happy halloween everyone! here’s a quick drabble to commemorate, featuring naga!shu.ichi and his first time going trick or treating ^^
There was only one day Ouma looked forward to other than his birthday, and that was Halloween. It gave him an excuse to eat as much candy as he wanted without anyone giving him a hard time about it. Namely his boyfriend, Shuichi Saihara. The naga had never experienced the holiday before and therefore was not exposed to much candy. Ouma saw this as a most egregious error that had to be fixed ASAP.
Ouma donned a reaper costume complete with a little hood and scythe, though he left out a mask with the excuse that he could be scary without it. Saihara, on the other hand, was very hesitant to leave the house in his naga form. It took many gentle reassurances from Ouma to convince the naga that he should take on his true form for trick-or-treating. Of course, being the end of October, Saihara had to wear a thick sweater over his human torso (though Ouma was more than happy to cuddle him on their adventure).
Many people were amazed at Saihara’s “costume”, but a few children found him absolutely terrifying (much to the naga’s dismay). His form was so popular, in fact, it netted him more than double the amount of candy. Ouma was just a little jealous, but he figured his boyfriend wouldn’t eat all his candy anyway. Despite almost tripping over his costume and Saihara’s lengthy tail a couple times, Ouma had possibly the best Halloween yet. Spending it with his favorite person was certainly helping that fact.
Needless to say, this Halloween was a huge success.
“Ugh… I never want to look at another *hurp* chocolate bar ever again,” Saihara moaned.
Ouma merely snickered and took a bite out of his last piece of candy, giving his round belly satisfied pats. Thanks to Saihara's appearance, the little leader got more candy than usual. His tummy pressed firmly against his robe, complete with the dent of his belly button visible. The detective, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the carpet, laying on his human torso while trying to rub the bulging mass of his snake tail. The smaller boy didn’t think Saihara would finish his bag of candy (the size of which was almost up to Ouma’s shoulders), but he seriously underestimated the naga’s stomach capacity. Saihara tried a small bite of chocolate first, before practically inhaling all his candy bars and bags of gummies while seemingly in a trance. Now the detective realized just how much he had eaten, and was currently suffering the consequences.
“Poor Saihara *hic*-chan has a tummy ache,” Ouma murmured sympathetically. “I’ll help you feel better! *hic*”
He began rubbing the naga’s swollen tail, wincing when it gave sickening gurgles from its tedious task of digestion. Saihara whimpered slightly, but eased into the touch.
“I don’t know how you live off this stuff, Ouma-kun,” he muttered, “I feel like a *urrp* giant sausage.”
Ouma poked at his tail playfully. “And you look like one too, nishishishi!” Saihara gave an annoyed groan and planted his face back into the carpet. Feeling a little bad, Ouma reached down and started to scratch behind the naga’s pointed ears. He knew Saihara loved it, as evidenced by the tip of his tail wagging ever so slightly. Nagas might be feared creatures; but to Ouma, his boyfriend was more like a cute little puppy.
The little leader was already looking forward to next year, though next time he’d have to keep his gluttonous boyfriend in check.
this is my first attempt at writing a phantom thief au, as well as my first time writing feeder!kok.ichi. hope you enjoy! (contains force feeding [kinda] and light bondage)
An abandoned warehouse was the last place Saihara wanted to wake up in.
More specifically, a small room with a dim light covering it. Saihara groggily awoke to find his wrists and ankles were bound to the arms and legs of a wooden chair respectively. How did he get here…?
Ah yes, it was coming back to him now. Detective Saihara was on the hunt for the notorious phantom thief, whom he learned of his true name Ouma Kokichi. A troublemaking boy known for his relatively harmless pranks that he and his unknown number of “organization members” brought upon the city. Saihara took on the case, thinking nothing of it; but numerous encounters they had with each other made their relationship blossom into something Saihara wasn’t quite sure how to describe. Ouma clearly had no intentions of harming the detective. Instead, the thief would casually flirt with him while being chased down.
Saihara had to admit, Ouma was rather attractive, in both his personality and what little he could see under the phantom thief’s mask. It almost seemed cliche for the detective to fall for the criminal, but he just couldn’t help himself.
Just yesterday, a note was left on Saihara’s desk with familiar glittery purple ink. The detective could only raise an eyebrow as he read the not-so-vague note asking him to meet the wanted criminal in a nearby empty warehouse. Saihara couldn’t pass up an opportunity to meet up with his cru-
Culprit of multiple cases. Yep, definitely what he meant.
The blue haired boy could only remember cautiously opening the warehouse doors in the dead of night before someone from behind pressed a small cloth against his face, before his vision went black.
“You’re finally up, Saihara-chan!”
A cheerful voice brought Saihara out of his drowsy trance. He looked up to see Ouma pushing a cart full of covered contents into the room, that almost looked like… food?
“Sorry I had to drug you, but it was the only way I could get you set up like this. You’ll forgive me, right?” Ouma was right in Saihara’s face, giving what looked to be puppy eyes through his mask.
The detective’s brain wasn’t fast enough to process this. “What… am I doing here? Why am I tied up?” He could feel himself heat up asking the latter. Stupid brain…. Now was not the time for those thoughts.
“I brought you here to kill you! ....That was a lie. I brought you dinner, my beloved. I made it all just for you!” Ouma took off the cart cover to reveal a variety of prepared meals.
“...Huh?”
Before he could properly respond, Ouma shoved an eggroll in the detective’s mouth. Saihara was tempted to spit it out, but he couldn’t waste this admittedly tasty food he was given.
The thief merely rolled his eyes playfully. “Relax, Saihara-chan, I didn’t poison it. I would never drug my beloved!”
