Imagining a tourist on vacation amazed by all the unique foods they can try for the first time, making sure they have breakfast, lunch and dinner along with several snacks to try absolutely everything. Ordering full meals at least three times a day with all the sides to not miss out on a single thing!
Hitting the point every day where they feel just too full to keep going, their abdomen straining agsinst their shirt and pants button fighting to stay closed, but its a once in a lifetime experience! They certainly won't get to try it again, so they finish this meal. Then the next. Then when walking just to find something else they HAVE to try! Following their nose from place to place.
Of course they can't forget about desserts, some sweet, some savory, trying them all right before seeing an ice cream shop with flavors they've never seen before. Of course they need to test these flavors out! Maybe they'll have a new favorite to make at home.
And if their clothes get a little tight its the perfect chance to buy some clothing keepsakes, just in a size or two larger than the ones they have at home. Larger touristy shirts which should be loose but are just tight along their belly.
Just to travel to another town or city or state or country with different variations (or even the same location but trying different locations with the same foods), just to do the same thing all over again until its time to go home. Maybe learning to make some of the delicious dishes they tried, maybe planning another trip to try out new foods. All while carrying an even larger appetite with them.
I saw on your commissions sheet that you love writing about stuffing. This isn’t a commission, I’m short on cash at the moment, but could you write a little story about stuffing me until I look pregnant and well overdue? My pronouns are he/him and I have a serious praise kink, especially with stuffing.
Since I'm already on a stuffing roll today (check out my latest commission if you haven't already), I figured it was high time to finish up this one for you, Anon.
TW: Stuffing
We learned early on in our relationship that you had a thing for being fed, and I quickly learned that I enjoyed feeding you almost as much. Something about your submission and the sight of your rounded belly just did something good for both of us. So as time went on, it felt only natural to explore our newfound interests together.
It started out simple, an occasional weekend scene where we discovered the boundaries of your stomach and learned to gently push them. Neither of us was into seeing you gain weight; no, what we wanted was to see your belly temporarily swell up round and tight, protruding almost obscenely from your torso like you'd gotten knocked up. And damn, the times we had once we figured that out… I don't think either of us realized how hot sex could be before that day.
So that's how we ended up in my kitchen, the table covered in the remains of your favorite foods while you cradle your fuzzy, bloated belly and offer me a weak smile. You get so shy, though I can never figure out why. Your shirt is rucked up around your chest to show off how big you've gotten, and you've unbuttoned your pants to get more comfortable while your belly hangs over your lap. Gods, you look like you're well past your 'due date', and the sight is enough to leave my cock throbbing.
I can't believe how gorgeous you look like this. I just want to drop to my knees in front of you and worship that belly, or spread you across the table like yet another decadent dish and pleasure you until you scream. Maybe both.
Fuck, there's even a bit of whipped cream decorating the corner of your mouth, and you're just so perfect that I want to lick it off.
I hope you realize what you've done to me. I hope you understand why the sight of you like this turns me into an insatiable, horny mess.
I just can't get enough of you when you look like you're stuffed full of my baby.
Commission for: @wannabedad
Word count: 575
Prompt: An mpreg fantasy with the carrier nearing term with a single baby and being stuffed until they look like they’re carrying twins instead. Loving and heavy on the praise.
TW: Stuffing
I know it hasn’t been that long since we ate dinner, but I’ve made some things for you that I think you’ll like. It’s got to be hard to keep yourself satisfied when you’re eating for two, especially with your due date coming up tomorrow, so I may have gone a little overboard. But can you blame me, when I just want to keep both of my boys well-fed?
That’s why I helped you settle in your favorite chair in the living room, kissed your cheek, and returned to the kitchen to gather all of the goodies I’ve put together for you. My special treat, just like you used to enjoy back in the days when your womb wasn’t stretched full of our baby.
I love the way your eyes go wide when you first see the tray, like you haven’t already seen me pull out such a thing countless times before for our games. It’s piled high with all sorts of delicate sweets, like decadent pastries filled with custards and creams, cakes layered with homemade buttercream icing, muffins filled with fruit, and cookies studded with your favorite candies. All of them fresh, and all of them for you, even though they couldn’t hold a candle to your own inherent sweetness.
You’ll try a bite or two for me, won’t you? Good boy.
Piece by piece, I lift them to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth before gently pressing a bit inside. There’s no pressure for you to eat anything you don’t want, nor to eat more than you’re comfortable with, but then you’ve always enjoyed pleasing me, haven’t you?
