the floor looks bad be Cause my marker died . normally not a fan of group stuffing but i cant help thinking about how disastrous this crew would be together
[ID: three drawings of guys with round full bellies. the first guy is looking up and shrugging, and his pants and belt are undone. the second guy is smiling shyly with his arms behind his back. the third guy is smiling and holding up his sweater to show off his tummy.]
we were discussing the important topic of Little Guys All Fulla Soup
[ID: a drawing of a guy laying on a couch, eyes closed, one arm hanging over the edge and one leg hanging over the back, a hand resting on his full bloated tummy, which is labeled "full of soup."]
Morty was excited about the color-themed mukbang video somebody had suggested. Purple was the request, and he'd gone to Dollar Tree to see what he could find before hitting the grocery store for some nicer foods. Some of it was candy and other snacks that needed only to be removed from the package, some required cooking or at least some level of prep work, but once he had his purple assortment of treats ready and laid out in an eye-catching presentation, he was pretty pleased with himself.
He silently held up the first item--a blueberry milkshake--and took a sip. He'd picked it up from a local burger place just before starting, and he made sure to show the logo on the cup. Accompanying the shake as a secondary beverage, he revealed with a grimace, was a can of grape soda. He carefully cracked it open, taking a moment to let the fizz crackle softly beside the mic before taking a reluctant sip. He'd always felt that grape was the worst of the artificial fruit flavors--watermelon, he believed, was the best--but it was purple, and that was all that mattered right now. Besides, he'd have plenty of snacks between sips to wipe the taste from his mouth.
The first food he had to share was a small plate of grilled eggplant slices. He smiled proudly as he displayed them; he'd cooked them himself, and the one he'd taste tested before starting was just about the best eggplant he'd ever had, not that there was much competition. He held up a slice to show off the ring of deep indigo skin, then took a bite. They weren't particularly hot anymore, but they were still good, if a little mushy. He set the plate back down, intending to show each food before really getting started. Accompanying the eggplant in the vegetable department was a bowl of mashed purple potatoes. He hadn't actually bought those for the video; he'd picked them up at a farm market last week by pure chance, and his belly rumbled at the steamy, buttery smell. Unable to resist, he took a bite of them too before returning the bowl to the table.
Following the vegetables, he had a cutting board with an arrangement of grapes, mulberries, a few figs, and a couple of plums on it. He doubted he'd eat more than one of the plums during the video, but the visual looked nice. The mulberries had been a gift from his neighbor, who had more falling from their tree than they knew what to do with. Most of them looked more black than purple, but it was close enough.
The final group of food was the one he was most excited about--the desserts. He had a package of ube mochi, a dish of purple M&Ms he'd ordered online, a stick of purple rock candy, a row of purple Peeps, and, least excitingly, a bowl of grape jello. It was a fine variety. The star of the show, however, was a cupcake he'd bought from a local bakery. It was bright purple, with a blueberry jam filling and a nice swirl of purple frosting on top, and pieces of molded chocolate stuck on to make it look like a unicorn. The rainbow sprinkles, he supposed, wouldn't disqualify it when the rest of the treat had enough purple food coloring in it to dye his entire kitchen.
Morty took another long sip of the milkshake, then returned to his vegetables, wanting to start on them before they cooled off completely. Eggplant was something he rarely ate, both because it never impressed him any time he tried it and because it simply never occurred to him to get some, but he was pretty pleased with today's result. The slices were well-seasoned and flavorful, and he almost wished he'd made more of them, although with the amount of food he had to get through, he supposed it was a good thing he didn't. He alternated between eggplant slices and mashed potatoes for a little bit, taking care to eat slowly over the mic and not shovel everything into his mouth as fast as he could--he was starting on an empty stomach, after all, and his rumbling belly couldn't have cared less about ASMR.
Wanting to save some of the vegetables for later on in the video, Morty took a big gulp of the grape soda and switched over to the fruit. He'd never eaten a fig before, but Google had kindly informed him that he could simply bite into it skin and all, and so he did, nice and slowly, hoping to capture the sound as his teeth punctured it. He wasn't sure if he loved it, but it was good enough to draw him in for another bite, and then another. After the first fig he ate a grape and then a mulberry, crushing them slowly in his mouth. The hunger he'd started the video with was beginning to ease up as he ate, and now he felt like he could really take his time without forcing himself to, both to savor the food and to see what interesting sounds he could get out of it.
Finally, he turned to the sweets. He'd been eager to break into the mochi since he'd bought it, and he let out a soft little hum of pleasure at the sweet, gooey texture. His belly gurgled quietly as he swallowed, and he wondered whether the mic picked it up. If it didn't get that one, he was sure there would be louder sounds before long, but he didn't really care. He was aware at this point that some of his viewers went wild for it, but that fact didn't bother him any. It was inevitable anyway, eating on camera with that sensitive mic. He held up the half-eaten mochi to show off the sticky purple interior, then happily finished off the piece.
