#fantasy stuffing

[oleandereater2]

Meet cute between a human and a fae/house sprite where the human puts out milk as is traditional. but the sprite is lactose intolerant and because they're small and greedy enough to drink the whole bowl, bloating absolutely balloons them. They awake in the morning groaning and pinned by their belly, only for the human to find them and scoop them up to take care of them (they have to use both hands). Being swung around by a human is too much, and all that milk comes right back up over them, much to the humans shock and delight.

Later, when they're comfortable with each other, the fae will sneak sips of milky tea or bites of cheese while the human isn't looking, and then sit on the counter and moan about how bad they feel, until their lover gives them a mug to spew into and pressing on their bloated belly with one finger. They always bring up so much more than expected.

[gettingpudgypencils]

Me: im happy with my size

Also me: i want to eat so much in twenty-four hour sitting im too stuffed and swollen to stand, have to use a forklift tuck to move me and im still eating

[hush-writes-stuffing]

You're a young mage.  Though talented and creative with your magical studies, you have a tendency to be a little… lazy.  And that laziness has the propensity of getting you into trouble.

Like the one time you tried to enchant a broom into fetching water to fill your bath and ended up flooding your mentor's home instead.  The fallout from that hadn't been fun, but you'd learned your lesson.  At least that's what you'd told your mentor. 

In reality, though?  If you could save yourself from some physical effort with your magic, then by all the hells you'd try to do it.

It was late the night you realized you'd worked through both lunch and dinner, leaving you absolutely starving.  But the kitchen was on the other side of the house and you really, really didn't feel like walking all the way there and all the way back.  Plus everyone was bound to be asleep at this hour, so you'd be reduced to cooking, too.

Why couldn't you just magic the food to your room instead?  Better yet, skip the whole boring eating process and magic it directly into your stomach? 

The possible consequences never even crossed your mind as you began to quickly compile a spell.  A special twist on a transportation spell would probably do the trick, you thought to yourself.  A portal directly from the pantry to your gut.  What could possibly go wrong? 

So you settled on the wording, gathered your power, and focused it through your wand.  You cast the spell with a flick of your wrist, but for a moment, nothing happened.  You frowned down at your wand, wondering what you'd screwed up this time-- but then you felt it.

A tingle of magic and something dropping into your stomach from within.  You had no way of telling what it might be besides food, but you didn't really care in the midst of your sudden excitement.  It worked!  The spell worked!  Grabbing some paper and a quill, you began scribbling down the details of your spellwork for further study, barely even noticing when you felt the same sensation again. 

You barely noticed it the third time it happened, too. 

By the fourth time, though, you were starting to feel a bit full.  The spell wasn't transporting small bites of food, after all, for that would have been incredibly inefficient.  Sure, you hadn't specified the exact parameters of the spell in your haste, but the intention was there and that's what mattered, right?

By the sixth time the magic dropped food into your stomach, you'd abandoned your quill to press a hand against your now-bulging belly.  You winced, feeling your body already straining to hold whatever you'd bespelled into it.  "That's enough," you grumbled under your breath as you shook your wand.  "You can stop now." 

But then it happened again.  And again.  And again.  By the tenth time you could feel panic starting to rise alongside some faint nausea, your now obviously distended middle straining against your mage's robes.  You were belatedly starting to understand why your mentor always stressed putting limits on a spell, for while you'd told the magic what to do, you hadn't restrained the quantity for it to transport, nor the type of food you wanted it to send. 

Something else forced its way into your stomach, leaving you whimpering as a much larger mass warped your belly into an unnatural shape and sent you stumbling to your knees.  From the weight and the long, hard protuberance on one side, you could only guess it to be the whole ham your mentor had been keeping for a special occasion. 

Twenty pounds of meat teleported directly into your stomach all at once.  What was next?  An apple?  A loaf of bread?  A side of beef?

You clutched at your stomach, your eyes growing wide as the tingle hit again.  Guess you'd find out soon enough.

