what up hip cats I don’t think I’ve ever seen a purely stuffing-themed ask meme, so here the heck we go! These are geared towards fictional characters, but obviously you can use them for your actual self if you want to.
What food do they overeat most often?
What’s their go-to comfort food?
What’s a food they can’t resist even if already full?
Have they ever stuffed themselves on purpose?
Have they ever stuffed themselves accidentally?
Do they enjoy the feeling or do it for some other reason?
Does their belly swell or stay relatively flat?
Is their stomach noisy when too full?
Do they start burping and / or hiccuping when too full?
What is their stomach capacity like?
Do they want to stay comfortable or will they eat past the point of pain?
How can you tell if they’ve gone too far?
Are they likely to get an upset stomach, nausea, or just an overfull ache?
Do they have any techniques for soothing an unhappy belly?
Do they try to hide bellyaches or do they complain openly about them?
Have they ever had someone else feed them?
Have they ever had someone comfort or care for them while stuffed?
Have they ever gotten sick from being too full?
What’s the most stuffed they’ve ever been?
What’s the most enjoyable stuffing experience they’ve ever had?
“Ignore the chubby Voltron college AU,” I said. “It’ll be easy, just don’t play with it,” I said — and then I figured out that I’m probably so enamored with it right now because I haven’t been balancing my relative levels of writing happy (or at least happier) stuff vs. writing angst, so I put a prompt list together.
I did primarily draw this up for myself, which is why some of the prompts probably seem to overlap a bit (and why I split the, “focus on chubby parts other than bellies” prompt up), but hey, if you want to give yourself some prompts or make a meme out of this too, then by all means, please do. ♡
Many prompts were inspired or borrowed from the 20 days of chub!kink meme by @iwritetheweirdstuff, the 21 days of chub wolf meme by @chubstilinski, and my own old ask box meme.
Looks like i made my own 30 day kink drawing challenge ! Mostly stuffing / belly related, but a few others thrown in for fun !
1) Favourite food
2) Belly rubs
3) Liquids
4) Tummy aches
5) Tight clothes
6) Feedee and Feeder
7) Begging
8) Forcefeeding
9) Tum worship
10) Food play
11) PJs and blankets
12) Midnight snacks
13) Sleeping / Naptime
14) Stretching
15) Free space ! Draw your favourite scenario
16) Bathtime
17) Soda bloats
18) Receiving affection that isn’t tumrubs
19) Lingerie
20) Praise kink
21) Restricted movement
22) Suspension
23) Massage
24) Being encouraged
25) Aftercare
26) Costume / Dressup
27) Pinup pose
28) Chubby bunny
29) Big Picnic
30) A kink / situation you didn’t get to draw this month
(Day 31 Bonus !) Royalty
Feel free to use ! (also tag me if you’re doing this challenge, i’d love to see !)
A has been pregnant and B has been showering them the whole pregnancy. Even gaining a bit of sympathy weight. It's finally time for A to give birth but B is feeling unwell. they just assume that the whole thing is growing them out (seeing them crying in pain, ect) but as the night goes on the duo realises that there may be another birthday coming up....
Ooohohoh like double mpreg? Damn though good on B for pampering A so much when they should have been pampered as well. A better make up for it later, after they both get their kids out of course.
“Thank you,” the queen murmured distractedly as her cup was refilled by the server that had been hovering next to her chair, waiting for the liquid inside to dip beneath an appropriate level.
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
Estinne smiled tightly, distracted by the biscuit in her mouth. The table before her was covered with a variety of rich foods and the dining room was buzzing with activity as a rotation of servants took up empty dishes only to be replaced moments later. It was a formidable display of dedication. She had been spoiled with extra treats since she was a child, but lately eating had become her greatest obligation, one she she was committed to, as queen. She owed it to the droning servants who were working hard in preparation of the heirs she would ultimately bear. Hopefully soon, as soon as her body was ready and as soon as she’d made her choice of a partner.
The almond and honey tart she reached for was intimidating, but the glistening sugar on top of the sliced almonds was enticing. She took her time to appreciate the rich flavors and rested her hand on her stomach. Her queendom was an isolated place with customs unlike those in the surrounding regions. She didn't believe that most monarchs sat around to be fed at all hours. If not for her poise and care, she surely would have been a repugnant sight, but here her swollen belly was as noble as her crown. Her dedication to her people was visible in every inch their offerings stretched her middle. What she couldn’t finish would be taken by the staff of the castle and shared among them, but Estinne strove to finish as much as she could. Her appetite, like her title, was a greatness owned only by her.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t without her limits. She had to breathe more slowly as she made her way through the tart, ignoring the cautionary ache of her stomach. She would be measured after the meal, as she had been when she’d first woken up, to measure her progress and judge how close she was to start carrying her heirs. Estinne could only guess how many inches around she was now. Her eating gowns were loose and didn’t provide any indication as to how much her stomach had grown in the duration of her meal. Estinne was alerted instead by the slight itch of her skin as it was stretched taut. Her belly brushed against the edge of the table when she shifted to take another plate. It pressed harder against the polished wood with each breath she took. Her quiet goal was often to eat until she was consistently touching the table. One day soon she may find herself stuck into the spot.
