I had a request - I hope those are still open - but it's so complicated that tumblr doesn't have enough characters in it's askbox, so I'll have to ask you to go to pastebin(.)com/Wd1VRR2H - I'm sorry if this is a bit intrusive or not your type.
I don’t know if it’s your type of thing, but how about something with command words? Character A and Character B are in a relationship that they both don’t really want to become public, for whatever reason, but mostly because of an imbalance of power in the relationship - A is B’s senior (I was thinking teacher/student but that might not be up your alley) but B is very dominant in the relationship, and very much likes to watch A stuff themselves. During a holiday together, B trains a hunger command word into A (A was happy to do it for B at first, essentially as a birthday present, but as B became more and more intense with it A began to regret their decision. At that point, though, it was far too late.) whenever they say the word (or perhaps even just clicks their fingers) A is overcome by hunger and has to find somewhere to stuff their face. B tracks them down and happily teases them, and this develops into whatever.
So because I’m a sweet little daffodil who likes it when fictional relationships are happy and healthy, I took out the darker aspects of the prompt: A’s dubious consent (remember, kids—it’s never too late to say no to your partner!) and the implication that B is stalking A to use the command word. It’s now a fully negotiated and consensual situation. I also left it ambiguous as to whether or not there’s a status imbalance between A and B, so you can interpret that however you like.
tl;dr: prompt is now basically – B consensually trained A to feel hungry when they snap their fingers and they play around with this while on vacation.
Much lighter than what you asked for, anon, but I hope you like it anyway!
It started with a conversation about Pavlov and his dogs.
“So whenever he rang the bell, they expected food and started to salivate,” A explained eagerly. “The neutral stimulus gets linked to the biological one, which explains why—”
“Do you ever stop teaching? We’re supposed to be on spring break!” B gave A a gentle swat. “No fun facts about biology!”
“Is that an order?” A raised an eyebrow playfully and grinned at the way B made a face.
“Anyway, this Pavlov guy doesn’t impress me,” said B. “Anyone can train a dog. I bet I could do the same thing to you, if I tried.”
They didn’t miss the way A’s ears practically perked up.
The two of them talked about it, and then talked about it again, and then B did a little bit of reading. Two Saturdays later, they invited A over with the promise of a big home-cooked brunch.
“I skipped dinner last night, just like you asked,” said A as they took off their coat. “I’m famished.”
No big breakfast waited on the kitchen table. B made A sip on a glass of plain water and watch as they ate their customary morning banana and yogurt. Then the two of them moved to the sofa and B put on a movie, although it was hard to follow the dialogue over the growling of A’s stomach.
“I don’t get what you’re playing at,” groaned A miserably. “I thought you liked me stuffed, not starved….”
“Trust me,” said B. “You’re gonna like this.”
It was nearly four o’clock when B finally vanished into the kitchen and came out carrying a big tray loaded with all of A’s favorite foods. A’s eyes locked onto the tray as B set it on the coffee table. They licked their lips.
B snapped their fingers and said, “Eat.”
In August, A and B took a little holiday to a nearby city. Their destination was renowned for its botanical gardens, which A was looking forward to, as well as its food scene, which B noted with a sort of subdued predatory pleasure.
On the first night, they had dinner at an Italian restaurant. B snapped their fingers as the waitress approached their table. By the end of the night, A had polished off two appetizers, an enormous plate of pasta, and three scoops of gelato for dessert.
“Ohhh, my stomach hurts,” A complained, leaning heavily on B as they walked back. “I ate way too much.”
When they reached the hotel, B snapped their fingers again. A bought a bag of chips and a pint of ice cream at the convenience store in the lobby and ate them in the room, stomach gurgling unhappily and bulging over the waistband of their pajama pants. They fell asleep that night grinning between hiccups as B rubbed their swollen belly and whispered praise in their ear.
The next morning, they got up early to take advantage of the hotel’s free continental breakfast.
“Nice selection they’ve got here,” said B appreciatively.
“Too bad I’m not that hungry.” A rubbed their stomach. “Not after last night.”
B snapped their fingers. In the end, A ate two plates of eggs and bacon, a stack of pancakes, and a big bowl of fruit and strawberry yogurt.
