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I hope the holding is going well. Three days already. You must be so, so stuffed full, and you've still got at least three more to go. You have to let us know just how large your belly gets. Keep on going strong!

I'm not super uncomfy yet, but I can feel all the firm poop building up in my tummy. My colon feels all heavy and my farts are so warm and pungent 🥵

I've been so darn stressed and busy too, which definitely isn't helping 🫠 I think I'm gonna treat myself to as much food as I can while I work, and let it all out on Thursday.

Hey everyone!

I'm so sorry my blog has been so dead, it's a mix of laziness and education 🫠 but I figured I should let you all know ....

During the past two days, I've had an unholy amount of rich hearty and fried foods, and I havent pooped since Friday 🥴 I can't promise much due to being incredibly busy, but I'm going to try to hold until this Thursday or Friday and try to release in public if I can!

Also sorry about my askbox my mental capacity is very low ugh 🫠😭

some of u cum/feel pleasure so easily it makes me feel a little homicidal

I miss when I would get Tumblr asks that actually said things and weren't just digital panhandling scams.

hey friends. i hate asking for help but genuinely im not sure what im going to do.

rent is due on the 4th and we need groceries i’m short about $700 if anyone can help that would be greatly appreciated.

my cashapp is $miserydiners

my venmo is @miserydiners

dm me for paypal

if you send money and dm a screenshot that you sent, i can send tummy pics or really anything you’re interested in. thank you again so much if you can donate. if you can’t, PLEASE SHARE!

It recently came to my attention that a lot of people, even those who frequently use condoms, don't know that you need to pinch the tip when you put one on or don't know why!

Leaving air in the tip will cause it to expand (and maybe break) when ejaculation happens. Also, air in the condom makes it more likely for the ejaculation to push the air down the condom and make it slip off.

Share to save someone from a condom breakage!

To my mutuals or followers, or just anyone who sees this:

Please reblog the kosa bill posts from me and others. This bill is EXTREMELY dangerous to the queer community and especially queer minors. As a queer and trans minor in a bad home situation, I and many others would be in so much danger if this bill is approved. Its actually so horrific. One of the senators who introduced it, Marsha Blackburn, said that "protecting minor children from the transgender in this culture" was a top priority. As a trans minor, I find this disgusting and harmful to my existence, I'm sure many others my age feel the same way. So please: REBLOG THE KOSA BILL POSTS.

EDIT: IT WILL ALSO CENSOR THE PALESTINE GENOCIDE POSTS AND MANY MORE THINGS!!! WE WILL BE BLOCKED FROM THE TRUTH!!! Also I do not know many things about the kosa bill, this is the limit of my knowlege, so I can't answer any questions. I'm sorry!

First time posting a writing...

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Content: Semi-unwilling pred, multiple prey, size difference (prey are like palm sized), safe vore, soft vore, very willing prey

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All Michael wants is to get out of here. Distract his mind from the hurricane that's having it's way in his head. The dread, the fear, the anxiety that eats away at his skin.

Maybe that's why he decided to go tramping aimlessly into the woods. No one around to hate him. No one around to fear the judgement of. He knows he'll be fine. To get back, all he has to do is follow the quiet until it breaks away into the noise of the city. But that's for later. Much later. These woods are better than trying to ignore the smell of people everywhere, of his friends, of his family. Just grass and leaves as far as the eye can see. The lingering scents of animals, leaving their marks in the underbrush. And… something… sweet? The air tastes almost like fruit, yet he sees none around. If there was an orchard nearby, he'd know, right? There'd be a massive farmer's market in town or something.

Michael stops and looks up. There's a trail of small winking lights floating among the branches. They almost remind him of fireflies. The presence of those same bugs might be why he didn't register these at first. He reaches up and pokes one. It sparkles, bursting into motes of light that slowly dissolve into the air.

Curious, he follows the lights. Up ahead he can hear sparking pops, rushing water, and soft hisses of indistinct noise. The fruit-like smell grows stronger. The air feels thicker, thrumming with some substance he can't identify. He decides to think of it like a confusing alien humidity. As he pushes himself through a wall of bushes, he blinks at the sight in front of him.

It's… a party? Seemingly random objects crowd the place (giant mushrooms, sure, but why is there a brand-new sofa here?) and even more of those lights illuminate the area. It's like a star-filled sky, flooded with sparkling lights that are replaced as quickly as they wink out. Blurs of color and light move around the area. A buzz of movement fills his ears– like insect wings, like a whistling breeze, like rustling leaves. At first he wonders where the people are. Only once he focuses on the blurs do they start looking like definite forms to him. Small people, decked with– no, embedded with crystals.

