weensy teensy little bitty thing based on a true experience
[post-medical situation, just a little bloat-induced clothing difficulty]
"Are you sure you're up for going out?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling okay."
"Alright. We'll be sure to take it easy."
Michael had spent the past week or so at home resting up, not that he went out much anyway. The last exciting excursion he'd gone on had been to the emergency room to have his appendix removed, and that had been plenty to hold him over, but when Kathleen and Irene invited him to join them at the museum, he'd been eager to come along. It would be a slow-paced outing, plenty of opportunities to stop and take a break, and while he still didn't feel quite back to normal, he felt well enough to leave the house, at least for a little bit.
"How's your belly?" asked Irene through the bedroom door.
"Sore," said Michael as he carefully pulled up his pants. Sore and round, he thought, noting just how swollen his normally-flat tummy still was. He hadn't paid much attention to the bloating, having spent the past week in pajama pants, but now that he had to get dressed in real clothes, it seemed glaringly obvious. It seemed even more obvious when he tried to pull the fly of his jeans shut.
"Well, any time you wanna stop and sit down, just speak up," she said. "Speakin' of which, you alright in there?"
"Yeah, I'm just…" Michael trailed off as he focused on carefully trying to button his pants. He didn't want to squeeze his tender belly too much, but the sides of the fly stubbornly refused to meet. He tried sucking it in a little, but that was neither easy nor effective, and he still couldn't quite fit the button to the hole. He let his tummy back out with a sigh and gave it a gentle rub.
"Do you need help?" Irene asked after listening to the silence for a moment. Michael thought about that for a moment.
"Maybe," he sighed reluctantly. The door opened, and Irene couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the problem.
"Aw, shoot, Mikey," she said with a smile, shaking her head. "You don't have a bigger pair, do you?" He shook his head sheepishly, and she crouched down before him. "Alright, stop me if it hurts. Can you suck it in at all?"
Michael did his best to suck in his puffy belly, and, with the advantage of a better angle, Irene carefully buttoned his jeans. He exhaled with a soft sigh. The waistband hugged his tummy snugly, but it wasn't painful.
"Thanks," he said quietly, blushing. Irene stood upright and gave him a gentle pat on the back.
sent that last ask before I read that story you’d already written with michael, then realized the prompt I sent was pretty similar to what you’d written. oops! disregard that if you like and take this 🫳 for him instead
despite combining the two this still turned out to be the tiniest dinkiest thing in the world. Oh Well its what he wouldve wanted
[period cramps/bloat]
If I have to deal with cramps this bad, Michael thought begrudgingly as he got dressed, shouldn't I at least get a pass from the bloating? His swollen tummy coldly ignored him, as did the ibuprofen he'd taken about an hour ago. He wasn't a fan of the way his lower belly pressed out against his pants like a nice little baby bump, and he tried to find a way to get the waist to sit flatteringly, but it was useless. He was going to look pregnant no matter what, so he supposed he might as well strive for comfort, if there was any to be found.
Despite doing his belt a notch looser than usual, the waist of Michael's pants still pressed uncomfortably into his belly when he sat down, and he leaned back at the little kitchen table with a sigh. He didn't have much of an appetite, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't try to get something down before work. A hot bowl of oatmeal did the trick, though it left his outfit feeling even tighter around the middle than before. There wasn't much he could do about that, though, other than hope that it wasn't too noticeable from the outside.
"Oof, Michael, you feelin' alright?"
Michael gave Irene a weary look, and she smiled sympathetically at him.
"Hey, at least it's Friday," she said, giving his rounded tummy a reassuring pat. "We'll get through the day, right?"
"Thank god for that," he sighed as they walked down the hall together. "Got any weekend plans?"
"We're meeting up with Kathy's family for dinner tomorrow, should be nice. They're a friendly crew. How 'bout you, you got anything goin' on?"
"I don't think so. I'm not feeling up to much."
"I can tell," she chuckled, squeezing his shoulder. "Well, listen, if you need anything, you know where to find me." He nodded with a tired smile, and she gave his belly another friendly pat before they parted ways.
ok hear me out: world's shyest skinniest boy on a date (he gets anxious meeting new people) (he eats when he's anxious) (she's secretly a feedee and is teasing him lightly) (by the end of the date he has 10 lbs of food in his belly)
USING an oc who ive never done anything with before hes a bland boring little 5'2 math teacher & hes friends with kathleen & irene & hes about to go on a motherfucker of a date. also assuming u meant 2 type feeder since that makes more sense with the context but if not Forgive Me
[stuffing, hint of tummyache]
Michael sat alone at the table, nervously waiting. His belly rumbled, and he blushed, trying to ignore it. The waitress had brought him a basket of breadsticks to nibble on while he waited, but he'd been trying to ignore those too; it seemed impolite to start before his date arrived. His belly rumbled again. Giving in to his stomach and his nerves, he took a breadstick.
