and drawing an observation. Watching as the monster is eyeless, the man likely thinks it relies on sound to grasp its prey.
With great hopes that his theory gives a lucky draw for his survival, all he does is keep himself very still laying on the floor, as his eyes drags over the creature's finer details, analyzing his look as the vivid nightmare flashes its body in front of him.
Slowly, methodically, its paws step towards him, a belly so tightly wound that one can almost see the intestinal tract within, very slightly rippling with held-back hunger. The only sounds are the huffs and puffs of the out of breath explorer on the floor, just loud enough for the Demogorgon to always be moving just a bit closer, never truly losing track of its prey.
It has to be at least 12 feet tall with how the monster easily overshadows the fallen victim, the tips of its maw-flaps bending open to reveal razor-sharp rows of teeth arranged all across the edges of its maw. With every passing second, it seems more and more likely that the creature is merely playing with its next meal.
Confusion and hopelessness slowly seeps in as he wonders why the Demogorgon still approaches him. Looking around, the explorer grabs a rock near him and chucks it just off to the side, hoping it would mistake the sound as him running away.
Its head whips to the side as it tracks the noise, remaining steadfastly locked onto it for a few seconds, paws stopping for the moment as it processes what it just heard. And yet, the soft sounds of breathing make its way to its aural sensors, and it gently turns its head back to the frightened explorer. Then in a show of terrifying intelligence...
"Clickclckclck~..." It seems to tut at him, shaking its head and wagging a deadly claw as though it were saying "No, no, no~...!"
"...wh— what..." He speaks in a stunned manner, and the rest of the world shuts down around him. He had given himself away at this moment, but the fleeting hope has gone past his reach.
There is only resignation in his voice as he asks a question, even if he is unsure the Demogorgon could answer. "...what are you—...?"
A chittering noise erupts from the otherworlder's maw at the explorer's terror, as though it were laughing at him. Then, with no warning, it pounces, hands landing on either side of his head as its paws and knees impact and dig into the dirt by his ankles. The Demogorgon is right above the traveler, who lays still on the ground. The two are face to face, the hot, wet breaths of the beast washing over his face like a swamp's wind. The scent is rancid, the remnants of past meals left to ferment in the crevices of its wet, dirty mouth creating a stale odor. A satisfied clicking noise purrs out of its throat as a broad tongue slowly slithers out, making its way towards the victim. He could feel a cringing sensation of the gorgon tasting his face, the dampness and coarse texture pressing with such rigorous strength. The man must have somehow tasted good, because one lick prompts the gorgon to keep licking and clench its stomach as the stomach acids begin to roil, and—
With its prey firmly within its grasp now, its stomach finally begins to let loose its cries of need, the whole abdomen rippling and wobbling to the caterwauling of its basest desires. Bubbling groans tapers itself with a visceral squelch, as the Demogorgon places one clawed hand on its stomach, giving it a slow, sensual as it chitters at you.
"Chchchchlll…" The monster relished in taunting you, arching its back. The afraid prey hears the joints of its body cracking, and the taut surface of its core caving in revealing how emaciated its frame is, as the pressed hand digs deeper onto the caved stomach.
Another hand comes up to the explorer, tracing a thin line across his neck, and for the briefest of moments he fears this will be his end. Yet, when next he opens his eyes, it's not to the sight of blood, but to the view of his clothes being cut by the most tender of scalpels, the Demogorgon having apparently decided that the human's 'fur' would be too unappetizing to consume. Thread by thread his clothes are destroyed, the maw of the beast opening up slightly in what can only be assumed to be a smirk. The seconds feel like minutes as his clothes fall away from him, becoming mere blankets on the ground as his skin is exposed to the cool forest air, goosebumps crawling across his skin in reaction.
With a shaky sob, the explorer feels himself at his most vulnerable, flustered and embarrassed as his clothes are ripped away from his body, leaving him bare exposed against the harsh wind and the fetid smell of the Demogorgon's grimy, oily skin. He whimpers at the Demogorgon's claws almost probing him, the mocking delicacy of it indulging a vice in seeing the man indecent. Why— what is it intending to do? The awful sounds of its stomach makes the explorer cringe, but then... his blush grows redder, almost painfully so as it strains from his cheeks. What was once fear and then slight confusion as the monster kept him alive, is now a conflicting feeling that causes the explorer to merely keep still, letting it rip away the last of his clothes.
"P—please..." He speaks again, hoping the Demogorgon understands the plea of a pathetic human being. "Don't—... don't hurt me..."
Its palm begins to gently run over his skin, feeling, testing, exploring, understanding just what makes him tick. It puts some pressure on his ribs, pulling back when it hears him struggle to breathe a bit, chittering all the while. Then, from the slight unfolding of its lips, the grotesque, writhing and wriggling tongue starts to inch its way out towards him again, the very tip circling around the man's belly button.
'RRRRUUUUURRRRRLLLOOOWWWLL….!'
The taste of the salt on his skin, and the fleshy, yet earthy mix of flavors of the skin itself, causes the beast's belly to roar maddeningly, and with a burst of movement, it flattens its belly across his face, forcing him to experience the full weight of its hunger at once.
"M— Mnnff—!" With a surprised gasp, the victim is treated to the sensation of the slick, oily coating of the Demogorgon's rough, mummified and ridged abdomen.
With how hard the Demogorgon presses its core onto the man's head, he could feel the organ from within ripple right at his ears, the skin between the muscles and the man so thin that the complaints and caterwauling is barely separated. Its stomach continues to berate and scold the Demogorgon, letting out anguished moans and cries to the man as if trying to suede him to become food for the monster instead. That, or begging the Demogorgon to swallow him.
He thrashes for a moment, afraid once more, but was quickly shut down by the loud, incessant groans and grumbling that roiled from the Demogorgon's starved organ. His blush only becomes more furious, and a part of him is frustrated at this conflict at heart; what was getting him so... beguiled by the creature? His hands travel much more delicately across the monster's sides, feeling the slippery texture contrasting the large hip bones that unnaturally juts out. Its skin drags on the explorer's fingers like leather as his fingertips glisten from the oil. The ridges and crests of its uneven, almost clay-looking skin, and the protruding ribs that showcases the Demogorgon's pitiful meals prior...
A rumbling purr runs through the beast's body as the explorer's hands rub and touch, the warmth of the blood within a pleasant balm against the coolness of the night-time air. Its weight comes down a little heavier on his face as it relaxes slightly, legs nuzzling up to hook under the human's thighs in an attempt to survey and savor more of the addicting taste.
Its tongue presses and drags all across the man's bodies, covering his chest and arms and midriff and neck with a thick coating of saliva. A delighted purr keeps rumbling out of the Demogorgon, and its licks start to become more fervent, its grasp onto your body ever tighter, and its stomach desperate for sustenance.
At several points, the Demogorgon had contemplated whether or not to chomp him down, evident by the near times its maw-flaps open up and barely graze over your skin, feeling the sharp teeth scratching your skin and not quite piercing it. But, somehow with enough restrain, the prey avoids being chomped down.
The two's bodies begin to glisten in the weakened moonlight, the oils on the Demogorgon's skin transferring easily to the trapped human's, before the gorgon pulls itself up into a sitting position, haunches on its heels as it brings a hand to rub its own belly.
Its entire lower torso starts to ripple and shift again, so fiercely that one can see the actual stomach pouch clenching desperately around nothing at all in its anguished need. The human can't help but stare at the utterly bewitching sight; despite the monstrous, eldritch nature of the beast, he finds himself... sympathetic to the woes of its stomach, reminding him of similar hungry days. Though, maybe not quite to this degree of hunger. Regardless, with his lower half trapped beneath the weight of the creature, there's not much he can do, except maybe to appease the Demogorgon's curious need for attention and teasing...
