18+! (secondary account, so I canât join communities, but i frequently check in on them and the related tags!) please refer to the pinned post(s) for interests and limits! this will be mostly sfw, and anything even suggestive will be tagged as such. other than that, i donât bite!! everyoneâs interests and kinks are valid as long as it isnât illegal or abusive
Kiyotaka didn't eat, he didn't bite, he didn't chew, he didn't swallow. It's not like he didn't want to, he was just seemingly never hungry. This tended to be an issue at mealtimes at Hope's Peak, normally he'd have a few token bites and the slip his plate over to someone else sitting near him. Today seemed different as the students of the prestigious academy sat down for breakfast, he didn't feel hungry as usual and only had a cup or two of orange juice but instead of giving his plate to someone else, he waited until everyone else was gone and just, scraped basically a full meal into the trash.
He was pacing one of the halls, doing his duties as the head hall monitor and future student council president when the oh so familiar announcement chime sounded over the P.A system
"can Kiyotaka Ishimaru please report to the auditorium"
He was taken aback, he hadn't broken any rules right? Maybe it was for something positive, like he's received an award of some kind. Only one way to find out...
As soon as Taka pushed open the auditorium doors he was immediately smacked in the face with some of the most delicious smells he'd ever been near, in the centre of the auditorium there was a feast fit for almost the entire school
"Ok" he thought "I must have been sent down to help set up some kind of celebratory lunch" that's when he too notice of the single chair at the head of the table. Before he had time to even guess what his job might be, he felt himself being pushed to the chair and forcibly sat down. A certain black and white bear appeared beside him
"So, you think you can waste perfectly good food and get away with it?" They said, a sneer to their tone
"Huh? Waste food?!" He scrambled to figure out what Monokuma was talking about, this morning's breakfast!
"Don't act dumb! You know what you did, there are starving children in the world who would do anything to have a garenteed meal like that Mr. Ishimaru and if you recall, school rules state that you must clear your plate and since you've blatantly disobeyed that rule multiple times by trading plates. iiiiit's punishment time!"
Miss Monomi came hurrying over, wearing a nurses uniform and carrying a syringe
"It's ok dear, this should only hurt a little" she said, sticking the needle into his arm and injecting the contents
"There, that little cocktail should increase your appetite and slow your metabolism to a crawl!" Monokuma announced, grabbing a turkey leg and holding it to his mouth
Taka tried to struggle but the drugs had taken effect, all he could think about was food, food, FOOD! He tore off a hunk of the turkey leg like he was a wild animal, he swallowed it down greedily, grabbing it from Monokuma and chowing down. The bear smirked, placing more food closer to the boy.
Taka ate like there was no tomorrow, reducing the turkey to a skeleton in minutes, chomping his way through mounds of mashed potatoes and chugging the gravy, stuffing more bread rolls and stuffing down his gullet than should be humanly possible but, all these excess calories began to take their toll as a basketball sized belly pushed against his uniform, his face had begun to get rounder, his lower body straining against his trousers as he continued to stuff himself.
After a while of non-stop feasting, roughly half of the food that'd been laid out had made a home in Kiyotaka's seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach. He was creeping up to having packed on almost 50 pounds of pure lard, he whimpered, pausing to fumble with the button on his pants, he let out a heave and it just, popped off his pants, he breathed a sigh of relief and resumed eating, clawing chunks out of a triple teired cake and cramming them into his greedy maw.
As he neared the end, he leaned over the table to reach his final leg of the meal, he'd grown enormous by this point, double the size he was when he'd entered the auditorium, as he lunged for a pie that was sitting on the far end of the table, his shirt tore across the hills and valleys of his back fat, he grumbled something about cheap material before tossing the shredded remains to the side, he retrieved his pie (which Monomi had already sliced up for him) and shoved the first piece into his mouth, the sweet but still slightly tart flavour of raspberries oozed over his tongue causing him to make a quiet noise of pleasure as he finished his feast.
"Pupupu, now Ishimaru, here, take a gander" the small bear presented him with a full length mirror, allowing Kiyotaka to see himself with an unclouded mind for the first time since this all started.
He gasped in horror as he saw his new bloated form, first off, he was almost completely naked besides a set of rather ill fitting underwear, his face was almost completely round, his cheeks were puffed out like a frog and he had a prominent double chin, his shoulders were soft, he had tits even Junko would envy, his limbs were like albino logs, hell, even his hands had gotten chubby, his ass filled the chair but the main event was his belly that flowed into his lap with rolls cascading down the sides, stretchmarks covered almost every part of his body giving him more stripes than a zebra.
