#stuffed.ronpa

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I just realized that there’s always a week for a certain ship in the dr fandom, almost every one of them (I think) but why has nobody ever thought of doing a stuffed.ronpa week with a ship

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Taka's gluttonous punishment (Danganronpa WG fic)

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Kiyotaka didn't eat, he didn't bite, he didn't chew, he didn't swallow. It's not like he didn't want to, he was just seemingly never hungry. This tended to be an issue at mealtimes at Hope's Peak, normally he'd have a few token bites and the slip his plate over to someone else sitting near him. Today seemed different as the students of the prestigious academy sat down for breakfast, he didn't feel hungry as usual and only had a cup or two of orange juice but instead of giving his plate to someone else, he waited until everyone else was gone and just, scraped basically a full meal into the trash.

He was pacing one of the halls, doing his duties as the head hall monitor and future student council president when the oh so familiar announcement chime sounded over the P.A system

"can Kiyotaka Ishimaru please report to the auditorium"

He was taken aback, he hadn't broken any rules right? Maybe it was for something positive, like he's received an award of some kind. Only one way to find out...

As soon as Taka pushed open the auditorium doors he was immediately smacked in the face with some of the most delicious smells he'd ever been near, in the centre of the auditorium there was a feast fit for almost the entire school

"Ok" he thought "I must have been sent down to help set up some kind of celebratory lunch" that's when he too notice of the single chair at the head of the table. Before he had time to even guess what his job might be, he felt himself being pushed to the chair and forcibly sat down. A certain black and white bear appeared beside him

"So, you think you can waste perfectly good food and get away with it?" They said, a sneer to their tone

"Huh? Waste food?!" He scrambled to figure out what Monokuma was talking about, this morning's breakfast!

"Don't act dumb! You know what you did, there are starving children in the world who would do anything to have a garenteed meal like that Mr. Ishimaru and if you recall, school rules state that you must clear your plate and since you've blatantly disobeyed that rule multiple times by trading plates. iiiiit's punishment time!"

Miss Monomi came hurrying over, wearing a nurses uniform and carrying a syringe

"It's ok dear, this should only hurt a little" she said, sticking the needle into his arm and injecting the contents

"There, that little cocktail should increase your appetite and slow your metabolism to a crawl!" Monokuma announced, grabbing a turkey leg and holding it to his mouth

Taka tried to struggle but the drugs had taken effect, all he could think about was food, food, FOOD! He tore off a hunk of the turkey leg like he was a wild animal, he swallowed it down greedily, grabbing it from Monokuma and chowing down. The bear smirked, placing more food closer to the boy.

Taka ate like there was no tomorrow, reducing the turkey to a skeleton in minutes, chomping his way through mounds of mashed potatoes and chugging the gravy, stuffing more bread rolls and stuffing down his gullet than should be humanly possible but, all these excess calories began to take their toll as a basketball sized belly pushed against his uniform, his face had begun to get rounder, his lower body straining against his trousers as he continued to stuff himself.

After a while of non-stop feasting, roughly half of the food that'd been laid out had made a home in Kiyotaka's seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach. He was creeping up to having packed on almost 50 pounds of pure lard, he whimpered, pausing to fumble with the button on his pants, he let out a heave and it just, popped off his pants, he breathed a sigh of relief and resumed eating, clawing chunks out of a triple teired cake and cramming them into his greedy maw.

As he neared the end, he leaned over the table to reach his final leg of the meal, he'd grown enormous by this point, double the size he was when he'd entered the auditorium, as he lunged for a pie that was sitting on the far end of the table, his shirt tore across the hills and valleys of his back fat, he grumbled something about cheap material before tossing the shredded remains to the side, he retrieved his pie (which Monomi had already sliced up for him) and shoved the first piece into his mouth, the sweet but still slightly tart flavour of raspberries oozed over his tongue causing him to make a quiet noise of pleasure as he finished his feast.

"Pupupu, now Ishimaru, here, take a gander" the small bear presented him with a full length mirror, allowing Kiyotaka to see himself with an unclouded mind for the first time since this all started.

He gasped in horror as he saw his new bloated form, first off, he was almost completely naked besides a set of rather ill fitting underwear, his face was almost completely round, his cheeks were puffed out like a frog and he had a prominent double chin, his shoulders were soft, he had tits even Junko would envy, his limbs were like albino logs, hell, even his hands had gotten chubby, his ass filled the chair but the main event was his belly that flowed into his lap with rolls cascading down the sides, stretchmarks covered almost every part of his body giving him more stripes than a zebra.