A stifled exhale comes out as the shaken man tries to let go of his anxiety. If he were to die, then he would've been already good as dead, and... perhaps if he tames the gorgon, then his life would be spared and a man can tell his tales to the living rather than the dead. But... what to do, what to do...
His palms slowly inch back towards the Demogorgon's stomach, watching the muscles writhe and move as if it were in a vacuum. Then slowly and tenderly, the man rubs and kneads its abdomen, feeling the surprisingly toned muscles yield and coaxing out a particularly nasty hunger pang right out the Demogorgon.
'GRRWWWNNNNWWWWWLLLLWWWNNNNNN—UEEELLCCHHHHHH!!!'
The feeling of foreign hands on the belly of the beast sets it off something fierce, the Demogorgon chirping with pleasant surprise as its stomach roars louder than it has ever heard it before. It shivers with the explosion of noise and the warmth of the digits across its abdomen, lower maw-flaps relaxing and dangling a bit, tongue lolling out like a dog's as it pants in pleasure. The beast's belly visibly moves and depresses under the explorer's palms, molding around the fingers like memory foam, the skin feeling so impossibly thin, warm like a relaxing bath, yet still solid enough to feel squishy and plump. It's a bizarre confluence of traits, made ever more apparent by how the Demogorgon's belly feels almost like its trying to suck his hands in through the skin.
Awe and arousal flares inside the man's heart as his cheeks went flush with red, and a part of him truly awakens in this strange, strange encounter. The Demogorgon could feel its starved organ writhe and prod towards its skin, causing the surface to contort and ripple, whilst his two hands are still rubbing its stomach. Pressing his palms to its sides, the deviant presses his fingers deep into the demogorgon's belly, pushing into it and feeling the skin suck his thumbs in.
The Demogorgon arches its back in response to the deep massaging of thumbs into its belly, pushing against the pressure and letting out what sounds like a warbled moan, a small rush of steam escaping through the flaps of its lips. Another eruption from its belly sends its head spinning with dizzy need.
Another idea props up into his head, and the explorer tries to have a feel around his clothes to find his backpack. Zipping it open, the explorer finds himself the bags of meats and beef jerky that he had kept for his trek. The plastic opens up, and the waft of food makes its way towards the Demogorgon, as the explorer intentionally points the open bag of pork in front of its head. A smile twists itself from the explorer's lips as he starts to enjoy teasing the monster, wondering what more he could do...
a new couple are cuddling when one of their stomachs growls from hunger and the other doesn’t let them get up to eat but listens and places their hands on their hungry partners belly and feels it rumble and their hunger get stronger and louder (bonus points if the hungry partner pushes their partners hands into their stomach and starts whimpering from how hungry they are)
Thank you for the request! This one ended up being longer than I thought, so the second part will be finished quite later on, haha. Still, I hope you enjoy!
Lunch Date (Part 1)
(stomach noises, hunger before lunchtime, verbal and physical teasing, unaware teasing)
Her heart flutters. She stands in front of a house, its front perch tended well with a garden. Checking her phone for the umpteenth time, this location was indeed her date's house — the girl had already knew of course, but her nervousness meant that she'd take any chance to stall the time, even though she's actually early.
The girl steps forward, and knocked on the door. A strong, forward and raspy voice answers from afar, "Hold up! Coming!"
The door swings open, revealing a scrawny woman with tanned skin. Her face lights up when her eyes locks with the visitor, as she gasped. "Golden!!"
"Sal!" Golden cheers, going over for a nice tight hug. They both hold each other in a sweet moment together, the first time they had seen each other's faces in person.
Letting go of the hug, Golden eyes over Sal's quite immaculate appeal: her pink skirt covers up until half her thighs, and the rest of her girthy legs is covered tip to calf with black thigh highs. What made up the girl's girth is solely on the lower end, as her bare freckled stomach is displayed wide in the open; complimented with a mauve crop top that covers her flat chest. Light markings could be seen on the sides of her belly, slightly darker than her tanned skin. Perfecting the look, the woman had worn some purple arm warmers with cute embroidery of parrots, covering her slight muscular arms. A choker on her thinly haired neck is the final thing the visitor notices, as she dragged her eyes bottom to top, already indulging herself in how her lover looks.
"How's my look?" Sal notices Golden gawking over her look, and twirled around her skirt whilst doing a bow: pulling her left leg backwards and her right leg down.
"O—oh, uhm…!" Golden shakes her head rapidly, concentrating on the earth around her rather than the deviant's own indulgence. "You look really stunning!"
"Awww, I'm glad! I dressed up nicely just for you." Sal lets out a wide goofy smile. "You look quite nice yourself too, Goldilocks!"
"Oh, why thanks…" She blushes at Sal's compliment and flashes more of her fashion in a spur of confidence, twirling her long sleeved sweater. Golden's got a nice look to herself too; the befitting gold colored sweater and baggy jeans, and her hair is wrapped up tightly in a neat ponytail. Contrasting Salvia's unabashed presentation of her body, Golden's more reserved about her appearance, hiding her body behind the fabric.
"Come on in! Can't have you standing outside for too long!" Salvia makes room for her partner to enter. Both of them enter a neatly decorated house, sitting down on a large couch. With an ecstatic trill Sal hops onto the seat with a bounce jostling her around, while Golden sits down more gently, but wraps her arms around her fervent lover. They both shake each other around in peals of giggles and comfort, finally able to grope and grip and just touch the person that made their lives.
They had been dating online for only a couple of months, but both of them were already smitten with one another. Golden admired her partner's forward and sometimes unashamed personality, always speaking her mind and smacking Golden with blunt affirmations whenever she self-deprecates. On the other hand, Salvia always had a soft spot for how… indulgent Golden could be. Despite her tenacious outgoing self Sal always liked listening to people, and Golden's incessant gushing about games or shows or their relationship made the gal right at home.
"Aww, it's so great to see you in person." Golden smiles and boops Salvia's nose, causing her to stammer and cackle. The golden haired then asks, "So… what's the plan?"
"Hmm…" She looks up and scratches her chin in a great, thoughtful manner, before her face goes flush for a little. Golden was about to ask what she thought, but Salvia only tenses up before—
An insistent sounding noise cries out from the brash woman's stomach. Salvia's cheeks went rosy pink for a little before laughing it off, "Haha, sorry! Guess my stomach says I should have some lunch first. I'm hungry!"
Golden's face goes red too, and she tries to giggle it off. "Heh, uh… sounds like it."
"Hmm… wonder what we should eat. You hungry too?" She points over to Golden, shooting a question from her fingertips.
"Yeah, I hadn't eaten lunch too." Golden pats her own stomach; while she hadn't felt the sting of a hunger pang wracking her up, she could still grab a bite. "Do you wanna order takeout?"
"Sure, why not. Let me see what's on sale." With a swift motion, Salvia whips her phone out and opened the delivery app, scrolling through a list of mouth watering restaurants. There, her eyes locks at a particular joint that got her appetite riled up, the image of a plump, oily roasted chicken laid bare on a plate decorated with garments and herbs.
Golden comments on the tantalizing photo, consumed by the temptation as well. "That looks really good…"
"Yeah, totally! Mmm, I'm definitely ordering this." She swallows a bout of saliva that pooled in her mouth and clicks on the button, beginning to write down the order.
All the while, Golden could faintly hear the quiet but frequent churning inside Salvia's belly — perhaps she hadn't thought it would be audible enough that Golden could hear it, but her mind had been tormented by how… into it she has gotten. She hadn't the courage to tell Salvia about her liking, which resulted in this moment — her cute and flat stomach letting out squabbling gurgles and low growls in front of a flustered partner. Beneath the freckled skin of Salvia's abdomen is a starving stomach twisting itself into a Gordian knot, murmuring scolds at Sal. Thinking about it, Salvia's got the perfect body for her too, but— ahhh, what if she thought Golden was being weird?
