#I feel so sloshy and heavy

[fatwolfpup]

Hhhhg just crammed a quart of creamer inside my belly 🥴

[slay-ers]

i just love love love the way a sick or upset stomach feels under my fingers

overfull is hard and taught and very very warm like an over blown up beach ball, the skin and muscles are stretched so tight and need a good rub to be relaxed

sick and full when you can feel the whole meal stuffed into the stomach boiling and rolling under your hands their belly soupy and sloshy as it fails to digest all that's in it and starts to feel too heavy and too warm all swirling in there

sick and empty is so hollow and turbulent like the belly is eating itself alive while the deep hunger quickly shifts to nausea and saliva starts to pool in the mouth

i really need to feed someone until they are sick any volunteers?

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

I love your work so much!!!

This is a request for gf!ethan x fem reader. I was thinking of ethan seeing a guy about to push himself onto the reader (who he’d been crushing over), so he makes an impulsive decision and stabs the guy to get him off. At first he’s terrified because he thinks she’ll be scared of him and that he’d just blown his cover, but it actually just makes the reader really, for lack of a better word, horny that he saved her. (She had also been crushing on him for quite some time.) They flee the scene and she takes him back to her dorm. Leads to smut (lots of it please!) with maybe sub or even switch!ethan.

If the idea of writing attempted s.a. makes you uncomfortable, you’re welcome to change it to something like a mugging.

Tysm :D

Hi! ty for your request, I hope you like it! :)

I'd Do Anything - GF!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

*There are slight mentions of a suggested assault at the beginning.. If that's triggering to you, please skip this🩷*

Summary: Ethan has to reveal himself as Ghostface after saving you, but all that's on your mind is fucking him.

A/N: I hope y'all like it:)

You had an eerie feeling as you walked down the dark alley. You couldn’t help but think ‘this is how people die’, but this was the quickest way to get back home after your late class. You heard the sound of a can being kicked behind you, so you turned around to check it out. A hand was placed over your mouth as you were backed against the cold brick wall. The grip of the hand on your mouth was pushing your head back into the wall, as your muffled screams tried to get out.

You tried to fight the man off, but he didn’t stop. His hand grazed your thigh as you kicked at him.

“Get the fuck off of her!” you heard a loud voice yell.

“Fuck off, you little prick,” the man yelled, his breath smelling heavy with alcohol.

You heard this loud sloshy sound as blood started to drip out of his mouth. His grip relaxed, as he turned around. You saw the knife in his back and noticed the Ghostface mask. You felt like you should’ve been scared, but you weren’t after you realized whose voice was yelling a couple seconds prior.

“Ethan?” you asked, as the masked person stepped closer.

“Please don’t be scared,” he begged, inches from you. “Are you okay?” he asked, taking the mask off and looking you over. His forehead was sweaty, some of his curls sticking to it.

“I am now,” you said, as the guy finally fell to the ground with one last grunt. “You saved me.”

“Yeah, now I kind of need you to save me,” he said, grabbing the knife out of the guy’s back.

You knew you should’ve been scared. You knew you should’ve called the police. But how could you do that when he just saved you from whatever horrible plan that creep in the alley had for you?

“Of course, my dorm is really close,” you said, leading the way.

He slipped the robe off, before shoving it in his backpack, along with the mask and knife, before you made it to the end of the alley way.

“Why did you save me?” you asked, a curious tone in your voice. “Haven’t you been doing the opposite to people?”

“I don’t know how anyone could ever hurt you. You’re perfect,” he said, as you walked across the grassy area in front of your dorm, “I still can’t believe you aren’t scared.”

“Scared? No. Turned on? Yes.” You said, his eyes going wide as they connected with yours.

He lowly groaned out, his hard cock in his pants rubbing against his jeans with every step he took.

“Are you turned on too, baby?” you asked, the words leaving your mouth sounding almost innocent. Almost.

“If you keep talking, I’m going to fuck you right here in the open so everyone can see,” he growled, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door of the brick building.

Your core was throbbing as you made it inside, running towards the elevator. The sexual tension was building by the second, so once the elevator finally opened and you were inside, his lips were on yours.

Once you made it to your floor, you grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the elevator. He had you pressed up against the wall outside of your room, his lips still connected to yours as you dug through your purse for your keys. You broke the kiss for a few seconds to unlock the door, praying that your RA wouldn’t catch you trying to sneak a boy into your dorm this late at night.

When you were both inside, Ethan looked around the room, noticing the two beds.

“When will your roommate be back?” he asked, scared to escalate things further if the two of you were just going to get interrupted.

“She’s across the country with her family. Somebody has been out here killing people,” you smirked, “A lot of people on my floor aren’t here. I can’t believe a pretty boy like you caused all of this.”

You stepped closer to him as your hand gently brushed against his cheek.

“Why are you still here?” he asked, his eyes fluttering as your thumb traced across his bottom lip.

“Because you’re still here,” you said, your hand trailing down his chest and over his stomach. His breath hitched in his throat as your hand started to rub him through his jeans.

He didn’t want to waste any more time as he lifted your shirt over your head, your bare breasts exposed to him.

“Here I was thinking you were so sweet and innocent, but you just had that thin t-shirt covering you. What if someone would’ve noticed?” he said, leaning closer to kiss your neck as you continued to rub him. “You would’ve had me out here killing anyone who was checking out your hard nipples through your shirt.”

“Maybe I didn’t wear a bra for you,” you giggled, his curls tickling you.

“For me, huh?” he said against you, reaching his hand to your chest to graze his fingers over your hard nipples.

“Mhm, I’ve been trying to get your attention for months,” you said, as you slowly dropped to your knees in front of him.

“You’ve always had my attention,” he said, his eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down.

You pulled his hard cock from the confines of his boxers, your eyes connecting with his as you stroked him.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he said, as his hand went to your hair, guiding your mouth closer to his erection.

“You want me to suck your cock, baby?” you asked, looking at him through your lashes.