He couldn't help but think of one of the kids in the year below him, imposter they called him, widely regarded as the fattest pupil at Hope's Peak, he wonder if they were of a similar size when he was handed a much larger version of his old uniform, he slipped it on hurriedly, appalled when it fit like a glove

"Ok, you're free to go!" Monokuma yelled after him "I hope you learnt your lesson about wasting food! If not I'll just keep bringing you back until we need a forklift just to get you out again!"

Kiyotaka waddled away solemnly, dreading people's reaction to his new appearance.

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Do you have any headcanons about Naemondo with chubby Makoto?

(If something is unclear, it's because my English is very poor akshskahsksjsksj)

HIIIII HIII YES I DO YES I DO YES I DO

- Mondo uses petnames, but very specific ones for Makoto as their relationship grows closer (Ex: Starts with babe/baby, goes to butterball)

- Makoto loves being taken for bike rides, but feels nervous the more weight he gains incase something breaks. Mondo also worries slightly less—his bike is his baby—but Makoto comes first and he will fix it if the need to is there.

- The body comparison is probably one of the most noticeable between all of my ships, Mondo is 6’2 and pretty buff, Makoto is 5’3 and chubby HEHE

- When Makoto went looking for Mondo at his gang hq (some pub/bar), he was obviously out of place and judged a little before they knew who he was. If Naegi were to go into the pub now, there would be fries and a burger on the house—minimum, Mondo would make sure he’s nice and full of drinks and food before going home for the night.

- Makoto is his own personal heater, he loves squeezing and just playing with Makoto’s extra softness in general,

- Following up on the other, Mondo is just a big tease when his boyfriend is full, as big as his hands were they are somehow not big enough to fit Makoto’s entire belly in his palm

- Mondo canonically has a habit of yelling when he’s nervous, the first time Makoto physically changed enough that his pants wouldn’t button or his hood wouldn’t zip up, it was very loud communicating on his part for the rest of the conversation

- The first time Mondo met Makoto’s family he was obviously very nervous about what they would think of him, leader of a biker gang with such a nice lil dude, but his parents are very welcoming! Plus, that’s one of the first times he’s seen Makoro *truly* full off of his mother’s cooking, and it suddenly seems obvious as to why Makoto always comes back from the holidays as big as he does.

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The part of a stuffing that Izuru enjoys, aside from the rest of it, is trying to predict what changes will happen to Makoto’s body next. Will he gain weight or will this all be absorbed and used as energy? While most things are obvious, Makoto will be taking a nap soon, or he’d like some attention to his stomach, the less foreseeable parts are what draw his attention most.

Makoto could be laying on the couch, beached and struggling to take a proper breath, Izuru will be taking mental notes of where the thinks the next stretch mark will show up, as he already has the current map memorized, he pays very close attention to the detail of his creation—and still makes sure to give it a kiss.

He analyzes and makes a list of the food he feeds him, whether it’s healthier like a steak or junk food like some chips, or a dozen cupcakes, will the result go to his arms or to his stomach? Perhaps his legs, or his ass (which would be greatly appreciated in the long run)

While he brings another forkful to Makoto’s lips, he wonders what effect this one will have. If he doesn’t get the one he wanted, be assured the cycle will continue until he gets what he wants.

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would love to see a fic based on that hinaegi idea of makoto being his taste tester 👀 either that or a kamuegi fic where makoto realizes he's gaining weight?

ORDER UP!!!! 🍿

kamu.egi option, hina.egi will probably be to come soon 😉

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He had been delighted when he heard the request that Izuru wanted to go a newly established Italian restaurant, how could he ever deny such an offer?

Makoto knew this place was more high end, so not just any simple clothes would do, not the usual stuff he’d wear on a grab and go!

He fumbled through his closet, clothes landing on the floor in piles until he could find something suitable. Naegi huffed a bout of air as what he was looking for couldn’t be seen, his blue button up that would be worn with a tie on most occasions, but he wouldn’t bother going that out tonight, he’d had a long day of work in the first place!

Plus, all of it would most likely be coming off at some point anyways..

Finding the shirt, he slipped it over his arms and shoulders, buttoning it up to find that it took a tad bit more work than it usually would. The brunet got it on anyways, looking at himself in the height length mirror to see that it looked..different. It was more snug on his arms and torso than usual, most notably his stomach that seemed to be accentuated by sudden curves that he’d never really noticed before.

Chalking it up to just a faulty shirt that he hadn’t wore in longer than assumed, he pulled out a sweater and tried it on too.

