#stuffing writing

[sneakysnoo]

7k and i have made it to the portion of the fic with The Goods time to crack this bitch like a cadbury egg

[sneakysnoo]

i really wish i had someone who was as insane about stuffing/wg/guro as me to gush about my fic project to nobody understands puppy 🥺 nobody will just let me be a twisted fucking cycle path about guts

[sneakysnoo]

new chapters almost done YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEE

[slinkinginshadows]

'One more bite, the i`ll rub your poor little stuffed belly' prompt with halloween death shipping :3c?

(Flipped the usual script I use on this, heh)

Ryou groaned, curling his toes inside their boots. His mask was discarded, makeup ran down his face, and his stomach was full of two full bags of sugary, thick candy.

“Mmmm...”

“You said you’d finish it.” Mariku held an unwrapped peanut butter cup, fingers coated in half-melted chocolate that was also smeared over Ryou’s lips. 

“Ugh...” Ryou cradled his throbbing tummy, sweat dripping down his forehead and the belly itself. His cheeks were warm. “I didn’t realize you’d filled yours that much.“ As much as it was thrilling to be full, the sugar and thick caramel inside was starting to cause quite a stir inside of him.

“Well, I wanted to make it a challenge. Now, one more bite, and then I’ll rub your poor little stuffed belly.” Mariku said, using his free hand to smear chocolate in an ‘X’ across Ryou’s sensitive, swollen gut. 

Ryou considered that for a moment, before opening his mouth with a soft ‘ah’, and had the peanut butter cup set on his tongue. He barely tasted them anymore, too full and tongue coated in sweets, so he simply chewed and swallowed, feeling it slide down his throat. The second he did, mouth was were covered by Mariku’s, and he licked Ryou’s lips clean before sucking on his fingers to get the chocolate off of them.

When his wet fingertips touched Ryou’s warm belly he moaned, practically arching up into the cool touch, and a symphony of hiccups and burps bubbled up as strong hands worked the tight mass inside.

“You’re so cute when you look helpless,” Mariku whispered, and to that, Ryou grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down on the couch, rolling over to straddle him, swollen belly resting on top of Mariku’s chubby one.

“Less helpless than you’d think.” Ryou said with a flushed smile, before leaning down. “But I’ll be your prisoner if you’d like.”

The small keening sound Mariku made when Ryou’s churning stomach weighted him down said he’d like that very much.

[slinkinginshadows]

(For sonadow feeding) do you think that the feeder would cuddle and snuggle into the feedees fat when done with stuffing? Like acting all affectionate. Even if it were some mutual stuffing thing, 2 stuffed hogs lazily splayed out on the couch

They loved how soft the other could be. After stuffings, Sonic’s tummy was packed tight with food, and Shadow’s was the same, although his had a layer of fat that cushioned his groaning stomach.

“I’m never eating again.” Shadow muttered, draping himself over the couch, and Sonic lazily rubbed a hand over his boyfriend’s gut.

“Yeah, you are. This is all gonna digest into jiggly fat, and then you’re gonna eat even more, until you’re-”

“Leave the dirty talk for during the session, right now I feel like I’m going to pop.” Shadow threw a hand over his face, and Sonic settled his head on the other hog’s stomach, the weight forcing out a loud belch from Shadow and a sigh of relief. “That’s better.”

“That mean you’re gonna have something else? There’s still some ice cream...” Sonic teased, but Shadow rolled his eyes and pressed his hand against Sonic’s head, forcing him further into what little give there was on his stomach. “Sounds like you’re churning up a storm in there. Can’t wait until this aaaaaaaaall melts.”

“Don’t forget you. You ate twice as much as I did, you’ve got to gain something from this.”

“Yeah, I hope so.” Sonic fondled his belly, watching it bounce slightly. “You’re soft as hell when you’re empty, and I want you to be able to feel that. on me.” 

“Next time, I’m going to force so much food down your throat you won’t be able to run for a week.” Shadow said, laying a possessive hand on Sonic’s stomach and pushing down enough to force a burp out of him.

“I’d like to see you try.” Sonic inched closer, until he was facing Shadow, their bellies pressing together, before whispering “I actually would. I wantchya to stuff me until I can barely breathe, and then do whatever you want. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

The sudden weight touching between Sonic’s legs and the flush on his partner’s cheeks said that he would.