Hello. This is an introductory post, which everyone cares about immensely and doesnt just treat as a small barrier between them and goon content. Applaud [laugh track]
My name is Proto and I go by he/him. I make kink content, specifically belly stuffing, featuring mainly two OCs: Andre (my stupid idiot stress ball) and Annex (my beautiful husband's character). Rarely do I think of anyone else lmao
My asks are open and requests are always encouraged! Send me any and all scenarios you wish to see unfold as either a drawing or story and I'll fufill it. The only limits are that I only make content with my OCs/don't do character requests and won't deal within my dislikes. No hate, just not my style
Likes: stuffing... [jazz hands]
Dislikes: vore, wg, anything rapid related, emeto, eructo, anything restroom related, possibly whatever you're thinking is missing from this list
“Wow Proto you’re kinda boring” WRONG! I simply live the simple lifestyle. Some of y'all could benefit fr (joking). You can reblog my stuff just fine even if your profile features my dislikes, your treehouse your rules. All I ask is that you refrain from tagging my content as something it’s not, but even then, I don’t really care lol
Want a drawing of your own character or a pre-existing character in a situation, even one mentioned as my dislikes? I don’t adhere to rules for commissions. Check out my Ko-Fi! https://ko-fi.com/tsampongu
You should consider drawing a pretty little pathetic man with an icky tummy 🤭
I love drawing losers with pretty little pathetic tummies. And the joys of a bigger man with bellies. How his belly looks smaller but it's so much fuller because he's so much bigger. How their bodies aren't accustomed to the distension, throwing off their equilibrium.
I love my pretty little girlies, with their bellies and their quivering hips- pelvis aching from the, sudden, added weight. Lord... oh may the sun god have mercy on me.
Could you please draw Riven comfortably full and getting belly rubs? I’d like to see him happy, if that’s okay
.... of course,, for my day ones 🤭‼️ jk. I actually draw him getting love often 😋‼️ it's just not often related to kink stuff.. but I will make an effort to make that little guy receive more love on jah 🤭‼️
omg ty for sharing more about original au!! i was so curious about it ever since full measures and that one art of andre and annex as robots venomshark made
u r awesome proto🗣🔥
You’re so welcome!! Honestly, I’m grateful to you for being interested and asking the question. It makes me jump for joy when I get to yap about these characters, even if it’s just synopses. You’re awesome too!! Maybe I’ll draw them as robots sometime, seems people are into that lololol
Unrelated to this ask, but I also just wanted to share a sneak peak of what I’m working on at the moment! It’s a comic that’ll be answering an ask with a scenario Ive been highkey gooning to since it arrived in my box. Absolutely based and tummy-pilled
I learned how to shade with a new brush it’s been really fun, excited to finish and share it YAYYY
Its so inspiring what two bros can get up to.... sniffles.... their bromance truly knows no bounds.... adorable how friends are........ [checks watch and realizes its pride month] oh wait this is gay porn
I wonder, what's actually true? You wrote in full measures that annex and Andre met in work or smt like that because they were traveling through the world
And now it's more like the met on craigslist roommate tale
Which is it proto? Which is it
When I originally posted Full Measures, I explained this difference, actually!! Though when I deleted that post and later put it back out there, I neglected to mention any context again. Lol my bad
Basically, Full Measures exists in a different world/au: the original world/au that the characters Andre, Annex, Akami, and etc all actually derive from. It takes place in a fantasy/sci-fi world where the characters are a group of freedom fighters traveling via the Merryway (the train) from place to place in an effort to gain robot civil rights. Also, they’re all actually robots. I never intended to reveal the true form of the story and characters, but I wrote Full Measures on a rainy day and just felt like throwing it out there. Hashtag mask off
When I started making art for this account, I preferred NSFW with humans but still wanted to use characters like Andre and Annex, so I just made a human/modern au version of them. I intend to one day write the original story and post it online, and back then, I was scared of people recognizing my evil horny alter ego, so making the human/modern au was also partly intended to keep things hidden. But nowadays I just let my freak flag fly and don’t care who knows, which is the larger part of why Full Measures ever even saw the light of day. But I like my human/modern au and think it’s fun, so it sticks around