Saihara gave him an unamused look but continued to chew.
By all means, he really should be more upset about being drugged and kidnapped, but something about Ouma made the usually anxious detective feel at ease. There was also something rather intimate about being hand-fed food that your crush made himself, and the mere sensation of having Ouma’s fingers so close to his mouth made his face heat up even more.
The hand-feeding of eggrolls to the detective continued until the plate was polished off. There were only six, but Saihara’s stomach gave him a low grumble to remind that he was, in fact, quite famished. Ouma took notice, smiling as he presented Saihara with a steaming bowl of homemade ramen. The tantalizing scent of the next meal made the taller boy lick his lips eagerly.
“Wait, Ouma-kun.”
“Hmm~?”
“Could I at least see your face?”
Ouma paused. The detective knew his face was sensitive information for him to obtain. He wished he could convince the thief he wouldn’t tell, but… he wanted to look at the smaller boy’s face, just this once.
“Just for you, my beloved… I get to see your pretty face all the time, after all.” Saihara couldn’t tell if the blush on his face was from that comment, or the steamy ramen that was suddenly pushed into his mouth. He watched Ouma remove his clown mask to reveal a stunning pale face with those gorgeous violet eyes of his.
Was it normal to call a guy’s face kissable?
...Right, back to the food. Not only was Ouma impossibly cute, but also a great chef. The broth complimented the rest of the ingredients perfectly. Saihara slurped up the ramen contentedly, slightly embarrassed at the mess he was making on his face. The thief kept up his happy smile, occasionally reaching down to playfully pat the detective’s stomach.
“You’re doing so good, Saihara-chan… You just finished the second course!”
...Second?
Saihara slowly looked down to see his stomach pressing against his buttoned up uniform. The detective became aware of just how much he had eaten, and turned his head away.
“How many courses did you say there were?”
“Nishishi! I never said, but since you asked, there’s four!”
Saihara went pale.
He watched as Ouma grabbed yet another plate, this time with six pot stickers already coated in dipping sauce. Did the smaller boy really expect him to finish every meal? He was already comfortably full, but it wasn’t often he got to have such good food… Maybe a few more wouldn’t hurt?
His chewing became slower with his stomach starting to complain about the new company. Ouma began rubbing at Saihara’s more swollen belly forcing a couple burps out of the detective.
“I never knew Shumai had such a big appetite! Maybe I should have brought him more, nishishi!”
The taller boy blanched at the mention of more food, and yet he was presented with one last plate: a single slice of mouth-watering apple pie. “I know Saihara-chan isn’t big on sweets, but he’s gotta have a full course meal. Open wide~!”
Instead of getting a complaint out, a forkful of pie was inserted into his mouth, covering his taste buds with the sweetness. His overglutted stomach was screaming at him to spit it out, though the detective went against his better judgement and sent it down anyway. Ouma must have worked so hard on these, he couldn’t refuse. It seemed the thief cared about him too, in his own weird way.
The final bite was closing in on the taller boy’s mouth, but Saihara’s stomach finally won the mental argument.
“*burrrp* No more, Ouma… I’m too full,” he breathed, panting with his reddened face.
“Aww… but it’s the last bite! Surely Saihara-chan can find some room,” Ouma teased, using his other hand to coax another belch out of Saihara’s belly. The detective was so close to the finish line, the small bite of pie taunting him on the fork. It was just one more, like the thief said. He could do this. He leaned forward and let Ouma slide the last piece into his mouth. It was a struggle to chew, but he finally gave a hard swallow and leaned back in the chair.
“I knew Shumai could do it! Now he’s nice and full~!” Ouma gave more gentle pats to the detective’s belly, which almost looked too big to be part of him anymore. The thief presented Saihara with a glass of water, the latter simply let his mouth hang open and gulped it down without complaints. As soon as he finished, he jolted up when he heard a popping noise. He tried bending over to see what ripped, but couldn’t see over his massive orb of a stomach.
The smaller boy picked up one of Saihara’s shirt buttons and showed it to him smugly. “Nice one, my beloved!” Saihara could only give a loud belch in response, cursing the bindings for not letting him cover them up.
“Now that you’re too fat to run away, I can untie you,” the thief whispered in Saihara’s ear, making him shiver. At least there was truth to Ouma’s words for once, as the detective was in no mood to get up anytime soon.
“Why did you *urp* do this, Ouma-kun?”
The smaller boy swiveled around to face the poor boy rubbing his belly carefully. Maybe just this once, he could reveal his true intentions.
“Your stupid boss is overworking my sweet little detective,” he whined. “I need Saihara-chan well-fed and healthy if he wants any chance of catching me. And if I catch you skipping meals again, well… I’ll make sure my skinny boy gets a great meal by yours truly!”
You’re one to talk, Saihara wanted to say, but was too worn out to reply. The fact that Ouma cared about him this much warmed him to his core… along with all the other warm meals inside him. The smaller boy helped Saihara up and held his noisy tummy, giggling whenever the detective failed to keep a burp in.
Saihara didn’t see himself getting walked to his apartment by his crush, but sometimes he loved how unpredictable life could be.
just a quick drabble i felt like writing to satisfy my tummy noises kink
technically its part of the naga au but shu doesnt actually transform i apologize :<
Saihara was hungry.
That wasn't saying much, considering he felt like that every night. It became a regular occurence to deal with his growling belly, somehow unsatisfied with the copious amounts of food already fed to it throughout the day. It was as if he was eating for two - though that wasn’t entirely inaccurate. His human form and naga form had different stomachs, so his appetite was basically doubled.