You love how I run my fingers along your cheek when your teeth sink into that first warm-from-the-oven croissant, casually feeling your jaw work as you chew. You lean happily into my hand when you need to take a short break, eager to feel the gentle scrape of nails against your scalp. And it’s hard to tell which of us is happier when my hand keeps finding its way to your belly, stroking the taut dome to feel our baby squirm inside you while you indulge.
Of course, the more you eat, the tighter and bigger your belly gets. You start to slow down as your stomach grows heavier, finding it more and more difficult to swallow, though my hands continue to bring offerings to your lips.
You aren’t done yet, are you? We both know you can take a little more. Open your mouth, darling, and show me how much you appreciate my attention. There’s still room in your tummy for a few more pastries, a bit more cake, maybe even a morsel of icing licked from my fingers.
I’ll press kisses to your cheeks when you start to struggle, your cheeks flushing and your abdomen uncomfortably tight. You know that you’re my favorite, don’t you? You know how much I adore you, and how everything I made was baked out of love for you? We don’t want that to go to waste.
Accept my love, sweetheart. Eat some more for me. You make me so happy when you do.
By the time you finally finish off that tray, and you’re left looking like you’re pregnant with two babies rather than one, you’ll practically be in a food coma. And I’ll spend the rest of the evening rubbing your straining belly and showering you with my praise.
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following up what last anon said, what's a gas kink? 🧍🏻
LOL. One of the artists I follow does stuffing/emeto kink art, so it's stuff in that arena--big bloated stomachs and stomachaches and occasional puking or what have you. And it's not my kink but I really love their style and a lot of it's kind of funny on top of the kink element so I enjoy it regardless.
With Beej having a thing for Stuffing, does he ever feed his partner, or is his partner always the one feeding the Bug? Would Vore ever play a part in feeding, or is that a harsh no?
i’m assuming this is mostly just a question instead of a prompt so i will respond accordingly!
he absolutely would feed his partner too, given that they’re into being into a feedee of course!
mutual stuffing sessions? yes please!
no matter how much his partner likes to eat though, it’s kinda clear he will always eat more than them unless he’s intentionally holding back.
it takes him a LOT to get full, and even when he’s full he often keeps going cause, uh oh, his pants are getting tighter both around his waist and dick 😏
his favorite things to snack on are junk food, of course, salty and sweet things his favorite
he can and WILL eat non food items if need be though. he can save you a trip to the garbage can by eating the cardboard pizza box along with all the pizza inside of it
he absolutely adores belly rubs after the fact, he all but melts when his partner gives him tummy rubs after a big stuffing session
i am, admittedly, a fan of vore myself, though i know many are not, so here’s where to stop reading if vore squicks you out!! ty!
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so i think that if he knows his partner is into vore, he’d be more than happy to indulge them
both as pred and prey. of course, his powers make it so that neither of you actually get harmed in the process
he honestly likes the process for how close and intimate it is...also if his partner is prey they can totally give him INTERNAL belly rubs too! which is just as enjoyable for him as the external ones
This is actually what I wrote or tried to write for @prismportrait ‘s birthday, but a lot of health-related shit got in my own way so I’m so sorry this took me forever.
In which Papyrus proposes a holiday. It’s really not within Grillby’s wheelhouse.
It had been about a week since the album dropped and life was, at least for Grillby slowly returning to some sort of normalcy. The group had gone their separate ways for the present, although that admittedly didn’t mean much as Sans, Papyrus and Jerry had accompanied him back to New Snowdin.
Sans in particular had taken up residence in the bar, and seemed to almost be pretending that the past few months had never happened. Maybe that was just his way of dealing. His magic was back to his usual blue, and he’d even started a tab, despite having more than enough money to pay for his food out of pocket. Papyrus had friends from school that he wanted to see and Jerry often could be overheard telling anyone who would listen that he was a big deal now. He’d even seen Undyne once who had come to bring a gift as well for Dogaressa’s new pup, who was indeed very cute.
Grillby for his own part had been officially sidelined in the bar and that was fine with him. His sister Agni fussed on him a bit, seemed to be doing a standup job taking over as the future proprietor of Grillby’s and every so often dropped some hints that she had something of a crush on Papyrus. Well, that was alright even if the notion that Papyrus would ever have a partner was somewhat slim to none.