"You're okay with ordering one whole chicken?" Salvia bumps Golden's shoulder, knocking the deviant's mind off the errant train of thoughts.
"Oh, uh, yeah." She replies sheepishly, before lightly retorting. "Honestly, I don't think we can finish one whole chicken."
"I don't know! I'm rather hungry, and I worry you won't have enough of your share." She rubs her whining stomach, giving it a light slap that had the timber of a hollow drum. Golden blushes furiously at the simple mention of her girlfriend eating a feast fit for a family by herself, and possibly not having enough.
"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." She shakes her head before shooting a look towards Sal, "You sound, uh, famished though. Did you not eat yesterday or something?"
"No, no. I guess I just get hungry easily!" She exclaims, as her empty stomach proves by crying out a second time.
A long tapering growl sounds off as her stomach unties itself noisily, certainly getting more and more irritated at how it has been left unfed after its initial complaint.
"Yeesh, be patient alright!" Salvia talks to her own stomach, pressing a finger between their ribs and feeling the tension wringing itself in and out within her hollow organ. "I get it, you're hungry, but the restaurant ain't gonna prioritize you first, girl!"
"Snrrrk, my god." Golden disguises how utterly dumbstruck she is by Sal's display under a snarky remark. Internally however, there is a tug of war between her anxiety and her libido fighting on which side of her should indulge or inhibit.
"Sorry, heh. This tummy really likes to talk." Salvia grins.
"It… sure— um…"
Before Golden could try and get her errant mind to focus on a topic, Salvia notices how red her girlfriend has been. Placing a firm hand on her shoulder, her touch jolts Golden into a quiet squeak as Salvia asked. "Hey, Goldi, you're fine? You've been red for some time, honestly I should call you Maroon instead."
She chortles at Sal's terrible joke, before waving a palm and dismissing it. "I'm fine, I'm just… you know, excited to be with you."
"Awww, aren't you so sweet~?" A sharp and strong tug pulls Golden over to her partner's lap, as Salvia hugs and noogies her girlfriend.
"Heeey, mean to me—!" Golden exclaims between smiles and laughter, squirming under her unyielding grasp.
'GrroooOoOOOoooaaaoaoaorrlrloaann…'
With Salvia pressed onto Golden's back, the deviant can feel the stomach writhing on her own body, turning her libido into a burning fire. A burning red color blushes on her cheeks, and Golden almost slipped away her cover when she says with a whimpering voice:
"Golly g-gee, your stomach's way angrier than I thought…"
Golden's eyes widens in horror as she covers her mouth discreetly, hearing Salvia laugh uproariously behind her as she keeps Golden still on her lap, the hungry girl hugging her from behind.
"I mean— yeah, I guess! I never really paid that much attention to it, though maybe I should have!" says Salvia, passing it off as a joke much to Golden's relief.
"I—I see…" But despite her brief panic at nearly outing herself earlier, she couldn't help but try and tether around the topic, now that she had known how nonchalant Salvia is with talking about her rowdy belly.
The perk of having such an innocuously embarrassing kink is that no one would really suspect you for having it in the first place.
Golden says, "You really think no one notices? I've been hearing it ever since you um, started scrolling through what to eat."
"Oh, pfffhahaha, really?" Salvia throws her head back in amusement, covering her mouth. "Sorry about that!"
"No no, you don't have to apologize, it's just your belly! Has anyone ever… said anything about it?"
"Mmm… no, not really. Oh oh, but there was this one time— I actually do remember someone thinking they heard my stomach in school once! I was kinda hungry and waiting for lunch, then my stomach made this huge snarl. Everybody started looking at each other and trying to find out who it is, but they didn't know it was me! I was silent the whole time, I didn't want to say that I was hungry enough to sound like a lion, ehaha…"
"Oh my god, snrrrrrk—" Golden chortles, resting her head on Salvia's shoulder and looking up to see her face, feeling her lover's warmth more deeply.
Sal frowns, and her brash voice melts like hazelnut on the Golden's ear. "Yeah… I didn't really eat well when I was younger. Maybe that's why this stomach likes to yell at me now."
"Awww, don't do that! It's important for you to eat!" says Golden, who does contradict her desires with the obvious advice. But, it is true, you should eat and take care of yourself. Golden only likes to fast as a little treat.
"Don't worry don't worry, I am! God, I think I have been too much now, but I haven't really been any fatter." Sal comments, "Guess that's what a high metabolism does to ya."
Another plaintive moan cries out of Salvia's stomach as she stifles a groan. "Ugh, I'm really hungry now! This chicken isn't arriving quick enough!"
"All good things to those who wait." Golden murmurs, trying to soothe Salvia.
"Mmm." Sal smacks her lips and shrugs. Patience is a virtue, but her complaining stomach has more force to it now, the aches making the gnawing hunger more obvious. "I'm gonna eat an apple from the fridge, just to shut my tummy up for a bit."
Salvia scoots Golden off of her lap, and rises up. Golden however pushes her back down and exclaims: "Wait! Uh… I don't want you to spoil your appetite, love. Besides, it'll likely be in a couple of minutes."
Salvia groaned, "I don't think my appetite's gonna be spoiled by one measly apple, Goldi! I'm so hungry I feel like I can eat a whole deli aisle!"
'ggrrRRRrrrmmblblblb…'
Her stomach affirms her point, giving a shorter but more fierce sounding growl.
Golden stammers a while before her mind crosses over a white lie and her mouth runs before her mind could catch it, "Well, fruits usually stall the uh, chemicals in your brain that says you're hungry, so I don't want you doing that."
"…oh, really?" Salvia looks with curiosity at Golden's eyes. "That's rather interesting! I never knew about that, hm… maybe that's why those people from Greek paintings seems to only eat grapes and whatnot, turns out they're just fine off with fruits for life!"
A howling chorus of laughter echoes from both women. Golden calms herself after a while of giggling, before deciding to balance the lie with a true fact instead. "Oh, also… if you lie down on your back and swallow a bunch of spit, then your stomach will always gurgle."
"Hmm… well, I don't need to do that to get my belly actin' up, it's quite noisy as it is!" Salvia jokes, but her mind is enraptured by the trivia. "But, let's see if what you say is true!"
With Golden ushered away from the couch, Salvia flops her whole body onto the bouncy cushion, stretching herself as joints crackle from her back, and her bare tummy is wide in display for the deviant to silently ogle. But then, nothing could prepare her as Salvia makes a curling finger motion, before pointing towards her stomach.
"Well, aren't you going to listen?" She cocks a grin, before rubbing her stomach slowly as a preemptive gurgle rolled just loud enough for Golden to hear.
The deviant stammers, shaking her head as the words Salvia said simply didn't register. "Wh— huh?!"
"Well, gotta have someone to test if that hypothesis is true, you silly dummy! Come right close!" Salvia replies, causing her girlfriend to be utterly astonished.
100 followers!!!! thank you so much everybody, it's really touching to see people i really enjoy their works or reblogs leaving notes on my silly stories akdnsnfndj
to celebrate... a little indulgent story i made, hehe! once again, thank you for being here, and i hope you enjoy!
Cryptid Encounter
(first person pov, hunger over the course of a day, stomach noises, giant/tiny, verbal and physical teasing, light fearplay, descriptions of eating raw meat, starved to stuffed)
The cold winter breeze was nigh indistinguishable from the warmth of the fireplace, crackling softly on your little cabin. You’ve been in an adventurous mood as of late, renting a small shack in the middle of the tropical forest, living out a habit of trekking in the woods and sightseeing the many wonders of your area’s flora and fauna. It’s a nice break from being a butcher in your town, though it doesn’t help that your diet now consists of nothing but meat. Seriously, your entire fridge is chocked full of them, enough to last a family of four’s worth for an entire month. Yet, you still remain insomniac somehow, lounging in your chair right next to the flame, as you ponder about random thoughts as it slowly lulls you to a peaceful sleep.