The detective stealthily wandered the dormitory towards his destination, the kitchen. There was bound to be leftover food, even after resident gluttons such as himself had their fill. He quietly opened the door and went straight for the fridge, finding a large pot of soup wrapped up. Saihara got to work on heating up the pot on the stove, cautiously watching the door for any intruders. Even if it was past midnight, he knew better than to assume his naga form where someone could easily walk in on him with a long snake body.
The soup finished heating up and Saihara wasted no time in lifting the pot up to his mouth and tilting it forward. Hot food was of no concern to the cold-blooded boy as he eagerly took in gulps of the leftover food. Chunks of meat and potatoes slid easily down his throat, which rhythmically bobbed with each swallow. Small drops of soup spread across his cheeks, though Saihara found it hard to care as he was only focused on chugging the whole pot before anyone saw him. His belly steadily poked out between his loose t-shirt and sweatpants, riding up past his belly button.
Soon enough, Saihara’s lips parted with the rim of the pot. He set it down on the stove and took a breath before looking down at his bloated stomach, admiring the round form it took on. He gave it a light pat so as to not disturb it further. A sharp hiccup escaped him and he quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. Waddling back while keeping his hiccups subdued was a task Saihara was not looking forward to, yet he persisted. He opened the door to his room to find his human boyfriend Ouma still fast asleep on the bed, curled up in his adorable pajamas. Too worn out to bother the smaller boy, Saihara tucked himself into bed and was out like a light.
Once Ouma confirmed Saihara was asleep, he slowly rose up to get a look at the damages the taller boy brought upon himself. He gave a quick kiss to the detective’s swollen stomach, riding up his shirt further to get a better view. Ouma put an ear next to Saihara’s belly as it churned busily to digest the meal inside it. Possibly the best part of sleeping with his boyfriend was hearing his stomach break down its food… Such lovely noises pleased the smaller boy greatly. He continued to listen to its glurps and gurlges until he too succumbed to a restful slumber.
Public gatherings were one of Ouma’s favorite places to be.
The endless number of people to annoy and flaunt his superiority to… what more could a Supreme Leader want? That’s what Ouma thought at first, but something else caught his attention: sweets. Tooth-rotting, sugary desserts were his absolute favorite. So when he and the other Ultimates at Hope’s Peak Academy were invited to a fancy banquet with delectable food, hosted by the academy itself, how could he decline?
Decking himself out in a fancy tuxedo with a checkered tie, Ouma joined everyone in the dining hall to find his first victim.
Of course, that first victim happened to be his beloved Shuichi Saihara.
"Shumai~! There you are, my beloved!" Ouma giggled. Startled, the detective whirled around to see the leader staring up at him with adoring eyes.
"H-Hello Ouma-kun. When did you get here?"
The smaller boy giggled. "I was the first person to arrive! They're throwing this party in my honor, after all."
Ouma’s eyes darted to the table in front of them, covered in an array of desserts. His stomach gave a low growl, prompting him to cover it in the hopes Saihara didn’t hear. Swiping a brownie faster than Saihara could keep up, the smaller boy shoved it in his mouth.
“Shaihara you gotta try theesh!”
The detective looked away in an attempt to cover his red face, but his cute blushes could never escape Ouma. “Ah, um, no thank you, I’m not big on sweets,” he mumbled.
Oh well, more for him then! Ouma took it as an invitation to grab some chocolate chip cookies and a few cupcakes, struggling to hold them all in his arms as he made his way to a secluded corner of the room with an equally abandoned couch. Ouma wasted no time in jamming a cookie into his greedy maw. These must have been the work of either Toujou or Hanamura - because these were the best damn treats he’s ever had! They were so addicting that he didn’t even realize he lifted an empty hand to his mouth, his armfuls of food already consumed.
He let out a tiny burp, giving the slight curve of his tummy a small pat. A replenishment of desserts was in order for the little leader. Ouma got up and made his way to the snack bar to find Saihara missing. He looked over to see him conversing with Kirigiri and Akamatsu, who paid no mind to the smaller boy snatching up more food. No one seemed to mind that Ouma was taking most of the desserts, as their ire was more directed to the resident glutton Owari, who was currently having the time of her life at the table full of meat.
Cake and pie slices, eclairs, cookies, pudding cups… Ouma could hardly keep track of the food that fell victim to his insatiable appetite. More and more began to pile up into his abused stomach, giving harsh gurgles in protest. As much as Ouma wanted to stop, he kept reminding himself that he hardly ever got to pig out like this. He simply had to take advantage of this precious moment. The supreme leader of evil wouldn’t be bested by a few desserts, after all.
The little leader made occasional sultry glances at Saihara while stuffing his face, causing the flustered taller boy to quickly turn his head away. His taunting was interrupted when he felt a slight release of tension. Ouma looked down in shock to see a button on the bottom of his dress shirt was missing; but the greater surprise was seeing just how bloated he had become. His belly jutted out in front of him, blocking the view of everything below it. His skin was visible between the crevices formed by the rest of his buttons hanging on for dear life.
"*hurrrrp* Need a nap…" he muttered. And with that, he waddled out of the room and into the hallway, plopping himself onto a nearby bench. In response, his stomach sloshed noisily.
The sudden creaking of the door broke Ouma out of his stupor. He lazily turned his head to see Saihara cautiously walking towards the leader with an armful of snacks and a small can of panta.
"Do you mind if I join you, Ouma-kun?"
"Yep! You're interrupting my beauty sleep, you know," he chuckled weakly.
Saihara ducked his head, placing the food between them. "S-Sorry, um… do you think you have room for more?"