I suppose nobody else can fully grasp the humor in it, since the human/modern au is all of y’all’s original introduction to the characters, but to me, I find it hilarious. In his original form, Andre is a short but powerful metal dude who wields a claymore bigger than his own body and routinely fights cooperate soldiers in an ongoing war that he struggles to handle the responsibility of being the face of, given his lack of social grace. In the human/modern au, he’s a shut-in accountant who isolates due to perceiving himself as unlovable and grinds Chess.com like it’s a life or death situation. In his original form, Annex is a deity from the in-universe equivalent of Heaven who gets thrown down into a “lesser metallic form” after basically being an Earth-nerd who views mortals as silly ants and learns to care about his contributions after realizing that after all this time, he finally has a hand in whether the good guys win or not. In the human/modern au, he’s an immigrant man-failure who moved in with a dude he met on Craigslist and struggles to balance college work with his crippling PC gaming addiction. It’s objectively funny
I put some art of their original selves down below for funsies. Thanks for the interest and question! I always have fun yapping about these guys xoxo gossip girl
need pt 2 of "work-driven" so bad i'm literally breaking my "don't interact with anybody on this account" rule to plead for it. i have never needed anything quite like i need a continuation of that please i nneed to. i Need to..... no i shant say it... i'm shaking please please
Hello anon, I ran into a writing block soon after posting the first part, but ever since I got your ask, I've been ON THAT GRIND!! I don't know if it'll compare to the first half, but what matters is the friends we made along the way. Or.... boyfriends, I guess
Anyway, here's 3,600-ish words of two men getting freaky in a car over a tummy ache. Happy pride month
"Work Driven" [Part 2]
The car door closed with a soft thunk, sealing them into the comfortable space of Annex's sedan. The interior still held the faint chill of the bygone nighttime, though morning was beginning to settle over the town, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
Annex settled into the driver's seat, adjusting the mirrors with deliberate slowness. It was an entirely useless task, done only to drag out time, because obviously his own car would've already had everything set to his preferences. But if Andre noticed, he didn't seem to care. Annex was acutely aware of the passenger beside him, the way his roommate sat carefully in the leather seat, his posture rigid. One hand was already pressed to his lower abdomen through his dress shirt, fingers idly massaging in small, barely-there movements. He set the coat he'd claimed could hide his… situation down by his feet.
"Comfortable?" Annex asked, his tone light and innocent as he started the engine.
Andre shot him a look. "You know I'm not."
Annex couldn't help but smile, even being told what normally wouldn't warrant such a reaction. "I tried to get you to stay home."
"And I told you it would be unprofessional," Andre said, his voice already sounding strained. He went to adjust the seatbelt, pulling it away from where it wanted to rest across his stomach, repositioning it so that it sat higher on his chest and lower on his hips, avoiding the rounded swell of his belly entirely.
Annex watched this careful maneuvering with fascination. Even such a small, casual thing – the act of fastening a seatbelt — required conscious thought and effort because of how full Andre still was. And again, not that Annex was trying to be a pervert or anything, but admitting Andre's state was hot was just like saying the sky was blue. A factual given.
"Right," Annex put the car in reverse, pulling out of their driveway. "Professional. That's definitely the word I'd use to describe you right now."
"Don't start," Andre warned, but there was no real aggression behind the words.
As Annex merged onto the main road, he let his eyes drift over to Andre when they could. He was a study in controlled discomfort. His shirt was still buttoned all the way up (save for the little openings where it strained), tucked neatly into his pants, but Annex could see the way the fabric pulled tight, constricting, confining. The white material struggled to cover the whole rounded swell of his stomach, and Annex wondered if they should maybe at some point invest in some bigger button-downs. But that conversation sounded like an argument, so he filed it away for later, continuing to leer at his friend's body in a completely not weird way.
Andre's belt was fastened, and Annex recalled his struggle with it back in the bedroom. It remained sitting right below the fullest part of his tummy, cinching him, making the near-perfectly round shape dip slightly before curving out again beneath the leather. It looked tight, compressing, and Annex wondered how uncomfortable it must've been when his eyes were on the road.
