usually when you go to eat out there are 2 distinctly different colours of chopsticks. this is to separate which ones are 公筷(communal chopsticks, which do not touch one's mouth. used to serve yourself and others) and 私筷(personal chopsticks that you eat with). you switch between the two because of sanitary reasons. the colours are very different (white and black, ive seen green and orange)
............ the fact that ji.ng yu.a.n uses the same colour pair of chopsticks to take food and eat it suggests that.... he's eating all of that by himself. and the food he packed up for fe.ix.iao is probably not the same things on the table bc he has touched that food with his 私筷 personal chopsticks
good luck general 🫡 from my experience that is more than enough food for 12~14 ppl😵💫
It was a tad uncomfortable to lay on his back like that on a wooden table with no proper support for his back or neck. Beggars couldn’t be choosers however and Venti certainly felt ready to beg when he saw the keg being hung up and people asked for a brave volunteer to take on the challenge. A whole keg of lovely creamy mead and the whole thing was for free, but only if he could finish the whole thing himself.
Perhaps he was mistaken to pester the traveler for a home cooked dinner tonight. The chicken had been delicious and while he wasn’t stuffed by any means, it sure was filling. He was prepared for this though. With his corset tossed to the side, he positioned himself on the wooden table and gave a thumb up after putting the hose in his mouth. He braced himself for the first mouthful and it was a good thing he did. The stream came down at a rather quick pace.
It tasted divine however. The mead was sweet but not overly so and went down smooth. For one cocky moment, Venti really believed that this would be easy. The thought was banished quickly as he felt the strain of his growing belly against his once loose clothes. Another oversight on his part. He’d already been steadily packing on some pounds since his return to Mondstadt and his clothes were paying the price for it. Once loose blouse and shorts now sitting more snug against his frame, and his tights and corset straining the worst of all.
Venti feels rather than sees the way his buttons cave under the pressure and starts to regret his decision to ditch his corset. Now, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible on the wooden table that he lay on, hose in his mouth pouring the creamy mead with overwhelming speed, he starts to worry if he might have been a bit overconfident when he took the challenge.
Embarrassing as it was, at least the popping of those buttons had made some more room for his ample belly. He wasted now time reaching for the available skin to massage away the cramps. Oh god he was so full. The pace was merciless and it took all his concentration to keep chugging and take quick breaths through his nose in between gulps. He was so focused, he hadn't even noticed the other patrons who watched his display in awe until he felt their hands on him. A hand squeezing his shoulder in support, another fluffing up his hair where his hat used to be, and a couple of bold hands wandering over his exposed belly.
They were soothing and encouraging where they touched him. The soothing rubs at the crest of his belly and the teasing hands that were currently very occupied with his soft love handles. They all gave him the boost he needed to keep going.
It was loud as well. The sounds of cheering from his bar mates and the constant gurgling and rumbling of his overtaxed belly filled the room. On any other day, he’d be cheering along with the crowd, but right now the keg had all his attention. Only when he swallowed the very last drop did he pump his first in the air to celebrate his victory, followed by a deep and long burp that seemed to rattle him down to his bones.
He’s stuck like that on the table for a while after. He doesn’t think he can get up right now and frankly, he doesn’t even want to try. More than happy to bask in his victory, he settles on the table with various people congratulating him and continuing to dote on his stuffed belly. They work some more air pockets out of him and Venti can’t even be bothered to try and muffle them behind a fist. Simply letting them take care of him while he enjoys the feeling of his booze filled belly.
Don't know if this is your cup of tea cus I havent seen you talking about them, but I'm taking this oppertunity to talk about post war Watatsumi and especially kokogorou.
Food shortage had been a big problem for Watatsumi for a long time and we see how hard koko and Gorou are working towards fixing that in her story quest and also in Heizou's hangout.
I just think that mr. Sweettooth would definitly enjoy himself with the new imports. Indulging in sweets that he wasn't able to for so long.
Kokomi takes a little longer to get used to this new style of living. She's been managing everything for so long with the bare minimum, and doesn't quite know what to do with herself once excess is presented to her. She watches on as her general happily packs on the pounds while enjoying their new prosperity and feels a kind of longing she never has before.
So she starts taking some of that excess for herself. Starting slowly at first, but with some encouragement, she really starts to enjoy overeating. The warm feeling of her full belly and the soft padding she recieves are new, but definitly not unwanted.
"We might need to start focusing more on fashion imports now." She says while gently glading her fingers over the folds that are starting to appear on Gorou's waist. Though one quick glance at her own lovehandles spilling over her waistband says that he's not the only one who needs it.
characters whose stomach growls instantly after seeing their feeder (or honestly anyone that makes sure they eat regularly) because the association of food with that person is so strong in their mind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Because Cyno absoluty has to be reminded by Tighnari to eat when he's in work mode. Therefore pavloving himself and feeling his stomach rumble everytime he comes home. Tighnari lightly teases him for it, but Cyno doesn't seem bothered in the slightest.