"Nishishishi! You've been watching me the whole time, haven't you, kinky little Saihara-chan~?" He grinned deviously. "You just wanna fatten me up until I can't move, so you can kill me with a swift blow!"
Ouma revelled in how Saihara seemed to get endlessly flustered. "No, that's wrong! I just, um, like seeing you not malnourished."
The leader drummed his fingers on the side of his taut belly. "Hmm, if you say so, my beloved… but you gotta feed those to me," he sighed, leaning back.
He watched as Saihara shakily lifted a chocolate muffin to the leader's lips. Thank God Saihara picked out bite sized treats, Ouma thought. He winced as he gave a hard swallow to send it down into what little space his stomach had remaining.
The small desserts went down with a bit of a struggle, resulting in Ouma releasing a hearty belch. He felt as though he would pop at any moment, but a lone panta can was thrust into his face without warning.
"I figured you'd want something to wash everything down with," the detective smiled softly. The little leader nodded and tilted his head to let the soda pour down his throat. He could barely see Saihara staring at the rhythmic bobbing of his throat as the can was emptied. Ouma caught his breath before letting out the loudest belch yet.
"Heh, told you I could eat it all," the red-faced boy panted.
"H-Huh? We didn't place any bets, though…"
Ouma snickered, glancing at Saihara's face. "I think you've got bigger problems to worry about, detective."
The taller boy's eyes widened as he noticed a small drop of blood trickling from his nose. He grabbed a tissue out of his shirt pocket and hurriedly wiped it away.
Thoroughly embarrassed, Saihara was about to make an excuse before noticing the little leader had already dozed off. He placed a hand on Ouma's gurgling belly and began to rub softly with a smile.
Going out to a fancy restaurant was never a luxury Kokichi had.
Going to a standard sushi bar, however, was just barely within his reach.
His new Danganronpa buddy, Shuichi Saihara, had invited him to dinner after watching the new episode. Shuichi was far better off than himself, so of course it would be no trouble treating Kokichi to a simple meal.
“Are you sure you don’t mind paying for me? I’ll try not to order too much if that’ll help…” the smaller one mumbled, not meeting the other’s eyes.
Shuichi gently put a hand on Kokichi’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just here to enjoy ourselves, and celebrate another great episode of the best show on television!”
The purple haired boy gave a sheepish smile as the two walked into the restaurant and took their seats. A myriad of images flashed onto the screen on the wall next to their booth, showcasing the delicacies available to them. Such a variety was new to Kokichi, to the point where it felt overwhelming. Meanwhile, Shuichi wasted no time in selecting numerous plates of sushi.
Truthfully, there was another reason Kokichi wanted to come. There was something special about watching Shuichi eat - the glimmer in his eyes and genuine smile when he bit into his favorite foods. His calmness was contagious and made the normally anxious Kokichi feel at peace with him. (And, well… it was nice for Shuichi to focus on something other than Danganronpa, for once.)
It didn’t take long for the sushi plates to slide along the wall’s conveyor belt, accompanied with a cheery chime. Five small plates containing two sushi pieces each were grabbed hastily by Shuichi and placed before him. Faster than Kokichi’s eyes could keep up, a piece of tuna sushi was popped into the blue haired boy’s mouth. Shuichi grinned and chewed a bit, before giving a hearty gulp.
“Aren’t you gonna order something?”
Kokichi was snapped out of his stupor by the sudden question. “Y-Yeah, I’m still deciding.” Although that was easier said than done, considering his picky nature and the unknown options displayed. Settling for a couple plates of salmon sushi and a can of Panta, he placed his order and tried his best not to stare at Shuichi, who effortlessly wolfed down four of the five plates in front of him. The taller boy’s appetite never failed to amaze him. It was… cute.
And there it was. It was getting harder for Kokichi to conceal his odd crush on Shuichi, given the circumstances. Watching someone eat so much wasn’t supposed to be cute, was it? He should be disgusted at the other’s brazen disregard for manners, but such an emotion just didn’t exist in this moment. It was mesmerizing, in a way. Just as Kokichi’s order was arriving, Shuichi casually ordered another 3 plates of varying sushi.
“You okay, ‘Kichi? Your face is red,” he asked, taking a swig of water.
The smaller boy hurriedly rubbed his cheeks in a futile attempt to cover his blush. “It’s just hot in here, that’s all.” Shuichi said nothing in response, but he could have sworn he saw a smirk on his face.
Shuichi was on to him, wasn’t he?
Kokichi grabbed his plates and drink and stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth. He was caught off guard with how fresh it tasted. He was so used to measly cafeteria food, he couldn’t help but smile. No wonder Shuichi was fixated on this stuff. By the time Kokichi finished his first plate, his friend had already cleaned his three new plates. The smaller boy’s mouth was slightly agape as he watched him lean forward to order a small bowl of ramen. Shuichi plopped back in his seat with a satisfied smile, resting his hands on his stomach.
Kokichi couldn’t help but feel bad about his pace. Maybe he wouldn’t be so scrawny if he ate like his friend. With this new resolve, he shoved the rest of the food in his mouth and took a gulp of soda. Shuichi’s bowl had arrived just then, with the taller boy taking it off the conveyor belt.
“There’s no need to rush,” he laughed softly. “Your food isn't going anywhere.”
Kokichi looked up with a smirk. “Same to you, Shu.”
Shuichi shrugged, but bounced back after a slurp of his noodles. “Dude, you gotta try this!” Kokichi foolishly expected his friend to let him try his, but Shuichi was already scarfing down the bowl. He chuckled quietly before ordering a bowl of his own. The smaller boy was comfortably full, but who was he to deny indulging his best friend? Surely he could handle a small helping of ramen.