…or so you thought. Unexpectedly, there began a knocking on the door, tapping gently as you slowly woke yourself up. Who could be here to greet you in this freezing storm? The thought slightly terrifies you, having never told anyone your expedition. Still, you raise yourself up from your comfortable chair, and peeked on the peephole to see who it could be. There’s nobody in sight. Your worries still tugs at you but eventually subsided, as you walk back towards your chair only to be halted by another knock. You definitely weren’t imagining this now. Going back to the door, you swung it open only to be greeted with a nine feet tall, slender humanoid silhouette.
You held your breath. You couldn’t believe what you’re seeing. The figure slowly walks forward to you, as you froze in shock. The night and the storm shadows the figure’s body, but it pushes you into your cabin leaving you on the floor as the cryptid walks inside, closing the door and revealing its form. This creature is tall and lanky, its size taller than the height of the cabin. With jet black fur all over its body, dark orange markings on its spindly frame, with an apparent ribcage and a slim, concave midsection where its ribs could be mistaken for an exoskeleton. Its bones are sharp on its ends and apparent, highlighting the shape of the beast. It had little to no muscle, instead almost skin and bone with claws sharp like a dagger. Hunching forward with its legs crossed and its arms pressed to the floor, its yellow eyes pierce through your very soul… until it speaks with a deep, gravelly voice.
“...do forgive my manners, the cold is too overbearing for me,” prompted the beast with a calm tone. You ask who and why it is here, and the creature raises their hands up as if to assure you.
“Don’t be alarmed, I mean no harm to you. I am simply looking for shelter.” You let out a sigh of relief, at least knowing that you won’t be killed in the middle of nowhere. Prompting the cryptid more, you ask about its identity further, as its body coils around the cabin trying to circle around you, its height forcing the monster to move around like a rat as it crawls on all fours.
“My name is Sankeleth. I am a nomad, and I have been searching for my kind for years.” Sankeleth responds, never breaking eye contact. You were going to ask more questions, but―
'grrrrooaarr…'
―an audible and low rumbling interrupts your thought as you look at the cryptid’s stomach, as Sank places a hand on its gaunt frame, pushing the saggy skin a little upwards. The abdomen sinks in to touch its back, as the prod prompts a long and hollow groan.
'mmmooooooooaaaaaannnn..'
“Do forgive the noises, it has been a while since I had a decent bite.”
'gggrrrnnn… ggggrrrooooooppp… blbllbblblrrrrr…'
The cryptid apologized, as the incessant grumblings and growls never stops. You weren’t annoyed by it however, in fact curious about the noises it makes. Sankeleth catches on to your fascination however, noticing your eye contact breaking to look at its belly more.
“...hm? Enjoying it? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.” The monster spoke with a sudden charming tone to it, crawling closer to you as you feel its hot, dank breath wash over your body, and the stomach noises becoming louder, begging you to give it the attention it sorely needed.
'ggrroOOoan!'
“Go on, I won’t mind… buut, only if you have food~” Sankeleth teased, as you eagerly nodded and told it about the abundant stack of meat in the fridge.
'rroOOAAR- grn- rrrllLLLNNNnnnooOoOorrr..'
The very prompt of food sends the belly into a fit of cacophonic rage, its mind teased with pictures of tender meat. It didn’t help that Sankeleth is carnivorous.
“Then we have a deal~” It responded, shifting around to change position from all fours to laying down on its back, exposing the belly for you to enjoy yourself on. Slowly you venture up towards the creature’s stomach, the creature being big enough that you can fully embrace your entire body on its fur. Laying your head on its stomach, it feels like a soft furry pillow.
You can hear and feel the gastric cries happening as if there wasn’t anything separating you, the stomach vibrating your skin and making you tingle whilst hearing it caterwauling and churning up bubbling acids loud enough to quake your body slightly as you feel the skin ripple with every roar and groan the stomach makes.
Sankeleth held a finger up, its eyes narrowing down as it announced in a quiet voice. “Hold on, I think I can feel a big one coming—”
Despite the twisting and turning of the belly, Sankeleth seems to enjoy your pleasure of listening and the pleasure of feeling every noise building up with a knot, before releasing chains of gastrophonic hunger in a surge of rippling contractions. You can feel the different textures of each kind of noise: the growls and grumbles are baritone vibrations throughout the midsection like a massaging chair, the low groans and high squelches are more focused points somewhere in its belly, and the gurgles and bubbling are like gargling water softly tapping on your skin. Though, the creature is no doubt starving, and having a morsel right in front of them erupts a low, rumbling growl as Sankeleth couldn’t help but unveil its cavernous maw for you to see. Yellow teeth glistening on the moonlight, with a tongue long enough to reach you, licking your face just once with eager delight as the monster moans as to just how tender you taste.
“Mmnnggh, so good… so delicious~... sssso, hungry…” Sankeleth speaks its thoughts to you, as its stomach also voices its rather angry opinion.
'ggllOORRP!!'
The belly protested, having tasted food in so long. Still, Sankeleth restrains himself and instead uses this opportunity to tease, licking your head as you can’t help but giggle at the tickling sensation. The beast’s stomach seems to be more active now, having been provoked with food as you perturb it further, rubbing the caved in skin as Sankeleth moans at the ministrations.
You tease back by pressing onto the caved fur, having it nearly touch the creature’s back as it draws out a prolonged hollow groan, accompanied by a high-pitched slimy squelch and a couple more bubbling churns. Sankeleth gets a taste of your head again; the monster didn’t bother to hold in its hunger, as your face was coated in thick saliva as the tongue is wrapped around you like a scarf, its rogue buds scraping on your skin as the cryptid moans unashamedly at your taste.
“I’ll let you enjoy one more roar before tending myself to the meat… hmm, how about a little trick…?”
Sankeleth swallows a large breath with its mouth, trying to inflate its empty belly with naught but air, making the ravenous muscles and frothing acid try to churn the bloating feeling. The cryptid felt a dull ache slowly wracking up its middle, and immediately the stomach responded with a low moan as it tried to push the air back up. Curling a fist however, Sankeleth held back the burp and kept the trapped air swirling inside, and the ache got more and more gnawing, its guts clenching as compactly as it could. Sankeleth winced, and one palm pressed on its gut, causing all that gas to shift.
'grrroooOOooOoOOaaaAAAaaaoooOoorrrrnnnnn….'
Feeling a large tremor nigh rattle your body, the cryptid's stomach cried out a loud and plaintive roar, its skin rippling almost comically, rolling in waves. Sankeleth bit back a quivering exhale, its face cringing at just how abysmally unabated, unashamed its stomach had made. Had it been that long, that malnourished? Another predatory growl emits not from its stomach, but its maw; as their animalistic instincts slowly chimes in and your head is pulled closer to the waiting, salivating maw.
“Mmmmhhh… it would be a crying shame if my patience had worn too thin here and now, would it be little wayfarer~?” Sankeleth teased, a slight chuckle rising from its chest like cars upon speed bumps. The monster takes its sweet, sweet time displaying its grotesque yet mesmerizing maw yet again, the abundance of sharp jagged sets of yellowed teeth, its long and thick ash gray tongue with strands of saliva desperately pooling up to betray just how much hunger had shackled the creature, and how the tongue runs over its lips and then, just for good measure, tested your taste again.
You pleaded. While this fate wouldn't exactly be undesirable, you do wish to spend the rest of your life without being dissolved into the starved organ, to achieve your own aspirations.
“Of course, of course, I merely jest.” It chuckled, pushing your body away from the maw. But as another airy moan erupted from its stomach, Sankeleth looked at you with a flash of discomfort in its eyes, before a crass idea crossed its mind.
“However, I would like to withdraw all this gas I swallowed earlier somewhere, hm hm hm… to make room, you see~…” Sankeleth grinned.