He settled down to read a few books he’d been meaning to get to and was only a few chapters into ‘THE WOODS’ by Frank P. Cube when he was startled by his phone buzzing and out of habit, pulled it out. That's funny, it was off. Which made sense, as they'd made a pact to turn off all their band-related communication while they rested. This was his vacation too. A reward for a job well done.
The phone buzzed on. Who would be....
He scrambled for his personal mobile phone. No one knew the number except his family and...the members of Subterrani---oh. He jabbed at the ‘answer’ button with a fair amount of frustration.
"Sans, what IS it?"
"OH MISTER GRILLBY! IT IS NOT MY BROTHER, BUT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"
Wrong skeleton brother, but, ultimately much easier to deal with. Probably looking for Sans. “I’m sure your brother’s down in the bar, Papyrus. My dad’ll send him home when he’s had enough of him.”
There was something of a long pause, interspersed with a few quiet and uncharacteristically nervous-sounding ‘Nyeh’s’. Grillby was sat upright now, mind cycling through everything that would cause Papyrus distress, everything that could have happened to every member of the band.
“WELL, YOU SEE...I WAS MISSING US, THAT IS, THE BAND. AND, I WAS HOPING WE COULD GO ON A HOLIDAY. TOGETHER!” he blurted all at once.
“Papyrus, it’s a nice thought, but do you really want to get into that tour bus again?”
“NO! MY BROTHER CAN SHORTCUT US THERE!”
“I...see.” Grillby considered that Sans actually might. Papyrus was easily the most likely to get him to do ANYTHING. “Well. That sounds rather nice, actually.” Visions of splendid resorts danced through his head, nice rooms to stay in, maybe a spa and a fabulous kitchen where Sans could park himself instead of whining at Grillby to cook for him nine or ten times a day.
On the other hand.
“Are you sure you don’t want just the band?” Actively having time to himself where the group was far, far away and fending for themselves sounded heavenly.
“YOU ARE A MEMBER OF OUR BAND, JUST AS MUCH AS US!”
Grillby’s heart went out to Papyrus. “Thanks Papyrus. Alright. I daresay I’d be happy to join you.” Bless the Skeleton. He was such a sweet, loyal...
***
...EVIL. MISLEADING. ...worse. Than. Sans. Grillby was going to kill Papyrus (figuratively, he supposed). ‘Holiday’ apparently meant log cabin in the middle of freaking nowhere. Staring miserably at his suit and suitcase which was filled with more suits, nice vests and everything non-conducive to a camping trip, he wondered what he was going to do.
“ISN’T THIS WONDERFUL EVERYONE!? HUMANS ENJOY DOING THIS AS A BONDING EXERCISE! I HAVE READ ABOUT IT!”
Yes. Humans also had nice chrome kitchens and facilities and went to hotels as families.
“AND! WE CAN EAT WHAT WE CATCH!”
Every face whipped around to face Sans so fast that they completely missed the look of utter disgust that had crossed the manager’s face.
“Awesome plan Papyrus. Hey, how much does everyone wanna bet Sans ain’t gonna last a day?” Undyne laughed, pumping her fist. With her lightning fast reflexes and spears she could have fed them all on her own, but the idea of a competition appealed to her.
“WELL THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD PREFER NOT TO BECOME INVOLVED IN ANY BETTING.”
“Hm.” Muffett’s many eyes narrowed. “Perhaps I too will hang onto my money. She turned to her husband Fenrir. “Darling are you in?”
The wolf-monster howled an affirmative.
Jerry nodded. “They make you pay for wi-fi here. I’m going to take that bet.”
Grillby shrugged and turned away. Betting against Sans never turned out well. Besides he had to think as to how he was going to deal with slimy water-dwelling creatures and...ugh, maybe there were nuts and berries and stuff. He at least knew what to eat and what would poison him.
Might as well make the best of it. He could probably stay in the cabin for a fair amount of time. Grillby didn’t exactly hate nature, but everything in it was so flammable...and alive. And crawling.
“Well excuse you. Rude, much?” Sans shrugged but didn’t say anything more than that. Small mercies.
“Just truth.” Undyne shot back, but swiftly lost interest in what apparently wasn’t going to be a shouting match with Sans and turned to Papyrus. “Let’s go find the lake! Last one in’s Jerry!”
“Hey guys not cool.” the lumpy little spud whined, but overall the group dispersed, with Muffett and Fenrir heading to their own cabin, Undyne and Papyrus stripping to swim gear and dashing off and Sans sidling up to the fire monster.