They drove in silence for a few minutes with the only sound between them being the hum of the engine and the low music playing from the radio. And perhaps, if Annex weren't imagining it, the shallow breaths Andre took in place of normal ones. But then Annex heard it – not that he'd been frantically listening for it – a deep, low rumble that filled the car's interior.
Internal fireworks shot off in his head, and Annex quickly glanced over and saw the way Andre's face was now flushing, his ears turning pink. His brow was furrowed, and the hand he'd been pressing against himself pushed in harder, the pads of his fingertips working against his stomach. Through the thin fabric, Annex could see the smallest, most subtle movement, the visible evidence of Andre's stomach working, churning, processing everything that had been packed into it the night before. Tiny contractions accompanied by small, quivering tension running through the muscles.
"Still active?" Annex observed casually.
Andre didn't respond immediately, sighing softly, his head tilting and falling back against the seat, exposing the column of his throat. His eyes were half-lidded and distant, staring up at the roof of the car interior. When he spoke, he sounded only half-aware of what Annex had asked, distracted. “Yeah…”
Another groan followed, this one louder than the last, and Andre's own escaped past grit teeth. It was a deep, angered sound that Annex could hear clearly over the music. He reached over and turned the volume dial down, wanting to hear every sound his roommate's body produced. Andre seemed to notice the sudden quiet, his eyes widening behind his lenses.
"Annex—" he started, but Annex cut him off.
"I wanna hear it," he said simply. "Is it cool if I hear it?”
Andre's flush deepened, spreading down his neck. "It's embarrassing."
"It's hot," Annex corrected. "It's incredibly hot. You're so full, and your stomach is working so hard to process everything I fed you that I can hear it. How is that not the hottest thing ever?"
Andre didn't respond, but Annex saw the way the shallow rise and fall of his chest had quickened, the way his hand remained pressed to his belly as his eyes squeezed shut.
They were stopped at a red light, and Annex took the opportunity to really look over at the passenger seat. His roommate's profile was sharp — the line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the way his long blond hair was tied back neatly. But it was where the features curved that drew Annex's attention, out of place against the rest of his framework.
"You wanna know what I keep thinking about?" Annex suddenly asked, his voice beginning to take on the edge it had possessed back in the bedroom.
Andre slowly turned to look at him, those blue eyes still hazy and now wary. "I don't know if I do."
"I keep thinking about how you're gonna have to walk into the office looking like this," Annex told him anyway. "How you're gonna have to stand there and make small talk with your coworkers while your belly is so full and tight and loud."
The light turned green, and Annex started driving again, but he kept talking.
"You're gonna have to act normal," he continued. "You're gonna have to pretend everything's fine while your stomach is this upset, while you can feel how full you are with every breath you take."
Andre made a small sound, his gaze drifting back up to the ceiling. Not quite a moan, but close. Something like a hum that almost turned sensual but lost the strength to do so.
"And the whole time," Annex went on, "you'll know that I know. You'll remember this morning, remember last night, remember how it felt when I fed you until you couldn't take anymore. You're gonna remember how desperate you were, how you begged me to touch you."
"Uh-huh, " Andre breathed, his voice already rough.
"And that's really hot to me," Annex finished, his heartbeat thundering in a way that made him have to even out his own breathing. "The idea that you're gonna be surrounded by people who have no idea what you did to yourself, no idea how stuffed you are and how it's affecting you. That you'll barely be able to focus at your desk, and that the minute you manage to do so, your stomach will remind you."
Andre's tummy cried out again, an abrupt and higher-pitched moan that spoke of its overfilled state. Annex heard Andre's sharp intake of breath and saw the way his hand pressed even harder against his stomach, his whole body shuddering.
"Does it hurt?" Annex asked, genuine care mixing alongside his arousal-driven interest.
"No… not hurt, exactly…” Andre's answer drifted, his head tilting down to look at himself, strands of hair falling to frame his face. If it was even possible, the flush in his features turned deeper, and his palm slid upward, traveling to rest just below his ribs, the place where everything began to stretch with all he'd been stuffed with. His voice cracked, stammering out, “It's just—I can feel—”
His body cut him off as his belly made another sound, this one stronger, more insistent. It was almost a whine, a verbal protest from his overworked system.