The taller boy went on to order a few more plates along with some side dishes while babbling on about the new episode. Kokichi listened intently as he ate the delicious ramen, finishing his drink straight after. By the time he finished, though, he felt a tightness at his belt. As discreetly as he could, he went to unbutton his pants. He was relatively shocked to see a small lump formed under his uniform. It was such a strange yet warm feeling. Placing his hands on his newly formed belly, he rubbed at it a little.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Shuichi lean in slightly. “Hey ‘Kichi, you want dessert?”
The smaller boy looked up and blinked. “You’re still hungry?” Just how big was his crush’s stomach capacity?
“Sorta, but I want to share it with you. You’ve still got room, right?” he asked.
Kokichi looked down at his stomach, as if he could feel it voicing complaints about the prospect of more food. He did see a delectable-looking slice of strawberry cake on the menu, and he knew he’d regret passing it up. Of course, he also didn’t want to disappoint Shuichi. That was far more important in his eyes.
“I think I’ll manage,” he replied with a cheeky grin.
Minutes later, and the cake slice arrived. Despite his fullness, Kokichi felt a bit of drool form around his mouth as he took in the sight before him. A slight strawberry drizzle coated the top with a zigzag design, with a large strawberry sitting atop the back. The filling consisted of vanilla and more strawberries with a rich, creamy icing. Shuichi used his fork to slice it in half, giving the larger portion to Kokichi. Having a dessert like this would be a piece of cake, literally.
...Or so he thought, until the last bit of strawberry sat on the plate in a taunting manner. His tummy definitely wasn’t happy with him at this point, but he was too far in to give up now. Slowly, Kokichi lifted the piece and brought it to his mouth, easing it in. The strawberry went down with a hard swallow, causing the smaller boy to lean back with a light moan. His fingers curled around the now-open seams of his uniform, feeling the shirt underneath. Kokichi's body was practically begging for a nap, and all the warm food inside him felt heavenly. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so at peace; but that peace was quickly interrupted by excess air rising up his throat. He quickly moved a hand up to his mouth to stifle a small burp before closing his eyes and leaning back once again.
He peeked an eye open to see Shuichi’s twelve clean plates stacked neatly to the side along with his empty bowl and water glass. The taller boy was also panting a bit, seemingly fiddling with his own pants button.
“Guess we’re both *urp* done, huh?” Shuichi asked tiredly. Kokichi could only nod in response.
After a few minutes of struggling to stand, Shuichi paid the bill and the two headed out into the cool, quiet evening. The smaller boy finally got a good look of the damage on his crush, and… wow. Shuichi almost looked pregnant with how much he packed into himself. Kokichi’s belly looked so small by comparison, it made him look like he was exaggerating. He had never eaten so much in his life, he felt as though he would pop at any moment.
Shuichi, however, seemed to be taking it in stride. “Man, that hit the spot! Guess watching Danganronpa really works up my appetite,” he sighed, giving his soccer ball belly a firm pat. Giving a brief look at his stomach, he suddenly looked at Kokichi with regret. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I probably looked like a pig…”
Kokichi shook his head. “Not at all! You’re not gross. I, um, liked it a lot,” he blushed. For once, Shuichi returned the blush. “That’s a relief. I gotta confess something too, though.”
The smaller boy looked at him curiously. “I wanted you to have a lot because you look so frail… I’m really worried about your health." He looked away, putting a hand behind his head sheepishly. "Er, sorry, that sounded rude didn’t it? I didn’t mean it like th-”
“It’s okay, Shuichi. Thank you,” Kokichi gave a gentle smile, placing a hand on the taller boy’s warm stomach. “I’d love to go out with you again sometime.”
Shuichi gave a large smirk. “So it’s a date, then?”
Against all odds, Kokichi’s face became even more red. The blue haired boy merely laughed, bending down slightly to give a peck on Kokichi’s cheek.
happy vo.re day everyone!!! here’s my cringe fic to commemorate :-)
(no ao3 link this time im too self conscious)
this idea came about while talking to the lovely @chili-kinks and they made this in conjunction with my fic so please check them out!!
anyway this fic features pre.game oum.asai and soft, same size vo.re, you have been warned. also bad words
“IIIIT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!!!”
The screen cut to a large Monokuma towering over the latest blackened, a small blonde girl with a long pigtail. The demonic bear picked up the girl and began to lick all over as she struggled in his grasp. Slowly lifting her above his head, Monokuma bent his head back and opened the gates of hell: his half-fanged mouth, with drool beginning to form around it. The girl was screaming and flailing about as she was lowered further down to her demise. Monokuma’s fist released her without effort, the blackened dropping right into his gaping maw. It slammed shut with a metal clang, and the bear gave a loud, deafening gulp.
Saihara’s eyes were glued to the T.V., in a more intense manner than usual. What a cruel way to go, even for Danganronpa standards. He had many ideas about his own execution someday, but this… this was definitely one to consider. He could only imagine how she felt wriggling around in his large belly, put to an eternal sleep with a comforting blanket of warmth. His shaky hands moved to text his boyfriend Ouma, who sadly couldn’t make it to their weekly Danganronpa viewing because of heaps of school projects. He knew Ouma was more into the mystery aspect of the show than the gruesome killings, but he simply couldn’t resist.
Saihara: omgomgomg did you see the latest episode???
Ouma: I did. I had it on in the background so I could work.
Saihara: what did you think of the execution? :D
Ouma: It was… something. Unexpected, definitely.
It was difficult for the taller boy to contain his fantasizing, to say the least.