He couldn't help but think of one of the kids in the year below him, imposter they called him, widely regarded as the fattest pupil at Hope's Peak, he wonder if they were of a similar size when he was handed a much larger version of his old uniform, he slipped it on hurriedly, appalled when it fit like a glove
"Ok, you're free to go!" Monokuma yelled after him "I hope you learnt your lesson about wasting food! If not I'll just keep bringing you back until we need a forklift just to get you out again!"
Kiyotaka waddled away solemnly, dreading people's reaction to his new appearance.
guessing it's best to not send too many other asks while u work on writing since it would be unwise to oversend lots both to new or same asker? not to overwhelm? sorry if worded weird. english is hard.
no worries, youâre perfectly legible babes!! and please, feel free to send me something!! i go through my asks as the inspiration strikes, and generally fav characters and tropes go first, but I will at LEAST try and respond to everything eventually!! tysm for asking <3
HIHI!!!HI U!!! I accidentally stumbled across you and supposedly youâre active which is GREAT !!!1!1
do do u uuuu do u like uh uhh what are ur thoughts on l.eosaya with l.eon as a feedeeâŠâŠ..theyâve been sleeping in my brain hes so tummy
awww ty ty!!! and BOY do I ;)
L.eosaya HCs, w/ feedee L.eon
personally I see S.ayaka being quite fond on baking, its a comfort for her to just unwind and try new recipes, of course with her favorite taste tester
while L.eon is partial to more savory flavors, how can he say no to his lover, batting her eyelashes, with a tray of tarts and macarons
they bring put the best in each other, truly, S.ayaka learns to unwind and L.eon is more comfortable being himself.
S.ayaka LOVES to hear him whimper, heâs very very vocal when heâs filled to the brim, calls him her songbird <3
L.eon has an obscenely fast metabolism, so S.ayaka works HARD to keep him fat and happy on the off season, and near constantly stuffed on season
gains most of his weight in his belly, hips, and thighs. very pear shaped, claims to his teammates heâs bulking, and building better running muscles
L.eon tags along with S.ayaka on tours, mostly to support his girlfriend, but heâd be lying if the free gourmet food in the VIP lounge wasnât calling his name
bonus, S.ayaka comes to his games when sheâs not on tour!! LOVES to watch him play (and see the fruits of her labor in action), gets rewards for every homerun he hits (homemade fudge)
thank you so much for all your requests! some of you guys are cooking HARD đđ I shall be getting to them slowly throughout this upcoming month, stay tuned besties!!
hey besties, i want to get back into the scene since theres been some revival of the stuffedronpa tag!! may make some headcanon posts, but please, send me some ideas youâd like to see in my inbox!! im a bit partial to t.hh, but iâll write anything! (obvi with the pinned post rules applying!)
TLDR: m.ondo came home after celebrating the holidays with his friends a little intoxicated. k.iyotaka is left to try and soothe his bellyache.
Mondo Oowada stumbled through the hall of his apartment building after being dropped off by one of his friends. The biker had gone to a holiday party with some of his friends, which, of course, had a surplus amount of food and alcohol. Mondo had taken a liking to some spiked eggnog. He had been downing glass after glass of the rich, creamy beverage until the room started to spin. Thankfully he had a pal that wasnât plastered to take him home.
The holiday decorations adorned the walls, and the twinkling lights seemed to mock him as he tried to maintain his balance. The festive atmosphere clashed with the uneasy churning in his stomach. "Damn it," Mondo mumbled to himself as he fumbled with his keys, finally managing to unlock the door. He staggered inside, the world spinning slightly around him. The spiked eggnog had hit him harder than he expected.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Mondo's boyfriend, looked up from his book that he had been reading on the couch, concern etching his features. His thick brows furrowed. "Mondo! Youâre home late! And you don't look so good..."
Mondo let out a hiccup before responding, âHad too much fuckinâ, uh⊠spiked eggnog shit. Mâ belly hurts.â
The biker rubbed his belly as he swayed back and forth. Despite his large coat covering his midsection, the swelling and bloatedness was still noticeable.
Kiyotaka sighed, shaking his head. "Well, we'll have to deal with this situation. Let's get you comfortable."
Kiyotaka helped Mondo to the bedroom, where he sat down on their bed with a groan. The prefect assisted him with taking off his coat, his ruby red eyes immediately flickering down to inspect the damage.
"Alright, let me help you feel better," He said as he grabbed a pillow and gestured for Mondo to lie down.