“Are you going to do a good job?” he asked. You nodded your head as you bit your bottom lip.

You leaned forward, placing gentle licks to the head, licking off the precum that started to drip out. You opened your mouth as you started to take him inch by inch, the gagging sensation around him making his hand grip your hair tighter.

You took it slow at first, loving the gasps that were leaving his mouth. You were drooling down his cock as your hand started to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His hips started to move against you, trying to fit the rest of his length inside.

“Can I fuck your face, baby?” he asked, his pleading eyes boring into yours.

You nodded your response as he started off slow, not wanting to hurt you. He started to speed up as he watched his cock slip past your lips, loving how well you were taking him. His eyes stayed on your face, just to make sure you were okay as he gave you the last inch. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you gagged around him, the sight almost making him cum on the spot. You started to moan around him, loving the feeling of the fullness in your mouth. You felt your panties getting more soaked by the second, as his hips started to stutter.

“Can I cum on your tits?” he asked. You nodded furiously at his words before he pulled out, releasing all over your chest. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The grip on your hair relaxed as you started to stand up.

“Did I do a good job?” you asked, referencing his question from earlier.

“Baby, you did an amazing job,” he said, as you went to grab a towel to wipe his release off your chest. “Can I return the favor?”

“Please,” you whispered, as his hands started to undo the button on your jeans. He slid the zipper down as he connected his lips with yours. His hand slipped into your jeans, rubbing you through your panties.

“Did you get this wet from chocking on my cock?” he asked, his words causing you to whimper into the kiss. “Did you like it that much, baby?”

You nodded into the kiss as his fingers dipped under the material covering your core. His fingers brushed against your clit, a low moan flew out of your mouth into his as his tongue danced with yours. He continued to rub against you as your whines got louder.

He pulled away to look at you as he slid two of his fingers inside of you. Your legs started to buckle as you stood there, the feeling of his fingers pressing hard against your g-spot starting to send you over the edge. His free hand held you up as he went faster. The wet sounds caused by his finger’s actions had his cock hard again, pressed against his stomach.

“Aww, are you going to cum, baby?” he cooed, as he watched your eyebrows knit together and your mouth fall open.

“Fuck…yes, I’m cumming,” you cried out as that euphoric feeling washed over your body. His grip tightened around you as he continued to finger you through it.

As you came down from your high, a sweet smile played on your lips.

“That felt so good,” you said, as his hands went to your hips to slide down your jeans and panties.

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” he laughed, leading you over to the small couch.

You were expecting him to fuck you, but you had a puzzled look on your face as he crouched on the floor in front of you, pulling your hips to the edge.

“Think you can handle a couple more?” he asked, as he kissed up your thighs.

You watched him get closer and closer to your dripping core, whimpers slipping past your lips as he sucked on the flesh of your inner thighs. He finally placed a kiss to your clit, before he dived in. He was eating you out like he was starving. Your hand tangled into his hair as his tongue moved against you.

“You like eating my pussy?” you asked, as his eyes connected with yours.

“It’s fucking delicious,” he said, before latching his lips around your clit.

“You like it that much?” you moaned out as his tongue slipped into your dripping entrance.

“Mhm,” he hummed against you, as he spread your thighs further apart, pinning them down against the cushions of the couch with his large hands. Your hands went to your breasts, squeezing your nipples as you watched him.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you whimpered, as that feeling started to build again.

His nose bumping against your clit as his tongue slid in and out of you sent you over the edge. He groaned into your pussy as the grip on his hair tightened. You rode out your orgasm, bucking against his face as his tongue licked your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you said, your limp body relaxing into the couch.

As he stood up in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and his mouth coated with your release, you started to crave his cock inside of you.

“Please fuck me,” you whimpered, as he sat down beside you, his pants still settled around his thighs.

“I was going to get you to ride me, but I don’t know if you have the energy for that,” he said, leaning down to place his lips to yours. “But, I do have an idea.”

He stood up, and grabbed your hand, leading you to the side of the couch. He turned you around and bent you over the arm of it. His cock slid over your pussy, collecting your wetness before circling his tip around your clit.

“Stop teasing me,” you whined, as his hand massaged the flesh of your ass.

“You’re so greedy, I’ve already made you cum twice,” he said, before a small smack landed against you. He rubbed over the red skin as he finally slid into you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out as his hips rocked into yours, the sound of skin slapping quickly filling the room.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, one of his hands running up your back as the other held your hip. “And you’re taking my cock so fucking well.”

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you moaned out, as his hand snaked up you body and around your neck, pulling your body back against his chest.

His hands roamed your chest as he fucked up into you, pinching at your nipples as you whined out.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked, as you mewled out a ‘yes’.

His fingers ran over your collar bone, the gentle feeling contradicting the fast pace as his cock pounded into you. You soon felt that hand wrap around your neck, gently squeezing as his other hand went to your clit.

You felt your orgasm building for the third time, as your walls started to flutter around him. He bent you back over as you went even faster, slamming his cock into that special spot inside of you.

“Oh fuck! Right there,” you whimpered, his pace not faltering as you felt your body start to tingle. “Oh my god.”

You moaned out as your tired body jolted under him, starting to feel a little overstimulated. It didn’t take much longer for hips to slow.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, pulling out of you, shooting the hot cum all over your ass.

He stood there for a second, his arm supporting himself on the back of the couch as he caught his breath. He smiled as he looked down at your naked, limp body over the arm of the couch.

“Are you okay?” he asked, walking over to grab the same towel off the floor from earlier.

You lazily nodded against the cushion as he wiped the cum off your ass, your hips involuntarily moving at the simple action.

He helped you up and carried you over to your bed, before he crawled in beside you.

“That was amazing,” you said, your eyes sleepily looking up at him.

“Yeah, better than I ever could’ve imagined,” he said, as his fingers started to trace patterns against your back. “You should go to sleep.”