Yet again, he couldn’t quite get it comfortable.

Searching through the closet again, he heard a knock on the door. It couldn’t be anybody else than Izuru, so he responded with a hum.

“Are you alright? You are taking a while more than usual, do you need help?”

“No, I’m alright! Almost done!”

Even if no, Makoto wasn’t really almost done, all of his clothes have seemed to shrank! He eventually settled with a polo that seemed to fit relatively well enough, not squeezing his entire torso or anything, even if it was the token ‘big shirt’ that was saved for indoors…that didn’t seem very big anymore.

He shoved all the shirts in a pile and began to rummage through pants, yanking out the fancy jeans and pulling them over his feet, until they stopped mid thigh. He pulled, he jumped, groaning in frustration as his thumbs begged for mercy from being squished between skin and fabric, still trying to do what seemed impossible.

Makoto could feel the beads of sweat starting to form on the top of his forehead, laying down on his mattress with defeated huffs for breaths. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, as was done to the near rest of his wardrobe, giving up and putting on his work pants.

They were fancy enough, it would do!

Putting a watch on and a necklace for accessory purpose, he walked out and was greeted by a loving glance from his boyfriend.

“You look very endearing, my love.”

Naegi smiled as he was delivered kisses to his face, enjoying the affection from his usually reserved boyfriend. He was at times, but in else could love until the other was to melt into a puddle.

Izuru scanned over his outfit, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the same pants he’d worn earlier today, earning a look back.

“Why are you wearing your work pants, I cleaned your other ones.”

“Ah..long story.”

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Car sitting in the parking lot awhile away, the couple were close together in their booth as the waiters passed by with other foods for other customers.

The smell made his mouth water and his stomach rumble, but he couldn’t shake Izuru’s eyes off of him even as his own stared at the food passing by.

He eventually turned his own gaze and tilted his head,

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No, no. I never got an answer as to why you aren’t wearing your usual jeans, you always wear them. That is why you have almost four pairs.”

He blinked and turned over to him, nodding his head, “I think the new detergent shrunk my clothes.”

He couldn’t tell if Kamukura’s clothes had shrunk too, it didn’t look like it, but maybe he had extras that weren’t washed yet! Or, didn’t need to be washed at that moment.

“They’re all too tight, I couldn’t even get my pants up, Izuru! How do we make them go back to normal?!”

His voice was an urgent whisper-shout, leaving Naegi feeling like he was missing out on something, especially with the look his partner was giving him.

He tilted his head once again, more so as Izuru took a sip of his drink and almost seemed to be hiding back a little smile, what was so funny?

“What are you smiling about?”

His phrase was nearly cut off by a waiter as he placed two plates on the table, a hefty portion of pasta and other toppings.

He forgot about what he was trying to say, beginning to usurp the meal before either could get a word out.

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Makoto only remembered what he was trying to say when Izuru unbuttoned his pants and held the lower side of his stomach as if it was made of glass, smoothing his hands back and forth.

He hiccuped and excused himself to burp into his palm, leaning his car seat back a bit.

“Mmh..that was a lot..my bad.”

His eyes closed themselves shut as Kamukura’s palms kneaded into the surface of his belly and it’s rounded look, feeling it shift the contents around in a way that definitely did feel good, any sort of attention to a stuffed gut feels good to him..

He jostled with another hiccup, looking down with slanted eyes as Izuru lifted his shirt, only accentuating the mount and how his breathing was shallow beyond belief, insides pressing against his lungs.

He sighed as the fingers dug in, not holding in any air as to give himself a stomachache, neither of them wanted that.

Any rolls that had once been there before had stretched out into a smooth dome, sitting on his lap with its occasional groans. Izuru pampered it with no end, pressing kisses against him and murmuring how beautiful he looked to every noise his stomach made, the slight spice seemed to be stirring inside there up quite a bit.

Of course, the older one never dared to forget about the barer of this belly, giving him his own attention, pats to his hair, rubbing his chest to help breathing and getting some more air up, the abundance of kisses.. the windows even seemed to fog up with how hot the atmosphere was getting around him, it was difficult to do much when he was pinned to the seat by his own self indulgence.

Sitting close to each other, Kamukura had crawled over into the now shared seat and held Naegi’s sensitive, filled stomach with a hand and his face with the other, lips against his skin in anyway possible.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, dearest. So handsome..”

His own response was a weak whine and a burp, feeling sluggish enough to take a nap right there, but it felt too good, he really didn’t want it to stop.

