#xceciliax

[drpeppertummy]

idea: cecilia needing to put her eggs (duds or fertile) somewhere and she chooses toto

ok ik i said i wasnt doing requests but this one has been sitting for a while bc i cant pass up a chance to draw my baby toto. anyways. Drawings That Had A Lot Of Potential In My Brain That They Did Not Live Up To,

[ID: a drawing of a human man with a nervous smile standing there while a big spiky mermaid holds him around the waist, pressing her face adoringly against his egg-filled tummy.]

[drpeppertummy]

WAITER WAITER MORE TOTO EGG PREG !!!!! (if you would like of course :3c)

ik ive said im not currently doing requests but ive been holding onto this one since september & i decided to do a little no-commitment pen-only doodle & it kinda came out. dont look at his face

[ID: a sketch of a guy sitting back on an undefined surface, with a mermaid leaning in to lovingly hold his round belly.]

[drpeppertummy]

more on Toto Eggpreg i dont think its a True Canon Event but i do like it

[stuffing, eggs in that man]

"Eat a little more," Cecilia insisted, nudging the plate closer to Toto. They sat by the edge of the water together, the last remnants of a picnic accompanying them on the soft blanket, and with her large, spiny figure guarding over it, the seagulls didn't dare interfere.

"I'm, um, I'm really full," he said, holding his hands to his rounded belly.

"You have to get all your nutrients so our eggs can grow big and healthy." She slipped her tail protectively around Toto's waist, letting the large fin lay over his middle like a blanket.

"How, how big are they gonna get?"

"Nice and big. Like this." She formed a circle with her webbed fingers about the size of a pomelo. Toto rubbed his belly apprehensively. A cluster of those growing inside him would fill him out pretty good. He didn't think he even had space to eat more now; he wasn't sure how he'd manage to feed himself and the eggs by the time they were fully grown. Cecilia wasn't troubled by the thought, though, and she lifted another bite of grilled fish to his mouth.

"Eat," she urged, and though his stomach already felt stuffed tight, he reluctantly obeyed.

By the time Cecilia had fed Toto to her liking, he felt about ready to pop. Between the clutch of baseball-sized eggs packed into his swollen lower belly and the enormous hunk of fish puffing his stomach out taut under his chest, he looked like he'd been blown up like a balloon, his round tummy sticking out comically from his skinny frame. Smiling, she lifted his sweater, her scaly hands tickling the sensitive skin, and leaned in to place a kiss just above his strained belly button.

"My little seahorse," she grinned, nuzzling his tummy with her cold nose. He shivered at the ticklish sensation & wrapped his arms around her as she sat upright, full belly pressing against her clammy skin.

"I'm glad I don't have to be a seahorse alone," he said, settling his chin on her shoulder. She hugged him gently, and he closed his eyes, feeling safe under the weight of her strong arms. The steady song of the ocean was soothing, and with his belly full, he felt like he could fall asleep right there.

"You need water," she said, tipping back to touch her nose to his forehead before reaching for the bottle he'd brought. A small sound of dismay escaped him, both at being pulled from her embrace and at the thought of consuming anything else. He knew she was right, though; he had to stay well-hydrated to carry fish eggs, and when she brought the bottle to his lips, he didn't argue.

His stomach ached as he sipped the water slowly, filling in what tiny gaps may have remained after the big meal and stretching it further. He felt his upper belly tighten, gurgling softly as the liquid squeezed into it, and he held a hand to his stomach. It felt like a drum, pushing out firm against his palm with an urgent pressure. Finally, he took Cecilia's hand and gently moved the bottle away.

"I'm too full," he said, holding his belly. A sudden hiccup jolted him, and he felt the eggs shift and resettle inside him as his tummy tensed up.

"Oh, poor seahorse…" Cecilia helped him ease himself back on the blanket, and they lay together under the warm sun, her big, scaly hand resting protectively on his distended tummy. She could feel the soft grumbles of digestion and the gurgles of water shifting as he breathed, and the bulges of the eggs pushing out against his skin with each hiccup. She rubbed gently, hoping to help soothe the overstretched feeling, resisting the urge to press and squeeze at the wonderfully soft skin.

For a while, despite feeling calm and content laying beside his wife, Toto's face remained pinched with discomfort, the pressure pushing out inside his belly so great that it ached even to inhale. With Cecilia taking care of him, though, the soreness and the strain began to ease up, melting into a heavy, comforting fullness. With his stomach digesting softly under the reassuring weight of her hand, the warm breeze blowing and the familiar sounds of the sea, sleepiness overtook Toto at last, and, laying his hand atop hers, he finally dozed off.

[drpeppertummy]

when ur new man was malnourished as fuck when u got him so now ur always overjoyed to see him eatin good

[ID: a drawing of a spiky scaly mermaid holding a human man around the waist and bumping her nose against his full tummy, which she has pushed his sweater up to expose.]

[drpeppertummy]

i meant to draw a furry but i accidentally made a them

[ID: a drawing of a mermaid laying back with a smile, holding a fish skeleton in one hand. a human man is snuggled up beside her and cradling her very full belly, resting his head against her chest.]

[drpeppertummy]

What if you drew love inflation for toto?