The pit in his stomach grows deeper at the realization. Then it itches at his insides, insisting he stop ignoring it. He wanted to get away from people. Yet here he is, ending up in a throng of them. Maybe that's on him. Being stupid and following what was probably magical lanterns for fairies or something.

He backs up, trying to retreat to the other side of the bushes. The fragile branches snap around his arms.

"Hey!" Someone shouts, and he hopes that it's not directed at him. Then that someone flies into his vision, promptly dashing that hope. "You busy?"

"What?" Michael asks.

"I said, are you busy?" The fairy repeats, hovering in front of his face.

"I, uh. No. Why do you ask?"

"Great!" The fairy claps their hands together, beaming. "We need some variety over here. Make some requests, get crazy! Wishes, if you insist on it. We've got mana to burn."

"I'm…" He glances past them, into the thick of the gathering. Some faces have turned towards him. If he's leaving, it's not going to be unnoticed. Or unjudged.

"Sorry, I don't know what this is about. I don't want to intrude on your, uh, party?"

The fairy gives him an odd look. "It's a casting festival. We've been running out of ideas and we still have mox-ridden to take care of. So come on! Get in here, sit down."

That clears up next to nothing, but Michael nods like he understands. What he expected was a demand for why he's there, or maybe a yell for him to leave. Not… this.

"Um, okay." He never was good at speaking. He's not sure if this will be any different. Michael clumsily extricates himself from the bush, bringing plenty of leaves with him.

"Go, go!" A new voice shouts. He can feel the press of attention on him, of much smaller eyes following his comparatively giant self. The idea of standing feels nauseating. At least that confusingly pristine couch will come into use. He sits.

Michael picks a leaf out of his air.

"Allow me." Yet another stranger comes near him, waving their good arm. The other is stiff, composed entirely of gem. Or encrusted with it? He's not sure. Before Michael can figure that out, all the broken twigs and leaves in his hair transform into butterflies, fluttering away.

"Ah." He states. There's movement behind him, and the pressure of being watched is now crushing. God. These people are, what, palm-sized? Smaller? He doesn't know. Because he's not focusing on that. Definitely. Most certainly not. But there's a bunch behind his head on the back of the couch now aren't they. Why are they there. He's boring he's not interesting.

Something hisses, and he decides to ignore the basket of rubber snakes someone just manifested.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The first stranger says. Michael isn't sure when they followed him, or if they were there all along. He just sort of shakes his head, feeling too sick to speak.

"Hey, wait." The crystal-ridden fairy gestures out their good arm, holding a hand out. "Hold up your hand."

Confused and too afraid to say no, he does so. They press their hand against his finger, thoughtful.

"Oh, this is perfect. You drain magic!"

"Uh. I– sorry. I don't, I don't think I can make it stop. Is that… is that gonna be a problem?" He asks despite knowing the answer is yes.

"Not at all!" The fairy laughs at him, and there's tittering behind his head. The fear of why they're laughing drowns out the actual words.

"I've got an excellent idea. You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"You can tell that fast?" He asks.

"Not many things can be mana sinks and alive beings." The fairy pauses. "Technically alive."

Before he can ask what being a vampire has to do with anything, another voice pipes up.

"Eat us!"

Alarmed, Michael spins around to stare at the miniature crowd behind him. "Huh??"

There's a chorus of agreement, of laughter, and beaming smiles. He starts to wonder if his hunger is making him delusional.

"Look!" The same voice cries, now identified as belonging to glowing blue fairy. "This is a golden opportunity. We need to burn mana, you need to absorb energy. It's an easy solution!"

"But why– why eating? Isn't that dangerous for you?"

"Psht," A green fairy scoffs, "We could get out even if wanted to stop us."

"Are… are you sure? If you get out with magic, and I'm… taking it…?"

"Just one of us has way more mana than you could ever take at once. And guess what! You take it best through eating, which is why that's the only way it'll actually make a difference." At this point he isn't sure who's speaking. They're all strangers to him, overwhelming and bright. The constant switching is making his head spin.

"Look," A brash voice says, "We’re basically doing you a favor.”

Something pokes his belly, and Michael reflectively swats at the offending person. They easily flit backwards out of reach, giggling at him.

“I’m–”

“Come on!”

“I…” Michael glances away, frighteningly aware of the gathering crowd around him. He clutches his shirt, pressing his fist into his middle. A rumble teases him in return. They'll be fine. They'll be fine? And he. He doesn't think he can get out of this situation anyway. He'd been desperate to avoid his friends and their insisting, but this is astronomically worse. The anxiety and the hunger alike dig at his insides. "Okay."

