#stuffing tw

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

Phobos making sure you're fed

>:)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ”Open wide, darling,” he whispered, pushing yet another slice of cake into your mouth. You whined uncomfortably as your god straddled you, handfeeding you like a pet.

You struggled to force the decadence down your throat, whimpering painfully. Phobos, taking notice, began to massage your belly. “Come now, my dear, you can keep going.”

You mumbled. “No…”

The god frowned. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen it.” He rubbed your cheek between his fingers.

You whimpered. “Please, Phobos…” your eyes widened in fear as you watched him grab another slice of chocolate cake.

“Hm. No.”

[delsicle]

late night thought is Louis with tummy ache after a big stuffing day in prep for his movie 🥺

aw I love the thought of Harry comforting him after this....soaping him up in the shower, lathering his tight tum with lotions and oils, giving it soft, slow rubs, fixes him a nice cup of herbal tea to digest what’s in his belly, all while he kisses him and tells him he did so well and then cuddles him until Louis finds a comfortable position to fall asleep 

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

Can you do prompt of Hank stuffing 2B?

YES OFC

~~~~~~~~~ Doc sighed as he relaxed into the pillows, prepared for a meal in bed- courtesy of his partner, Hank.

Hank hummed. “You sure about this, babe?” They poked Doc’s flat tummy. “I don’t wanna give you a tummy ache…

The inventor huffed impatiently. “This was your idea, dummy. Let’s go on with it.” He snuggled further into the bed.

“Well alright then,” Hank muttered, spooning ice cream to his waiting partner. Doc cooed happily as the spoonful was pushed into his mouth, the rich treat oozing down his throat.

Doc made grabby paws for Hank, and Hank obliged with a chuckle, continuing to spoon feed his partner until the bowl was empty. God, full already? Cmon…

Hank grabbed another bowl. “Open wide.”

Doc obeyed, opening his jaws for Hank to slip in more sweet, decadent ice cream. He groaned softly, rubbing his still-flat belly.

Hank noticed this and began to knead Doc’s tummy. “Full so soon? Awww.” He teased.

The inventor whined as his stomach was massaged, gulping down the ice cream. “Can’t take any more,” he whimpered.

His partner only chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

[raises hand]

[points at any MAG]

big bois need lots of food but,,, what if someone misplaced a 0 on the chart of how many pounds of grunt meat was needed for one of em

-soup

:eyes: :eyes:

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Ducky whimpered as another chunk of flesh was forced into their mouth. They had tried politely to ask the mechanics to stop the machine, but the workers payed no heed. And now, poor Ducky was too big to leave their seat.

"Shtob it," they moaned painfully, whining as they heard the mechanics laugh.

"The chart says you get 3,000 pounds and 3,000 pounds you'll get. Quit complaining," one hissed, "You're lucky to be fed at all."

Poor Ducky turned their head, a chunk of meat being pushed into their cheek. "Eat it, moron, or we'll let you starve next time."

Ducky shivered. I suppose fattening up a little is better than slimming down a whole lot, they decided, turning their head and opening their mouth. The fatty, grey meat tasted awful but if it meant more next week. . . it'd be worth it.

"Yeah, that's it big guy," a mechanic sneered, "Eat up."

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

How about Deimos overstuffing himself??

hehehe. . .

~~~~~~~~~~

Deimos was positively stuffed. He rubbed his aching belly and tried to stand up, only to find that he was too tired and heavy. "Fuuuck. . . I've really done it this time, huh?"

The short little (not so little anymore) gunner was known for his snacking tendancies, but half the fridge? It's like he was on a mission to fatten himself up.

He groaned and leaned back, absentmindedly playing with his plump tummy. "God, Doc is gonna kill me. . . Mh. . ." He burped softly and moaned.

"But maybe it won't be all bad."

[baby-blues-and-pastel-hues]

hofnarr prompt go -big

-rubs my silly hands together- ok i can do this

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hofnarr whimpered, rubbing his swollen tummy. "Oh, goodness. . ." He let out a tiny burp and whined.

Hofnarr'd eaten far too much that day, but he wasn't close to done. Even after the pasta, eggs, pie, burgers, and icecream, he still had to finish his final challenge: The cake.

The whole thing.

He knew he'd get laughed at, come tomorrow, but. . . he just needed it! The thought of more food resting in his already full belly drove him on, and he reached out for the cake, prepared to finish it.

