I can't keep myself from trying a bite of every plate in sight
Kinktober day 3: Feederism
Fandom: Solarballs
Ship: Ganymede/Europa
Technically I made this one yesterday but I kinda posted it right before going to bed and forgot abt it for a day
Ganymede knew that his obsession with being the biggest moon wasn't exactly a secret.
He never hid it, boasting about his size the moment he had a chance. After all, what was bad in telling everyone what was the best about him? The power that thrilled in his core when smaller moons trembled in his presence as if he was a planet. And given his mass advantage compared to the absolute most of them, he could as well be.
But it wasn't enough.
He often felt this unspeakable emptiness in his core, the need to accumulate mass. Ganymede wasn't satisfied with being the biggest. He craved for this power to grow, for other moons to know that he wasn't just 'slightly more massive' that Titan. Or Calisto and even Io.
Ganymede deserved to be the biggest moon.
Europa smiled, she often helped him with feeding procedure. And Ganymede could just tell how the light played in her eyes as she filled another spoon with iron-rich minerals. "Open wide, babe. You have room for some more, right?" He groaned, pressing his fand to his inflated middle. He ate so much, his body struggled to hold it down. But it took one moment of thinking about how much mass he might be losing out for the words to freeze at the edge of his tongue as Europa forced him to eat more. And Ganymede couldn't stop himself from greedily swallowing another bite. No matter how tight he felt, the desire of mass didn't stop.
For a brief moment Europa looked at his stomach and pressed an ear to him, barely able to stop its happy wiggling "I can hear your plates shifting." She giggled, and her eyes glimmered, revealing just how much she enjoyed to stuff him full. All for Ganymede to live up as the biggest moon.
Spiced hardness melted on his tongue. "Gosh, Europa-" His voice cracked, with cramps sending an itch against the taunt surface. "I'm full."
But deep inside he knew he needed more. No matter if he felt like his core would burst, the ever growing need was there. He could take more and Europa knew it. That's why Ganymede loved her, she wasn't afraid to push. Even if his stomach bulged, making him feel nearly sick.
"Just one more plate, you can handle this for me, right?" She smiled, placing a cake in front of him. "Take a bite."
And when Ganymede looked into her eyes, he couldn't even think of disappointing her. He leaned forward, eagerly emptying spoon. Europa's face preached into a soft smile, her hand circled over his inflated belly. Encouraging, as her lips pressed into his, licking off the crumbs.
"Just for you, babe" He moaned, forcing himself to swallow the rich dense material. If fell into the bottomless pit of his core, the iron wailed so bad it made him tremble.
Her breathing tickled his surface, like little asteroids that weren't exactly painful to deal with, but those that made his surface warm up just briefly enough to be noticed. Ganymede wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her so close their foreheads touched.
Europa squinted, her face taking in a visible pinkish undertone. The pressure of her hand against inflated stomach made Ganymede moan. "You look good like this." She whispered, almost dream-like. Her eyes glimmered, looking at how stuffed he seemed to be.
"Pff-" Ganymede scoffed, pressing his words into the ragged cheek. "Don't I always?"
"Damn, your ego..." She laughed, throwing her fist against his surface. Not quite enough strength to actually harm, tho Ganymede wasn't sure Europa could harm him even if she actually tried, but to show a point of her annoyance, even if her ears wiggled. Barely noticeable but still here. Her thighs rubbed against his, forcing a warm feeling out. The kind that made his harden in anticipation. "Care for another plate?"
And oh, man, he kinda did, but also... "I'm so full..."
"Oh, really?" Europa tilted her head, twirling a messy strand of her hair. They were always messy, hard to put down. A trait she got from Jupiter, Even if Europa had always complained about receiving the worst possible trait. But in Ganymede's opinion it suited her quite well. Her legs wrapped around his dick, making his eyes widen with a blush creeping up his face.
"Europa..." He whispered, pressing his lips to her neck, sucking until he left very visible mark.
"Ah..." She pressed closer, tightening her grip. "How about you eat some more, and I'll take care of you?"
Ganymede breathed heavily, this suggestion, the idea of her encouraging him made his core pound. "I think I can stuff a few more plates..." He mumbled, filling his plate full.
Europa's eyes were focused on how his mouth opened, taking in despite the painful fulness. Her thighs held very tight against his dick, moving on it's length. Ganymede moaned with pleasure, almost chocking at the steady temp.
"You doing great..." She whispered, and oh, she for sure was having a good time. Not that Ganymede didn't. Any possible pain was drowned out by the physical stimulation. As well and that tiny voice in the back of his head that wanted to keep going, no matter what.
And motivation in the growing pressure of Europa's hold gave him even more motivation. Ganymede moaned, crumbs falling out of his mouth. Every jolt of electrifying pleasure made him forget everything around. As he pulled Europa to himself, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Tasting her all the same as another portion of iron.Europa moaned, squeezing so hard her thighs were turning red, glowing with pressure. Knees pressed into the bulge of his belly, so hard that Ganymede had to hold himself from whimpering, but at the same time he loved how it felt, as another reminder on just how much he had managed to force down his throat today.