Turning the gears in his brain as his boyfriend continued to affection, holding him as if he was expectant, he realized it wasn’t the detergent that shrunk his clothes, nothing close to.

But really, he couldn’t say he minded that fact one bit.

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Guys I’m SO in the mood for angst right now but also incorporating the usual themes on my blog ;)

Makoto and Izuru are both helping each other heal fresh out of the HPA results and are expecting an addition to their family, but when Makoto implies the idea of the NWP he has Izuru’s help to code and build and also convince the other remnants to join them, saying something alluring like ‘imagine how despairful needing to lay still for days and days would be’ and the others are immediately in a straight line

It’s takes awhile to plan an entire thing behind a whole foundation’s back so I imagine Makoto would also pretty far in his pregnancy by that point and very very excited for Izuru to come back out so they could continue planning and really preparing in their own actual place, but ??? When he’s waiting by Izuru’s pod he sees it open to show and gets greeted with Hajime instead !????!!??! 😢😢😢

So now Makoto has a child with the DNA of a man that technically doesn’t exist ?! CRIES SO HARD

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hihi!!:D i saw your post asking for some short little ship writes….i don’t know if that post still stands but if you’re still open to them, maybe some Leon X Mondo …..mmaaaybbee only if you’re down with it. But if you are, do what you want with it:))

and—not to keep adding more onto this, sorry…—if you do throw any WG into this, maybe it could be on Leon’s end? wink wink, but I don’t wanna make u feel forced, again, do wherever you want!

Leon x Mondo anon can I be your biggest fan please

Winter season’s a comin’

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Ship : Leomondo

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Early November meant that many summer or spring activities came to stop, people start to be seen outside wearing mittens and scarfs, sneakers transferred to boots, and sport season shifted.

When baseball came to a stop Leon didn’t really know what he was supposed to do most days, as they were usually filled with the torment of waking up for practice, feeling sore, eating and going to sleep, wake up again and repeat.

There were positives for sure, spending more time with his friends and he was actually able to take showers longer than 10 minutes!

Sitting down and actually enjoying a meal felt a little different, especially with the added ingredient of love..

Mondo decided to experiment at the house too, since the roads were a bit too icy to bike safely, they both hung up their uniforms and called it a month or two, they’d take a well deserved break with each other and catch up a little! It was well worth the time off.

“What’dya lookin’ at?”

Mondo walked in, looking as handsome as ever—his hair down, the usual white wife beater on and some throw on pants—a plate in his hands. He didn’t even realize he was starting, wiping a hand over his face before looking away, mostly to rid the dust of pink on his face.

“Nothing..what are you holding?”

He plopped himself down on the couch with a huff, looping his arm around Kuwata’s shoulder while placing the dish on his lap. “Cookies. I didn’t wanna burn nothin’ so I went with the simple stuff..”

He looked down and felt his heart flutter, chocolate cookies in the shape of a heart, probably brown to cover up the fact that they were crispy dark on the bottom, smart thinking! Not to mention, they were funky shaped hearts, the thought alone was enough to make him smile.

“..Thanks, Mondo!”

He grunted and nodded his head, but truthfully he appreciated the compliments on his mediocre baking. It was rough start for sure, his cake ended up as a circular brick that was hard enough to crack teeth, so the bright thing to do was not serve anything puke inducing to his boyfriend.

Leon took his time munching away with some dramatic movie playing on the living room tv, they were a bit crunchy for sure, but the taste was refreshing after a savoury meal; and it sure did satisfy his sweet tooth!

Not only, Owada left and came back a few minutes later with root-beer mudshake, the creamy vanilla mixing with the tangy, yet sweet root flavour. Leon didn’t waste any time gulping it down, washing the chocolatey flavour away with it.

He raised his fist and belched into it, earning an impressed pat on the back, grinning and pulling the blanket over his legs a bit more.

“I never took you for the baking type, what’s up with that?”

Mondo gave his neck a few scratches and shrugged yet again, he was always strangely awkward for such a tough biker!

“Y’a play a lot, plus, you’re cute when y’a get somethin’ sweet..”

His red hair was tousled with a palm, and a finger was suddenly shoved right in his gut. “Woah!”

It wasn’t too shocking when it sank in further than the both of them expected, especially with the amount of eating, napping and lazing around he’s done..and napping.

“Aw, dude..”

He lifted his shirt and pulled the hem of his pants out, seeing the red line marks on his tum from the tight waistband, undoing the knot and pulling them down so they sat around his hips loosely.