Estinne brought several plates closer to herself and sighed as she considered which to start on first. The bowl of custard looked easy enough. She finished the bowl in what felt like just a few spoonfuls, fast enough that the synchronized rotation of servants hadn’t yet taken the empty bowl when she started on a small pile of pastries. Her bites were quicker, but Estinne didn’t mind sacrificing refinement for efficiency. She was set on stuffing herself further - as much as she could before her mind realized how overtaxed her belly was. By the time she finished the pastries, the custard bowl had been replaced with soaked oats and berries. The queen took that too and finished the bowl before picking a small, crystal syrup container to drown a stack of pancakes. They were thick, and fluffy, and certain to be a challenge, but she cut the stacks up and pushed them past her lips with a mindless efficiency, only pausing to sip at her cup of milk between bites. She drained the milk once her pancakes were done and waited for a server to move a bowl of thick, whipped cream and edible flowers within her reach. Estinne’s eyes scanned over the colors of the flowers as she absently massaged her belly, pressing her fingers to her firm stomach and sighing as she felt felt herself stretch with each breath. She panted between spoonfuls of the cream, hopelessly engorged but unable to stop, her eyes fastened on one final plate.
The last thing she managed was a plate of waffles she’d slathered with a thick nut butter that melted into the crannies before she drowned it with honey and, after a brief pause to consider the sticky mess, the syrup from her pancakes. Midway through the stack Estinne started becoming aware of the sharp, intense pain in the side of her stomach. The front of her belly felt pinched, trapped against the table when she leaned forward to stab her fork through the very last piece of waffle. She moaned quietly as she ate it and drew her tongue over the tongs of the fork before placing it and her knife across the plate in an ‘x’ to signal the completion of her meal.
Rising from her chair was difficult but she took her time to do so without assistance. She sighed with the motion and stood still for a moment with one hand resting on the back of the chair and the other following the curve of her belly. She looked upon the staff as they started to take the plates away and stopped them with a mild hum before taking a few labored steps towards the table. Estinne pressed her palm against the wooden tabletop and huffed a pained, whining breath as she reached for the bowl of fruit and grabbed herself an apple. She took a large bite of it and closed her eyes as she swallowed, the steady pain of overconsumption flaring at the additional treat. Estinne stood by the table as she ate the apple, moaning against the sweet flesh of the fruit until only the core remained, and picked a tangerine for herself to have later.
She tucked a hand beneath her taxed abdomen as she straightened and sighed out again, struggling to regain her poise against the heavy weight of her swollen stomach. Every day she ate a little more and every day it was difficult to walk away from the table, especially when she knew she’d be encouraged to return in only a few hour’s time. She was only meant to eat and swell until a pregnancy led her to eat and swell more. Estinne felt close to popping, the pressure so intense she was certain now that her navel might press forward to form a button or her skin might tear. Whether it was a reality or not, the young queen couldn’t say, but fulfilling her duty with as much commitment as she did surely made that a risk. It was one she had to manage just like her mother and grandmother and great-grandmother before her, a queen chosen by her people to sustain her people.
Estinne met her attendants in her chambers. She walked to her bedroom and set her tangerine on her dresser and paused before the full-length mirror to observe her reflection, startled at first, as she always was, by the corpulent mass of her stomach, packed full with too much food. Before she never carried her weight in her middle, not unless it was bloated by a recent meal. Usually her stomach, though soft, was reasonably flat. It was her hips, wide and shapely that carried the weight, along with a round, voluptuous derriere and deliciously thick thighs that gave her an exaggerated lower half. Slowly but surely her shape was changing, from rubenesque to an apple-wed pear encouraged by her voracious appetite. She ate so often now that her stomach was always distended, full to a degree that only emphasized her well endowed features and over time, made them even more plush.
“Your Majesty?”
“Go ahead,” Estinne sighed as she brushed her hand against her collar and frowned to feel the sticky drops of honey that had dripped onto her during her meal. A few drops had managed to fall on her breasts and belly as well, causing the sheer material of her gown to stick to her skin. She stuck her finger in her mouth and turned to follow an attendant’s direction, her face flushing when she noted one of the guards patrolling the hall had stopped to watch her. Estinne furrowed her brows at the scrutiny of his observation, unnerved by the fact that he’d even deviated from his assigned task, for however short a while. “Come inside, why don’t you?”
“Your Majesty?”