“Listen. I’ll cut you in on a deal.”
“Such as?”
“I know this shit isn’t your thing, you ponce.”
“I should say not. There is no way I am fishing anything out of that water-filled lake.” Grillby didn’t exactly deny the rest of it. “What kind of deal?”
“I kill it, you grill it. Get it?”
Grillby didn’t laugh. Regardless of how Sans intended to follow through with this challenge, it was undoubtedly the closest he was going to get to come to getting out of here with his dignity and his suits intact.
“Plus I’ll let you have a cut of whatever I trap. You don’t have to dirty your precious gloves and I don’t have to cook. Win-win.”
Grillby considered the offer seriously. He couldn’t be sure what Sans would ‘gift’ him, but not playing around with dead animals sounded wonderful. Sure he touched raw meat in the bar, but ground mince and other things came in from a supplier. On the other hand, well, he knew he’d lost weight since sharing living space with Sans. He wasn’t sure how much but his suits didn’t hang on him in the old, smooth way anymore and he’d been the subject of much scrutiny by his family upon getting home.
"Oh very well." he agreed and no sooner had he done so then Sans winked out of existence. Having not much choice about questioning it further, Grillby headed into the cabin, peering up at the sky as he went. How many clouds were there out here? If it rained, he wasn't going to be caught out.
***
Papyrus was having the time of his life, dodging out of the way as Undyne cannonballed next to him, still splashing him thoroughly. He swiftly splashed back, and the two of them got into a little friendly sparring. It felt like old times, when the two of them had been all about being in charge of a new ‘above ground royal guard’ (without having any idea of what that would truly mean. It was just kid-stuff) . This was simply familiar and therefore relaxing. Even with all the noise they were making it was just so calm and he loved it out here, just him and all the friends he always knew he would make one day. Even his brother seemed to be enjoying himself. - Sans might be lazy but Papyrus knew that he'd find a way to get around the 'eat what you catch' rule without having to pay a dime on the bets against him. Papyrus knew better than to bet against his brother, not that he would have anyway, but he also had grown up with him and not once had Sans ever failed in his duties as a caretaker. He was incredibly resourceful when he needed to be. He thought of telling Undyne that but she wouldn’t have listened.
Her loss.
After awhile, the two of them had tired and of course they had to let the water settle before going fishing; they wouldn't catch much if they tried after probably scaring all the fish into the weeds.
"Hey Papyrus. Best idea ever." Undyne carefully toweled off her prosthetic arm, digging the towel into the crevices. She stopped, evidently satisfied with the situation and tossed him a beer from the cooler - the one thing they'd brought that couldn't be caught. "Heads up, nerd."
Papyrus caught it and cracked it open, choosing to sip at it slowly rather than chugging it as Undyne did. She settled back with a belch and closed her eye. Papyrus on the other hand had no intention of sleeping. There was still too much to explore.
He left Undyne to her nap and picked the opposite way from Jerry, who had climbed up a rock outcropping over the lake with his ever-present mobile, evidently hoping to locate better wifi on higher ground, and went into the woods instead, sipping slowly at his drink as he found a path of sorts through the foliage. Leaves were just starting to turn colours. He'd never seen that before in New Snowdin and it was truly a sight.
Something rustled, breaking through his peaceful reverie and he swung around, summoning a bone to defend against a potential Undyne ambush.
With no battle cry forthcoming, he looked down. Some little spiny creature was staring up at him, apparently less than amused by his long femur or dramatic battle stance. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was clutching a beer in his free hand.
"HELLO WOODLAND CREATURE! I AM CALLED THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND WHAT ARE YOU?"
The spiny thing looked at him coolly, eying the bottle in his long phalanges.
"Ah, I AM SORRY NEW FRIEND, BUT I DO BELIEVE THAT THIS WOULD NOT BE GOOD FOR YOU. IN FACT, IT IS NOT PERHAPS SO GOOD FOR ME EITHER."
He could have sworn the spiny was giving him the world’s dirtiest look.
He took a step back. "FAREWELL FRIEND!"
The spiny followed him, snuffling.
"NYEH. PERSISTENT!"
***
He returned to find Undyne watching the water, spear poised. "Hey Papyrus! I'm almost three up on you!" she pointed to a couple of spears wedged in the ground behind her, each with a dead fish impaled upon it. "Better catch up, loser!"