Morty alternated between the fruits, vegetables, and sweets, nibbling at one or two things for a little while before switching over to another, but the cupcake remained untouched--that was going to be dessert. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to feel full, the bulky potatoes and doughy mochi taking up a good amount of space in his belly. The heavy milkshake was doing its part as well, and between the carbonation of the soda and all the air that wound up trapped in his stomach with each carefully calibrated bite, it was becoming difficult to keep from burping into the mic. He'd had to turn away here and there to let a few tiny ones out, but he hoped nothing loud would slip out of him.
Trying to pace himself, Morty took a break from chewing to work on the rock candy. His belly gurgled as its contents settled, and sucking at the candy provoked several more soft little grumbly noises. His stomach felt snug under his baggy sweater. He supposed he might have gone a little overboard picking things out for the video, but it was alright. If he had leftovers, he'd simply get to them another time. He wanted to finish as much as he could, though, for the sake of a good long video. It was a good variety of textures to create a nice array of sounds, and he didn't want the length to fall short.
Morty looked down at the assortment of food before him, pondering what to pick up next. He'd gotten through a decent portion of everything by now, with the eggplant and potatoes being completely gone and the mulberries not far behind. The grape jello, not particularly aligning with his tastes, was the least disturbed, and he decided to give it some more attention. He didn't care for the flavor, but at least he could play around with it while he ate. He put away the rest of it fairly quickly and chased it with a good long sip of milkshake. Following that sip, to his surprise, came an audible, airy burp. Ordinarily, he'd excuse himself or apologize, but this was a no-talking video, so he just smiled sheepishly and moved on. If it was too loud, he'd edit it out later. Otherwise, it was what it was.
The jello had gone down easy, but Morty suddenly felt more bloated than ever after finishing it off so quickly. He was a little guy, small and slender, and while his capacity was bigger than one might guess by looking at him, the estimate likely wouldn't be far off. He leaned back in his chair for a moment, resting a hand on his belly with a soft sigh. It felt taut and rounded under his hand, and it grumbled away quietly as it worked on the strange combination of things he'd eaten. A loud gurgle rose up and he just barely managed to stifle another big burp. With the pressure in his stomach slightly lessened, he picked up a Peep, licked off a little bit of the sugar, and then playfully bit its head off.
Not sure how much more he could eat, he decided to prioritize the mochi next. It was one of his favorites of the things he'd put together, but while the fruits would be easy to nibble on as he got fuller, the thick, gooey dough would not. He had two pieces left in the package, and he slowly worked through them both, stretching and squishing a half-eaten piece around as he chewed. It was delicious, but it was rich and heavy, and, reluctantly, he took a careful sip of his soda between bites to break things up a little. Repulsive as it was, the carbonation was refreshing, and it conjured up another quiet burp.
To say space was running low in Morty's stomach would have been an understatement at this point; he was stuffed. With the amount of purple food packed into his belly, he was surprised he hadn't started turning purple himself yet. His belly was as tight and round as the large, firm grapes he'd been eating, and the noises it made as it digested everything would have made a good enough video on their own. He paused again, holding both hands against his tummy. If he wanted to feature that glorious unicorn cupcake, he'd have to quit on everything else now. He'd made pretty good progress, considering the contrast between the amount of food he'd started with and the size of his slim stomach; there was only a little bit left on the table before him, and it would make a good snack some other time. Right now, though, it was time for the grand finale.
With a playful flair, Morty held up the cupcake. It was impressive both in size and appearance, with its colorful sprinkles, the little chocolate unicorn ears and horn stuck into the frosting, and the unnaturally vibrant color of the cake itself. He knew the chocolate pieces would make the best sounds, and he knew that's what most viewers would be waiting for, but he decided to tease a little and lick at the frosting first. It was fluffy and almost too sweet, and there was an absurd amount of it. He took a few licks from it, almost as though it were an ice cream cone, and then, finally, he took one of the chocolate ears in his teeth and crunched down on it.
The cupcake was surprisingly good--he'd expected it to be the sort of disgustingly-sweet thing that only small children could tolerate--and he regretted that he was too stuffed to really enjoy it. It would have been fantastic on an empty stomach, but as full as he was right now, the sugary treat was only making him feel queasy. He worked at it slowly, taking sips of the soda here and there in search of some element of refreshment between mouthfuls of sticky sugar. He was beyond stuffed now, his belly straining and aching and begging him to stop, but he was determined to at least finish the cupcake. It would be a mangled mess if he tried to save part of it, and after all, he was here to put on a show.
He spent what felt like ages nibbling at the cupcake, dragging it out with tiny bites and licks, his stomach groaning uncomfortably with each little swallow. He imagined his belly must be sticking out a foot in front of him by now, although in reality it was barely even visible under his oversized sweater. Still, it felt tighter than tight, crammed so full that it ached just to breathe in, and he was beginning to doubt that he could get through the entire dessert. There wasn't much to go, though, and he was going to give it his best effort. He sighed, pausing to force up a sickly little burp, and pushed on.