Estinne took a few shallow breaths, overwhelmed by her burdensome stomach and the pressure on her middle as her attendants pressed against the firm mass and encircled her with ribbons and measuring tape. Her skin was stretched, sensitive, and warm, but the heat she felt in her face was the guard’s doing entirely. “If you plan on staring then you should at least get a proper view,” Estinne managed, her cheeky tone more of a strained gasp. The guard glanced down then back up again, his smirk carefully obscured though she caught the slightest trace of it on his lips. “I haven’t spoken to you before.”
“No, Your Majesty, you haven’t.”
“That should change.” She turned her head to look back towards the mirror and study her backside, determining its growth not to be the worst of things. It rounded out beautifully, almost balancing the sore expansion of her belly before her. She had always believed her bottom and her legs to have been her best features, but with the mass protruding from her middle, they were nearly capable of being overlooked now.
“Well done, Your Majesty,” the guard praised her as her attendant pinched the roll of fat on her side to measure measure. Estinne rolled her eyes upwards, self conscious enough that she could forego her decorum.
“You are growing above our projections,” an attendant informed her. “You managed to reach thirty-six inches around, from twenty-nine when you first woke.”
“So I grew a seven inches? That’s possible?” She blinked in disbelief, though the throbbing pain of the food packed into her abdomen was evidence enough of her feat.
“For a queen? Certainly.”
“Ah... Thank you.” She watched them as they put away their measuring devices and notebooks before stepping back towards the mirror. She rubbed her hands over her belly and arched her back, trying to consider it even larger and heavier, swollen with her developing young and the food she’d need to nourish them. She smiled to herself as she caressed the overstuffed swell she was becoming and tried to imagine her children, what it would feel like to carry them, to experience them moving inside of her and how she'd have to arch her back when she walked and eventually, when she was big enough that it was too taxing, how she'd only care to lay in bed and eat. And after that, she’d be rewarded with meeting them and raising them to be great future queens.
“Are you still here, guard?” Estinne turned around and hummed thoughtfully at his small smile. He had sharp, dark eyes and broad shoulders. She was a tall woman, often taller than most in the castle, but he stood a few inches higher than her. He was fit with a toned appearance that contrasted greatly with her own plushness. He was curious, which was more than anyone else around her was. He was prime stock. “Tell me honestly, what do you think of me now, like this?” She turned slightly to watch him as he paced around her and paused at her dresser to take the citrus she’d left there. He peeled it slowly, leaving the fragrant skin in a pile as he carefully pulled apart the fruit.
“I think you are beautiful, Your Majesty.” He reached out to touch her belly and she didn't stop him, shuddering at the heat of his palm. He brushed his hand against the honey on the top her belly, smirking outright at the minor mess. “Eager and dedicated. It’s admirable.” She sighed when he shifted his hand higher and pressed his knuckle against the honey on her breast. He lifted his eyes from her chest to stare into her face as he sucked the sticky sweetness from his finger. “I also think you're due to be larger.”
“And would you be interested in helping me with such an endeavor?”
“Of course, my queen.” The guard studied her face before lifting a piece of fruit to her lips. Her stomach turned at the thought of eating anything else so close to her binge, but she opened her mouth to let him feed her. “Without question.”
imagine a couple or thrupple with varying size differences which the smallest person takes advantage of once they become pregnant, borrowing the clothes of their partner once they outgrow theirs. imagine their shock when they find their partner's clothes becoming too tight, snug material refusing to go over their growing belly, seams eventually bursting, buttons popping.
for a thrupple, imagine the pregnant character embarrassed or shy or elated as they ask the largest of the three for their clothes. (and eventually grow out of those, too.)
bonus: the partner(s) have encouraged the pregnant person to eat more in order to speed up the process.
person a is a slender, dare-say underfed person with a taut, growing bulge of a belly they can’t hide and comes to find aid in person b’s care. by the end of their pregnancy person a is plush and round and their belly is practically a mountain that person b adores.
my latest weird kink thought that would be kinda gross and impractical in real life but as just a fantasy it strikes me as really good because i’m A Weirdo:
huge soft girls and femme boys who basically only exist to be beautiful, spoiled, fat, simple minded, constantly pregnant trophy spouses regardless of gender.
society has enough changes that this system is relatively common and sustainable, and its not too hard to hire servants or have automated systems to handle the inclusion of an extremely gluttonous, lazy spouse who won’t really contribute besides continually having more babies.
they aren’t expected to be very productive or educated at all, just laying around the house, always carrying some babies, always lactating, always eating.
they’re spoiled rotten and their every need is attended to as long as they just accept that their fate is to keep gaining and having kids, and otherwise they don’t really have any other worries or goals.
their outfits skin tight or super skimpy on purpose, with many of them only involving a tight pair of shorts and maybe a bra so you can always see their steadily expanding blubber in all its glory.
if you take them out or have company the skimpy outfits still don’t change, the whole point is to proudly show them off and brag about what a beautiful piggy you have on your hands.