B did it again not even an hour later, as they were strolling through the botanical gardens. A paused their steady stream of facts about angiosperms and endangered pollinators to buy a sandwich from the visitor’s center and wolf it down, even though they winced and belched between bites.
“Well, I certainly enjoyed all those plants,” said B once they’d made a lap of the gardens. “Ready for lunch?”
“Ugh. No.” A put a hand against their belly. “I’m so full.“
“Are you?” B asked, and snapped their fingers.
A licked their lips. “Well… I guess I could eat a little bit.”
“Good! There’s a Vietnamese place nearby, I’ve heard they serve incredible pho. Big portions, though. Prepare yourself.”
A stifled a burp behind their hand and sighed.
After lunch, they spent some time sitting in the park by the river, reading and enjoying the sun. A thought maybe their poor sloshing stomach would have some time to settle, but B had other plans. By the time they were ready to leave, A was surrounded by a little collection of ice cream wrappers from the nearby vendor.
“Hmmm, so many options for dinner….” B mused as they strolled back into town.
“Can we do it in the room, please? Oof.” A braced a hand against the side of their belly. “Soon, I’m not gonna be fit to be seen. By anyone who isn’t you, of course.”
B smiled. “Fine. On one condition. I’m going to buy you a soda. You’re going to sit in the lobby while I prepare things. I want the soda gone by the time I call you. Understand?”
So A sat in the lobby, finishing up their book and sipping Pepsi between discreet burps. The carbonation actually helped settle their stomach a little. Still, they felt enormously full by the time B called them upstairs.
Sitting on a room service cart were two cheeseburgers and a bowl of onion rings. There was also another bottle of Pepsi and a pizza box from the place next door.
“Oof,” said A, palming their grumbling stomach. “I can’t eat all that!”
“Well, one of the burgers is for me, obviously.”
“Still! Just how much room do you think I have?”
“We’re gonna find out,” said B, and snapped their fingers. Once again, A felt the paradoxical cramp of a hunger pang deep in their overstuffed belly.
They managed to finish the burger, half of the onion rings, and a few slices of pizza before they began to flag. “Ughhh… ow, I can’t eat anymore….”
“I think you can,” said B, snapping.
A didn’t move, but their stomach gurgled loudly.
“Is that hunger or fullness?” asked B with obvious delight.
“God, I don’t even know….”
“Let’s look at the available evidence.” B placed a hand against the swollen bulge of their stomach. “Your belly’s big and round. Hard to the touch. Probably aching pretty bad by now, huh?”
“Yeah.” A rubbed it absently. Swallowed once. Then said, “Could you pass me another slice? It hurts too much to reach….”
B watched intently as A, bloated and burping, forced down even more pizza.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” they asked, amazed.
“Nope.” A leaned back in their chair, panting and hiccuping quietly. “Ugh. God. I feel a little sick.”
“Are you serious?” A cradled their churning belly. “I’m gonna explode if I eat any more.”
“Then don’t eat. I won’t make you.”
A licked their lips and swallowed heavily. Their eyes flickered to the pizza box.
“You should probably stop anyway,” B went on. “Look at your tummy. It’s huge. So full already.”
A’s belly rumbled and groaned. They winced and gave it a pat, trying futilely to calm it down.
“You’ve been stuffing yourself since last night. Surely you’ve had enough.” B followed the line of A’s stare with a smile “ But… if you really want, I can get you another piece.”
A cleared their throat, stifled a burp, and said, “Yes please.”
B returned from the shower to find A curled up pathetically on the bed.
“It’s your own fault. You should’ve stopped eating when you were full.”
“Shut up.” A tugged the covers tighter around their shoulders.
“You did so well today.” B sat on the bed and lifted a hand. “I think you deserve a little reward.”
“B, I swear to god if you snap again, I’ll bite off your fingers. And then probably puke ‘em back up.”
“No, no.” B pressed the hand gently against A’s swollen stomach and began to rub. “I think your tummy’s had enough for today.”
A groaned as their stomach let out a tight gurgle. “It seems to agree with you.”
“Has it been good, though?”
“For some definitions of ‘good,’ yeah. Very good. Oof.” A uncurled slightly. “But you certainly owe me a belly rub and a cuddle.”
“Making demands now, are we?” said B.
“Only polite ones,” said A, and then let out a long, contented sigh as B climbed into bed next to them.
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