The tall skeleton nodded, choosing to use a more traditional fishing rod which he retrieved from beside the cooler. He wandered back over and was suddenly the subject of Undyne’s scrutiny.
"Uh, dude?"
"Hm?"
"You do realize that you have a gigantic burr stuck to your scarf."
"AH, This is my new friend!" I called him Sans Jr."
"You named the burr after your brother?" Undyne paused and then broke out in a barking laugh. "Oh god. That's good. That's so good Papyrus, I didn't think you had it in you!"
All of a sudden the fish monster froze, bringing her spear to bear, voice lowered to a slightly panicked whisper. "Papyrus! Stay still! That burr thing moved. I think it's alive."
Unperturbed Papyrus looked over at his passenger. "Why YES! I found him on the way on my brief hike through the woods! He insisted upon accompanying me, and who am I to deny a new friend the company of The Great Papyrus?"
Undyne took this in stride, but she didn’t quite go off her guard. "What IS it?"
"I believe it is a...spiny."
“It’s gotta be some kind of...Land-Urchin." She leaned over to inspect it.. The hedgehog barely blinked. "It's kinda metal."
Papyrus watched as the hedgehog crawled down his arm to forage in the paper cup of earth that held his bait.
“It’s kinda Sans.”
Undyne started laughing uproariously again until Papyrus hucked one of the worms at her head. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried as there was a tug at the line. He set about reeling it in.
***
The fire monster had been mercifully left alone all afternoon long and after a bit of peace had come to at least feel he could make the best of his current situation. He'd worked his way through his freakish (and appropriately named) copy of 'The Woods' (which had turned out to be positively terrifying. The author was clearly more than a little disturbed.)
He was also now well aware that Muffett and Fenrir could be heard very clearly through the walls as well as the walls of their own cabin, which apart from meaning nighttime was going to be...interesting, had provided a truly eerie soundtrack to his so-called vacation. Maybe a horror story about woods hadn't been the best choice to bring to the woods, but then, he hadn't exactly known what he was in for.
It was starting to affect his dreams as well. He tried to focus on waking up, when he abruptly realized he wasn't asleep. Whatever that noise was, it was completely in the waking world.
He sat upright, trying to calm his paranoia. What in Asgore's name WAS that?
Something was dragging and crunching...and it had to be MASSIVE.
Well this flame monster wasn't going to let something huge and ugly come for him,. He got up and peered outside of the curtain. The dragging and snapping grew louder,. Grillby waited, muscles tense to take off like a shot at the first sign of trouble.
Out of the trees marched Sans, stomping along the path with little regard for whatever noise he was making. The reason for announcing his presence in such a fashion became clear as a faint glow of blue magic had manifested behind him that was hauling along a huge cage of bones with something inside. Grillby squinted. That was a moose. A dead. Moose.
The manager looked on in unflattering disbelief. How in the underground? He didn't know much about Sans' brand of magic, true, there was the teleportation thing which was unusual but not particularly offensively powerful. How the Skeleton had managed to take down a beast of that size without damaging it beyond repair was anyone's guess. Not even Sans would be lazy enough to risk his health by eating something that had been dead for days.
"SANS! What in the world?" Grillby burst out of the cabin, crossing the space between them at an impressive clip. "How did you...what did you..." he stammered. He paused to inspect the carcass. It was in fact intact, no signs of bone damage as he'd expected. He knew that Papyrus, who was far more glib about showing off his bullet patterns (and far more controlled) usually worked with bone attacks. Abilities like that often ran in families. In this case, the damage had in fact been done on the head. Some kind of neat hole had been - he peered at it - burned...no, blasted? Well, whatever, and it it had gone clean through the skull. Grillby wasn't sure where the brain was on this thing but he was sure it was probably around there. At least Sans had been humane. Beast probably didn't know what hit it.
Well, that solved the question of how Sans was going to get around the problem of eating what you catch. There was probably the whole trip's worth of dinners out of this thing, after all. And then, Grillby reminded himself that he was talking about Sans.
No, not even he would try…
Who was he kidding. He would. And he, Grillby, had agreed to all the work.
He glanced over at the Skeleton who dropped his magic, the bones disappearing back into the earth as he strolled over to the nearest tree trunk and slumped against it.
“I did my part, Grillbz. Now you. N’save the bones….make good stage props...” and he cut himself off, showing off his impressive talent for falling asleep just about anywhere.
