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reading my will. and to wendy i leave my trait of Stomach Inexplicably Fills Up With Air While Im Sleeping

[ID: two drawings of a woman in her pajamas with a very bloated tummy. in the first she's laying and holding her belly, looking alarmed at the state of it. in the second she's sitting up with a hand on her belly, looking uncomfortable.]

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May I request more Wendy belly art please?

shes fighting for her life rn

[ID: a drawing of a woman sitting with an uncomfortable expression, labeled "trying to power through." a diagram pointing to her bloated tummy indicates that she's eaten a big burger, labeled "too much!"]

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stiff little wendy jammies discomfort doodle

[ID: a sketch of a woman wearing pajama pants and a snug shirt which has ridden up a little over her bloated tummy. she looks tired and uncomfortable.]

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wendy by request of my esteemed colleague she has like No tummy capacity

[ID: two drawings of a woman. the first shows her holding her bloated tummy, which is labeled as having too mach spaghetti in it, looking sheepish and uncomfortable and saying "no, I'm fine." the second shows her just as bloated with her pants unbuttoned, exposing the lower part of her belly. she looks tired, saying "oof" as she holds her gurgling tummy.]

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🎈 and 💥 please?

thank u !!!!!!!!!!!

🎈 Apart from solely overeating, has your character ever felt bloated to the point of nearly bursting?

ill give this one to leslie💖 leslie is lactose intolerant and theres been times where he'll have gotten through a whole serving of something before realizing Oops! All Dairy. and while hes not one to stuff himself stupid the way some of my ocs do he certainly enjoys his food and eats well so hes already plenty full, and by the time that big not-so-dairy-free milkshake is in full swing he feels about ready to pop like a balloon

theres also wendy, to whom i have gifted my strange trait of Unconsciously And Continuously Swallowing Air In My Sleep. its not unusual for her to wake up painfully bloated, and especially if she sleeps on her back the air refuses to move on from her stomach so it just keeps building up until shes ready to blow

💥 Has your character ever been so full they're worried they really might burst?

i was gonna try to pick someone who isnt an obvious choice but one cannot deny that teddy finds himself in this situation every month. i answered a question earlier detailing how his werewolf self is much bigger than his human self and if he eats well that night hes Too full the morning after. he'll be so stuffed that his stomach wont even be digesting and the pressure will just be building up inside his belly until hes sure he'll burst and the only reason he hasnt is bc being a werewolf has made his guts stronger than the average human system. fortunately for him, if anybody recalls the wizard who was able to hook him up with transformation blockers so he could successfully get top surgery, that same wizard has been able to give him some stuff to help loosen up his stomach & aid his digestion or even condense its contents a little on those difficult mornings. he cant take it beforehand tho so that about-to-burst feeling is still unavoidable, and then he has to swallow the potion or whatever on top of it

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since im finishing up my sketchbook i went through for doodles i never finished/posted Part 1: oc edition

[ID: six sketchy doodles of different characters with variously round, swollen tummies.

the first drawing is a man standing and looking sheepish with his hands behind his back. the second is a woman in pajamas, looking sleepy. the third is a man in pajamas laying flat on his back. each of their bellies are a relatively realistic amount of bloated, and peeking out from under their shirts.

the fourth drawing is a woman sitting and holding her enormously distended belly, looking alarmed. the fifth is a person standing there with one hand on his slightly bloated tummy. the sixth is a side view of a woman holding her very round, pregnant-looking belly, looking worried.]

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Art or writing request: just more Sunny because I miss him ♥︎

have upon you the most Wee Silly Dumb Little Thing On Earth it is not particularly Zesty but it is Sunny

Sunny happily strode down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm weather. It had been a while since he'd gotten to meet up with the whole friend group, their work schedules creating an endless puzzle where the pieces never seemed to fit, but they were finally all free at the same time, and he was excited to see them. The plan was to go out for lunch together, and he'd certainly brought his appetite, but they were meeting at Wendy's house first just to hang out. He hopped up the steps of her porch, but as he went to open the door, he heard a groan through the open window.

"Ugh, Sunny." He froze, listening. "I don't want Sunny anymore. I'm tired of Sunny." That was Laurie's voice. And then Dave's:

"God, I know. It's just too much."

"Like, give me literally anything else," agreed Carrie.