[darkchocolateoreozfox]

Thinking about... werewolves in the days leading up to the full moon. As their body prepares to transform, it needs lots of extra fuel, leaving them starting each day ravenously hungry and finishing it full to bursting every night. Rinse and repeat til their transformation.

[hush-writes-stuffing]

The young princess was known across the land for her beauty-- with her long, golden hair, her warm brown eyes, and her svelte form always dressed in the latest fashion.  Her kindness and gentle nature won her the love of her people, despite her father's cold, calculating reputation, but she was also hopelessly naïve. 

Unfortunately for her, her father's callous ways left him with enemies who were all too eager to see him humiliated in some way.  So when a stranger offered her a drink at a state dinner, she took it.  And when the drink left her tummy feeling a little strange, she didn't think anything of it, because she saw no reason for anyone to mean her harm. 

It wasn't until the royal family sat down with a large group of foreign dignitaries for a lavish dinner that the princess realized how hungry she was.  Not just hungry, but absolutely starving, her stomach making the most obscene noises as she restlessly waited for the meal to begin.  Servants placed tray after tray of exquisite foods before them on the dining room's large tables, piled high with things like bread, meats, cheeses, and roasted vegetables.  Her mouth watering, the princess clutched at the edge of the table until her father indicated that his guests could eat.

The problem wasn't apparent at first, though the princess did finish her first plate in record time and moved uncharacteristically on to a second.  It wasn't until she'd begun her third plate that the nobles around her started to take notice, and by the fourth, the whispers and stares began.  Her near-frantic eating never slowed as she put more and more away, the waist of her expensive gown stretching tightly over her swelling stomach.   The more she ate, the more flushed her cheeks became, as an unfamiliar pleasure began to burn deep in her abdomen. 

By the sixth plate she was practically panting, soft whimpers rising from between her lips after every bite, and her overindulgence had finally reached the ears of her father.  Maidservants arrived to draw her away from the table and out of the public eye, but she pushed them away, already reaching for a half-finished tray of venison and pulling it closer.  No longer caring to fill a plate, she began grabbing the roasted meat in her hands and shoveling it directly into her mouth with unabashed greed.

She completely ignored the shouts of horror and disgust around her as she gorged herself, completely obsessed with filling the aching void within her belly.  She didn't even notice when her seams split to expose her distended gut to all who looked.  She needed to eat, she needed to chase more of the heat that left her ripped panties absolutely soaked--

On the next mouthful, a powerful orgasm shattered the princess's thoughts as she jerked in her seat with a very obvious cry.

And just like that, the spell was broken.  The princess opened her eyes to find dozens of powerful people staring at her half-nude body, her mouth and the swell of her breasts splattered with grease.  Her stomach nearly reached her knees, so tight and full that the reddened skin radiated heat.  And her father watched her with silent distain, his pursed lips and the faint tinge of pink high on his cheekbones the only indications of his complete and utter embarrassment.

Horrified, the princess grabbed for a linen napkin in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of her shame, but it was no use. 

Everyone had seen her. 

Everyone knew how the realm's beloved princess had turned herself into an absolute pig… and gotten off on it in front of a crowd.

She was absolutely ruined.

And as the room erupted into mayhem, a noble at the far end of the table bit back a wicked smirk. 

[gettingpudgy]

Bella’s belly party

Guzzling. It is a good word to describe what Bella’s doing right now.  the buffet table could have been made for a party, laden with the picky things one puts on paper plates. but Bella has her chair pulled up to it.

Enough to feed a a good dozen ‘normal’ appitetes but Bella is going for it solo. And has been for almost an two hours now. and while she maybe slowing down she’s showing no signs of stopping. Shes’ still eating her way through everything in her reach. Reaching, picking something up putting it in her mouth while reaching with the other hand. Sometime both hand full of before she’s finished what’s in her mouth.