If he wasn’t shocked about the poking enough, a calloused hand found its way to his middle, a bit shocked at how good that felt after eating all those cookies and swigging down that booze.

His breath came out as a relieved moan, deflating into the couch as the hand moved the soft skin around, a shiver sent down his spine when one of those fingers moved down to his happy trail and back up.

Kuwata found himself entranced as his lips were pressed against the other’s, carding his hands through the other’s mullet, the taste of booze amplified, a hand holding onto the back of his neck. Maybe a little chub couldn’t hurt if this is the reward..

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Kamu.kura or well Haji.me really… weightlifting arc once he realize, “well shit Makoto certainly isn’t 115lbs anymore” after trying to bridal style carry him😳

IM SO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK A LONG TIME IT MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST IM GETTING MY GROOVE BACK !!

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Carrying Makoto to bed was no longer a strange thing, whether he would be sleeping or somehow unable to get there on his own..he didn’t mind it at all, if anything he preferred being able to treat his partner like the prince he was.

He had a bunch of scenarios that used to be irregular at some point but soon turned into something he really enjoyed truthfully, being able to see this side of Naegi that no one else ever had, it was Hajime’s guilty pleasure.

Changing his clothes after a lengthy meal that resulted in some spilling, easing him into a warmth bath while calming an ache in his stomach, watching the air heave it’s way out of his mouth with every breath, it was mesmerizing, he couldn’t help but simply stare at the changes figure, the changes that he caused.

Hinata felt pride at that fact.

He calmly swept a piece of hair out of Makoto’s face, damp with sweat as it stuck to his forehead. His cheeks upturned when the younger male whimpered out a small burp, the sound being the only noise in the room aside from the heavy breathing and his boyfriends little murmurs of praise.

Makoto took Hajime’s hand and placed the palm on his aching gut, ushering him to move it around and leant his head back onto the headrest when his request was fulfilled. Another gust of air slipped out of his lips, followed by a deep groan that came right from his chest.

“You’re doing so well, baby.. I don’t think there’s anyone as handsome as you!”

He couldn’t hold back the pink that rose up on his cheeks when the words flowed through his ears like a song of the gods, only fuelling him further.

He had to reel his head back to reality every few seconds, some primal voice in his brain urging him further to consume more of anything around him, physically knowing he couldn’t take anymore. The outmost part of his belly was a soft pinkened colour even with the layer of fat over it, he had gone to his near limit.

A low belch forced its way out of his lips, feeling his pipe rumble with the force, giving some sort of inner relief to the building pressure in his stomach. His hums were soft and his breath was raspy, stuck to the couch like he had been glued to it.

“Too much..”

He raised his head to a little puff of laughter, seeing his boyfriend staring with mooning eyes that could be seen from yards away, he clearly enjoyed the sight in front of him. Pushing another burp upwards—the soda didn’t seem like a wise decision now that he thought about it—Makoto ushered towards their room and stretched upwards, signalling two things. He wanted to be picked up, and he was horribly tired..

Hajime got up on his own feet, standing right in front of the beached male and wrapped his arms around his plush waist and gave a little tug upwards, feeling a twinge in his back and legs. That was new.

“Hajime?”

He hasn’t realized he had zoned out, keeping a solid hold around his hips as he lifted with seemingly all of his might, knees starting to wobble under him. Turns out, Makoto is much heavier when stuffed than regularly, which Hajime had never needed to notice..

Naegi’s eyebrows raised through his sleepy haze, looking down at the floor and his surroundings that weren’t moving, why weren’t they moving?

The supposedly strong man’s cheeks were bright red and he could feel some sweat forming on his neck just from holding Naegi up like that, huffing all his air out with a heave. A few steps over and his legs buckled, sending them both barreling down to the couch with a loud thump!

He had definitely noticed Naegi was getting much harder to carry the past few weeks, even the past few days..but not to the point where he couldn’t even get a few steps over?!

Sprawled awkwardly across the sofa, Makoto groaned into his palm and gave a thick swallow, the contents of his stomach being quite agitated from the sudden downfall. Hajime was regaining his breath and taking a moment to rid himself of the pain in his legs and back. They took a few breaths and collected themselves, both sitting up in silence.

Makoto wasn’t too sure what was going on, and Hajime was more embarrassed than he’d been in his entire life..what kind of dude fattens up his boyfriend and then can’t even lift him? As hot as that really was..he liked doing it!

“Hajime? What just happened?”

“Uhm..I’ll get the blankets, we can sleep on the couch tonight..”

They seemed to have made a silent agreement that a gym membership would need to be renewed sometime very soon.