"Feel what?" Annex prompted.
"Um… everything. The–the sounds," Andre went on. "I can feel them building before I hear them. It… it's like... pressure, then movement, then the sound."
Annex hummed, shifting in his seat. "That must feel distracting.”
"It is," the admission came weak, in the same tone as a frustrated sigh. Annex let his mind wander, watching the road ahead. They were on a longer stretch now, relatively straight with light traffic. So, Annex made a decision. He reached over slowly, his right hand leaving the steering wheel to rest on the other man's thigh.
Andre tensed immediately. "What are you doing?"
"Just touching you," Annex answered, his eyes never leaving the road, trying to sound innocent. "Is that okay?"
He felt the muscle of Andre's thigh tense and jump under his palm and the warmth of his body pouring steadily through the fabric of his pants. He met no resistance. Didn't hear any arguments, either. The material was smooth under his fingers, and he gave a gentle squeeze.
Andre responded weakly, simply mumbling Annex's name, and it came out more like a plea than a protest. So Annex squeezed again, putting a little more strength into the grip, releasing slowly as the other man shifted just barely beneath it.
"I've been thinking about this all morning," Annex then said, his hand starting to move in slow circles on Andre's thigh, moving closer inward with each pass. "About touching you. About how you'd react. About how desperate you'd get."
His hand slid higher, his fingers smoothly tracing the distinct line where Andre's thigh met his hip. He could see from the corner of his eye how his roommate's chest was beginning to rise and fall more rapidly. Annex smiled, his own personal heat blooming in bursts throughout his body.
"You're already desperate, aren't you?" He asked, his voice rough and lowering with the familiar teasing tone.
"I… maybe. Yes," Andre admitted, barely above a whisper.
Annex let his hand move higher, until his fingers were brushing against the curve of Andre's hip, dangerously close to where his belly began to swell. Andre shifted his hips, making an attempt to force the hand further upward, to where he wanted it. But Annex remained stubbornly put, feeling the slight give of Andre's body where it sat.
"Tell me what you're thinking about," he commanded softly.
Andre faltered. The flush in his face couldn't possibly get any worse, but if it could, Annex was sure it would've just then. He hesitated for a long moment, mouth opening and closing, struggling to work past the apparent embarrassment of being so verbally honest. Of throwing such things into the air between them. When he finally found the words, he stammered over them, voice wavering nervously.
"I'm… thinking about, um… about this morning. When you were touching my stomach.” He paused and Annex squeezed again, urging him to continue, which he obediently obliged to. He had his head back up against the seat again, turned slightly to look out the window, avoiding Annex's gaze with increasing determination. “How—how you pressed into the tight spots. How it felt good.”
Annex hummed, squeezing tighter. "Yeah? You liked that?"
"God, yes," Andre breathed. “I did—I really did. I… I'm just—I have to go to work, but—”
He cut himself off as Annex's hand finally made contact with his stomach. It slid off his hip and pressed flat against Andre's lower belly in one smooth motion, resting firmly at the swollen half beneath his belt. The reaction was immediate and intense. Andre exhaled sharply, his whole body shivering. The hand he didn't already have over himself came up to cover Annex's, though not to push him away. It pressed him in closer, harder, deeper.
"Fuck," Andre moaned.
Beneath Annex's hand, Andre's belly was still as resisting and taut as it had been back home, the surface drum-tight and pushing out against both the fabric and now their shared counter-pressure. He could feel it: the constant vibration of activity, the way Andre's stomach was working, churning, processing. It was like holding his hand against a living thing, something active and insistent. Something greatly upset about the lack of room.
"You're so tight," Annex murmured, pressing in a little more firmly. "I can feel how full you still are."
Andre's belly rumbled under his palm as if in reply, strong and protesting, and Annex felt it as much as he heard it. The vibration had started small and quickly erupted beneath where he was pressing, traveling through his hand and up his arm before settling warm and heavy as fuel to his excitement.
"Does that feel good?" Annex asked, his fingers starting to move in slow circles.
"Yes," Andre gasped, arching into the attention, seeking firmer contact. "Please—please, don't stop."