Little by little, slowly but surely, he worked through the cupcake, and finally, at long last, it was gone. He swallowed the final bite with a thick gulp and fell back in his seat with a heavy sigh, resting his hands on his distended belly. That cupcake alone would have been enough to fill him up; combined with everything else he'd eaten, he felt too stuffed to move. His tummy bulged comically from his skinny frame, visible against his sweater now that he was fully leaned back, his stomach stretched so taut that it hurt to breathe. He wasn't sure he'd even be able to lean forward far enough to stop the camera. Still, he'd accomplished his goal, and for that he was pleased, even if it meant he was going to spend the rest of the day nursing one hell of a bellyache.
sorry this is a little Hastily Written but i wanted to ride the writing mood while it was still there😭😭😭
[stuffing]
Morty leaned back in his seat, tugging at the waist of his pants. He'd been out on the boardwalk all day with Angela, the two friends periodically stopping for snacks, and while Angela's appetite was still going strong, Morty felt stuffed three stops ago. They were sitting at a rickety little table on an offshoot of the walk beside a restaurant now, sharing a basket of fries. Knowing Angela's love of boardwalk snacks, Morty had dressed comfortably that morning, but not even that foresight could save him now. He had an ice cream cone, a couple of fried Oreos, a wad of cotton candy, some funnel cake, half a bucket of caramel corn, and now a good amount of fries packed into his small stomach, and his once-forgiving outfit had lost its sympathy. The waist of his stretchiest pants hugged his distended tummy tightly, and his loose, baggy shirt could no longer hide the curve pushing out against it.
Angela finished off the fries; Morty gave up trying to eat his share. He doubted it would be their last snack, and he'd need all the space he could scrounge up if he was going to fit anything else. Not that there was any space left--his belly felt tight as a drum, and he was certain it must have been stuffed to its limit by now. He forced up a small burp and inched the waist of his pants a little lower.
"Don't let me forget, we have to hit Mack & Manco's before we leave," said Angela, tossing her napkin into the empty basket. Morty held back a groan. He couldn't imagine how she was still hungry. Of course, she was bigger than him, but surely she wasn't a bottomless pit. Maybe she just has an insane metabolism, he thought, holding his bulging tummy as he hauled himself out of the splintery chair.
He trudged along slowly as they walked, hoping to slow her down a little and put as much time as possible between them and the pizza place. Ordinarily, the thought of the hot pizza would have made Morty's mouth water, and even now on a fuller-than-full stomach it still sounded enticing. He didn't think he had room for a single piece of saltwater taffy, though, let alone an entire slice of pizza. He rested a hand on his belly. It jutted out comically beneath his ribs, his now-snug pants pushing the taut bulge upwards. He wanted nothing more than to go home and tear them off, sprawl out in bed, and sleep off all the junk he'd eaten.
Inevitably, after about fifteen minutes of roaming and window shopping and watching the waves down on the beach, they reached their next stop. The one saving grace was that it would be their last one as well; the sun was beginning to creep down in the sky, and neither of them liked driving home in the dark. They ordered a slice and a soda each. The sodas came quickly and Morty sipped his carefully, hoping it might magically perk his appetite up a little, or at least offer a refreshing break from all the greasy, heavy snacks he'd eaten.
It was only a few minutes before the waitress returned with two large, melty slices of pizza, the cheese already beginning to fuse with the paper plates. In spite of his uncomfortably full stomach, Morty had to admit they smelled pretty good. He clung to that thought as he took his first bite and ate slowly, sipping his soda between bites, trying to pace himself and stave off the raging bellyache he knew was coming on.
Five minutes ago, he didn't think it was possible to feel more stuffed than he already did, but the pizza was proving him wrong, and the soda bubbling up inside him wasn't helping. The button of his pants was digging into his belly now, but he couldn't inch them any lower. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He set his half-eaten slice back on the plate.
"I can't eat any more," he groaned, wiping his hands off on a napkin and resting them atop his round belly. "You want the rest?"
"What, you're full after half a slice of pizza?" she teased. He looked incredulously at her, and she laughed, giving his tummy a playful pat. "I was wondering how long it'd take for you to tap out. I can't believe how much you fit in there!"
explaining to my friend how morty is the natural predator of marshmallows & tacky sweaters are the natural predator of morty & thats the food chain
[ID: a drawing of a guy sitting at a table with a bag of marshmallows before him, holding a marshmallow in his hand. his tummy is slightly rounded, presumably full of marshmallows. the furniture has not actually been drawn; there are simply shadows labeled "table" and "chair."]
[ID: a drawing of a guy sitting and leaning back with his hands on his very full belly, looking tired and a little ill. an empty ice cream bowl sits atop his belly.]
making morty wear a tiny crop top bc his giant sweaters prevent me from showing off his full belly
[ID: a drawing of a guy standing there awkwardly, wearing a snug crop top that reveals his round full tummy. a thought bubble shows that he's thinking about a big turtleneck, and a little illustration beside his belly indicates that he is full of peaches.]