Grillby assessed the moose carcass. It would keep longer if he cooked it all at once, wasting it wasn’t an option. He was quite sure there were humans who would have something to say about it if he did. He might have enough time to spit roast it if he started right now. He would have more time if he had help, but even he had to admit that it hadn’t been part of the deal.
No time to waste.
***
Undyne, Papyrus and Jerry came back up the path, all having apparently found something they could cook. Jerry, it turned out had caught frogs and was having a hard time keeping them in the pail. He paused every so often to halt their bids for freedom.
“Awww c’mon, stop jumping!” he banged the pail with his spindly arm. “You guys are so laaaaame!”
Undyne had three spears with fish and Papyrus who normally didn't eat all that much was hauling an unusual 4. They shared a glance that clearly suggested that they did not envy the fate of Jerry’s catch. Papyrus opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say died on his lips as all three stopped simultaneously dead when they happened across Grillby, calmly turning something of enormous size over a flame which he would stoke from time to time with his magic.
"Holy shit Grillby!” Undyne exploded. “That is BAD ASS! Oh dude, you are like…” she tapped her finger to her chin. “Um, what did Alphys call it? Something from TV Tropes?”
Papyrus was having none of it, but it was Muffett who beat him to it. "Ahuhu, Undyne dearie, that would be the handiwork of Sans. Looks like you are going to be losing money after all." she twittered.
"WHAT?" Undyne exploded, looking to Sans who remained fast asleep, the severed moose head being used as a gory pillow. If he’d heard her he was choosing not to acknowledge the world.
"OKAY, I'll bite." Undyne was clearly frustrated at losing her money but even more flustered by the fact that she, like Grillby before her couldn't work out how Sans had done this.
Papyrus chose his response carefully. "I could have warned you not to bet against Sans."
"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU?" Undyne exploded, playfully giving chase to Papyrus once again. He laughed and dodged, grateful she had come to control some of her anger since they’d first met. Papyrus had more than an inkling of what Sans must have done and how, but talking seriously with his brother netted him nothing but coldness and distance. It had been a long time ago since Sans had opened up willingly without a bad pun or simply taking his usual exit strategy. Papyrus had learned to diffuse by simply remaining as upbeat as possible.
He could vaguely recall the the last time that Sans had played along with him like he and Undyne did now. Undyne had started off merely as someone he aspired to be like, strong and cool and slowly she had become his first real friend even as much as she’d taught him. Papyrus couldn’t have been more delighted when Sans had agreed to be in the band and doubly so when he’d been able to be a part as well. This had been the first thing they’d done together in forever and having the chance to share it with friends was better still. When he'd seen his brother perched back on that bar stool soon as they had disbanded at the.., well okay he was going to be nicer about calling the place 'the grease trap'. He genuinely liked Grillby after all, but he couldn't let it happen. It seemed to some degree that his plan had worked. At least here his brother was showing vestiges of the effort and glee he had shown while on tour.
Undyne eventually got distracted with something else and he pet his new friend. “Maybe we can keep it that way.” he muttered to the hedgehog.
***
Finally everyone was sat down with some dinner. As per their agreement, Sans had afforded Grillby a portion of the moose. It was actually quite a bit more tasty than he’d been expecting. Gamey, really. But if he closed his eyes, he could just imagine he was in a nice dining room with real linen and china...though the effect was ruined somewhat by the fact that he was using his fingers and some individual’s twisted mutant terror of a campfire utility that could only be described as a sporkfe.
Then there was the whining from Jerry; apparently frogs legs tasted less like chicken than was advertised...or more likely he’d overcooked them.
And then, there was the horror show that was Sans’ literal attempt to eat something more than twice his size. Privately, Grillby wondered if he was a terrible monster for thinking that if Sans did get sick, they could end this wilderness nightmare.
He tried not to look directly at it, but it had the effect of a fascinating train wreck situation.
A small sizzle informed him that yet another insect had met its fiery end somewhere on his person. And that was the OTHER thing. Picking dried insect hulls off himself was not his idea of a vacation.
It might not have been so bad if someone had thought to bring marshmallows.
Eventually Papyrus got up first, hauling up Undyne who apparently had overdone things a little with the drinking, or perhaps Papyrus was trying to spare her before she could do more.
"C'mon Sans." he said.
Even around his food induced haze, Sans struggled to look at his brother. It was an incredibly odd thing for Papyrus to say or do, but he didn't even seem to be waiting around for Sans if he had even expected him to come along at all. At this point, it was highly unlikely his brother was able to move under his own power.