There's a pregnant pause.

"Open up, then!" Someone shouts. Admonished, Michael opens his mouth, displaying his fangs and empty throat. All of a sudden there's a taste on his tongue. A slight weight presses against it, and wings tickle against the roof of his mouth. He flinches, snapping his jaws shut and reflexively swallowing to rid himself of the feeling. Something wriggles down his throat in surprise.

He looks down at his stomach in a panic.

“Shit! Shit, I'm sorry, you– I didn’t mean to throw you down so fast–”

“Forget that! It’s my turn!” Another fairy presses tiny hands against his lips.

“Uh–?” The moment his mouth opens, they push inside, kicking their legs against his teeth to propel themselves down his throat. In that moment, he’s grateful he no longer has a gag reflex. He swallows, and their lemony taste slips past his tongue along with them. Michael doesn't know if he should be glad for or dreadful of the rapid pace.

His stomach seems to have no opinion one way or the other, merely growling at the prospect of being fed. There's a tittering of excitement around him.

Another approaches, face eager. He hesitates, but opens up his mouth for them. God, another. How many will there be? He hasn't bothered to count the amount around him, but he hopes it's not all of them. The way his gut gurgles implies disagreement.

Someone touches his middle again, and he gently waves them away. He can't speak, not with the current fairy deciding to take their time searching his mouth. His tongue twitches, and it's with great chagrin he realizes he's drooling. They taste like sugar. Artificial fruit. They push forward, and Michael takes that as a sign to swallow. He can feel the warmth of energy slip past his throat, moving deeper inside him. It collects in his stomach. He doesn't dare look down at it.

Even as that someone tries to touch him again.

"What are you doing?" He snaps, unable to help it.

"I want to see if I can feel anyone from out here," They say, perturbed.

"Well– just don't. If you want to touch anything, do it from inside." Even as he says them, Michael regrets the words.

"You hear that? You're next!"

"That's not what I–" He stammers, trying to correct the assumption, but they're already staring up at him with such big, desperate eyes. The noise dies in his throat. How is he supposed to deal with a look like that? Michael sighs and opens his mouth. The fairy, eager as the rest, dives in. It's some small relief that he can't choke. He swallows, pressing fingers against his lips. The taste of their skin lingers, crystalline and sweet. The movement of their small body disappears inside him.

That's what he wants to think, anyway. In reality, he can feel squirming inside his gut. Small pressures that he can feel for moments, only for his stomach to disguise the sensation with a deep growl. Hunger still itches at him. The edge has been weaned off, dulled. But he doesn't feel full. Doesn't feel satiated. As much as he hates to admit it, this crowd might be right. They're kind of doing him a favor. Instead of going home and starving, hoping he won't do anything…

With an uncertain sort of confidence, he holds his tongue out. Michael doesn't even see this one, only knows they're in his mouth. He draws his mouth closed, and– oh, no, okay, a second has decided to clamber in. Michael hums in protest. With his tongue he presses one against the inside of his cheek, swallowing one at a time. There's a little bit of a rhythm now.

The way they slide down his throat. His stomach squirms, and he grimaces. The sensation is foreign, and he can't tell if the movement makes him feel sick or thrilled. That's a pretty consistent doubt, though. Not knowing if he's happy or disgusted by the situation at hand.

"Me next! Me next!"

"One second…" he pauses, taking a deep breath. How many has he eaten? He hasn't been counting, but it feels like far too many. Not enough. He wonders whether he'll be able to fit all of the fairies that flutter around his head. They stare expectantly at him, hover above his shoulders, lower in front of his stomach. Is it sticking against his shirt now? Now that he looks at it, he can see it glowing with a handful of different colors. They flicker and move through his skin.

"Right."

Michael's stomach growls again. At the end of this, he's going to be stuffed…

sorry I'm dead I'm stressed and lazy

what are foods or things that make you guys gassy? any suggestions for me?

Boss's Orders (male fart/burp fetish story/fanfic)

hii everyone this is my first public fetish story I'm posting. this character (Cyrus) is not an OC he is from the P0ke/m0n series (I do NOT need this showing up in main tags/general searches haha). please enjoy this story of a repressed and uptight man losing all control of his ability to hold in his gas

Cyrus had no particular fondness for coffee; in fact, he found the taste to be quite repulsive, though he’d never let it show. It was something he drank to function, purely to fuel the machine that was his often-ailing body. As such, it was always supposed to be black coffee. He wasn’t the type of man to do things for “fun” or “enjoyment,” which were vague and sentimental concepts he simply did not have time to deal with. He didn’t need sugar, milk, or creamer; he drank his coffee as it came.