You were about to ask what the beast had meant, but all Sank did was to throw its head close to yours, and heave its stomach, pushing all the gas back out.
'huuUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAARRRHHPPPPPPPpp!'
A large, beefy and deep sounding belch all came rushing out of its system, causing a jet stream of fetid gas that had been properly baked in Sankeleth's gut to waft over to you, giving you a first nose experience in what it would have been like to be there. The strong stench of acid and stale air complimented the crass noises; you had to scrunch up your nose with how repugnant the sour rotten smell is.
“Aaahhhhh, much better… do forgive my manners, but with how rosy your face has painted itself, I don't believe you minded.” Sankeleth giggled.
Going over to the fridge, the cryptid eyed over the bountiful meat waiting as reward for displaying its untamed famine likening to a pet show. Without pushing over its needs anymore, Sank gave in to its desires, pushing the restrains and finally helping itself to all the meat. Sankeleth adjusted to a crawling position, the span of its body touching end to end of the entire room. With its head scraping by the ceiling and both elbows pressed on the floorboards, Sankeleth grabbed a fistful of the raw meat and pressed it right onto its gaping maw.
Its teeth sank into the flesh, and the creature made a hissing sound by slurping the surplus of saliva, finally relieved to sate its hunger. Sounds of tearing and crunching quickly fill the room. Each swallow was no meager fill; entire pounds of raw meat all were gulped down greedily without even the courtesy of chewing it down to smaller bits, a large lump visibly falling down Sank's elongated neck and traveling through the jutted collarbone and ribcage. Eventually the food fell into the graveyard that was its stomach, and what happened when the only bits of nutrition is surrounded by gaunt flesh and starved acids? Its stomach responded with a triumphant gurgle, the walls greeting the first bits of food it has felt in a while by smothering its muscles all over the meat, happily burbling and tearing it down when Sankeleth couldn't be bothered to. As the ravenous monster continued eating fistfuls after fistfuls of food, you can see its gaunt, hollow stomach slowly bulge out into a subtle but definitely apparent dome, and it was only accentuated further when Sankeleth placed a free palm on top of it, rubbing the satiated spot. Clearly it was very pleased by the influx of contentedness replacing what was previously a gnawing hollow hunger, with the way the cryptid rumbles between every bite, congratulating the hard-working stomach with pats and slow rubs, and…
If it wasn't obvious, Sankeleth's stomach was utterly merciless with how violently the organ damaged the poor meats. You nearly felt a flicker of fear at how easily you could've been in that stomach, how easily every inch of you be decimated all because its body was ignored for too long until it became nothing but rabid.
“Mmm… words fail to describe my gratitude and how delicious the offerings were.” Sankeleth said, pressing on its stomach lightly as it blorps in reply. “Perhaps my gut can… ah, grant a more profuse and poignant thanks than language could.”
The joints on your body wilted meekly at how effortlessly Sankeleth seemed to reach to you, and you felt beckoned by how the cryptid curled its finger in a come hither motion, inviting you to join. With the ache of hunger removed from the equation, Sankeleth finds itself much more willing, much more relishing in inviting you to accompany the busy stomach. And, of course… you cannot resist but coming closer.
Rather than feeling the skin cave into its body, the abdomen has less give to it; you feel a more defined barrier beneath the taut skin. The immediate difference is simply how much more noisy and active Sankeleth's belly is. Whereas its hungry cries were interspersed with quiet moments, there doesn't seem to be any moment of respite from the carnage that wrecked inside its guts. That much is made obvious as you place you palm on its bloated stomach, which replied with a rolling gluggle, one you can feel like rolling water slapping your skin in rapid waves.
“Mmmm… I do wish once again forgiveness for asking so much of you, when you have been oh so hospitable towards me…” Sankeleth mused, slowly curling itself around you. “But perhaps you won't mind if I sleep off the night in your cozy abode? You will certainly have a nice pillow for yourself tonight~..”
To help tip the odds, Sankeleth's stomach gave a squelching growl, enough to cause a large tremor outside as digestion continued to become nigh volatile.
scenario where someone wakes up late and is hungry doesn’t eat breakfast and goes to work but has a meeting for the whole morning and it eventually runs late into lunch time and they get progressively hungrier and they try to muffle their groaning stomach but it doesn’t work and everyone hears
Thank you very much for the request! And apologies for taking a long time with it ^^'
This is my first time writing within a fandom specifically, should I do more of this?
This Meeting Could've Been An E-mail (feat. Tenna)
(hunger in the morning, stomach noises, embarassment, themes of awakening)
"Crap, crap, crap…!" Tenna muttered to himself, as he sprinted through the velvet red carpet and sparkling lights of TV World, glancing back and forth between the path ahead of him and his watch. He was getting late for a meeting, and it's all because he slept in.
Well, what are you going to do when someone turned the TV on late at night?! An unplanned late night show had to be prepared, because young Kris couldn't sleep and snuck downstairs to watch some show. You cannot get mad at them!! Look at their smile, you saw them sleep on the couch and snoring peacefully! That ought to be a job well done for you.
But, that meant poor Tenna couldn't get much of a shut eye before dawn breaks. The man had a tight schedule, leaving little wiggle room for him to be tardy. One thing goes out of plan, and whoosh! Everything comes falling apart. They all need Tenna to keep the show running! So, he had to get up and go, and that meant he couldn't really grab a good bite to eat, only scarfing down on a packet of chocolate powder and water before making a dash towards the conference room. But, the effects of neglecting his needs are already starting to catch up.
'gggrrrruuummmbbbblll…'
A grumble tumbled out of Tenna's scrawny stomach, making him clutch and rub his stomach as he's running. Being the big man he is, that measly breakfast did nothing to fill him up, and his stomach is easily loud enough to trump his booming voice if he gets hungry enough. Even the quiet grumbles can be heard by others, since his size is large enough that a soft gurgle can sound like a lion's growl to any bystanders. Tenna can already feel his hungry guts caving in deep, and he could only pray that his belly won't rat him out too much.
Finally, Tenna reached the conference room, standing just behind the door. He takes a moment to recompose himself and prepare his bravado, before barging into the room and exuding a confident energy.
"Heeelllo, ladies and germs!" Tenna greeted the waiting people with his chipper voice and jovial tone. Everybody at the elongated oval table looked at him with surprise, as the showman introduced himself with an apology. "Sorry for taking too long, heh, there were some technical difficulties if you get what I mean."
Murmurs from the reserved staff indicates they didn't mind Tenna's unexpected tardiness. The three noteworthy staff of his are sitting right at the front of the table; Battat is clutching his head as his arm is placed against the table, likely trying to fly by the sleep deprivation. He didn't even see Tenna come in, really. Pluey meanwhile is quite jovial, drawing little Tennas and the Mike costumes they came up with on a jotter he brought to take notes. Jongler is the most upright of the three, sitting still and only paying attention to his boss. And there is… something peculiar about him this morning.
As the chipper TV-head sits down, there is a sense of… fogginess in his mind that he couldn't seem to pinpoint. A faint snowstorm of static permeates Tenna's head, which Jongler noticed.
"Uh, sir, is everythin' good for yah?" He prepped his head closer to Tenna.
"Yeah, everything is all fine and honky-doodles!" He assured. Throughout their conversation, Tenna's stomach had been grumbling, but he was able to drown it out with the sound of his voice.
Jongler didn't exactly buy into his suede, but he couldn't bring himself to object either. He simply shrugged and said, "Eh, very well then boss."
"Ha, well alright then! So, we've got to talk about-"
'GLOORRRRrrppp-gl-gl-gl-gl…'
A sudden and short outburst of acids toiled by the contracting muscles bellowed out, just abrupt and noisy enough for Tenna to stop talking, while the others are confused about that racket. It took a whole lot of chattering between the staff for Battat to look up from his overthinking stupor, and see that a rosy pink filtered is blooming out of the TV-head's screen.