You nodded, snuggling into his chest. You drifted off soon after, the multiple orgasms had your body so relaxed that you couldn’t fight it.

The next morning, you woke up on Ethan’s chest. The soft breaths slipping past your lips made you smile, as you sat up a little. You grabbed your phone to see a new alert from the university, in regard to the creep in the alley’s body being found so close to campus.

“Ethan,” you said, gently shaking him.

His eyes slowly opened as he smiled, noticing that you were still naked.

“They found that guy’s body,” you said, panicking a little.

“I knew they would. It’s okay baby, calm down,” he said, sitting up beside you to place a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“What if they find out it was you?” you said, turning your head to look at him.

“You’re my alibi,” he chucked, “I’ll just show them your thighs and they’ll know I was with you last night.”

You blushed as you looked over the purple hickeys on your thighs, reminding you of how good he made you feel.

[pixeldistractions]

The day was gray and sloshy, that icy, sleety rain that might have been snow if it were only a couple degrees colder. Maria sat beside Jordan in his parked his truck on the sodden gravel driveway of the farm where they were sent to source some free range duck eggs that were supposed to be the best in the state. They waited silently for a full minute for the scene to change.

It didn’t change.

Maria’s brown curls were already frizzing up around her face in a puffy mess. And she wore brand new suede boots, too tight and stiff on her feet and she’d only been sitting in a truck so far. He said to wear boots, so she wore boots.

These were not the kind of boots he meant.

“Do you like coffee?” he asked her.

“Uh, sure. Why? Do you want to get a coffee?”

He chuckled. She felt stupid. He wasn’t inviting her out for a coffee, was he?

“If you want, I could drop you in town. You could hang out, kill some time, get the shopping done?”

“There’s a town here?”

“Ha, barely, but yeah. The hike will probably be long, and muddy.”

“We’re going to hike?” She was horrified. “I didn’t think it would be that far. Because, we’re driving a truck.”

“I mean, it’s a farm, everything is far,” he said. “We’ll bring the truck, but we’ll probably have to walk between the bird houses, then carrying crates back to load up. I can just run out and back. You won’t even know I’m gone.”

Doubtful, she thought. She always noticed when he was gone. And she wanted to stay with him for every moment that allowed it. “No, it’s fine. I’ll come along.”

Maria Boone didn’t dream of becoming a widow and single mother at such a young age, but she wasn’t asking anyone to feel sorry for her, either. Almost four years later and she should have been dating again by now. Twenty-six was far too young to write off romance for the rest of her life. But she couldn’t bring herself to bother when she’d already found the perfect man right here. Jordan was handsome, strong, friendly, generous. Too bad he wasn’t exactly single. He wasn’t married or engaged, either, or even exactly partnered. The situation with his boys’ mother was more complicated than Maria knew how to explain.

But she had come on this work errand because she jumped at the chance to spend hours upon hours in his company. What was a little walk in the snow? Actually, didn’t that sound charming? Wasn’t that the stuff of a Hallmark Christmas movie? How bad could it be?

“Hang on, I have an umbrella,” he said.

He came around the passenger side, opened her door gallantly, extended his hand for her to take and step down out of the truck, while he popped open his sons’ child-sized umbrella over her head, the top of which was emblazoned with a Spiderman web.

“Milady,” he said with a comical little bow, suppressing a laugh.

But she couldn’t suppress hers. She cracked up. “That’s very stylish. Classic. It even matches my outfit.”

She let go of his hand reluctantly, thanking the heavens that she even got to touch it. But, oh, her poor suede boots in all this slush. This little umbrella was never going to save her boots today.

“We could share,” she suggested.

And she saw that he thought about it. Oh, he did. Then shyly said, “No, that’s okay, it’s just a little snow.”

It was a lot of snow. Wet, heavy, icy snow, the beads of it melting and dripping down his face. At least his coat looked water resistant.

He looked her in the eyes, holding her gaze, so warm and gentle. So pure. So easy. Don’t do that, she wanted to say, It’s not fair.

“Sorry,” he said.

And she panicked for a moment, thinking he’d read her mind. “What are you sorry for?”

“You could be back at work in a warm cozy kitchen, if only I knew the difference between a duck egg and a chicken egg, or, hell, even a dinosaur egg.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, grinning, embarrassing herself. “You know, chicken and duck eggs aren't so easy to tell apart. I don’t know if I could help you with the dinosaur egg, though.”

“Red does suit you, by the way,” he said, and her cheeks must have blushed the color of the very red umbrella.

He wasn’t flirting, she didn’t think. She didn’t know. He was just a friendly guy, offering a friendly playful compliment. He was probably just being silly. Overwhelmed, she looked down to the slush at their feet. “Come on, let’s go see about these eggs.”

Being out here with him and being paid for it on a work errand was sure to be the best day of her life. And hey, it was even her birthday, not that anyone knew it. She couldn’t imagine a better birthday present.

So they began to walk, heading for the small covered porch to go score the best duck eggs in the state to make brunch crème brûlée for the kind of people who cared about the best duck eggs in their crème brûlée.

— why are you here? #1: birthday cake (1/7)

Next -> // WAYH #1 start // index

note: if you will kindly imagine there is a Spiderman web printed on the umbrella. I mean, I could have probably photoshopped that, but I also didn’t feel like it, lol! I guess you’ll also have to imagine the sleet, because this game only has fluffy-looking snow, which actually does look straight out of a Hallmark movie! Please imagine it was significantly more miserable than that! 🙃

And a quick note about time, in just this first chapter, all seven parts take place all in one day. Specifically January 25th, 2088, which is Maria’s 26th birthday. 🎂

[pigfriends]

breast inflation... via nipplefucking... using my tits as your personal toilet and cumtank, keeping me plugged full of piss and cum when youre not using me.... you keep me at home, mostly - sometimes you leave me in the bathroom like a proper toilet, but you like to have me nearby, naked and needy, sitting under your desk while you work or on the floor by your bed, so you never have to walk far if you need to take a leak or blow off some steam. But sometimes you'll bring me out with you just in case you feel like using me on a night out, or passing me around with your friends, or bringing me with you on vacation. You like showing off my swollen, achy, leaky titties and fat, plugged-up nipples through tiny, nearly-transparent clothes, letting everyone know all that i'm good for... with every step i take in public i can feel the liquid inside me jostling, the pressure making me oh-so-sensitive, my tender nipples rubbing against the fabric of the shirt i'm not used to wearing. Bring me out to the grocery store and watch me struggle through an hour of walking around, knowing everyone is staring at my slutty outfit and my unbelievable waterbag tits.