Annex had no intention of stopping. He kept his eyes on the road — they were still driving, after all — but his attention was focused on the feeling of the other man's tight stomach and the way it reacted to even the smallest, most inconsequential movements. It vibrated low and constant like the engine of the car. Annex could tell when it was about to make itself known, the writhing beneath his palm growing more urgent, everything shifting until the muscles around the packed insides clenched, uselessly compressing everything within itself and quivering with the effort of the rumble. Annex would push in when Andre's belly swelled with the pressure of cramping, only relieving his touch at the climax, when it fell to previous size at the release of another groan. The feeling was intoxicating.
He moved upward and tested the resistance in a higher spot, just above the leather of his belt. Andre's belly was obviously straining there, internal pressure alongside the constraint forcing it to swell further. When he pressed a little harder, he felt Andre's stomach respond with an angry, loud groan, and Andre himself made a desperate sound.
"Right there," he gasped. "Please—right there—it's so tight there.”
Annex focused his attention on that spot, always happy to fulfill his friend's requests when it came with a please. His fingers kneaded and massaged, taking care in making sure he stayed in the right place as Andre was unable to keep still. His hips shifted subtly, in a way Annex knew meant he was trying to refrain from doing so, but couldn't. He arched into the touches, giving full access to anything Annex wanted to do, seeking stronger pressure. Annex could feel the way he was packed way past full, the density of everything sitting heavy inside him.
"God, has your belly managed to digest literally anything from last night?” Annex asked, his touch never letting up. "I swear you still feel just as tight. And bigger. Do you feel like you've gotten bigger?”
Andre moaned – a full, unrestrained moan – his attention turning down to watch Annex's hand continue to explore the results of his overindulgence. At another red light, Annex glanced over and studied his face. It was as red as ever, blond strands that had come loose from its tie both hanging down and sticking to his skin in places, sweat beading with the heat his body was producing. He breathed in small, shallow pants, lips slightly parted and his eyes hazy. Annex looked further down and took notice of the new and obvious bulge in Andre's dress pants, the evidence of his arousal strained and unable to be kept hidden.
"You're hard," Annex observed, the words coming out before he could really think about them. "Just from some attention to your tummy?”
"It's… it's not just that," Andre replied in a strained manner. "It's what you're saying—how you're talking about it. Just saying out loud how I'm so—”
His sentence got cut short, faltering into a broken whine with the force of Annex pushing harder, his palm flat against the curve, fingers spread to take up as much room as possible. It was like trying to push on an exercise ball, his attempts to push deeper only getting resistance back, his belly snarling at the disturbance.
"When you're so what?" Annex prompted.
"So full.”
Annex groaned at the words, his own hard-on throbbing almost painfully in his jeans. He wanted nothing more than to pull over right now, to climb into the passenger seat and touch Andre properly, to make him fall apart. But as much as Annex wanted to indulge, he also wanted to draw this out. So instead of pulling over, he moved his hand in tight circles, continuing to work Andre up.
"I can feel it, y'know," he murmured. "I can feel how hard your tummy is working. How much it's churning and writhing. It's so active, like everything inside of you is fighting for room.”
As if in agreement, Andre's belly let out another prolonged cry, upset and contracting. Annex moved his hand in a slower circle, caressing the rounded swell through his shirt. He could feel every vibration and flutter of movement. It was amazing, addictive. He never wanted to stop touching Andre like this.
But they were getting close to the office now. Annex could see the building up ahead, other cars in the parking lot, other people heading toward the entrance. He should pull his hand away. He should let Andre compose himself before they arrived, even though he really didn't want to. But as soon as his pressure let up, Andre made a sound of protest, a desperate one that made Annex throb.
"Wait," Andre gasped. "Don't stop. You can't stop now—”
"I have to," Annex interrupted, though it took every ounce of willpower he had. "We're almost there."
He pulled his hand away completely, returning it to the steering wheel, and Andre groaned, frustrated. His hand immediately moved to his own midsection, pressing there as if trying to recreate the sensation of being touched. Annex watched from the corner of his eye as Andre's hand moved over his stomach, kneading and caressing the underside almost protectively. His face was still flushed, his breathing still quick and shallow, his lips still parted.