"A-Ahem…! Right, so-" Tenna tried to recompose himself, straightening his tie and placing a hand on the side of his head. "I'm sure we were all unprepared for what happened last night. My greatest apologies for those that had to work overnight! Haha, when you have an unplanned show in the schedules, it sure throws up a wrench!"
Battat didn't really take anything Tenna said to heart, instead wanting to question his flustered look. "Uh, sir-"
"I know, I know!" He interrupted Battat, "We should've accounted for this from the get go! Every good TV must be available 24/7, which is why-"
"S-sir-"
"At at at! I know you want to be on the spotlight all day every day, but I can't have you burning out like a shooting star! So, I will be assigning you all into shifts instead. Day shifts, night shifts, that kind of wazoo! So, if any of them has suddenly a hankering for a midnight marathon or a crash sleepover, then we can provide with some quality en-ter-tain-ment!"
'GRRGGLGLGLGLGgrrrllglrggrlglrlg!'
Quality entertainment they got, as everybody heard Tenna's stomach let out a monstrous, gargling noise towards the audience. The color red bleeds from his screen as Tenna finds himself frozen still.
Battat stared with a confused look, before asking the obvious question. "Uh, boss, was that your stomach…?"
"I- I-" Tenna couldn't seem to find himself to find any words. The others snickered at his predicament, and the boss felt like hiding himself into a hole forever.
Jongler raised his arm. "Sir, maybe yah wanna call an adjourn f'r now and grab a bite to eat?"
"Noo no no, I'm fine!" Tenna resisted, much to the chagrin of his aching stomach shriveling up as another hard pang wracks his body.
"…well, whatever you say." Battat returned to his usual slumping position, though there is something creeping up his heart; a little warm feeling that… disturbed the green playing card somewhat.
"Ahem, okay…!" Tenna tried as hard as he might to steer the wheel back, but the screen on his face is forever tainted with a rosy pink filter from the utter embarrassment. "Right, what I wanted to talk about… since we'll be transitioning to shifts instead, that means there will have to be a change in schedules! For one, day shifters will have to bear just a little bit of a shorter break period, since they'll have quite the early dismissal! So, be sure to practice… heh, scarfing down your favorite foods and small chat—"
'ggrrrRRRRrrrrmmmlllllbblbllb—bllblb—'
Just the mere thought of food had twisted Tenna's stomach, wracking out a desperate grumble as he felt his hunger wringing out from inside. The willingness to power through this meeting has all but dwindled down, and the cathode's patience is ever getting thinner, what with his appetite getting wetter. And perhaps somebody else is getting wetter too…
"…rrrgh, alright, fine! We'll call it a recess for now! By static, I'm so famished…" He finished the end of his sentence to himself, before storming out of the room without so much as waiting for the others to say anything. The other employees are… confused and bemused, to say the least. But, certainly one of them has had grown an… affliction towards his boss's stormy stomach, as Battat eyed the other Mikes that were doing their own things.
"Hey, come on, our boss probably wants Mike to like— make him a word salad or whatever." Battat disguised his want pretty well under his usual languid language.
"All raight," Jongler stepped besides Battat and followed by Pluey, "So w're gonna grab some stuff from da vending machine 'en?"
"Hmm… why not treat him to something this morning?" Battat devised an idea, "Our boss is rather tense lately, and I think he… deserves something nice."
Pluey gave a curious side eye, curious to Battat's sudden shift of mood. Jongler noticed Pluey's suspicion and eventually caught on as well, voicing out the question both of them have. "Uh, somethin' special happened to yah? Yah's not usually dis…"
Battat shot a glare, waiting for the sentence to finish. "…Huh?"
"…nevahmind. We'll get to it!" He bounced with readiness on his feet, and together him and Pluey made their way away.
His plan went smoothly. With the two of them away, that gives a perfect opportunity for Battat to have some alone time with Tenna on the green room, with an excuse that the others are grabbing some food for the man. That meant he won't be fetching breakfast himself, and that means… Battat gets to spend some time with his boss's empty stomach howling away.
"…golly, why am I— acting like this?" Battat beat himself up mentally, lightly smacking his head. The plan is well under motion already though; it would only be a waste to chicken out.
Exiting out the conference room, Battat skipped all the way to the green room, saving as much time as he could. With a swift motion the door creaks open, revealing the man of the hour. Tenna sprawls on a couch, taking up nearly all of the space by himself. As Battat stands out of his sight, his ears were filled with something that crossed his heart like taboo once more; a loud and plaintive roil from his stomach that made Tenna groan. An open palm rubbed his flat stomach as it continued to quietly churn and grumble, tiny tremors as his stomach slowly tied itself into a knot yet again.
"Urgg… why'd I skip breakfast for this…" Tenna pleaded sympathy to himself, muttering out a hush to his unrelenting stomach.
Battat felt his heart skip; even in this moment he could exist and not do anything more, lest he runs the risk of ruining everything for himself. But… in for a penny, in for a dime, and Battat didn't masquerade as his right hand man for nothing. Changing into his fancy jet black attire and the microphone helmet, Battat befell himself into the bravado of Mike, and suddenly it had felt like he's a different person entirely.
He can do this.
"Uh, hey sir." Mike stepped forward and revealed himself towards Tenna, who gave a delighted expression. His arms rise up, his smile a thousand dollars, but his voice is more reserved. The chipper showman tune is for the public's ears only.
"Ohhhh, MIKE! Wonderful to see you!" greeted Tenna.
"Hey hey, if it isn't my favorite superstar!" Mike pointed finger guns at him, sitting down besides Tenna. "How was the meeting?"
"Ohh, it was an utter disaster!" He cried, slumping on the couch and his antennae drooping.
Just as Mike was about to ask why, his question was answered with a cavernous gurgle that lurched out of Tenna's stomach. Battat felt his heart already rising at just how shameless his boss's stomach was at voicing its displeasure, contrasting the much shameful reaction of Tenna becoming pinker and more fidgety with himself. Being so close with him, the playing card could see a faint ripple raging like a tempest from Tenna's white shirt, as his stomach staged a rebellion.
"Heh, feeling peckish sir?" Mike replied, with Battat trying to hide as many of his reservations as he could.
"Peckish? By the stars above I am starving! I was chasing after my schedule so much that I had… well, neglected some of my needs." Tenna placed a palm on the back of his neck.
Mike have a single hearty laugh. "Hah, I can certainly hear it! You won't need me to have that unruly gut of yours be made loud and clear to the audience, I'll tell you that!"
"My reputation will be ruined!" Tenna clutched his head and hoped food will arrive before the time comes for him to put on a show; to have his stomach cry out mutiny in the middle of a presentation would be one of his greatest nightmares. "I've been waiting on the darn plug to open up shop, but he isn't arriving!"
"Ahhh, worry not! I had already ordered a special feast just for you."
"Oh, really? Why you are nothing but delightful!" beamed Tenna, as he nudged Mike close to his sides. "Knew I could always count on you."
"You're sure right, but we might to count the minutes before breakfast." the motormouth jested and blabbered, "So, let's sit back and enjoy some green air, yeah?"
"Mmh, I'll try." Tenna leaned back and rested his arms on the couch's tops, giving ample space for Mike to place his head just slightly closer.
Despite trying his best to ignore it, his fuzzy static face showed how out of it Tenna was. Between the gaps of executive thinking on his processors, and the hollow ache gnawing in his gut, Tenna wasn't in the best state of mind, and his stomach was more than eager to continue grieving the lack of food.
'gyyuuUUUOOORRRGGGGgglleeeee— rrrrrrllllllnnnnn…'
A particularly violent contraction swept through his stomach and lurched out a powerful gurgle, one that Mike can now hear in excruciating detail thanks tohis proximity with Tenna. Being the big man that he is, even the quiet grumbles that would pass as nothing inordinary is audible for Tenna's size, and does he need to eat plenty. Just the… thought of his boss needing that much to eat, how angry his stomach is at being unfed for so long, how it makes all that racket and throwing a tantrum for even going a second further without something filling uo the hollow void.