Sunny recoiled from the doorknob, wounded. They'd all sounded so aggravated, so miserable, and their misery was for him. He'd been right all along that they'd never wanted him around, and of course he was right, how could he have been stupid enough to let himself think otherwise? His face felt warm and his chest felt cold, and his heart crumbled right along with him as he dropped down against the side of the house, all the strength having disappeared from his legs. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go inside, not now. He couldn't bring himself to get up and walk back home. All he could do was sit there, pull his knees up to his chest, bury his face in his arms, and cry.

The world around him was muffled those few minutes he sat there spiraling into despair, trying to keep his choked sobs quiet. He thought he heard a voice nearby, but he couldn't focus enough to make it out, and he didn't react when he heard the door open, but suddenly he was surrounded by a jumble of concerned voices, and he finally looked up when he felt a hand grab his shoulder.

"Sunny, what's the matter?" Laurie was knelt beside him, looking alarmed.

"Y-you said-you said--" His voice trembled badly as he struggled to steady himself, sniffling and hiccupping. "You said you guys don't want me anymore." He buried his face in his arms again, sobbing. The group looked around at each other in surprised confusion.

"Sunny, who said that?" asked Carrie, placing a hand on his back.

"Just now," he snuffled wetly through his tears. "I heard you guys sayin' you were tired of me."

"The weather," Dave exclaimed suddenly, a lightbulb practically popping up over his head.

"The weather! Oh, Sunny, we were looking at the forecast," Laurie moaned, pulling out her phone to show him. "Look!" He looked up, face sopping wet, and the screen showed sunny days all the way down.

"Are you sure?" He looked sadly up at her, and she pulled him into a hug.

"The weather sucks, Sunny, not you," she said, squeezing him tightly.

"It's nice out," he mumbled, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Gray's the only person who agrees with you on that," said Laurie, rubbing his back.

"Sorry we scared you," said Dave, kneeling down to join the hug.

"You're very important to all of us," said Gray, sitting beside them and ruffling Sunny's fluffy hair. They sat together for a moment, consoling Sunny as he struggled to pull himself together, when his belly rumbled loudly.

"Sounds like it's time for lunch," said Carrie.

The group got themselves in order and made their way to the diner, but when it came time to eat, despite his rumbling tummy, Sunny didn't seem to have much of an appetite. Gray watched for a moment as he nibbled listlessly at a fry. It was extremely unlike him; Sunny always had an appetite, even when he wasn't doing well.

"Sunny, are you alright?" he asked finally. Sunny's gaze remained fixed on his plate for a moment, then he looked up timidly, his eyes still red and damp.

"Are you sure you guys aren't tired of me?" His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, as though he didn't really want to ask the question at all.

"Of course we're sure," Gray said softly, setting his fork down. "You're my best friend."

"Look, Sunny," said Laurie, squeezing his shoulder, "I know I get fed up with you sometimes, but I wouldn't put up with your nonsense if I didn't want to."

"Y'know, that's a good point," Dave said with his mouth full. "If Laurie didn't want you around she'd probably just kill you with a hammer." Sunny nodded thoughtfully, considering that.

"And from a professional standpoint," Wendy added, "I honestly don't know if we'd accomplish as much as we do without your energy."

"So there you have it," Carrie declared. "We like you, and you're essential to the team, AND Laurie hasn't killed you with a hammer."

"I like you guys too," Sunny said quietly, looking remorsefully at his friends with sad, dark eyes. Laurie reached out and roughly tousled his hair, and he smiled shyly at her. Then, suddenly, as though a bolt of life had surged back into him, he grabbed her by the wrist and hugged her arm.

Sunny's appetite picked back up as normal conversation returned to the table, and his friends were relieved to see him happily wolfing down his burger like the Sunny they knew. By the time he was through, he'd just barely finished the whole thing, his tummy puffed out snug against his tight shirt, and when a big burp inevitably rushed out of him he made sure to aim it at Laurie. She wrinkled her nose at him, but she never did kill him with a hammer.

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dont ask me why they have potions ok i was thinking about tiny jan eating a raspberry and i couldnt go on without it

[micro stuffing]

Most people would be alarmed at having been shrunk down to just six inches tall. Maybe more than alarmed; panicked, terrified, confused, frantic, upset, what have you. Well, Jan was none of those things. Jan's immediate response was curiosity. Everything was so different, so new, his own living room suddenly foreign and fascinating, and he couldn't help himself. Unnoticed in the commotion over the effect of the potion, Jan wandered off to explore.