Or bring me to a party, keep me on a leash and let everyone know that I'm for public use, strangers feeling me up, groping my bloated, sloshy boobs, yanking on my leash and tugging off my clothes when they need to piss, and before long I'm sure there'll be a line of people ready to fill me up. Maybe if I beg long enough someone will fuck my needy hole, or if I whine loud enough someone will stick a cock in my mouth just to shut me up. I still have so many holes that can be filled, even as my tits get heavier and heavier, leaking piss and cum around every cock that fucks into my gaping nipples.

Just how big could they get, do you think? Sagging over my whole torso, and then what? Bigger? Big enough that I can barely lift them to walk, struggling to drag them with me while I crawl around your apartment? Big enough that I can barely move at all? How long will you keep filling me, just plugging me back up every time? How many times will you invite your friends over and let them contribute, let them fondle me and fuck between my enourmous water balloon boobs, every person competing to see who can fill me up the most times before the night is over? Soon they'll be so big that i'm literally nothing more than a pair of big, heavy tits for you to use as you see fit, just a tank for your piss and cum, covered in fluid and constantly aching, sensitive, leaking, my neglected pussy dripping with pleasure every time my tits are filled.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I can't stop thinking about that one-night-stand stucky fic you wrote where they meet at a bar and bucky is stuffing his fat belly full of food and steve is filling his own fat belly full of alcohol, and i can't stop thinking about them meeting months later and they're just absolutely massive, their guts (and the rest of them) even bigger than the last time they saw each other, and in that time their hobbies have gotten even worse. I imagine that Bucky always needs to be full and heavy and tight and so he carries around snacks and things wherever he goes, and steve always needs to be sloshy and drunk and gravid so he carries around those little aeroplane-sized bottles of alcohol to top him off whenever he feels like he needs a re-up, and i think that if they decided to do more than a one-night-stand the next time they meet and appreciate how badly the two of them have been consumed by their gluttony and their desires, i think they could be so good for each other, bucky always making sure steve has a steady supply of alcohol and beer to make his belly constantly sloshy and his head constantly empty, steve to ensure that bucky has enough food to keep his gut stuffed and full... i don't know, i think you've ruined me, i love it....

One night stand stucky

Oh, yeah, their “hobbies.” I don’t think getting drunk (actually drunk or just food drunk) counts as a hobby but… that’s cute. We can pretend that it counts to indulge them and ourselves. Besides, Lord knows both Bucky and Steve think of their respective bad habit of filling themselves up to the brim as hobbies, hobbies that are so pleasurable and all-consuming that they just can’t stop. Isn’t the point of a hobby for it to be something that you find enjoyable and can spend your leisure time doing? It’s so goddamn hot for both of them, it feels so good to be filled up to the point of heavy, round bellies leaving them beached that they lose track of time. Time flies when you’re having fun. And, oops, exactly like you said, it spirals out into their daily lives. They can’t help themselves! Their hobbies are just so fun, why would they ever want to do anything else? 

Stucky belly kink under the read more. Warnings for alcohol consumption/intox kink, stuffing, semi-public sex acts (but in the feedism way), weight gain, mutual gaining, etc.

So, Steve has miniature bottles of booze with him all the time. Every hour of every day, no matter where he is. Those little bottles that he can easily sip from, covert, or sometimes, he just says fuck it and brings flasks or water bottles to have with him as he goes out and about. There’s only so much those little bottles can do when he’s working with the fat keg that is his distended, hard gut. Sips don’t fill him up, he needs chugs and chugs. Steve doesn’t fucking know what to do with himself if he’s not sloshing and so full that he has to burp, desperately trying to relieve some of that straining pressure, otherwise he might pop. If he isn’t sweating and panting from overfullness, he feels lost, more lost than he does when he’s drunk as shit.

Steve waddles around all day thinking of two things: when can he get more booze than just those airplane bottles and when can he get out of his fucking clothes, they’re so tight and rubbing his stretched itchy skin. He just wants to spread out on his couch in front of the huge TV in his apartment, pounding beers, gut bulging into his lap, weighing heavily down on his thighs, and dropping between his thighs. It’s so big these days with its mass keeping him pinned in place unless it’s an emergency (re: unless he runs out of drinks).

More than airplane bottles, flasks, and water bottles, Steve even considers buying one of those wine bra things, he’s already got quite the rack going, the alcohol going somewhere other than his gut (finally), so it wouldn’t make a huge difference right? Actually, he could probably get away with a camelback, right? His gut makes his spine arch so far forward, dragged by the weight pinned onto his front and barely balanced by his growing ass, that it wouldn’t be that noticeable. He could fill one of those up with alcohol and go to town anywhere anytime, wouldn’t that be the fucking dream? Steve’s chunky, heavy body shivers just thinking about it. 

Meanwhile, Bucky has snacks - snacks on snacks on snacks. At first, when he starts to himself go, first allowing himself to leave the house during the day so packed that he has pit stains and crescent moons under his flabby tits, exhausted by the effort of dragging his belly everywhere with him, so heavy, he’s shameful enough to just slip a few protein and candy bars in his pockets alongside loose change that he knows he’s just going to end up using for vending machines wherever he can find them, exchanging the cold, hard coins for sugary, fatty goodness that will be gone in too few bites. Quickly, he loses his shame, though. It sheds from him in bits and pieces.