Though he still kept the voice, Battat had blundered somewhat by confessing his inner thoughts out loud. "That's a mighty loud stomach you got, sir…"
"Yeeesh, I've never heard it complaining this loudly myself!" Tenna replied, rubbing small and slow circles on his stomach as it continued to burble and growl. Each subtle gnaw made Tenna's palm press into his stomach in an attempt to soothe the wild thing. His nose scrunched up in a jagged form from a particularly harsh knot that ached in his gut, and his palm pressed further in to coax out the ache.
In kind, Tenna's stomach replied with an insistent howl, the sound light as though the sound of wind blowing in a cave's mouth, distorted by his gut's desperate groans for sustenance. A heavy feeling of relief and shame washed over Tenna at once; the growls almost felt… surprisingly good, even if it embarrassed him to no end how demanding and whiny his body is, how undignified it seemed in comparison to the bold showman.
"Ohhhoo man, it sure feels like something's wasting away in there." Tenna commented, trying to laugh it off with Mike as his stomach quieted down, no doubt preparing another bout of nasty pangs. "Say, when's the food arriving? I don't think I can last a second longer without stuffing myself, haha!"
"Heh, well—" Mike choked on his own words a bit. "All good things for those who wait! They're probably bringing it over right now! That being said…"
"Hmmm?" Tenna looked at Mike with a hint of curiosity, then his antennas perked up as he feels his assistant's hands rub over his flat belly.
"Gotta keep the boss's stomach happy!" Mike veiled his shameless indulgence under the guise of providing comfort for Tenna.
"Oh, ohho—" Tenna was taken aback sure, but his feelings of surprise was quickly overtaken by a sort of melting sensation as Mike's soft and tender touch hit all the right spots for the big guy, feeling his body relax and droop under the cushions of the couch. It had worked alright, and now Battat had secured himself a seduced Tenna as he simply lays on the seat in bliss.
"Feeling happy, boss?" Mike asked, still rubbing the pathetic TV head's belly.
"Sure am…" Tenna replied in a daze.
Battat felt a fluttering relief affirm his heart. "Heh, glad to know that. Sure am feeling happy myself too, boss."
Just as he continued serving for Tenna, Battat could see a slight wince from the boss's mouth, and a slight tremor coming from his stomach as quiet pinpricks of frothing bubbles burbled from beneath his skin. Then and there the assistant's heart lurched forward, as his hands tried to coax out the hunger pang, feeling it slowly unknot beneath his fingertips. His digits pressed more insistently, and Battat could feel the yielding skin give in to his touch, and—
—a loud, almost monstrous sounding growl snarled out of Tenna's famished middle, before dying out in a whiny squelch.
"Woahh, lights and cameras…" Tenna pressed his own paln on top of Mike's, making the flustered assistant feel the incessant bubbling much more intimately.
This is the second part! Quick note: I hadn't realized Tumblr's character limit is more generous than I had thought, which is why this story is longer, and also longer to write. From now on, the stories will only be in one part. But before I work on the new stories, I will be extending the older two-parters to reflect a more consistent word count of each post. Hope this clarifies my current plans!
Anyways, to the story!
(Part 1 can be found here)
Figment had a very nice dinner, that evening. Of course, it was just Figment who had a nice dinner, while Komodo only watched the human enjoy the feast while its own stomach was squealing with hunger. Taunting the lizard by chewing off a particularly big chunk of the meat, audibly swallowing it and helping the visible lump travel down his esophagus with a finger was fun enough for the human to do it several times, and Komodo's reaction never fails to delight Figment.
Komodo growled, its hot breath huffing over to his face as a wicked hungry grin etched itself between its lips.
"You know, I didn't really take you for the controlling type." It spoke with its maw still clamped shut, "This little favor of yours… I do find myself fascinated by just how much you are into this kind of scenario. A big hunk such as I, with such a large appetite that could rival the gods… and you want to see me utterly famished, until I can't help but to…"
Without finishing its sentence, Komodo situated its head slightly above the human's, then yawned its maw wide open, huffing warm and humid gusts of air towards Figment. The dank breath reeked towards his direction, making Figment cover his nose while his eyes gaze deep into the undulating maw. Adrenaline shot up in Figment's mind as he's entirely frozen, with razor sharp teeth standing inches to his face, and his tongue impatiently brushing over the teethtips. Strands of saliva form across the rooftop of its cavernous maw to the bottom, as some of it spill overhead to Figment's shoulder. Its texture thick and viscous; Figment couldn't wipe it off as the saliva only got to his palm instead.
Komodo lets off a growl from deep in its throat, rippling across the ridges of its mouth, as it spoke in a dangerously low tone. "You have no idea how utterly starving I am… I need something to sate my neglected gut…"
Then to emphasize its point, Komodo's chunky yet toned belly lets off a squealing gurgle, the acids toiled by the impatient walls. The lizard pressed an open palm on the complaining abdomen, slowly rubbing and pressing on it, letting it yield under its touch as Komodo coaxes out the hunger pangs into an insistent strings of high pitched gurgles.
Still frozen, Figment felt himself shrink into a microscopic scale, and his mind scattered to think of a way to tip the scales. Then, something came across his mind; he grabbed one particular slice of meat with a fork, before taunting it around Komodo's face, letting it smell the delicious food and annoy its demanding tummy. Figment hovered the food close to the lizard's maw, the only thing stopping it from devouring the meat, the fork and the human's entire hand to just clamp its mouth down.
Komodo remained wordless, but its eyes betrayed just how famished it was. Its eyes softened and pleaded to the human, and its fingers curled slightly, hoping the human would give it the respite and let it eat. Even if it won't be enough to sate its raging middle not one bit, Komodo could savor the taste.
But, all Figment did was pull out the fork and ate the meat permeated in Komodo's hungry breath, chewing as loud as he could and making it clear he enjoyed the taste of it.
The only response was a frustrated cry from its stomach, as if scolding the human for denying it food to this degree. Figment only had his ears perked up at the sounds, and from the way that his eyes glimmered, it seemed like he was keen on repeating this a couple of times, if only to see the strong willed of the lizard whimpering some more whilst its gut voiced its suffering against its will.
Of course, despite how much Figment enjoyed it, it would be unfair not to repay Komodo in kind for its patience and its stomach's plentiful wails. After all, favors are repaid with favors, and Figment had just the perfect way. While cooking another batch for Komodo would've been satisfactory, they didn't want to spend all of of their ingredients just to keep Komodo well-fed for an hour at best; lizard metabolism is fierce, and Komodo staying hungry the whole day is akin to the human wasted away for three whole days. So, what better way to feed a starving lizard… then to bring it out on all-you-can-eat buffet, courtesy of the human's own money.
Going outside their den, Figment walked forward across town as he traced the oath towards the buffet. Komodo followed behind, its movement heavy and languid. Other lizards and creatures of varying size and shape populate the town, each minding their own business. Well, to the best of their ability anyway, if they haven't caught noise of Komodo's stomach growling away as they walk past by. Some of them shot a look at the lizard; some amused by how loud it is, others concerned by how feral it sounded. The lizard powered through, paying them no mind; thouh, it is kind of getting harder when its stomach is more talkative than Komodo is, begging to anybody within earshot.
Arriving at the tavern, Komodo and Figment is immediately assaulted with the sight and sounds of lizards, dragons, crows and ravens, wolverines and tigers all keen on pigging out on their respective servings of food, greedily swallowing large chunks of meat and flesh without needing the bother to even chew their food. The sounds of squelching chews and stomachs being filled to the brim overwhelmed Figment, while Komodo silently envied the fact they are stuffing their faces in the first place. The lizard guided Figment towards an empty table, both of them sitting down side by side. It's laughable, how different the sizes of their chairs; it looked like Komodo's sitting on a throne while Figment is sitting on a comically tall stool.