He gave his hedgehog a pat which had been content to eat most of his fishing efforts and sighed. He had the sinking feeling that all of this was a temporary fix after all.
***
"Hey Sans..." the last Grillby caught of the duo was Undyne leaning across the the skeleton to fiddle with his scarf. He’d have chalked it up to drunkenness, but Undyne wasn’t exactly the cuddly huggy type.
He considered going after them but Papyrus seemed to have the situation well to hand. As it was, Sans had apparently finally given up on getting the whole way through (Though it had to be more than half), having leaned back at last, and huffing out little uncomfortable breaths as his overstuffed belly roared displeasure at him.
"Ah the majestic sounds of the forest." Grillby remarked dryly before he could stop himself.
Beside him, sans huffed out a pained laugh. "Grill-heh...ugggh-Grillbz...hrrk, if you don't stop..."
Even though every part of him was screaming not to exacerbate the situation, Grillby dropped his voice down to a low, conspiratorial whisper, wildly reminiscent of human nature programs in which stuffy sounding people tried to make watching animals screwing and eating sound fascinating and posh. And here we see the rare, black bellied Skeleton monster, napping after a fitful day of eating and also napping..."
"Heh, Grillby 'm warning...heh..." Sans was laughing hysterically, or at least trying to.
Grillby at the very least when to stop (despite taking a little enjoyment of being the one dealing out a little torment for a change) and he reached his hand out, sidling closer to Sans and gently rubbing his hand over the curve of his belly. . He could feel Sans sigh gently into his warmth, even bringing himself to shift towards him, most of the bulk of him landing in the manager’s lap and pinning him against the tree trunk. If he shifted his arm just a bit he could have enough leverage wrap his arm around the skeleton's shoulders., though the effect was ruined somewhat as his gut gave another thunderous roar of indigestion.
"Shouldn't have done that..." Grillby admonished, but his words held no real ire.
"M'know." Sans mumbled
Grillby sighed.. Much as he hated to admit it, this was nice. His free hand idly stroked Sans' belly and the skeleton's noises became less pained and more lethargic as he drifted off towards sleep
He watched the stars,
ZZZZT.
Sodding. Nature.
***
Grillby woke up feeling terrible. He closed his eyes, pushing his whole face into his pillow with a pained moan, which gave a deep gurgle. Something suddenly pushed down on the back of his head, pressing his face right into the...oh crap, he'd fallen asleep on Sans again. The skeleton was right, this was becoming a serial problem. And now, he was being used as a some sort of massage device. Lovely. He groaned again as his cheek was mashed up and down against the soft plush.
The reason for his discomfort was the fact that they had fallen asleep outside and the morning dew was taking its toll on his magical flames. There had to be some kind of scientific explanation for doing stuff that was really rather dangerous around Sans.
It took a little effort but he flared briefly, sizzling a bit as the water evaporated.
The action made him feel instantly better but had the side effect of heating the metal of his glasses.
That woke Sans up fast.
Abruptly, Grillby was tumbling ass-over-teakettle as Sans shoved away the source of the sudden, blistering pain in his gut, namely: him.
The thing he bumped into was massive and furry and definitely not a monster. .
Grillby had seen his share of claws in his life but this was a whole different beast, so to speak.
The bear towered above him, obviously vexed by the burn of the flames it had just touched and aware that he could swat them away just as easily as they happened to be attached to something solid.
"Sans?" Grillby was backing up, crab style as quickly as he dared.
"Grillbz..." the Skeleton mimicked,.
"Get. Us. Out. of Here. Now." he growled out of the corner of his mouth.
"I can't, I'm mortally wounded." Sans barely moved, save for to rub at the burn mark that Grillby had left on his belly.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“BROTHER! MR. GRILLBY!”
Grillby looked towards the sound of the voices and the feet racing towards him. Taking his eyes off the pissed off animal was the hugest mistake.
The last thing that Grillby saw before the whole world became a nausea inducing blur was Undyne supplexing a bear…
...and some form of blue tinging the edge of his vision...
..but that couldn't be right....
***
"It was still a great idea for a trip kid." Undyne patted Papyrus' arm. The tall skeleton was fretting over the still unconscious Grillby. He was accompanied by Sans who actually seemed nervous and concerned for someone else for a change and Undyne who was standing guard over the box of Spider Doughnuts that Muffett had sent along (with a bill, of course) .