Saihara: i love the way she was screaming for dear life,,, it was soooo satisfying in the end! god i wish i were monokuma… tasting a victim would be so worth ittt
Ouma: Uh, Saihara?
Saihara: yea?
Ouma: I think you should go to bed. You have school tomorrow. And… you’re scaring me a little.
Saihara: sorry kichi… but fiiiine ill see you tomorrow.
The last thing he wanted was to make Ouma uncomfortable. And he was a man of his word, he’d take his advice and get to bed. However, there was one thing he wanted to try first. Rummaging around in his snack drawer, he found a small bag of Monokuma-themed gummy bears. He couldn’t stop thinking about having something whole run down his throat… and what better way to do it than try on a small candy? He frantically opened the bag and plucked out a red gummy. Dangling it above his drooling maw, he licked his lips.
“My first victim… down the hatch!”
He shoved the gummy in his mouth and had to stop himself from chewing. Positioning it for swallowing, he let it slide down his throat with a hard gulp. Saihara traced a hand over his chest to feel it going down to his stomach, shivering slightly. What an amazing feeling… he couldn’t chew these ever again! He happily shoved more in his mouth and gulped them down, pretending they were meek little prey against his predatory might.
Saihara tossed the bag aside and rubbed his belly blissfully. One day, maybe he could have a person inside him. Despite his affinity for Danganronpa, he could never bring himself to kill someone. He was going to rely on Team Danganronpa’s directors to change that for him. No, he merely wanted someone in his belly for a while, just to feel what it’s like.
Surely a normal human like him couldn’t achieve that, right?
Only one way to find out.
Ouma looked on nervously as Saihara effortlessly swallowed half a sandwich whole. His previous victims included sushi, apple slices, candy, cookies, and brownies. It was almost inhuman how the taller boy could open his mouth to fit a seemingly endless array of food.
"Saihara, you're gonna make yourself sick."
Saihara simply chuckled. "I'll be fine, 'Kichi."
The smaller boy knew Saihara had a somewhat unhealthy obsession with Danganronpa, but he never would have imagined it would affect him this much. Despite how unnatural it was, Ouma couldn't help his morbid curiosity. He couldn't deny how interesting the latest execution was (no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise), and a small part of him absolutely loved watching Saihara scarf down food and seeing it travel down his throat.
Nope, he definitely didn't enjoy this.
Every so often, the taller boy would lift his food above him and slowly ease it into his mouth, as if to simulate eating a person. Ouma was immensely thankful the other patrons of the cafe were ignoring them. Maybe this sudden fascination would fade once the next Danganronpa episode came out; but with Saihara, anything was possible.
Saihara: hey could you come over today? i wanna try something.
Two weeks later, Ouma received a rather unceremonious text from Saihara one night.
Ouma: Sure. What is it you want to try?
Saihara: i don't think i can say over text
Ouma furrowed his brow, his mind racing to the absolute worst possible scenarios. Did something happen between him and his uncle again?
Ouma: ...why not?
Saihara: i just can't i'm sorry
Saihara: pls come over asap
Ouma: Alright.
It was unsettling how vague his friend was being, and that made him all the more worried. He hurriedly packed his things and ran to Saihara's house.
The two sat across from each other on the floor in Saihara’s room, neither saying a word. The taller boy had his eyes cast down, deep in thought with Ouma left to wonder just what the hell happened to him. The air was unnerving, and Ouma couldn’t take it anymore.
“Are you okay, Saihara?”
The boy in question took a second to look up at him, meeting his eyes with an emotionless face Ouma had not seen in him before.
“Do you remember the episode where the girl got eaten alive?”
Oh.
“I… I want to try it out. I’ve been practicing so I could make it happen.”
Oh.
Saihara couldn’t possibly think this would work, right? Humans aren’t capable of eating each other without… killing the other. Ouma shuddered.
“Saihara,” he spoke slowly. “Do you really think you can do this? I mean, Danganronpa is just fiction after all… and one of us wouldn’t s-survive,” his voice began to quiver.
The taller boy sat up slightly and looked at Ouma with soft eyes. “I won’t let that happen. I’ve been looking stuff up. I’ve been training myself. And… you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Part of Ouma didn’t want to. That part was constantly pushing the fact that this could end up very bad. However, another part slowly began to rise up - the feeling of being the closest he can to the one he has a crush on. And of course, there was that naughty side of him thrilled at the idea.
“...I’ll do it.”
Saihara’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”
“I trust you. And, well, I’m kinda curious too.”
Hearing Ouma have mutual feelings to this weird activity made Saihara’s heart race. The smaller boy began to remove his clothing, too embarrassed to make eye contact with his crush. Saihara finally noticed how bony Ouma was. He’d make sure to get him a proper meal later. Ouma removed everything but his boxers, feeling somewhat self-conscious and looking away with a blush.
“Could you uh, close your eyes while I do this? I don’t think I could make eye contact with you.”
“S-Sure.”
Ouma complied and Saihara inched his way towards him, shaking slightly. Ouma trusted him. He wasn’t about to let that be for nothing. Raising himself above Ouma’s head, Saihara opened his maw until it became unhinged. He gently bit down on the smaller boy’s head of hair. The flavor was a sweet grape with a bit of lavender, which made Saihara drool slightly. He couldn’t help but smile in bliss as he took more of the boy in. He felt Ouma flinch a bit, so he brought his hands to Ouma’s arms and rubbed for reassurance. The smaller boy calmed down and Saihara reached his shoulders.
