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April Fools

[In which Tony decides to give his husband the best breakfast ever]

 Tony had always been an early riser, and never was he more glad for that fact than April 1st. Don't get him wrong, as much as he loved a good joke or a prank, he wasn't the type to go all in on something ridiculous for April Fools', but far more importantly, April 1st was his husband's birthday.

He looked over at the love of his life, peacefully snoozing away. Paris was beautiful, if you asked Tony. The most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He lay there, one arm draped across his thin belly which was already beginning to grumble for breakfast, last night's meal long since digested.

This year, Tony had the perfect plan for how to celebrate Paris' birthday with just the right amount of mischief. Turning off his husband's alarm, just in case it took longer than expected to prepare, he got up and got to work.

Step one was simple: Prepare the best, most lavish and most overboard breakfast spread he possibly could. It would have everything. Bacon, crispy, just how Paris liked it, eggs over easy, scrambled, hard boiled, soft boiled with soldiers, toast with a variety of spreads, including their own home made preserves, pancakes with syrup, fresh waffles, fresh fruit prepared with a fancy flare, and a box of Paris' favourite cereal on the side just for good measure. Satisfied with his hard work, Tony went to wake his husband, gently shaking him awake.

"Paris? Honey?"

"Mmm?"

"I have a surprise for you, baby." He took Paris' hand, tugging to encourage him out of bed, and he easily went with him. He led him down to the kitchen and stopped by the door, sweeping his arm out. "Surprise! A big breakfast feast, just for your birthday!"

Paris' stomach rumbled audibly. "Wow. This is...a lot. It looks amazing."

"Hope you're hungry!" Tony took his seat, gesturing for Paris to sit beside him, and once the smaller man was settled in, Tony handed him a fork and knife. "I don't know about you, baby, but I am starving. Which is good for me, because April fools! You're not eating any of this food. Buuuuut, so it's still a gift for you, you have to feed me every single bite."

Paris smiled, toying with the fork. "Really? You're going to starve me on my birthday? Wow, so cruel." He pulled his shirt up to show Tony his shrunken stomach. When they had first met, it had been flat, but after a few years of tummy play it was a tad thinner, the sharpest edges of his ribs and hips visible. He ate well between bouts of hunger play and feederism, of course, but he did love these games. Tony, equally, had put on a few pounds since they'd first met, thanks to Paris' willingness to stuff him silly while he starved. "My tummy's already grumbling, Tony, you're really going to let it cry for nothing?"

"Maybe it can be comforted in how stuffed mine will be."

"Mmm, maybe." Paris moved, sliding off his chair and onto Tony's lap before getting a big forkful of bacon and bringing it up to Tony's lips. "Open wide."

Paris, of course, ensured Tony ate every single bite on the table, no matter how much his stomach protested. After all, if he had to suffer an empty stomach, his husband was going to suffer a stuffed one. And undeniably, Paris was suffering. The breakfast spread included some of his favourite foods, and man did he so badly want some. His belly growled throughout the entire meal and he kept his underfed core pressed to his husband's distended belly, as if the fullness would somehow transfer to him. With such a fun start to the day, Paris could tell this was going to be a fun birthday indeed.

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hunger is on the brain.....wrote a story and had to change the MC's outfit cause I couldn't stop imagining her tummy roaring for food and wanted it to be showing in case I wrote a hunger scene

The struggle is real

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Aw man the vamp is gone? Now do it again but their situation is even WORSE-

I would, if I could unfuck whatever's going wrong with the game lol

Anyone else want to make and starve some pretty vampires?

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thinking about an energy vampire stealing people's energy and then listening to their bellies roar for food 🤭

Ooooh

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thinking about an android running out of battery, programmed so whenever they're low on energy, their belly roars with hunger like a human's does

Ooooh

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man if I could draw I would do one in a heartbeat

The hunger kink community needs more hunger drives

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Y'all are lucky, after I uploaded that video the save for the vampire corrupted.

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By popular request, one hungry boi

This is Zuko, their pronouns are they and them, they are the scrawniest bitch I've ever made on this game and they are usually starving.

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Pls post hungry vampire clip

You got a good free screen recorder?