He whimpered and grumbled as he determidly ate, trying to distract himself with thoughts of only getting bigger. A pain in his stomach had begun to grow, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

After a few messy, slow moments, Hofnarr leaned back in his seat and squished his belly. "Fuck, this is gonna hurt in the morning."

[whhaaaaaaaat-blog]

Inanimate Insinity- Bickel Betting You Was A Bad Idea --------------------- Nickel and Baseball were taking a break from the competition and sitting at the kitchen bar at Hotel OJ. Both were contemplating about what to do about their alliance. "Look man, I don't know why you'd want to shove away Suitcase just because she is getting along with Balloon." Baseball argued, looking towards the window, Suitcase and Balloon playing in a field of flowers. "Because she's with HIM! Don't you get that he is taking her away from us?!" Nickel yelled, slamming his foot on the bar. Baseball sighed and turned to Nickel. "Alright, alright, don't get your legs in a knot." Nickel sighed and went to the fridge, pulling out a couple of mint muffins. He hands one to Baseball, eating the other one. Baseball bites into the muffin, enjoying the flavor of spearmint and chocolate. "You're enjoying yourself way too much." Nickel said, watching Baseball crunch into the muffin. "You enjoy yourself putting down Balloon, though." Nickel almost lost it, biting his tongue to keep himself from letting loose his anger on Baseball. He then thought of something, something clever in his mind. "If you can down anything I give you, I will stop putting Balloon down." Nickel betted, showing Baseball his muffin as an example. Baseball looked at Nickel, then sighed. "If it'll stop you from putting down our alliance..." Nickel fished out a ton of food from the storage from Hotel OJ's storage room. Nickel got out a spoon and scooped out some Nutella. "Open up." Nickel asked. Baseball did as was told and opened up, eating the spoonful of Nutella. Soon enough the jar of Nutella was gone, making Nickel move on to cans of sliced fruit. Baseball kept doing as told and kept eating whatever Nickel shoved in his face. "You quit, Baseball?" Baseball shook his head, still going strong. Nickel shoved the rest of the fruit down Baseball's throat. Baseball licked the remaining syrup left on his mouth. After about an hour, Baseball was beginning to have an upset stomach from the many combinations of food, occasionally burping to relieve himself. Nickel's way of getting his way was a bit stupid. "How in the heck are you not full, man?" Nickel said, grabbing a tub of ice cream. He shoved the whole tub and dumped the ice cream down Baseball's throat. Baseball burped again, groaning softly afterwards. Nickel then went to grab a huge container of Yogurt. Baseball widened his eyes, looking at Nickel with a shocked expression. "Nickel-" Nickel didn't listen and shoveled a spoonful of yogurt into Baseball's mouth. Baseball swallowed down massive spoonfuls of yogurt, feeling more sick. Nickel smirked and put down the spoon. "What's wrong, Baseball? I thought you could hold all this stuff down!" "I can, but I'm just having trouble with the yogurt." Baseball said, but getting more yogurt shoved down his throat. After about a half hour and one yogurt tub later, Baseball wasn't feeling good at all. Nickel came back with a small container of gummies. "Nickel, no more... I'm really full..." Baseball hiccuped, "You win." Nickel dropped everything and screamed in victory, saying that he can scream at Balloon and do whatever he wants. Baseball moaned in pain and rolled over onto his side, making Nickel turn to him. "You feeling alright, man?" "No..." Baseball replied. Nickel started to feel bad for what he did to Baseball, but it was all worth it in his mind. "This may be weird, but do you want me to rub you or something?" Nickel asked, having Baseball nod to him pitifully. Nickel went over to Baseball and began massaging him, hearing Baseball sigh in relief. "If I ever agree to do another bet from you, promise me you won't let me do it again, EVER." Both promised to never do this again, but will it be promised? ----------------———-
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[pit-of-maggots]

Beata Maria trying to give a normal sermon to her flock but literally nobody is listening to her bc everyone's too busy pampering the gravid old fly beast while he's at his worst just stuffing himself silly with raw meat, frothing at the mouth and purring + getting careless and sloppy as he gradually loses control over keeping his human form and she just stands there, completely unphased, like:

"I take you lot under my wing. I give you a home, a place to belong. I give you strenght. And this is the thanks I get?"

Don't listen to her she's just being melodramatic and grouchy