He carries snacks in his pockets but as he outgrows his pants, the room in his pockets is hit by his widening hips and thicker thighs - not to even mention his ass, dear god - so he buys himself a purse. Nothing huge. Just a little bag to have “emergency” snacks to tide him over between meals of impressive size. Then, when his little snack-stuffed purse (bulging and heavy just like Bucky himself) isn’t enough, he reverts to his college years, albeit with the weight of an entire ‘nother person on his frame, carrying a backpack with him everywhere. This time around, there are no books, planners, or even a laptop in his bag. He fills his snack backpack moderately at first, but it doesn’t last because, of course, it doesn’t. If Bucky understood moderation, he would’ve ended up perverting the lean, athletic build that he spent so long procuring in high school and college into an excessive, wide, heavy body that’s so plush it’s hard to believe. Bucky wastes hours fresh out of the shower investigating himself as the weight piles on, poking and prodding and pinching his fat, his rolls thick and sliding together hotly, it’s so hard to believe the whale he’s turned himself into. He’s such a needy, big whale that his backpack gets too heavy when he drags it around throughout the day. He huffs and puffs and sweats worse than before, lugging all his snacks around. He tells himself that he can get relief from the weight by eating his snacks faster, no problem! Every bite makes the load lighter, right? But, really, if he stopped to actually think for once, he would easily realize that it does nothing of the sort. It evens out.

The hours pass and Bucky’s backpack gets lighter as he munches, sure, but his belly just gets heavier and heavier to compensate. All those empty, unneeded calories go somewhere. 

Bucky moans to himself and squeezes (exaggeratedly… for now) through his apartment door to come home after a full day of eating. He’s supposedly working and taking a few snack breaks, but… as he’s lost control and shame, it’s more like he’s eating with the occasional work break. As he comes home after his hard day’s labor of stuffing his face, all Bucky can think about is how the weight of his backpack nearly pulled him over this morning when he snagged it on the way out, unprepared to pick it up with how out of shape he’s gotten. It was that heavy and now? It’s all in his gut now. Picturing his soft, empty, flabby belly in the mirror that morning, Bucky considers how it would look if he put his snack-pack on backward with the heavy, filled bag over his belly… God. It would stick out so far. It’d make him look so round. And, considering that his backpack is empty now, that’s how fat he’s gotten over the course of the day. 

Fuck. 

Steve swells like beer poured into a glass without being tilted, fizzing, foaming, reaching the rim of the glass, and almost overflowing. Steve’s fat is getting softer the more he gets of it, but he’s still so dense and firm. Yet, Bucky rises like proofed bread dough, all rounded with rolls escaping the sides of the pan and flowing over. Bucky’s fat is so exorbitantly soft. He’s squishy, really like bread dough, Bucky often finds himself kneading his plush body - he just can’t get enough.  

This time, when the two gaining, ripening men see each other again, they meet at a grocery store, bumping into each other all those months and pounds later with nothing to dull the impact. In the broad light of day, there are no flashing club lights, no writhing bodies (mostly thin and scantily clad, but just as sweaty as the two overpacked fatties still shoving more in their greedy, moaning mouths), and no pounding music to hide behind. There’s nothing but the evidence of their indulgence on complete display.

Steve is swaying through the alcohol section, debating between different kinds of wine - who’s he kidding, though? He’s going to end up with both and he’ll knock them back so fast he probably won’t even taste the difference. He best get both. Both and more. He just, oops, he needs to be careful because he might fall on his ass and then he’ll break the bottles which would just be a fucking waste. No one would get to drink them then! Steve wants to drink them so bad, he wants to drain them both right now into his sloshing, dizzying belly. He could be heavier. He always needs to be heavier. He wants to roll back to the Uber that brought him here and he doesn’t want to be able to be stuffed into his seat. He’s going to swell himself up until he’s not only constantly giggly and dizzy but so he’s so round that a seatbelt extender will be essential, otherwise he’ll never be able to fit into a taxi or Lyft or Uber again. Godddd, he wants more already, he feels like he’s drying up despite all the sloshes and burps he’s stifling. Maybe both and then a few six-packs?

Bucky, however, is plodding through the food aisles, half-pushing, half-leaning on a cart that’s haphazardly stacked with enough food for a family of six. He’s so fucking loud and noisy between his almost ground-shaking footsteps and fast, shallow breaths. He ate before he came. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Never go grocery shopping hungry? He was just trying to follow the rules! But it doesn’t look like it’s worked on account of the crumbs around his mouth and the empty wrappers littering the baby seat of his cart. His gut is churning loudly - he just destroyed a whole box of snack cakes while debating what kind of ice cream he needs, thoughtless and shameless, only concerned with how to fill himself up until it hurts in the best way. Too tight. His belly keeps bumping the handle of the cart, so large that it makes his arms feel short.  

As they’re checking out, Steve isn’t looking where he’s going and he walks straight into Bucky. Bucky isn’t looking because he’s staring at the candy bars displayed near the front of the store, trying to drool remember if there’s any at the bottom of his cart or not.

Without their attention, they end up colliding belly to belly, making them both choke and groan, pressing on their sensitive guts sends hot, intense jolts of arousal through them both. It’s like pressing on a bruise - a big, fat bruise that’s been aching constantly for what feels like months. It’s a wonder neither of them come in their pants right then, hitting together like yoga balls and stumbling backwards, almost falling, they’re so on edge after months of unending gluttony. Stretched to their limits. Steve arches his back, reveling with a groan how his whole firm gut sloshes but doesn’t move all that much, he’s solid; Bucky curls around his soft tummy, breathing through the waves of heat with his fat jiggling everywhere, barely shoving a moan down. Neither of them can be out in public like this! This was a terrible idea! Now all they want to do is slump down and pant and digest a little so they might stand a chance at, at… 

Who hit him anyway?

Oh. 