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just remembered the time i played a dress up game and in one of the spinoffs of a main story, the companion you're with says to not eat any of the food in case it's cursed or whatever. I couldn't stop imagining my character's bare belly growling whilst the companion couldn't help glancing at it, excited he could hear how hungry she was 😵‍💫

Ooooooh

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Okay new discovery, I gave a vampire sim the weaknesses 'sloppy drinker' and 'insatiable thirst', so they get hungrier a lot faster and get less blood per feed, and sadly this particular sim lives in a small area mostly populated by ghosts, so they don't have a very good prey pool without going out to hunt, which they can't do very often because they don't have full sun immunity.

Anyway, they keep dropping to critically low thirst and every time they complain they're blood starving, the game plays an audio of a growl when they clutch their stomach. It's very much a lion's roar type sound or something similar, but I never knew my normal sims to actually get stomach sounds when starved, so having this audio play to represent my poor vampire absolutely starving beyond belief?

aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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So this is the first time I've had A) a sim that has the ability to turn other sims to vampires and is using it (I normally don't put enough effort into my vampires lol) and B) a sim who is active and in the process of turning into a vampire and, uh

damn

that's hot

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love thinking about my character being embarrassed as her bare belly roars 🫣

Fr, it's the good shit

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Cryptid gets captured by scientists, immediately tested on how long it can go without food before passing out so the facility can minimize food costs

Oooh, that is evil!

I love it!

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How about tired with a side of extra whump?

As soon as the door closed behind him, Kurt collapsed straight into his bed. He didn't even bother removing his shoes, or his hero gear. Hell, the hero gear was best left on as much as possible. He'd live in it if he could, it was the one thing he had that protected his skin from his own powers. Anyway, his main goal for now was to just sleep until he felt at least a little rested, which would be...six years perhaps? Yeah, that was in line with how exhausted he felt now. He'd even elected to stay in a room in the team base instead of making his way home home, even though that would certainly leave him more at risk of Katharine's nagging about getting injuries seen to or whatever else. Honestly, she was worse than his ex sometimes.

It probably would have been easier to sleep if he had let her treat his wounds. Then he would just have to deal with the nausea that came with the excess acid in his system (thanks, acid powers) and the way that excess acid made it difficult to eat properly.

Speaking of which, he was starving. As usual. His belly gave its usual complaints, a low, longing groan that bid him to get out of bed and go back to the common room. He pushed himself up on his arms, yawned and decided 'fuck it'. A second later, he was face down in the pillow again.

Sleep didn't come easily, much to his chagrin. Despite his exhaustion, the aches and pains across his body digging into his psyche every time he tried to relax bothering him more than he'd care to admit. Hunger was digging at his belly like a frantic animal, and now he was no longer in the midst of battle his stomach decided it was cool to complain. He shifted position for a while, trying to get comfortable if it was the last thing he did, and ended up on his back, one leg bent up, one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped languidly over his poor neglected stomach. In this position he could really feel it sinking in from lack of food, each miserable grumble like a knife to his already sore body.

He didn't neglect it on purpose, of course. If he could control it, he'd be eating well every day, enough even to become good and fat. He imagined how it would feel to be completely stuffed with good food and thought it would be the ultimate fantasy.

The problem was his acid powers. His body naturally overproduced saliva, enough that he was either forced to swallow it down or spit it out with frankly ridiculous frequency. There was always a pause in conversation when it was his turn while he cleared his mouth of the latest stupid puddle. It meant he always had a huge amount to spit at enemies, but outside of a fight situation it was nothing but a pain.

Additionally, the saliva his body produced was a highly corrosive acid. More potent than anything else he'd encountered in his life so far. His body didn't seem properly equipped to handle it either. Any time it touched his skin, it burned. He had scars around his mouth, his lips mostly scar tissue, his hands and arms carrying the proof of old burns. The inside of his body had some protection. It still burned his mouth and throat, but not enough to cause obvious major damage. Sometimes he would gag as the acid slid down his throat, his body bringing it back up as it begged him to get rid of it, and jesus fuck did that hurt, and having more acid in his stomach than he was supposed to was just awful. It hurt, especially when his stomach was empty, it made him feel sick, it bloated him and gave him ulcers, it just sucked more than anything.

Overall, this made simply eating and drinking normally highly unpleasant. Anything in his mouth caused it to water, which of course meant more acid spit, it would quickly become some nasty mush before he could even chew it, his body would try to reject it when he swallowed, his stomach wouldn't even absorb whatever made it in properly and there was a fair chance he would throw up later.