Michael wasn't sure what the woman he'd met the other day had seen in him. He was small and slight, not particularly exciting to look at, and his colleagues might have described him as cold or uptight if they didn't know him well. The ones who did would likely use a gentler adjective, like "boring." When he'd stopped by the diner on his way home from work, however, the waitress had been immediately taken with him, so much so that she'd tried to bring him home that same night. He'd stumbled over his words turning her down, insisting that he had papers to grade, but he'd have been lying if he said she didn't make him feel something, and he'd let her talk him into a weekend date.
Now, he sat waiting, and he was beginning to worry. What if she didn't come? What if she did? Both outcomes seemed equally nerve-wracking, and while he didn't outwardly show it, his mind was in a whirl. Absentmindedly, he reached for another breadstick. There were none. He blinked, pulled from his panicked thoughts, and looked down at the empty basket. With his mind wandering, he'd nervously gone through the entire thing, and he suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed on top of his anxiety. He was relieved when the waitress took the basket away; he didn't want Marianne to see.
As he sat there, a shadow fell over him, and he looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of Marianne's smiling face before being engulfed in an enormous hug. Awkwardly, he brought his hands up around her back and remained frozen until she released him.
"Sorry I'm late, cutie pie," she said, sliding into the booth across from him. "I was getting my hair ready."
"Oh, that's alright. It looks nice," said Michael. He was relieved to hear his voice come out smooth; he'd expected it to sound as shaky as he felt. Between being so shy and being so busy with work, he hadn't been on a date in some time, and he was more than a little rusty.
"Aw, thank you! And you're looking adorable yourself," she giggled, and he blushed. As they chatted and browsed the menu, the waitress brought another basket of breadsticks.
"Oh, you must be starving after I left you waiting for so long," said Marianne, plucking a breadstick from the basket and nudging the rest toward him. As a matter of fact, Michael wasn't terribly hungry at all anymore; eating an entire basket of bread on his own had filled him up nicely. Still, he wasn't sure what else to do. Hoping that eating would help him feel--or at least appear--more at ease, he took a breadstick.
When the waitress returned, Michael tried to order just a cup of soup, but Marianne gave him a worried look.
"That's not all you're getting, is it? You must be hungrier than that," she said. "Why don't you get something with it? You're such a skinny little thing, I don't think a little extra will hurt you any."
"Oh, um, alright…" Caught off guard by Marianne's assertiveness and wanting to make a good impression, Michael added fish and chips to his order, the first thing he saw when his eyes darted back to the menu. Marianne ordered a seafood pasta dish for herself, as well as an appetizer of chips and spinach artichoke dip.
It wasn't long before the waitress returned with the appetizer and the soup, and they chatted as they ate. Despite his full stomach, Michael found himself unable to leave the chips and dip alone, picking at them between spoonfuls of soup. He was feeling antsy, and his restless hands simply kept wandering back to the basket. The dip was fantastic, as was the soup, but he could feel his belly growing tighter by the minute, and at this rate, he'd barely be able to eat any of the dinner he still had ahead of him.
Michael had barely finished his soup when the waitress set down the basket of fish and chips before him, and a hot, steaming bowl of pasta before Marianne. They'd demolished the appetizer together. Marianne had let Michael polish off most of it, although he hadn't noticed that; he'd been too focused on trying to keep up with the conversation. Fortunately, she was easy to talk to, friendly and chatty and full of wild anecdotes from work, and she was talkative enough for both of them. She might have been too talkative for some people, but Michael, who was shy and soft-spoken, was more than happy to listen.
Michael looked down at his food. Had he been hungry, it would have been immensely appealing, and even now on a very, very full stomach, it still looked pretty good. Marianne gladly dug into her pasta, and, not wanting to make it awkward, Michael followed suit. His belly grumbled in protest as he ate, but he ignored it, just as he was trying to ignore how absolutely stuffed he felt. He was thankful for the cold weather; had he not been wearing a sweater, his bulging tummy might have been a lot more apparent. It was plenty apparent to him, though, and the feeling of his belt digging into it was becoming distracting.
"You look like you're strugglin', cutie pie," Marianne teased, pointing playfully at him with her fork. "You're not full already are you?"
"Hm? Oh, um, I don't know, I'm alright," he said. What a stupid response, he thought, though Marianne seemed oddly satisfied with it. Unenthusiastically, he ate another fry, and they went on eating as they chatted and chatting as they ate.