"VIGILANCE!" Undyne shrieked whenever Sans so much as shifted in his seat.
Papyrus said nothing to either of them but did mumble to himself as he checked on the flamesman every five minutes.
Privately, Undyne felt that Papyrus ' talent was utterly wasted on music - and - for that matter, Sans, but she had the good sense to keep her yap shut about it. Or at least, when the time came to have that argument, it wouldn’t be in their manager’s bedroom following a hugely successful album. She knew too that it was not fair to Papyrus to make him do something he didn’t want to do, but he was a stellar nurse after all.
The sight of the figure in the bed giving a short moan of displeasure at being forced back into the waking world and drew them all from their private musings. Grillby looked groggy but otherwise none the worse for wear as he sat up.
His last memory caught up with him and he bolted out of the bed.
"Easy there big guy." Undyne took his shoulder not unkindly and forced him back down into the bed with little difficulty. “We're just waitin' for you to stop sleeping on the job."
"Yeah, my rep could be ruined and you’d fire me. I mean...uh." Sans blinked at Papyrus who hadn’t seemed to notice his poorly constructed attempt at a pun. He shrugged but there had not been a lot of humour in his voice.
"Muffett sent along some spider doughnuts." Papyrus was actually tucking Grillby in. "Why don't you have one. It'll make us all feel better." Grillby took the box, which he was surprised to find was full given his present company. Fair enough. He could have a chocolate covered marshmallow creme and get rid of his splitting headache.
There was a quiet moment while he bit into the pastry, and a feeling of relief almost instantly as the Monster food worked its literal magic on him. It was accompanied by a much richer chuckle coming from his left; Sans was watching his progress with the food with a deeply satisfied look on his face.
"Well, I'm going heh, downstairs. for my free lunch."
"You are the WORST!" Undyne exploded. "Grillby's in bed, you arse, probably because YOU failed to move and YOU are still trying to get him to make you free food!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"Hey, I ain't asking him to make me squat. He can sit up here in bed all he needs to. It's you who are going to be paying for the food. Seem to recall a bet about how I wouldn't last a day out in the woods. Well, as we can all plainly see, Grillbz here was the first one to break the Wilderness survival challenge. Far as I remember, Muffett’s doughnuts aren’t made with anything caught in the woods.”
Papyrus opened his mouth and closed it very quickly. He loved Undyne but opening up an argument about spiders might mean spears in the bedroom.
Undyne for her own part simply gave a very undignified squawk.
“I hope it was actually physically painful for you to have to wait for him to get up before you could eat.” she snarled at him.
Sans responded by shortcutting out, his laughter lingering behind him. Grillby stared at the last few bites of his doughnut and decided he didn't rightly care.. He was back in civilization and that was all that mattered right now. He was NEVER going camping ever again. He already deserved a bloody award for this.
"The GREAT Papyrus has found you some new books to replace the ones that were lost!"
Grillby's gaze drifted to the small stack of second-hand novels at his bedside.
"That's...very nice Papyrus."
"I CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE READY FOR A NAP!" he continued on. "I AM WELL VERSED IN THE ART OF KNOWING WHEN NAPS ARE NEEDING TO BE TAKEN...AND WANTING TO BE TAKEN!"
Well, he certainly did live with Sans.
"COME UNDYNE, LET US ENSURE THAT MY BROTHER DOES NOT EAT TOO MUCH OF YOUR MONEY."
Undyne was grumbling but allowed herself to be led out, much to Grillby's relief. A nap in his bed in a civilized home - HIS house, sounded pretty nice. . He rolled his shoulders into the pillows and removed his specs. No sooner had they hit the end table then his phone blared to life.
Of course.
He picked it up with a world weary sigh of 'Hello?"
"Howdy, Grillby...or is it Grillbz? I hear that's what the kids are calling you these days."
Grillby stuck his glasses back on his nose. "King Asgore Dreemurr? Sir?"
"You'll be glad to know that this is both a business AND a pleasure call." the former king continued, with his rumbly voice sounding positively cheerful. ”And it IS just Asgore now.”
“Asgore.” Grillby repeated, fumbling in the nightstand for a pen and paper.
"You'll be happy to know that Subterranical has been nominated for an award."
Grillby had never really watched the human award shows, but the one that Asgore named was definitely a big deal.
Well, he did say that he deserved an award for all he'd been through. Might as well get one for real.