Okay, maybe some of the neglect was willful avoidance of a very unpleasant process but mostly it was just hard to get anything good into his stomach. A stomach that was currently throwing an absolute tantrum in his exhausted body. He dug his fingers in against the miserable organ, just wishing it would stop. He was tired and just wanted to sleep without his tummy screaming at him. It was too much, he couldn't do it anymore.

At some point in the mess of misery, he must have fallen into a light sleep because he was startled awake by his door opening. He knew who it was without looking. The whole room stank of death and rot, which didn't help the nausea at all. He couldn't judge Katherine for it though, it was a shitty side effect of her powers too.

"Get out."

She instead placed something on the desk. He caught the scent of broth and groaned as his stomach clenched and howled. Katherine huffed.

"I could hear your stomach from all the way down the hall. Eat, you idiot."

He raised a hand and waved her away,  waited until he heard her leave and shut the door and sat up to look at what she had brought.

Soup.

Simple soup. Some kind of vegetable soup by the smell. His belly begged him to get up, take those few steps to the desk and eat the whole thing. When had he last eaten? It looked so good and he was so hungry, and he could tell what Katherine had meant. His tummy was growling non stop and so fucking loud, even before she'd brought the soup in. He contemplated dragging himself out of bed to eat.

Then lay back down with both hands pressed to his belly. He would eat later, he promised himself. For now, he was just too damn tired.

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Hmmm how about klutz?

 Lesley Lee Wayne was a great many things. Spy, assassin, master of manipulation, espionage and subterfuge, their boss' ultimate ace in the hole and a real stone cold bitch. When at their best, they could really show off. Hell, they could juggle some of the most dangerous weapons imaginable with a blindfold on and not get a scratch on them. They were an acrobat, smooth, limber, with the sharpest mind you could imagine. Nothing could stop them, nothing at all.

Apart from, apparently, missing a meal or two.

The job should have been exceedingly easy by Lesley's standards. Get in, take out guards through non-lethal means or preferably evade them completely, deactivate the security system, infect main computer system with virus, assassinate a greedy, morally bankrupt CEO who nobody would miss, make it seem like a suicide at best or an inside job at worst, get information from paper documents, get out, don't leave a trace. Simple. Easy. No problem whatsoever.

Slight problem.

Because as good with his hands as he was at his best, it turns out when hungry, he had a tendency to fumble.

Get in.

There were three potential entrances to the compound. The front gate, heavily guarded. He could get in if he either took out the guards or stole one guard's uniform and access key and pretended to be him. Most of the guards were a lot bigger than him though, so it would be hard to find a uniform that fit. Lesley had tragically stopped growing before he even hit five feet.

The skylight. There was a rock formation near the compound that allowed someone with a good run and jump to get across to the roof and get in through the skylight. It would bring him immediately close to the target, but further from the server room and security hub, and would probably set off an alarm if he wasn't careful.

The vents. It would be easy to either find or make a gap in the barbed fencing and sneak to the vent on the ground level. They'd seen a layout of the building, including the vent work, and there was a channel of vents big enough for him to squeeze his tiny self through without getting caught in any fans or anything stupid like that. It would probably be dusty and a tight squeeze, but there would be a direct route to the server room.

It took a moment to weigh up the pros and cons of each potential route, and then he was at the fence with his best wire clippers. He knew exactly where to cut to make a gap just large enough to squeeze through, raised the clippers and

Groooowwwwwwwllllllllrrrrggggggg

The clippers fumbled out of their hands and into the mud. Cursing quietly, they went to pick them back up, overbalanced and reached out to try and correct themselves. Their hand closed around the barbed wiring of the fence and they gritted their teeth, internally cursing their clumsiness. It was rare for them to be clumsy, but it was late and they hadn't eaten a thing today. It was no wonder they were a bit shaky. It couldn't be helped though, they'd been busy, very busy with very important things, and totally not avoiding eating because they were worried about getting motion sick on the journey over because vehicles of all kinds were their kryptonite, absolutely not. Yes, super important mission prep work, not at all anxiety about throwing up all over the plane or car.

With a sigh, they worked away at the fence again before crawling through, ignoring the empty pit in their core as they made their way over to the ventilation system. They would have to unscrew a plate to get in, but that wouldn't be too hard.

Grrrrrrrrooaaawwll

Aside from his hands slipping every time he thought he'd gotten a good grip on the screws. He cursed under his breath and focused so hard on just getting the screws undone that he went ahead and did all of them. He only needed enough loose to move the cover so he could squeeze through but when the whole thing came off he wasn't ready for it. It came down on his foot hard and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying out. Shit, this was going badly. Clutching his injured foot in his free hand, he hopped back from the vent and tried to resist the urge to punch something.