They both look up at the same time, meeting each other’s dilated eyes and wondering, not even needing to speak out loud, how long they’ll have to wait to digest to be able to move better, just a little less sensitive, enough to touch each other - to squeeze and grope each other. Both of their bodies have ballooned, hugely fat, but they’re still so different. Hard and round; soft with rolls. How different are they these days? 

[bingebard]

i’m stuffed to the absolute max tonight. i’m home alone for the week and immediately took the opportunity to gorge myself.

i honestly didn’t want to stuff myself right away. i had planned on starting out with a water bloat or air inflation… but then i remembered that the corner store nearby sells ice cream… and root beer…

i had my mind set on getting myself a rootbeer float, craving the combination of heaviness from the dairy and air from the carbonation. i quickly bought myself a pint of ice cream and a liter of root beer, as well as a 20oz bottle of tea and a sleeve of crackers. i chugged the tea and scarfed down the crackers while walking home, which made my belly pleasantly sloshy, but i wasn’t full yet.

as soon as i got home, i got straight to making my float. i meant to start small. just a few scoops. as it turns out, my mug is large enough to fit an entire pint of ice cream in, with room to spare. i chugged as fast as i could.

i was still hungry by the time i was done, but my belly was just too sore and swollen to fit anything else inside, so i decided to wait until dinner to see if my bloating went down enough to eat a generous portion. it didn’t, but stupidly, i didn’t let that stop me.

despite how taut my belly felt, i managed to cram in a large helping of spaghetti and meatballs, a chicken caesar salad, an entire box of chocolate, an additional chocolate bar, and cookies, all while continuously chugging water and swallowing air.

i even held everything in all day so that i could be completely and totally full, and… oh man. i definitely succeeded.

my tummy is so tight, i feel like it’s about to split open. top to bottom- completely stuffed. i don’t think i’ve ever seen my lower belly so bloated…

should i take a break, give my strained guts some relief? or should i push myself even further? let me know what you would do if you saw me like this… maybe tell me what would happen if my housemates unexpectedly came back early and found me in this state, pinned down by my swollen tummy, out of breath and desperately holding in all of the little stuffed burps threatening to spill out…?

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Gorged

Tags: Wolf hybrid Namjoon. Hard vore. Digestion. Getting fatter from devouring prey. Immobility. Immobile pred.

Fat wolf hybrid Namjoon lounges back and belches into his fist. He chuckles as the weight in his gut shifts, making his thick belly bulge where the prey that's tucked inside fights and pushes.

"Settle down, little snack..." he pats his meal into place with both paws and grins as a low, defeated squeal filters from inside of his belly. Such a chubby pig.

"That's it~" He cooes, rubbing over his distended gut, "Just relax, little hog. My belly will take such good care of you... I'll digest you nice and slow."

That makes the prey whimper harder, and Namjoon chuckles. He gives the stuffed swell of his middle a firm slap. "What? You didn't think I was really going to let you out, did you? Predators never let prey back out. It's always a lie..."

He absolutely tricked the pig into thinking that getting into his belly was a good idea. Prey are always so easy to coerce into becoming dinner.

"Such a dumb little thing..." he teases as his stomach gurgles under his paws, clearly pleased with the weight of its feast. The hefty wolf lazes back in his nest with his gut pushing up into the air, and he sighs happily. He slowly caresses his paws over the swell, indulging in the delicious heaviness as his predator belly gurgles to life.

His eyelids droop as his limbs get heavy with lazy bliss. "So filling..." he mumbles down to his meal in praise, enjoying the view, "a plump prey like you is meant to be gobbled up~" He smiles sleepily as he's met with a oink of protest, muffled underneath the thick padding. Namjoon chuckles and relaxes back, ready for a lazy, pleasurable digestion of fatty pork.

He loses track of time, slowly rubbing over his full belly and licking his lips for more of the prey's sweet flavor. His gut gurgles and growls loudly in his den throughout the night. Little burps bubble up.

He belches into his fist and always follows it with a satisfied pat to his stomach for working so hard.

"Good boy~" He mumbles and purrs.

The wolf revels in this delicious feeling of gorging himself. He's too pleasured to sleep. If he dozes off, he'll miss the way his gut massages and contracts methodically, gobbling up the meal inside. His stomach muscles nearly pulse from the effort. Namjoon drools down his doubled chins as the hours tick on.

His paws greedily feel, kneading to gauge the progress. His gut squishes, getting sloshy even as it slowly rounds, bloating and filling in as he digests the sweet, plump meal. The wolf pants as his gut slowly fattens and swells, thickening with porky weight. His skin stretches tight to accommodate the new pounds that settle in, and pretty pink marks form around his navel.

It's a long, lazy night, but by the time the sun is rising, the wolf’s gut is pushed out heavily, thick and jiggly in his paws. Namjoon slowly sits up, feeling the deep squish as his gut spills out onto his thighs and heavy rolls fold and bulge.

"How was he, hmmm?" He purrs down to his belly and gives the top a soft little pat. A jiggle of fat ripples down the front. "Oh- delicious piggy..." he pants and whines, now pushing in hard and feeling a thick layer of blubber lining his gut.

He makes to get up, but can't get past the mass of weight. He's trapped underneath the load of fat, keeping him pinned. The wolf rumbles in pleasure, and massages at the indulgent burden in his belly. Oh, if the pig could see what he did to him. How massive he's fed him.

"You were such a good meal... Wolfie won't be able to get up until I work through some of this fat-" he chuckles and lifts his lower belly, just for it to slap down and wobble. Getting fat from his prey is his favorite part of devouring them.

"Looks like puppy has to be lazy until then..." he grins. This is his first prey that has made him so heavy that he can't even get up, even with the strength of his predator muscles. Namjoon flops back down to rest and relax, and enjoy the rich fat weighing him down... until his body works through enough calories that he's mobile again.