Mondo complied, groaning as he settled onto the bed. Kiyotaka sat down beside him and began gently rubbing Mondo's distended belly through his shirt. As Kiyotaka's fingers continued their gentle exploration of Mondo's plush midsection, tracing intricate patterns across the soft, pliant expanse of Mondo's belly, he couldn't help but notice the newfound softness that the spiked eggnog had bestowed upon his boyfriend's belly. The fabric of Mondo's shirt strained against the well-fed curves and fat, creating delightful ripples with each subtle movement.
After Mondo let out another soft grunt followed by a hiccup, his large calloused hands moved sluggishly to undo the buttons that were barely holding the fabric together. Letting his belly be on full display. Mondo's chubby belly, adorned with the glistening silver belly ring and dragon tattoos, was a captivating sight. Each gentle press and knead accentuated the plushness of the flesh beneath.
The rhythmic kneading of Kiyotaka's fingers on Mondo's abdomen was like a carefully orchestrated dance. Each movement was deliberate, designed to alleviate the tension that had built up from the excessive spiked eggnog consumption. Kiyotaka's touch seemed to coax the trapped air from Mondo's belly, the occasional belch escaping as a testament to the relief being offered.
Mondo's eyes were closed, his face a mix of discomfort and pleasure. The warmth of Kiyotaka's hands radiated through his shirt, contrasting with the chill of the winter night outside. As Kiyotaka's fingers dipped into the softer areas around Mondo's navel, a quiet, satisfied groan escaped Mondo's lips.
"Ah, Taka, that's the spot," Mondo murmured, the tension in his voice giving way to a more relaxed tone. Kiyotaka couldn't help but smile at the response, continuing to rub Mondo's belly, applying a bit more pressure this time. As he worked his magic, he couldn't help but notice the subtle gurgles and burbles emanating from Mondo's overstuffed stomach.
"Brrrraaap! Man, that spiked eggnog really packs a punch," Mondo admitted tiredly, the belch reverberating in the quiet room.
Kiyotaka couldn't help but chuckle, though he maintained his gentle belly-rubbing motions. "That's it, honey. Let it all out.â
Mondo shifted on the bed, his distended gut letting out a low gurgle. âHic â urrrp!! â ! Uhhh, sorry 'bout that, Taka," Mondo sheepishly apologized, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. His own hand feathered gentle touches along the underside of his stomach.
Kiyotaka chuckled softly, continuing his belly rubs. "No need to apologize, my love." If it was anyone else, he'd chew them out. Ridicule them on how rude and unprofessional they are. But it's Mondo -- a biker who's never cared for manners. The man he fell head over heels for.
The hiccups persisted, each one accompanied by a subtle bounce in Mondo's soft yet absurdly firm belly. Kiyotaka adjusted his touch, now incorporating gentle pats and soothing circles to help alleviate the unexpected spasms. As Kiyotaka continued his careful belly rubs, his fingers grazed over Mondo's exposed skin, tracing the edges of a silver belly ring that adorned Mondo's navel. Gently tracing over each tattoo.
"BrrRRRP! â UghhâŠ" Mondo belched again, his hand half-heartedly covering his mouth to muffle it.
As the night wore on, the spiked eggnog's effects gradually subsided. Mondo's bellyache began to ease, and he found himself drifting off into a more peaceful slumber, the occasional belch still escaping as his body processed the liquid. Kiyotaka watched over him, a smile playing on his lips.
"Rest well, my dear. We shall face future festivities with a bit more caution, hm?â
this fic contains: bloating, burps, hiccups, belly rubs, alcohol, mpreg, SFW and brief NSFW content.
NO MINORS -- MINORS DNI (that's a given, but especially now b/c of the brief nsfw content)
ship: n.aegami
TLDR: m.akoto and b.yakuya's relationship has many flavors.
Bitter.
Byakuya could not function without his morning coffee. The stoic heir to the Togami Corporation needed his coffee. As he descended the grand staircase, his usual aura of composed elegance was replaced by an unmistakable fatigue. The world seemed dull and imperfect â until the invigorating aroma of his morning brew met his nose.
Slipping into the kitchen, he noticed his boyfriend Makoto in front of the coffee pot, holding 2 mugs full of coffee. The brunette turned his head, glancing back at the disheveled heir. A smile appeared, accentuating his chubby, rosy cheeks.
âGood morning,â the brunette chirped as Byakuya stumbled up to him, rubbing his eyes. The heir only responded with a grunt, motioning for the cup. Makoto handed it to him, not minding this behavior â it occurred every morning.
Sipping the hot liquid, Byakuya felt a sense of calm returning. It was bitter. Just the way he liked it. He preferred coffee without all the sweeteners and creams, unlike Makoto â who probably had more sugar, syrups and milk in his coffee than actual coffee. After a few more long sips of coffee, his icy blue eyes glanced down at his boyfriend who was now scrolling through his phone, and murmured,
âGood morning, love.â
Savory.