Big, glowing pink tummy basically

at first i was like "eh id rather do something realistic with him" then i remembered hes in a relationship with a mermaid

[ID: a drawing of a mermaid hugging a human man tightly from behind. his tummy pokes out round and pink, a little pink heart radiating from it.]

[drpeppertummy]

sunny & giulianas airheaded older brother toto who has divorced his abusive wife and fallen in love with a big scary mermaid send post

[ID: a drawing of a man and a large mermaid with many spiky fins. she's hugging him and he's leaning back against her, and they're looking adoringly at each other.]

[drpeppertummy]

this is super clunky & it would probably be better if i wasnt writing it while watching the 1997 shining but What Ever it received positive reviews from my treasured homie

[mild hunger, mild stuffing, mostly just mushy shit]

"I missed you," Toto sighed, falling into Cecilia's scaly arms with a giggle. She squeezed him tight, drawing a soft grunt out of him, and he kissed her cheek. They hadn't necessarily been apart; they saw each other plenty each day. She knew what he meant, though. Between work, the kids, and a long string of recent obligations, it had been a long while since they'd had a chance to spend time like this--alone together, free to relax for a while in pure peace and quiet.

It was a warm, sunny day, and the two were snuggled up on a blanket under the shade of the dock, cool water lapping gently at them. The area was secluded and quiet, no beachgoers or passersby, only the pleasant sounds of the sea and the gulls filling the air. They spent the whole morning laying together, her stroking his curly hair and him caressing her spiny fins, exchanging sleepy kisses and nearly dozing off. They could have spent hours longer just like that, and they would have if it hadn't been for a sudden rumble from Toto's belly. Cecilia grinned at him and slipped a webbed finger under his shirt, and he shivered as she gently ran her sharp claw over the soft skin of his tummy.

Toto was a fisherman, but Cecilia had a knack for snatching fish right out of the water that always left him in awe, and the day before she'd caught a couple of big fish for the two of them to enjoy on their day off, which Toto had cleaned and stashed away until they were ready to be cooked. He was reluctant to get up from his cozy spot in her arms, but after another whining growl from his empty stomach she shooed him off, and he left her with a kiss to sort out their lunch.

Toto was surprised when he got back to the house to see that it was almost 1:30. He normally ate lunch around noon, but he'd been too caught up in the bliss of spending time with Cecilia to notice the hunger creeping in. He certainly noticed it now. His stomach grumbled and whined at him as he got to cooking, the gnawing emptiness glaringly obvious now that he was up and about. Fortunately, it wasn't long before their late lunch was ready and he was eagerly returning to Cecilia's side with a tray of crispy grilled fish. The smell of it wafting up into his face as he walked was torture, but it only made that first savory, flaky bite more delicious.

Cecilia had spent most of her life eating fish raw and enjoying it just fine, and she still did, but falling in love with a human had broadened her horizons. Since meeting Toto, she'd enjoyed fish baked, grilled, and fried, seasoned and saucy and stuffed, served with sides she'd never even seen before in her years underwater, and she loved it. It amazed her that her favorite food, which she'd only ever eaten exactly as it came for four decades, could be prepared in so many wonderful ways. She wished she could share her own method of preparation with him, but his tender human tummy wasn't quite so well-suited for a big bite out of the side of a half-dead fish, scales and bones and guts and all. It was, however, perfectly suited for a nice big hunk of grilled salmon, as was hers.

She watched his belly as they ate, his still-wet shirt clinging to the slight curve as it gradually became more pronounced. He was a skinny thing, but his tummy had a tendency to round out nicely after a good meal, taut and firm and sensitive. She liked his belly; it was so soft and stretchy compared to her own, and wonderfully ticklish, which she'd discovered by peppering it with cold, scaly kisses. Her own skin was well-protected from such sensations by her hard, rough scales, but it certainly seemed like a pleasant one, judging by the big toothy grin and hysterical giggles it brought out. Eyeing the adorable bump poking out against the damp fabric, she had every intention of summoning those giggles again the moment they were finished.

"Wow, I probably didn't need to bring so much out," said Toto, resting a hand on his belly. That was an understatement. While Cecilia certainly did a number on the fish herself, there was a lot left, and he felt absolutely stuffed to the brim. He nudged the tray toward her and lay back on the blanket with a sigh, his full tummy sticking straight out from his skinny frame. Cecilia wasn't interested in the tray. Smiling, she hovered herself over her sleepy human, a large webbed hand planted on either side of him. He looked up with a smile and she could practically see the question mark floating in his big dark eyes.

"I think you brought out the perfect amount," she said, tugging his wet shirt up to expose his belly. He looked down almost as though he were surprised at its presence, then back up at her, but her smiling face was no longer looming over his, and he gasped and flinched at the cold tickle of her lips on his warm skin.

"Remember how thin you were when we first met," she purred, nuzzling his belly with her scaly forehead. "It's so good to see you eating well." He wrapped his arms tenderly around her. Skinny as he was, in fact, he had been downright malnourished when they'd first met, a year's worth of grief over his divorce having all but sucked the life right out of him. He'd put that weight back on plus a few extra pounds since then, now looking much healthier and feeling it too.

"I like bein' with you," he said simply, and he meant it.