[stuffing-seattle]

have been over and over again water inflating over the last couple days, its getting addicting and easier.. n i was so disappointed by being interrupted that i only emptied out half of it then chugged a liter of tea on top... so now im goin to walmart feeling like a dumb horny water balloon pooltoy thing! -w- 🧸literally sending this as i wait to leave bcuz SOMEONE has to know~

Well, I hope you don’t mind a whole lot more people knowing about it now 😍😍😍. This is incredibly hot and I hope you were extra sloshy while you were shopping. I’m sure people around you heard your belly sloshing and were giving you a heavy side eye.

[beepboop260]

Maybe he really likes brewing/experimenting with tea but he also can't resist from sampling it along the process so after 1-2 hours of it he's got a big, distended sloshy belly 🥺

Ooooo tru tru. I do very much enjoy a good liquid filled tummy. Feeling so heavy and sloshy, maybe it even being audibly noisy to other people.

Tho also reminds me when I’d go to Teavana and I wanted to sample everything there vkdmgnfnfnf

Maybe he also likes milk tea. Or maybe he’s like me and doesn’t like milk tea cause 90% of the flavors aren’t actually tea oop. Maybe maybe he likes the tea I get from a local place where it’s freshly brewed iced tea and I get cheese foam on top hrmmm.

[bellyburstinbabe]

The scary part is you're already so far gone that being pinned to the bed by another 100 lbs sounds way better than having the wind taken out of you hauling that heavy belly up a flight of stairs at this point, doesn't it? You're like a ball balancing on top of a hill at this point, one slight push and you're rolling down with a waistline totally out of control. Well not in your control at least 😈

That absolutely sounds better than having to do any kind of physical work, the most I ever want to do is maybe waddle to the kitchen just so I can feel my fat bounce and wobble.

And go ahead and literally roll me down that hill, it sounds like it'd be a hoot! Just maybe not on a full, sloshy stomach.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

do you have any more thoughts about your stevebucky werewolf au? i love it very much, it holds a very special place in my heart ❤️

Original werewolf Steve

Follow up werewolf Steve

Aw, thank you! ❤️

I was having trouble thinking about what more I could add to this alternative universe that wouldn't be redundant because werewolf puppy Steve scrambles my brain so hard.

If anyone brings him up, suddenly I don't know anything. There are no words but lots of in-my-pants feelings. Nothing but big, fat, dumb puppy Steve that crawls on all-fours with his belly dragging on the ground for as long as he's still able to wobble forward. Still mobile. And even when he can move…

He's too big.

That belly is blubbery and thick and heavy. It leaves his back arching deeply. Bloated full of enough meat to satiate the ravenous wolf inside him along and bloated full of sloshy alcohol because the wolf inside Steve is obsessive, relentless, and it's been trained to crave, to ache for enough alcohol to drown in.

BUT inspiration struck ✨️✨️✨️

And as I was thinking about Steve, blubbery and wobbling, I had a new thought that scrambled my fragile little brain.

What happens when Steve fattens up from the monthly gorges?

I-

*gulp*

I have some ideas.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink nonsense. Warnings for stuffing, weight gain, mobility issues, immobility, animal play (werewolf/puppy), etc.

Eventually, with month after month of gorges under the light of the full moon and the eyes of his indulgent lover, Steve begins to blow. up. His wolf form and his human form. Both go through rapid transformations that have nothing to do with the moon's cycle.

Steve's wolf form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame blooms into the body of a soft, excessive, lazy housepet. He's more of a puppy than a wolf than ever before. He gets softer and softer until even when he's bloated beyond belief with food and alcohol - taut and flushed red under his fur - his belly fits in with the rest of his frame. He starts to look fat all the time in wolf form. Bloated or not. It's unmistakable. It's not just a belly that looks like it's fake, sticking out. His legs don't ripple with muscle. Instead, they jiggle with fat. His belly hangs hugely underneath his swollen chest and forces his legs apart wider, altering how he prowls. He lumbers. It's much less intimidating and much hotter. Clumsy and uncoordinated because his hunger is so out of control. His spine is buried by not only his thick fur but his new blubber as well. Nowhere on his body is immune to the weight he packs on. His muzzle even fills out. Bucky didn't know wolves could get fat faces! His puppy-wolf has a chubby face. So cute.

Steve's human form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame becomes buried under layers and layers of fat. His human form fattens much faster than his wolf form; somehow, the wolf has a faster metabolism than Steve's serum-fast metabolism. His chin doubles sweetly, and his cheekbones go from model-sharp to biscuit-dough soft. Those broad shoulders round out with fat. His biceps look even fucking bigger than usual - pillowy, not hard - and strain all of his shirt sleeves, no matter how fast he sizes up, he just can't keep up. He's growing too big too quickly. Plumping up. His chest swells and swells from masculine and hard to swollen and flabby. He doesn't have pecs, he has tits. "Worst" of all, his belly explodes out. Despite how soft his gut gets, it retains the most mouth-watering round shape. It's a perfect dome. The tight, pale surface of the ball attached to him is only broken by the stretch of his belly button and his white, healed stretch marks. His ass is monstrous, as are his thighs. Jiggly. Pale. Big.

Big.

Steve gets bigger and bigger and bigger.

Until…

He's vast.

He is massive.

He is so fucking oversized and fattened that he struggles to move in his human form.

Steve is so fat that his gut and swollen tits weigh down on his plush thighs so heavily and seemingly overnight he can't, without Bucky's help, heave himself to standing. At that point, even with Bucky's help, by the time he gets to his feet, he's panting and sweating. Every breath makes him jiggle. He's red in the face and so hot. In more ways than one. All this insulation is hot and it's heavy, heavy on his cock. It's hot and humiliating. He used to run miles and miles without breaking a sweat, yet now he can't get from reclining on his fat, cushioned ass to his feet (which he hasn't been able to see for… a while) without panting and growing damp with sweat.

Oh, God.

What happened to him?