"Oh, sweetpea, you have got to try this," Marianne said, scooping up a big forkful of pasta and holding it out to him. He hesitated for a moment, then, realizing she intended for him to eat it straight from her fork, leaned in for the bite. It was, like everything else in the place, very good, though the big bite landed heavily in his overstuffed stomach, and he would've sworn he could feel his belly push out a little further. The sweater wasn't doing a great job hiding it anymore; there was a noticeable bump poking out against the soft fabric, and he couldn't suck it in. His stomach felt unbelievably tight. He wasn't sure how much more he could eat.
As they ate, Marianne periodically offered Michael more bites of pasta, which he reluctantly accepted at her insistence. He tried to offer her bites of his food in return, but, much to his dismay, she seemed uninterested. She was a slow eater, taking her time with her food, which, incidentally, left poor restless Michael with plenty of time to keep picking at his own. He decided multiple times that he was going to take the rest home, but, with Marianne taking so long with her dinner, he found himself returning to it each time. Eventually, inevitably, his basket sat empty before him, his belly stuffed drum-tight with far more food than it could handle.
"You're lookin' pretty full, honeybunch," remarked Marianne, eyeing Michael's distended tummy. He blushed and held a hand over it. He was fairly thin, and his belly was typically flat, but right now it bulged out tight and hard, pushing against his sweater and straining the waist of his pants. Full was an understatement. Right now, Michael felt like he was about to burst, and if his painfully bloated belly hadn't given it away, the discomfort on his face certainly would have. Marianne smiled fondly. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and for a moment Michael wondered if she was getting some sort of pleasure from his predicament.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetie pie," she assured him. "We'll get dessert to go."
🛒 Your character is out running errands when they are hit with intense nausea and stomach pain. What do they do?
ill give this one to michael bc hes my period cramp projection man💖 depending on where he is he might sit down for a couple minutes if theres a place to do so, but if there isnt hes just gonna try to hurry the fuck up and cut the trip short so he can get home before he pukes at shoprite. he wont make a big deal of it but it is plainly obvious that hes not doing well. if a friend asks whats up he'll be honest but if a stranger asks if hes alright hes just gonna be like 👍
🗡️ Has anyone ever done something to hurt your character's belly, intentionally or not?
val gets this one because in fact val has a big jagged scar on his belly from a time centuries ago where some sort of demon hunter tried to do him in. he has a bunch of scars from that sort of thing, bc as well as he passes as human its inevitable that someones gonna figure him out once in a while, but that one is probably the worst & the closest call hes had. these days of course he acts like it makes him a Cool Tough Guy (jokingly, of course)
Who is most prone to tummy noises? - for full/general tummy noises, probably jan. his tummy gets upset easily & has a lot to say about it. for hungry noises, probably michael bc he has a bad habit of neglecting to eat in favor of work, although morty has a pretty chatty tummy too
Who is most likely to stuff themselves so much they have a hard time moving? - theyve all found themselves in that situation for one reason or another but overall morty is most likely both to Be in the situation and to Put Himself in the situation
Who is most likely to continue to eat on a stuffed belly because they’re enjoying the food so much? - Good Quastion. when morty keeps eating on a full tummy its Normally bc hes trying to make longer videos But sometimes its also bc the food is just that good. when michael keeps eating on a full tummy its usually bc hes at a friends house for dinner & theyre pushing seconds on him, aka peer pressure😭 jan will Occasionally keep eating past the point of fullness & give himself a tummyache if its one of his favorite foods (or bc of peer pressure) but not under most circumstances if he can help it. so im gonna say morty is the winner here. he is a definite Master Of Tummy Shenanigans
Whose stomach gets the most swollen when stuffed? - Good Quastion all 3 of them are pretty skinny so relative to their body a too-full tummy is pretty visible on all of em. im gonna say morty bc he has the capacity to eat more than jan or michael
Who’s most likely to stuff themselves to the point of feeling nauseous? - morty is more likely to eat to that point since hes more likely to be pushing himself for the sake of #content, but jan might be more likely to feel nauseous bc its easy for him to eat too much & bc his tummys kinda sensitive
🤼 Are their friends & loved ones more likely to be urging them to eat more, or to stop eating so much? Why? ALL 3
auuau thankyouuuuu
for michael & jan, people are usually trying to get them to eat more, but for different reasons & with different results. michael has a bad habit of prioritizing work over eating, working through his lunch, spending Way too long grading papers when he should be having dinner, etc & his friends (aka irene & kathleen) Know it so theyre always trying to get him to actually Eat. jan on the other hand just has a very small appetite & fills up quickly but people think hes not eating enough so when they talk him into eating more he winds up with a tummyache
with morty, his viewers are trying to get him to eat more (aka too much) & his friends are always like "yknow you dont have to give yourself a tummyache just because they told you to"