"That's it," Annex murmured, truly unable to help himself. "You're so full, aren't you?"
Andre's hand moved in slow circles over his belly, and Annex could see the way his fingers pressed in, testing the resistance, and how Andre's face would scrunch up slightly when he found a particularly tight or sensitive spot.
"Where does it feel the fullest?" Annex asked.
"Here," Andre said, his hand moving to his lower belly, right where his belt sat. "Right here. I can feel everything sitting so heavy, and the belt is—it's too tight."
Annex glanced over and saw the way Andre's fingers were tracing the line of his belt, the way they pressed against the leather as if testing how much give there was.
"Does it hurt?" Annex asked.
"No," Andre said. "But it's… uncomfortable.”
As if on cue, Andre's stomach let out another deep rumble, and Annex saw Andre's face tighten, his fingers pressing firmer against his belt. They were pulling into the office parking lot now, and Annex found a spot near the back, away from the main entrance. He put the car in park but didn't turn off the engine yet. Instead, he turned to look at Andre fully.
He caught the man just in time, as Andre's fingers had found the edge of his belt buckle, and they fumbled there, as if trying to undo it. Annex quickly reached out and pulled his hands away.
The noise Andre made in protest could only be described as a whimper. Something utterly pathetic and defeated. His eyes darted over to the other man looking like he'd been betrayed, seemingly only seconds away from starting to beg.
"I know how it feels," Annex said, his voice soft but firm. "I know it's uncomfortable. But we're here and you can't start getting undressed in the parking lot.”
Andre groaned in frustration. "You're doing this on purpose.”
"Maybe," Annex admitted, a smile tugging at his lips. "But you love it."
"I hate you," Andre snapped back, but there was no heat in it. “I hate how you can just—just say things and throw off my entire day."
"I don't think you hate it," Annex replied. "I think you're way into it. And that you think I'm irresistible and the best at teasing you.”
Andre didn't respond, but Annex could tell he had tried not to at least crack a smile then, turning to look out the window. They sat in silence for a moment, both of them breathing hard, the air in the car thick with tension and entirely platonic bromance. Andre's belly rumbled again, a long, low sound that seemed to fill the space between them.
"You should go in," Annex said finally, though he made no move to turn off the engine.
"I know," Andre replied, but he didn't move either.
Another beat of silence passed. Annex decided to give Andre just a few more moments of inner turmoil before supplying what he knew the other man wanted more than anything: “I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to change your mind about calling out.”
Andre turned back with an expression of monumental hope. “You wouldn't?"
“Nah.”
“We should go home.”
Annex moved to put the car in reverse, silently praising himself for another “I told you so” in the back pocket. His hand went back to Andre's thigh as soon as he was back on the road, though his thoughts became preoccupied with ideas for what to do when they got home.
Thank you for the food, FUCK that was so hot. Annex whining and whimpering, so full he can't stand clothes on his belly RSDKFJOAFJISHDOS losing my marbles
How about him tied up with no way to massage his achey belly next? I LOVE your linework btw
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Tied up?????? What is he, a whore???????? ….yeah (also thank you!!!)
I didn’t try on the coloring this time. Everybody applaud me regardless of effort
I’ve spent too long on this. All thinking power depleted. No funny caption just pretend I said something witty and hilarious
“Proto who are these people” again, all brain power gone. Just know that the white guy is an evil politician and the Mexican emo is uh…. gay. And was also made by @venomshark . Who’s gay
GUYS REAL SCREENSHOT FROM INDIE SHOW #428!!!!! NOT CLICKBAIT!!!! GONE WRONG 3AM CHALLENGE!!!!
Guys I can’t believe they just let this happen episode 1. Not even a buildup???? Crazy. Anyways this is probably literally the only time I’ll draw a pre-existing canon character so don’t expect this from me ever again. Keep those standards low fr
Some regular non stuffing under the cut lol
I’m not tagging this also DON’T TAG IT IN YOURSELF AND SCARE SOME RANDOM DUDE OR POOR KID!!! I DON’T NEED THAT ON MY CONSCIOUS!!!