How did he get like this? 😫

How did he get like this? 🥵

He's never dreamed that he could overpower his body ever again. Not since the serum entered his veins. But. Here he is.

He's overcome his super muscles.

He's transformed his body again. He is huge.

Mammoth.

So fucking fat and soft and plush and-

So hungry.

He can't ever stop eating. He constantly has something in his mouth and much more inside his stomach. Filling him. Bloating him. Stuffing him. So fucking hungry.

It gets worse when Steve's in wolf form. His appetite increases exponentially. Steve can not control himself. He has to gorge. Feast. Glut. Devour. He feels absolutely starved in wolf form. He can't pack anything and everything into his hungry yet overfed maw fast enough. He can't swallow anything that ends up in front of his face for more than five seconds fast enough. He can't get enough.

No wonder he ballooned… 😮‍💨

But with all the fat that's piled up on his frame -

Steve can't move.

He's overpowered the serum in his veins and he's overpowered the wolf inside him.

All he can do, now that he's grown so fucking unbelievably massive, is lay on his bloated side and whimper. Desperate for food; desperate for prey to fill him deliciously.

Filling up is the only thing that stops him from complaining. It feels so good. Too bad he always needs more.

When Steve tries to roll over onto all-fours, needing so badly to hunt, he can't actually make it. He's too heavy. Too fat and clumsy. He can't get there.

Besides, if Bucky helps roll him onto all-fours, Steve can't go anywhere, anyway. He's all belly. His belly fills the space between him and the floor and more. On all fours in wolf form, he lays out on top of his gut, a little wolf attached to this obscene, huge belly.

His days of hunting are long behind him. The closest Steve gets to hunting these days are growling and snapping his teeth pathetically, non-threateningly at Bucky when Bucky teases him and doesn't push the end of the funnel straight into his mouth, instead dangling it just out of reach. What's he gonna do? He can't fucking move. He's all fat. Plush, wobbly fat. Bucky can do whatever he wants to his puppy. He can funnel endless amounts of beer and melted ice cream into him until he's lifted a few more inches off the floor from the inflation of his tanker gut. He can grab handfuls and handfuls of his fuzzy, jiggly fat. He can roll his puppy around if he likes. There are no hard edges left to his wolf. Only soft fat. Perfect to grope and admire.

Steve is a blimp. He's not a werewolf. He's pathetic. Perfectly shaped. He went from dragging his belly against the floor to his belly being the only thing resting on the floor. It's unbearably hot.

Bucky isn't sure how Steve could possibly get any bigger but… if he can, he will. Bucky will make sure he will. Human Steve and wolf Steve. Human Steve can still walk after all. That has to change, doesn't it? 😈

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

[chubby-ghostt]

Does that tummy feel good, being so full and stretched? Can you feel it sloshing around with the cider or bubble and gurgle while trying to digest all those fries?

omg it feels soooo good 🥺 i love the3 way it sits all heavy in my lap and i get to lotion it up afterwards. and yes it feels hella sloshy, it's also more jiggly than usual and i keep playing with it despite being so full. i love bouncing it up and down in my hands 🥴

ty for the ask friend! 🥰

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Pure Gluttony

I am honestly so feral for greedy, massive Namjoon, who lazes around and gorges on anything he can get his hands on. After another hedonistic feast of gluttony, he looks down at his belly and admires the thick, fat swell under his hands. His chin rolls bulge as he smiles indulgently at the hefty gut he's growing. So many heavy, bulky layers of lard settling deeper and deeper in his gut with each feral binge, making it spill forwards over his knees. The dense weight in his middle has expanded with each meal, doubling into blubbery rolls that fold and hang, clinging desperately to the hard crest of bloat.

His chubby hands grope over the mass, digging in until he can feel his full, firm stomach underneath the sloshy blubber. It makes his insides gurgle with pressure, gas dislodging from the food and tightening under his skin. The gas bubbles up, building and swelling with bloat until a wet, guttural belch bursts out of him.

The painful ache manifests as a moan, his stuffed middle throbbing and pulsing with sharp pangs until everything settles, deliciously softer than before.

Namjoon is left panting, face red from exertion as he gets a few minutes of relief until the next wave of gas swells forwards.

[eggedbellies]

hello! 🌊 here again. i had a thought and i would like to share: once i’ve been packed full of eggs and i’ve got full sloshy tits from them being fucked full of cum, where else could the eggs go? well, why not down my dick? the thought of the ovipositor sliding down my cock and watching my balls grow as they’re filled with eggs is Also very good. when they’re ready, they could slide out of my dick with a nice rush of cum. yeah. that would be nice.

- 🌊

Giving you a fun little ovipositor of your own, maybe packing your balls nice and full and heavy and then block it up with a cum plug so they won't come out until you can cum hard enough for it to loosen, releasing you into the world to find someone who you can fuck over and over until you fill them with my eggs... then padding back to me, desperate to do it again, your poor balls feel so empty now, don't they?

[hazbincalifornia]

Is it bad I wanna know blitzo pov when baby aster goes demon mode in utero, the feelings he feels. Not body horror I guess? But magic baby BS, it’s heavy and swirly and strong and his nice pants popped a button

It’s definitely a weird experience! It’s not quite like his stomach is suddenly full of twice as much baby even though the size looks like that- it’s heavier, but also a little more sloshy yet thick, like a mixture of really thick fog and soup with some harder bits that might be hands or feet or a head if you prod inwards. The first time it happened he definitely freaked out, wondering if something had gone wrong, but he adjusted after that and tries to roll with it.

He usually has to sit down or at least lean on something since it knocks him off balance. He does tend to tear or pop at least part of whatever clothes he’s wearing unless they’re stretchy.

The emotion-bleeding happens more during the process too and his head gets a tad fuzzy so he tries to stay calm since the baby thrashing at that size and while using powers around can be… unpleasant. It feels nice when they’re both happy though, and rubbing his stomach usually gets them ‘sharing’ his purrs.