By the time anybody realized he was missing, Jan was far too absorbed in taking in the strange new world around him to notice the new commotion erupting far behind him. Right now he was busy wandering along beside the dusty baseboard, unintentionally hidden well out of sight from the people who were now frantically looking for him. He went about exploring many sights--shelves of knickknacks, some now towering over him, big enough for him to observe details he'd never noticed before; his bottle cap collection, tracing his fingers around the scalloped edges; his fish tank, enormous clouds of glittering scales passing by him like dragons. He sat before the fish tank for some time, utterly mesmerized.

Jan could have spent the whole day exploring the living room, but it wasn't long before he found himself in his cluttered little kitchen. Wanting to look out the window, he carefully made his way up onto the counter. He squinted as bright sunlight flowed over him, bathing him in a pleasant warmth, and he sat for a few minutes gazing out the window before something else caught his eye--a carton of raspberries.

Raspberries were one of Jan's favorite things, and one of the few things he could stuff himself silly on without getting too much of a stomachache. Walking up to the carton, he estimated that one berry would be more than enough for his tiny tummy, and carefully lifted one out. It was fascinating to look at so close up, the funny little hairs and the beautiful rosy segments, the dark cavity at the top. He'd have liked to use one as a cup, but getting some water seemed like too difficult a task, so he settled for eating it.

He went at it carefully, trying not to get himself too sticky, nibbling away one little segment at a time. He started at the rim around the cavity, methodically going around layer by layer, occasionally stopping to lick the sweet juice off his hands. It wasn't long before he began to feel full, but it would be silly to leave a half-eaten raspberry sitting around; it would only go bad and attract bugs, and who would want to finish it after he'd been chewing on it? Anyhow, he was enjoying it greatly, and even with a snug feeling beginning to bloom in his stomach, he had no desire to abandon it; not yet, at least.

About two thirds of the way through the berry, Jan was beginning to feel absolutely stuffed, his taut belly teetering on the edge of discomfort. He sat down and set the berry down on the counter before him. His normally flat tummy had begun to round out, poking against his soft sweater and pushing against the waist of his pants. He held a hand to his middle, wondering whether he should finish the berry. There was only a tiny bit left, but then, for his tiny tummy, that little bit seemed like a massive amount. Still, he saw no reason to leave it uneaten. Hesitantly, he picked it back up and got to work.

The rest of the berry didn't go down easy. Each bite made his stomach grow tighter, and soon his belly was pushing out hard, straining against his too-tight pants and beginning to ache. He felt a sudden chill on his skin, and, looking down, realized that his tummy was bulging out so much that his sweater didn't quite cover it all the way. He paused again, holding a hand against his belly. It was remarkably tight, barely any give at all to it, and he wasn't sure he could hold much more. He was already well past his comfortable limit, and there was still a good hunk of raspberry left. He looked at the nibbled-up piece of berry, pondering it, and reluctantly took another bite. He felt his stomach push out as it stretched to make room. That was it; he was too full to eat any more.

"There he is! God dammit, Jan!" Jan looked up, startled, to see his friends rushing into the kitchen, and suddenly they were surrounding him, all towering over him and talking and shouting and scolding at once. He shrunk into himself, frightened, and toppled backwards as he tried to back away, his full tummy sticking straight out. His friends' faces softened a little, and the shouting and scolding came to a stop as he stared up at them with wide, damp eyes.

"We were looking everywhere for you," said Wendy, carefully scooping him up in her hands. "Are you alright?" Jan nodded shyly.

"Did you eat that whole raspberry?" asked Dave. He nodded again, looking away sheepishly.

"Oh, gosh, Jan! Your poor tummy," Laurie exclaimed sympathetically. His stomach let out a strained gurgle in response.

"Come on, let's see if we can get you back to normal," said Wendy, carrying him back to the living room. "Then you won't feel so stuffed anymore."

"Yeah, but how's he supposed to drink anything to change back? There's no way he can fit anything else in there," said Dave, gesturing to his tiny friend's distended tummy.

"One tiny little sip at a time," said Laurie.