Sunday evenings were Makotoâs favorite. Byakuya would order food out on his way home from work. Not that the chefâs that Byakuya hired didnât make good food, but there was just something about fast food that Makoto seemed to love. The heir could never understand why, but he admittedly enjoyed watching Makoto gorge himself every time.
The tantalizing aroma of savory, cheesy goodness wafted through the air, leading Makoto to the source of his newfound delight. There, in the center of the kitchen, was an impressive spread of various pizzas. And Byakuya Togami, who wore a wide smirk, stood behind the counter.
âYou are the best boyfriend ever,â Makoto exclaimed, scurrying around the counter to grab a slice. Without wasting any time, he grabbed the boxes and skipped to the sofa to start his feast.
âI know,â said Byakuya, who followed behind â a smirk still present on his face.
Boxes became empty. Slice after slice disappeared. Byakuya maybe ate one or two slices, Makoto ate the rest. And it was certainly taking a toll on his waistline. Makotoâs belly, which was previously contained by a pair of gray sweatpants and one of Byakuyaâs few t-shirts, was now sitting on his lap. The shirt was unable to reach past his belly button, the waistline of his sweatpants pulled down to relieve some of the pressure.
The dull noise of the TV echoed the room, every once in a while being interrupted by a hiccup or a belch from the brunette. Byakuya had his arm wrapped around Makotoâs shoulders, a hand slowly rubbing over the gurgling, overtaxed organ â stuffed to the brim with a variety of pizzas. Even though the television was on, Byakuya hadnât been paying attention to the stupid rom-com that was on â his attention had been solely invested in Makoto.
âAre you full, honey?â Byakuya cooed as he doted on Makoto. The only response he received, however, was a long, undignified belch that rolled from Makotoâs tongue.
Sour.
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over their home. Makoto found themselves in the dining room â surrounded by the polished mahogany furniture, minimalist design, and the soft glow of candlelight created an atmosphere of refinement befitting the Togami name.
Byakuya, who was in the kitchen, approached his side with a mysterious glint in his eyes. As Makoto looked up from his phone, he noticed a bottle in the heirâs arms. Byakuya spoke, "How about we try something different tonight?"
Makoto raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Different? Like what?"
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Byakuya's lips. "An alcoholic beverage. I believe it's time for you to experience the finer things in life."
"Alcohol? Are you serious?" Makoto asked as he blinked in surprise. "I've never really tried alcohol before."
Byakuya poured a delicate amount of alcohol into two crystal flutes, his eyes never leaving Makoto's. "Consider it an exploration of new horizons, Naegi."
With a sense of curiosity, Makoto accepted the glass offered to him. The clinking of the glasses echoed in the room as they raised their flutes, a silent acknowledgment of the moment.
"To new experiences," Byakuya said, his eyes locked onto Makoto's. "To us."
Makoto took a cautious sip of the alcohol presented to him, and was immediately met with a strong, sour, lemon-y taste. The alcohol was strong. Making some sort of strangled noise, the brunette pursed his lips. Byakuya watched him, his eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion.Â
 âYou â hnnf â you take me so well,â the blonde moaned, his long lithe fingers grabbing at Makotoâs hair. Soft, small brown ringlets to hold on to as the brunette sucked on the tip of Byakuyaâs length. Byakyuya let out another grunt as his hips involuntarily bucked forward, causing Makoto to gag. Blue eyes go wide as his hips move again, hitting the back of Makotoâs throat. His member twitched in Makotoâs mouth.
âOh, Iâm closeâŠâ Byakuya whined, eyebrows furrowing. Makoto hummed in response, sending vibrations throughout the heirs body. And that was enough to make him release after another mewl fell from his mouth. Makotoâs head moved back with a slight pop, teary eyes staring up at Byakuya. Byakuya observed as Makotoâs adams apple bobbed, swallowing his salty seed, licking his lips afterward.
â... Think you can do it again?â Makoto asked with a hoarse tone, but a mischievous glint remained in his eyes. âMaybe this time, though⊠somewhere else?â
Byakuya, who was usually quick-witted, instead nodded aggressively at the gesture from Makoto, who was usually too embarrassed to say such things. He wouldnât even let the shorter male get to his feet before he leaned down, grabbing him into his arms. Holding him against his thin yet muscular frame. The blonde pressed several wet kisses to Makotoâs face as he carried him to their bedroom, the other giggling with delight every step of the way. It was rare to see such affection from Togami.
Bykauya hummed in response, observing the table again. "Naegi, do you really think it's wise to consume such an excessive amount of sugar? You are 8-months pregnant, afterall.â