Once he'd scrabbled inside the vent (extra fast and extra clumsy because he was absolutely certain someone was coming to investigate the sound of the vent dropping) he realised he couldn't turn around to put the cover back in place. God damn it.

Deactivate the security system and upload the virus.

The next place to be was the main server room, which this ventilation system had a direct path to. The narrow metal passage seemed to act as an echo chamber whenever Lesley's poor tummy sounded off, at this point throwing a complete tantrum in protest of its emptiness. They stifled a groan as they pulled themselves through to the server room, making absolutely sure the room was empty before kicking open the cover and dropping on in. They walked past the cameras and server systems until they got to the computer. The security system would have to be shut down before the computer system could be infected, it was just a matter of how. They would need to hack the system and turn everything off or manipulate it so the enemies wouldn't notice it was all switched off. Their belly gave a nasty cramp and a stuttering moan and they sighed, kneading a hand in against the hollow pocket as they considered their next move.

Then their foot caught on a wire and a plug pulled out of the wall, taking out the entire server room, main computer and all. Lesley swore loudly, got back to their feet and kicked the nearest piece of tech, then swore again as they clutched their wounded toes.

Plus side, it would take time for the security system to come back online. Minus side, they didn't know what else had gone down, but they now had to plug it back in and get the main computer back online.

Which took far longer than Lesley would like to have admitted. Once that was done, however, they had to get through the next phase of the plan - getting to the assassination target. Hopefully without their noisy stomach giving them away.

There were two guards standing outside of the CEO's room. Take out guards non-lethally. He had a good little tool for knocking someone out, a good old fashioned tranquiliser. He raised his hand to ready the damn thing, and then his body decided fuck this, it's food time and his vision started to swirl, his fingers unresponsive. The dart fell from his hand and skittered across the floor, casually bumping into one of the guards' feet.

"Crap."

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if you're still up for it, Envious

 Regan's eyes flickered open and reluctantly she raised her cheek off the ground. The air was ice cold, her breath visible in little puffs before her, and she drew her blankets tighter around herself. It wasn't the coldest day since she had lost her home, but that didn't really make it any better.

They were setting up the Christmas market in the town square. Her grandparents had brought her to this market now and then when she was a little girl, back before she realised quite how messed up her life was and back before she messed it up even more. Slowly, she sat up, dragging her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to get rid of some of that nasty feeling before blowing into her hands to try and stave off the frostbite threatening to break through her gloves. Regan used to love winter but now? Now it fucking sucked.

Her stomach clenched painfully when the smell from the food stalls drifted over. All the old favourites were there, the German sausages, the festive roast dinner rolls, the waffles and pancakes topped with chocolate and fruit and marshmallows...it all smelled so good. She hadn't eaten anything proper for a few days at this point and god damn, the hunger was killing her.

Sure, she could have moved on, shuffled off to somewhere that at least wasn't serving such wonderful food, but there was something about the nostalgia of the market that gave her at least a little bit of joy in an otherwise dark place. Plus she was cold and tired and didn't want to uncurl from under her blankets, thank you very much.

Her stomach let out a low, longing growl as she watched a couple buy from the roast stall and take a seat nearby, her mouth watering as she stared at the delicious sandwiches. God how she wished that was her eating her fill. With a soft sigh, she wrapped her arms around her aching core, wishing she could do something, anything to soothe that hollow pain within. So hungry...

The man sitting at the table noticed her staring, gave her a filthy look and turned his back. Depressing, but not unexpected. Not unusual. She managed to drag her eyes away and lifted a hand to wipe her mouth - it would surprise her if she wasn't drooling at this point. Some people looked at her and quickly looked away as they passed, others ignored her completely. While her life had never really been what you would call idyllic, she at least missed the days when she had something to eat and didn't have to get by watching others munching away and imagining the taste on her own tongue, dream about filling her cavernous tummy.

Quietly, she waited there, lamenting the past and innocence lost, reminiscing on what few good times she had had, pining for the fulfilment of her most basic needs and hoping someone, somewhere had the heart to lend her some aid in her time of need. She was silent but for the odd sniffle and the ever present rumbling that haunted her relentlessly, until she drifted back into a fitful sleep.