Perhaps it was Ouma’s smaller stature, but this was going a lot easier than Saihara had anticipated. He wanted to lick at him to get more of his sweet flavor, but he didn’t want to gross him out. He also wished he could ask how Ouma was holding up, but, well… he was a bit preoccupied. As Saihara reached the smaller boy’s torso, he realized the boy had entered his stomach. He was already feeling full, but there was no going back now. He took a hand off of Ouma to rub his belly, his hand gliding over the dent created in it. Reaching Ouma’s boxers wasn’t nearly as thrilling of a milestone, since his taste was interrupted by bland fabric.
He picked up the pace and shoved the covered part of Ouma’s body down his gullet. He mentally apologized for being so rough. Resuming the wonderful taste of Ouma, he slid down his spindly legs. All that remained was below the knees, and those were consumed just as quickly. Saihara could feel Ouma squirming a bit to get comfortable, and that’s when the true euphoria started.
It felt fucking amazing.
It was everything he hoped it would be. He leaned back and let an arm support him from behind, using the other to support the massive weight added to him. His stomach stretched past his knees with many bumps protruding from it. Red-faced, Saihara panted heavily with his tongue lavishly hanging out. God, this was so worth it. He rubbed around to feel for Ouma, who was surprisingly calm during the whole ordeal.
He opened his mouth to ask Ouma how he was doing, but a massive belch burst from his lips instead. The smaller boy, meanwhile, was fumbling around trying to make out his surroundings in the dark. His body was drenched in saliva; but strangely, no stomach acid was present. The world quaked around him as Saihara let out a loud burp, and Ouma found it hard to be grossed out given his current circumstances.
“Are you *urp* okay, ‘Kichi?”
Saihara’s hand found Ouma’s head between the fleshy wall separating them, and Ouma couldn’t help but lean into the touch. He never saw himself in the stomach of his crush, yet here he was.
“I’m okay. It feels… really nice,” he blushed, accentuated with a small rub to the stomach walls. He was amazed at how elastic Saihara’s stomach was, he hoped he wasn’t putting too much strain on it.
“Haah… I’m great, ‘Kichi! The best I’ve ever felt, actually! You tasted incredible,” he grinned, licking his lips.
Suddenly, the buttons on his dress shirt holding on for dear life relented and popped right off, exposing his large belly. That was… pretty hot, Saihara realized. Ouma started to rub more of the walls surrounding him, causing Saihara to moan rather loudly. He was a complete mess around his crush, but it was just too difficult to contain his bliss.
“Saihara, why aren’t there any stomach acids yet?”
The taller boy gave his belly a gentle pat. “I found recipes online for drinks that *hic* could subdue stomach acids for a bit. It looks *hic* like they worked pretty *hic* well, huh?”
Ouma smiled and let himself lean back into the warm stomach walls.
“You’ll let me out when I’m ready, right?” he asked tiredly.
i started this fic months ago and didnt finish it, then i saw it was shuichi’s birthday so i figured i should get off my lazy ass and finish it before the day is over :)))))
not strictly stuffed ronpa related, but i do have a future stuffing chapter in mind. hope you enjoy!
(ao3 link if you’d rather read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26351422/chapters/64176889)
Summer is overrated.
That’s what detective Shuichi Saihara would tell anyone when they asked why he stayed indoors. It was way too hot for his tastes, and he was much too busy lounging around reading his novels. But if there was one thing he dreaded more than summer, it was the beach. To Saihara, it was just an excuse for attractive people to flaunt off their perfect, skinny bodies.
Something Saihara lacked.
After graduating from Hope’s Peak, Saihara and Ouma moved into an apartment together near their university. With detective work not being too taxing on Saihara’s body, he led a mostly sedentary life. Sitting at his desk looking over case files while shoving various snacks in his mouth without a second thought. Ouma would regularly bake sickeningly sweet pastries, making Saihara swear he was trying to fatten him up (though Ouma did love sweets, so he didn’t give it too much thought).
Saihara’s body began to widen over time, forming plush love handles on his sides and a small gut to poke out from under his shirt when he stretched. His thighs were nearly touching and his face had a rounder look. He was certain Ouma noticed, but the smaller boy never commented on it. Thus, the detective could only assume the leader was too disgusted to bring attention to it.
That is, until his boyfriend suggested they go to the beach.
Was his plan to humiliate him further? Despite Saihara’s blatant discomfort, Ouma eagerly purchased snack after snack to place in their shared picnic basket. Their bi-weekly trip to the store was quickly derailed by Ouma entertaining the idea of filling their shopping cart with the most unhealthy food imaginable, though that paled in comparison to a certain other object in the cart: a nondescript, navy blue pair of swim trunks for Saihara to wear on their trip. The design was plain, just as he liked it - the issue was the size. Thankfully Ouma wasn’t with him when he chose it, but he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed from buying a larger size.
“Saihara-chan! You there?”
The detective was brought back to the present with his boyfriend reaching up to wave a hand in front of his face. “You sure are spacy today, Shumai. That can’t be good for your health.”
“Sorry, just thinking about a case,” he responded meekly.
Ouma, the crown prince of lies, lifted an eyebrow. “Hmm… I know my Shumai wouldn’t be foolish enough to lie to me, so I’ll take his word for it.” Saihara watched nervously as the little leader went to pay for everything. He was almost positive that Ouma was on to him, yet he continued with his cheery attitude towards their beach trip.
An hour later, and the two were walking to the beach with supplies in hand. Both had their swim trunks on under loose clothing, so Saihara could at least spare himself the judgement of others for a little longer. He hated to admit it, but his new trunks were digging into his hips, the size large for his already-large body.
“You remember our list of things we gotta do, right?” Ouma asked, looking up at Saihara expectantly.