 Currently Bella’s Concentrating mostly on her favourites. Pizza slices, chocolate and colas. Not quite the frensy it was at first when she was walking about the table and grabbing what she wanted, as if grazing but under a time limit. She’d been so excited there had been little pacing herself. just Gobbling up as much as she could for that first half hour. Then when, gut pressing against those tight pants, she’d felt like she couldn’t walk she sat down to eat. Its more relaxed but it now more resembles a food eating contest.

 Well you suppose she is, noticing the way she’s shifting about in her seat. Its Bella’s gluttony  vs Bella’s limits. Its only made clear she picked up a birthday cake and took bite after bite until it’s all gone. then licked the plate clean. And went back to her shoving food in her maw as if the cake had been just a cupcake.

Bella is bossy. And very clear to how this fantasy should run.

There’s a massive buffet like the ones you see at every gathering ever. Abiet with more hot food and desserts. But in her living room, where Bella’s comfortable. Place is decked out like you’re both expecting company. Her playlist is playing. You’ve even dimmed the lights. You’re there with kisses and squeeze, and a helping hand swapping out plates and encouragement. but for the most part Bella is independent.

 “more!” she insisted mouth full, waving at you to move an empty plate and pointing to a pasta salard bowl. that, Bella eats with the serving spoon. You open her another can of pepsi. She chugs it.

 At first, she said things like,

“Ive eaten so much!” “I'm going so be so bloated.” “I'm so full.” It had been really hot.

Now it is just more more more. Still extremely hot.

 Bella had ‘staved’ her herself for two days before this, then bloated up with water in preparation to stretch for her big event. she’d sashayed in, wearing her tightest jumper, all made up and squashing her into trousers that were a size too small to begin with to deliberately as you know feel that tightness and possibly bursting the button.  and like a slobby pig Bella is going eat as much as possible and live out her fantasy without having to be in public. then you’re going to take her to bed. If you can get her up the stairs after this.

 Now there’s a semi-circle of empty plates, bowls and empty bottles around Bella. A platter of what been dinky sandwegges. Chicken leg and wing bones. A bowl of trifle upturns also licked cleaned. Cocktail stick a plenty, now devoid of their sausages pineapple chees and onions. Whole tubes of pringles and bags of pringles gone. Jelly and cream. Sausage rolls.

 All gone.

 Pressing against and under the table, Bella’s is getting pretty semi-circled shape herself. There’s Chocolate and sauce smeared around her greedy mouth and she’s started to pant. She pauses in her stuffing gripping the table. Her eyes unfocused, swaying in her seat Bella’s Looking hazy and food drunk. For a moment you worry she might be sick. Instead she Belchs groans and leans back in her seat. This is the biggest bulgiest she’s ever been.  And getting bigger still even. Just as you think she might be calling it quits with a second belch comes another insistence of “more!”

 she leans over the table to with both hands pulls the plate stachked with mini doughnut rings. Still leaning on the table for support Bella Slowly Doggedly starts forcing them down one by one, between sips of sweet tea. still bindging, Her gluttony is winning out.

 The last one leaves sugar all over her mouth. Bella dusts off her hands then Leans back against the creaking chair with an incredibly sexy moan holding her Gurgling protesting stomach.

“OoOoh~!”

 You’re so hot for this. You’ve barely been able to keep your hands off her. Bella has had to bat your hands way at points for distracting her. Now she Wimpers at the touches then moans as another burp causes her swollen figure to shudder, Jiggling all over as wobbles and ripples. You know she’s going to be so wet, but there’s so much new Bella in the way to check.

Bella’s Cheeks puffed out like a hamsters. The jumper is a crop top.

Her gut is in her lap and spilling over it. still growing. Its gurgling and taught stretching hard to accommodate all that grub, forcing her thickening legs apart and her fat tits up. She is stuffed. Stuffed fit to burst. Bella is Panting to breath unable to get comfortbale. Which seems to turn her on more.  belch whimper moan. Belch hum moan. She’s all ballooned and swollen. Limbs akimbo and running fat sticky greasy fingers over herself around what belly she can reach.

 And you’ve never seen anything as beautiful. But in this state, you know Bella only has one thing on her mind:

 “More.”