God forbid he return the favor though. Tighnari already has a tendancy to turn a pretty pink and avoid eye contact when his belly gives an audible rumble. He doesn't think he'll handle it well if Cyno decided to tease him about it.
head empty. all I can think about is feedee jing yuan being an evil BASTARD because he’d feign confusion and ignorance of why his clothes don’t quite fit the way they use to and why his stomach starts whining with hunger again sooner and sooner after eating a full meal. meanwhile he’s fully aware, intentionally buying clothing a size or two too small and eating appetite stimulants for the sole purpose of getting to enjoy his feeder’s flustered reactions ❤️❤️
thinking about kinich being socially isolated from his tribe for pretty much his whole life… when he made his first real friends (Mualani kachina Mavuika the other heroes etc) he ended up gaining some weight because theyd always taken him to celebrations/outings/etc that had lots of food and encouraged to him Eat and Enjoy !! and his body is not used to eating that amount of food whatsoever since before he’d only eat to replenish energy and such;;;
2 days late and not fully finished, but have it anyway. Here is my submission for kinktober 2024 day 19: invasive vines, featuring Cyno and Tighnari.
Tighnari knew they were both getting heavy, when he could no longer comfortably sit on Cyno’s lap in the regular wooden chair in his hut. It was too small and creaked ominously when their combined weight was placed on it. They could still move to the bed, but he quite liked venturing out into the forest with his lover, big basket of food in hand, and finding a comfortable patch of grass to sit down in. Preferably with a big study tree supporting Cyno’s back.
And that is where they found themselves now. With Tighnari snug on his lap, his round belly pressing into his lover's equally plumb form, and his thick thighs spread around Cyno’s wide hips. Resting a hand against Cyno’s soft chest, filled with muscle and protected by a solid layer of fat, Tighnari used the other to start feeding his lover whatever he could reach first from the basket. Cyno’s hands had a sturdy grip on Tighnari’s love handles, holding him firm. It wasn’t long however until Cyno also started picking out treats to feed his equally ravenous partner. His other hand slid around to the folds of waist to continue holding him steady as they both ate.
It didn’t take long until about half the basket was gone and they both felt the pressure of two steadily filling bellies pressed against each other. Tighnari heard Cyno’s groan loud and clear. He wasn’t sure whether it was from fullness or the strain of keeping him stable on his lap, but Tighnari wanted to lend a helping hand regardless. Or perhaps it was more like a helping vine.
Dendro energy filled the air as the tree that Cyno was using as his personal backrest, started growing longer vines. The vines not only helped to keep him in place, but also started exploring their bodies on their own. Not exactly what Tighnari had originally commanded them to do, but he wasn’t complaining when he was greeted with the view of Cyno’s soft pecs (more like breasts at this point) being squeezed together and wrapped in pretty green. His thoughts were so occupied with Cyno, his growing curves being fondled and squeezed by vines wherever his own hands couldn’t reach, that he didn’t realize his own predicament until it was too late.
Vines started wandering places where he hadn’t commanded them to wander. Some looked in the basket for more food to feed them, and some had started creeping their way into the waistband of his trousers. By the sound of Cyno’s moaning, muffled by the food still being crammed into his mouth, he wasn’t the only one being invaded by the vines. Soft moan interrupted when a loud burp tore its way through his throat from the way his bloated belly was being compressed.
He should probably try and put a stop to this. Somehow these vines had grown a mind of their own, but what should have been a concern for their safety, was quickly drowned out by thoughts of Cyno’s red cheeks, flustered by this unexpected turn of events, but also not trying to stop it. He probably thought that Tighnari was doing this on purpose. A fair assumption all things considered. And if it got his normally composed lover to continue unraveling like that, Tighnari wasn’t in any particular rush to end things. And with the basket now fully empty, they could focus all their attention on each other. The vines just provided some extra assistance.
With all caution and concern thrown out the window, Tighnari surrendered his body to the vines and the still exploring hands of his partner. Rutting his growing erection against the flab of his lower belly all the while. He was topless before he even knew it and Cyno took his sweet time traces every inch of his neck and chest with his mouth. Occasional nips, bites and suckling turning his eyes hazy and making him jiggle with shudders. Cyno grabbed as much of his plush ass in his hand as he could and squeezed. Trying to pull Tighnari even closer still and inadvertently inviting the vines to start poking and prodding at the ring of muscle it found there. A sweet scent filled the air when the vines started secreting a kind of thick slime.
The slime coated vine felt warm when it entered him. He tried to muffle some of his moans by biting down on Cyno’s shoulder, an action that would surely leave a very visible mark, continuing his desperate humping all the while. Every forward motion had him pressed even further into his love’s soft form and had his trapped dick weeping from the friction. And everytime he moved back, those vines would be ready to plunge into his willing hole. He knew he wasn’t going to last long like this and looking at Cyno’s expression, he wasn’t lasting much longer.
The vines held on strong, even after they both met their release. It was probably for the best, because Tighnari was unsure about his ability to stay seated as he was without their assistance. Luckily they seemed to have some mercy for the pair as they came down from their respective highs, when the vines retracted from their clothes and moved to continue caressing their plumb forms instead. Filled to brim and fully sated.
Thinking of Gorou in a post-cake-eating coma, letting out little whines when he gets a bellyache and then whimpering happily as he gets his belly rubbed.
still thinking about this. after all he’s been through I just need to spoon feed that guy a whole buffet, even through the insistent grumbles of his tummy. maybe even massaging his soft tummy in circles trying to calm it down…
i think tb and march would have little competitions to make the weirdest concoctions ever, in which victory is determined by a very normal factor (which is of course how loud they can make dan hengs tummy grumble after he very begrudgingly consumes it)
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