He blinked. “Make a sand castle, jump the waves, look for nice sea shells?”
“You forgot about us bothering people with squirt guns!” the leader pouted with a huff. Though Saihara had already decided he wanted no part of that, he didn’t want to ruin Ouma’s fun. Finding a secluded area on the beach, they began to set up chairs and a towel. His boyfriend wasted no time in stripping himself, displaying his porcelain-white skin and (to Saihara’s dismay) his scrawny, bony form. His black swimwear looked like it was threatening to fall off at any second.
This was it. Ouma certainly wouldn’t let him stay covered up all day. Maybe he could just wear a towel over his shoulders and not face anyone. Biting his lip, he began removing his shirt as Ouma (unhelpfully) watched. His boyfriend didn’t say a word as Saihara discarded his clothes to reveal his tummy falling over his trunks ever so slightly. Feeling the leader’s disappointment, Saihara quickly scrambled to drape a towel over himself, until he felt a small body close itself around him. The detective looked down to see Ouma’s face buried in his disgusting flab.
“You’re so dumb, Shuichi. Trying to hide this from me,” he mumbled with a muffled voice.
“I’m sorry, I’ll start working out with Kaito again, I-”
“No.”
Saihara felt a forceful squeeze. What, would Ouma rather help him himself?
“Don’t ever lose this. Please. You’re even more amazing like this,” he murmured in an uncharacteristically serious voice, nuzzling himself further into Saihara’s stomach.
At that moment, everything fell into place for Saihara. The treats, the constant pressure for today, the new clothing. He gave a soft smile. “Is this why you wanted to come here today?”
He could feel Ouma’s grin. “Maybe.”
The leader removed himself from the detective’s body to look up at the latter. “C’mon, Shumai! We gotta put some sunscreen on. I could help you apply yours…”
Ouma’s sultry voice made Saihara internally combust, and created an involuntary blush on the detective’s face.
this is an older fic ive had for a while but never felt like posting until now. its a short drabble that was more or less my way of indulging in my burping kink lmao
also this is the first pudgesona fic im posting!!!! (pairing: sou.yo)
“You’re pretty bad at this, partner.”
Though it wasn’t visible due to his hair, Yu raised an eyebrow at a snickering Yosuke. The two took a break from studying to play video games by the brunette’s pleading, and Yu couldn’t help but give in. Yosuke put his controller down to take a sip of his soda, grinning with a sideways glance at his partner. The silverette looked away with a huff.
Yosuke’s lips parted with the drink, setting the half-empty bottle next to him as he reached for his controller. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yu’s bottle of melon soda lay untouched next to him. Maybe he should ask if he could have it later.
The two continued to play their racing game for a bit, though Yosuke was starting to lose steam. All the soda he drank was building up pressure in his stomach, and he found himself having to keep a burp from escaping, in an attempt to not gross out Yu.
But man, it was painful.
The brunette preferred to have his bottles of cola in his own room, where he could let out a belch in peace. Few things were more satisfying than letting one loose after a large swig of the drink. Aside from spending time with his best friend, of course.
His mind tried to keep him focused on the game, but his throat was starting to hurt. Although, now that he thought about it, burping was a pretty masculine thing to do. Maybe Yu wouldn’t mind. But…
Yu was a bit feminine, he had to admit.
Between his indifference towards women and his affinity for cats and girly activities like cooking, he would most likely be disgusted at such a display. Perhaps he could try to do it subtly, and if Yu heard, he could play it cool and shrug it off.
Yeah. That seemed to be the safest option.
He could see Yu’s grey eyes were glued to the tv screen, so he took the opportunity to prepare for the release. Yosuke felt more air moving up his throat towards his mouth, and…
*urp*
“‘Scuse me,” he mumbled, almost inaudibly.
The brunette was a bit disappointed in himself. He definitely could have had a louder, more manly burp, to show off his manli-
Oh. The game was paused.
And Yu was staring right at him.
Shit. Shit. His partner heard him make such a disgusting noise. Yosuke’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, his brain scrambling to find the right words.
“Sorry, haha, guess it was all that soda, that was really gross, I’m sor-”
His words caught in his throat as Yu reached for the untouched bottle. Without saying a word, the silverette unscrewed the cap and lifted it to his mouth. Yosuke felt his jaw involuntarily drop as he witnessed his friend begin to loudly chug the whole thing. The brunette watched the large gulps of melon soda disappear down Yu’s throat, as it made rhythmic bulges. Once the bottle was emptied, Yu dropped the bottle in his lap with an exasperated sigh.
Without a second to recover from the image blessing his eyes, the silverette let out a sound that put Yosuke’s to shame.
*uuuurrrrrrpppppp!*
The deepest, loudest belch the brunette ever heard filled the room. Yu slouched a bit on the couch, placing a hand on his stomach. He flashed a toothy grin at Yosuke.
“You’re pretty bad at this, partner.”
Yosuke blinked incredulously. Was that a challenge? He returned the grin.
“I was holding back, is all.”
The next 30 minutes consisted of Yu and Yosuke going through an entire box of soda, trying to one-up each other by belching the loudest and longest. The two didn’t take into account how taxing all the liquid would be on their stomachs, though. Yosuke moaned as he rubbed his belly miserably.
“We’re such *hic* idiots, partner.”
The silverette, sprawled out on his back on the floor, turned his head slowly. “Agreed.”
Yosuke could feel the abundance of cola sloshing inside him as he tried to sit up against the couch. The movement forced another hiccup out of him, and he dearly hoped that Yu wouldn’t start a “hiccuping contest” too.