A waiter comes by their table, a kobold wearing a dapper outfit complete with a handkerchief on her arm. "Salutations. May I see your admission?"
Figment pulls out a small ticket, handing it over to the waiter.
"Excellent." The waiter smiled, before handing out a menu leaflet. "You may order a maximum of fifteen items, two servings each."
The human bowed in gratitude as the waiter leaves them be, as he skims by the menu. Komodo looked at Figment with a brief confusion, before shooting a sly look over. "I believe you have already had your fill, had you not?"
Figment chortled, before stating that he still had some fun ideas he wanted to do just before Komodo is able to grow fat with pleasure.
"Hmmhmhm, of course. You would never waste such an opportunity for your little perverted fantasy, is that so?" Komodo teased, earning a rosy blush from Figment.
The human started going through the menu, before showing it off to the lizard from a distance.
"You wish for me to describe how delicious they are? Well, if only I could choose them all, they do look most tantalizing…" Komodo reacted to your suggestion, inspecting the menu more closely.
Its eyes scanned over each item in the meats portion, with it accompanied a picture that depicted the foodstuff. "Goddesses, there are just so many exquisite menus to choose from. Tender roast chicken plump to perfection, I could feel the meat under my tongue. Pork too, I could stuff my mouth full of these and gulp it down in one go."
A high pitched whine seethed from Komodo's stomach before lowering into a whale song, loud enough for nearby patrons to stop eating and pass a glance towards thr hungry lizard.
"Woah, sounds like a truly wicked beast inside your guts! Quite famished, aren't you?" A tiger heckled at Komodo.
"Utterly starved, I am." The lizard spoke in a more timid manner, for it was not the human who taunted its hunger. "For a day I have not eaten, and for a day my childish stomach voiced its displeasure."
"Oh, poor thing." laughed the tiger, "Did you intentionally fast just so you can decimate this feast upcoming?"
"Well, one could say that." Komodo gave a sharp glare at Figment, quietly blaming them entirely by how it looked so smugly at the human. "But any more needs not your concern."
"Ha, well fine." signed off the tiger, before continuing their dinner.
Komodo shifted itself after the conversation, staving off the light discomfort of being heckled. It is rare for the lizard to be in a position of humility; a noble guard as Komodo is usually above these commoners, that to be commented upon by its feral hunger had somedown reduced Komodo. Figment could see a faint green blush rise up on the sides of the lizard's jawline.
After a while of waiting, and Komodo continuing to salivate at the pictures of food at the menu, the kobold returned with a request. "May I know what you will order?"
Thus Komodo listed off everything it wished to bloat up its hollowed belly with, sparks of excitement laced in its caramel voice. The waiter jots down every item, though from the way her eyes widened in just how large in volume its orders are, the kobold couldn't help but be surprised.
"My my, you easily dwarf out the others in how well you will be eating tonight. I hope you will not mind waiting a little bit longer, your order is as monstrous as your appetite." The waiter commented, a sheepish laugh from her voice.
"Ah, I do not know simply how much I could wait longer…" Komodo slapped its pudgy stomach, which jiggled in response. "I am simply too ravenous, and my gut is getting more needy with each passing second…"
'Grrglgl-l-l-l-llrrrrrbrbrbrbrrrmmmmbllleeeee…'
Its stomach chimed in, making the kobold blush slightly at the sound of a hungry customer. "My indeed! You've quite the unruly hunger. Well, we shall try not to keep you waiting too long."
Komodo couldn't help but feel a smidge of pride, before replying in a more sensual tone towards the waiter. "Well, I would certainly hope so."
Thus the waiter disappeared along with the promise of returning with heaping baskets of food. Meanwhile, Komodo briefly ruminated on its past interaction. These kinds of comments are more bearable than heckles, Komodo thought. It's… certainly strange, how feelings can change like that.
Nearly half an hour passed, with Komodo spending the time either letting Figment listen to its caterwauling belly clawing at his ear, or silently cursing off the wait. But just as its patience was going a hair too thin, the waiter can be seen pushing a cart with a dozen plates of tantalizing meat.
Drool started to pool immensely quickly from Komodo's maw. A sharp hungry look formed in its eyes, the way it looked at the food with almost a lustful desire. Figment only smirked; he knew he would be in for an exquisite treat, watching the lizard utterly stuff itself silly.
"Here you have it! Enjoy your dining." The kobold quickly placed all the plates onto the table, before vanishing to tend to other customers.
Komodo wasted no time in grabbing a fistful of meat with its bare claws, but Figment stopped the lizard. It took nearly all of Komodo's restrain to outright ignore the human's request, but it looked at him anyway, asking in almost a feral intonation. "Just what would you like to do, now?"
Figment made a sheepish smile before grabbing a serving of meat with their smaller palm, hovering it close to the lizard's gaping mouth. Komodo understood the human's implications, and sighed.
"How kind a gesture, to feed me with your own hand. Just be careful, I might get to excited and…" Not finishing the sentence, Komodo instead quickly chomped just an inch away from Figment's hand with strength, making Figment yelp and pull his hand away in shock. Komodo laughed, delighted by the flicker of fear in the human's eyes. "Well then, get to it."
Figment wasted no time in feeding handful after handful of meat, throwing them into Komodo's maw like shoveling in coal to a furnace, and the lizard swallowing the bountiful of meat after enough was piled in to its tongue. The bulge that traveled down the lizard as the meat lands into its grave is pathetically non-apparent; they won't leave any evidence of its existence except the hungry burbles of Komodo's stomach which is ever eager to violently churn the food into nothing.
Speaking of, despite being fed after a long while of fasting, Komodo's stomach unveiled its greed by letting out a discontented roar. The human only fed Komodo in small portions, which proved to be not quite enough to be filling for the lizard; instead only provoking the digestion to churn so little.
"Mmm, you're awfully slow…" Komodo commented, but it continued to munch slowly on however many Figment could feed it with his speed. Meanwhile, Figment is more than happy to feed his scaly partner, getting more close to its head and practically glued to it, whilst throwing more food towards its gullet. The hot breaths from the lizard occasionally nearly knocked the human's balance off, but he remained steady, and from the way he's smiling, he couldn't be happier.
A reference for writers. If this enables one more sentence of chubby fic, my job is done.
Suggestions very welcome.
Updated here on a dedicated page with way more words (and organization)
CHUBBY
ample apple/pear beefy big big boned big frame bigger blimpy blubbery bulky carrying extra pounds chubby chunky corpulent cuddly dimpled doughy fattie filled out flabby fleshy floppy fluffy heavily built heavy heavyset hippo husky large meaty obese on the bigger side out of shape overweight paunchy plump porker porky portly pudgy puffy roly-poly rubenesque stocky stout thick tubby tubs unfit voluptuous well-nourished
BIG
abundant bloated blob of chunky chubby doughnut flesh full heft lush mass massive mountainous padded plump plush rotund round, rounded, rounded out softened swollen, swelled up thick wide
BELLIES
abdomen beach ball beer belly blubber girth gut middle midsection padding paunch pillow pot belly spare tire stomach tum tummy waist waistline
BELLY PARTS
biggest/fattest/fullest/roundest part love handles mound muffin top overhang rolls, fat rolls, side rolls shelf stretch marks swells of fat underbelly
WHAT BELLIES DO
balloon out bounce bow out bulge out bump droop fill out folds hang jiggle overflow poke out pooch out protrude push quiver settle shake shelf sink soften stick out suck in swell out tremble wiggle wobble
TOUCHES
brush drift over explore ghosting fingertips over glide over grab hands sink in knead massage pat pinch poke push into rest hand on rub rub circles /draw circles squeeze squish