a typical goal in life is to have them get as huge and lazy as possible with as many kids as possible. if you want to limit the amount of kids, you’re expected to compensate by still making sure they get as huge and heavily lactating as they would if they were having them more often.
they should be fat but not /too/ fat when first marrying, mainly just fat enough to show they have promise and do love to eat. and they always marry quickly, usually no later than 20.
so they start like just barely or moderately obese and over the course of the marriage and continuous pregnancies, just swell to the biggest possible sizes they can.
its not uncommon that after a decade or so they’re closing in on immobility and have at least a dozen children, along with breasts that can make about 1.5-2 gallons of milk a day, but its not too unusual for it to happen quicker than that
they’re very well taken care of and society has enough medical advancements and supports in place that they are healthy and can usually still technically move at these sizes, but its exhausting and hard so they usually just do it to show off for their spouse, and still need servants or machines to do it for a practical length of time.
their milk not only steadily gets more plentiful, but as they fatten up, their body also makes it thicker and more fattening. sometimes they’ll be told to serve glasses of their own milk to guests, just as a way of showing off how rich and plentiful their milk is. when nearing immobility, they’ll commonly need up to 12-15,000 extra calories a day just for making milk alone, due to how much and how fattening it is.
Imagine person A of your OTP as a traveler in a historical fantasy setting type world. They are originally from a freezing northern kingdom with a small population of just a few thousand; starvation is a common problem due to bad crop yield, but none of the surrounding kingdoms seem to want to help them. Person A is an orphan who was raised by a single guardian, and not long after they reached adulthood, their guardian passed away. They decided to pack up and go travelling. Eventually, after almost five years on the road, they decide to travel south to an expansive coastal kingdom; they’ve heard the inhabitants of other kingdoms telling stories about how it’s a hedonistic, gluttonous kingdom with no moral code, and they’re curious. Is it really that bad?
Imagine your favorite character finding out that they’re pregnant, but they don’t want their friends to find out until there’s absolutely no way to hide it. So, even though reluctant at first, decide to put on a little weight to help keep the baby bump hidden for a little while at least. But, as they get further along, they find that they actually like being a bit more plush than usual, and decide to keep it up for just a little while longer, since they feel that they’re still not ready to tell their friends just yet. How long they keep this facade up is up to the reader/writer, as is how they’re friends react once they finally find out.
Inspired by the Fatlock 30, Chubwolf 21, and this great ask box meme: I have crafted my own Frankenstein kink challenge because I’m never happy just going with something that already exists. I did my best to keep this fandom agnostic, so feel free to try it out if you want to play with me!
unintentional weight gain.
being in denial about weight gain.
holiday.
freshman fifteen.
stuffing/feeding/etc.
mutual weight gain.
size differences/comparisons.
body worship.
button popping/seam ripping/etc.
humiliation/teasing.
eating competition/buffet/all-you-can eat.
magical/magically augmented weight gain (or scientifically).
long distance kink (phone sex, webcam, etc).
weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink.
starter belly.
food-related AU (coffee shop, bakery, chef, food critic).
When I write weight gain stories I like to use numbers, measurements, pants sizes. But I’m kinda a perfectionist and I have a hard time coming up with numbers. Being, you know, female and half a foot shorter than the characters I’ve written about.
So I found some data. The examples might, um, possibly correspond to a couple of characters from a TV show about werewolves. Coincidentally.
Detailed explanation for how I arrived at the numbers below (and, wow, after writing up the methods it looks like it took way more effort than it actually did). Please give me real-life/common sense feedback if any of these seem off! Also, I’d love to get an idea how much weight is realistic to gainunintentionally in a period of time (like stress eating vs college junk food/drinking binges, not intentional feeding/calorie supplementation). Maybe 1-2lb/week?
When you’re drawing a character who is both fat and athletic, THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER. The way that their body gains fat and the different ways they might train their body means there are hundreds of different ways you could draw them. If they were to solely focus on upper body strength, for example, they might have really fit arms/shoulders/back/chest and their lower body may be fatter or softer. Depending on the activities they do, their body will be shaped differently.
When you’re drawing a very strong fat character, there are a few important things to remember:
The body stores fat in a layer beneath the skin (dermis, which is just beneath the epidermis, our outer layer of skin). Beneath our fat is a thin layer of connective tissue, and beneath that is where the muscle is. This means that the muscles will be obscured beneath fat, so you won’t see fat athletes with a ripped 6-pack.
Muscle is also more dense and heavy than fat, which means a fat person who is also muscular and strong will be much heavier than someone their same size who is all chub.
I hope this helps!
(as an aside, many people commented on my last tutorial that fat people often have those big firm bellies and may not be strong or work out at all - it’s true, tummies are very unique! Not every fat person has a super soft or jiggly belly.)