…That, and he happened to be absurdly lactose intolerant. It frustrated him immensely; yet another way in which he was painfully human and so far from the perfect ideal he sought. He usually didn’t have much trouble avoiding dairy, though a familiar and unwelcome bubbling in his stomach made him feel as though he hadn’t been diligent enough.

He shifted uncomfortably in his office chair at Team Galactic HQ. His stomach was softly gurgling, making him thankful he was so particular about his office’s isolation from the rest of the building.

Fuck. That moronic grunt I allowed to fetch me coffee must have made some executive decision to add creamer, he thought to himself, scowling as his discomfort grew.

Why would someone do that? Why were people so stupid and presumptuous?

Cyrus sighed and rested his head in his hands, his frustration quickly interrupted by a surging cramp in his abdomen. At first, he tried to ignore it, keeping his hands and mind busy by focusing on writing his next speech. He wasn’t a child; he could keep his bodily functions at bay without issue. Another sharp cramp rung through his lower body and he found one of his hands tentatively massaging his aching stomach, finding it far more bloated than usual. 

He angrily stood up and locked his office door, his stomach audibly complaining about the sudden movement. The last thing people needed to hear was him in such a vulnerable state. It was unbecoming of him. 

He tried to resume his task but quickly found himself wrapping both arms around his stomach, head on his desk. “Mmnh….” Although the cool surface felt nice on his sweaty face, he let out a soft groan of pain as his insides worked themselves into knots. Righting his posture and forcing himself upright, he tried to set his sights on typing the concluding thoughts of his speech, still able to hear his gurgling stomach over the sounds of the keypresses.

A sudden cramp came that was too intense for him to fight against; though he tried, tensing his muscles so as to not give into his weakness, his body had other plans. Unable to take it any longer, he involuntarily relaxed and let out a forceful, long, wet fart, one that made him sigh in relief. 

How shameful.

It was a disgusting feeling, to be so controlled by his body in this way. He attempted to stand up to open a window to rid himself of the foul odor but found another drawn-out fart bubbling out of him, so desperate he couldn’t hold it back as it filled the room with a sulfurous smell.

Whatever. He would simply resume his duties as any responsible adult would. When needed, he would provide himself relief, if that’s what it took to get his work done.

As he got back to typing, he felt a sharp cramp as his stomach lurched. He didn’t need to apply much pressure to let out a deep, ringing burp, one that made his throat hurt a bit from the sheer force of it. Anticipating another, he placed a hand over his mouth as a belch rose up from the depths of his body, muffled by his palm. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling shame and humiliation burn through him. “...Absolutely disgusting,” he quietly commented to nobody in particular.

The smells his body was producing at this point were foul. Entirely unable to restrain his gut from tightening and clenching, a soft, bubbly fart practically leaked out of him, filling his pants with an eggy stench. Perhaps even more mortifying than the gas itself was the sheer amount of relief it was bringing Cyrus to release it; on most occasions, he used every once of his willpower to hold back any eructations or flatulence indefinitely. To be so utterly at the mercy of his body made him feel powerless and weak, but releasing the painful pressure building up inside him was bordering on euphoric.

Taking a momentary break from typing to lean to one side, he let out a bassy fart with a finish just slightly too wet to make him feel comfortable. Another cramp hit him and forced a huge airy fart out of his hole; he let out a contented sigh of relief when it finally finished.

Every part of this disgusted him, especially the warm, damp feeling that was starting to fill the back of his briefs from the moisture of his farts. He was worried he’d need a change of underwear before the day came to a close. Hell, he might from the smell alone. But goddamnit, he’d vowed to complete his tasks at any cost. Nothing so trivial as an upset stomach would interrupt his duties.

As he set himself back to work on writing his speech, his face was burning hot from embarrassment, even though he was alone. Cyrus had always been particularly shy about his bodily functions, especially those deemed more…impolite in nature. What, was he really so weak as to lose control over his bowels, like he was a child? Regardless, even when he tried to hold back his gas, he soon found it erupting out of him, hot searing farts hissing out of him for upwards of ten seconds at a time, rendering the office air nearly unbreathable.

He pressed a fist to his mouth to stifle another loud belch, before furrowing his brow in frustration. A quick assessment of his midsection revealed him to be no less bloated than before, perhaps even moreso despite the massive amount of gas he’d managed to expel. I despise this. This is no way for a leader to conduct himself, he thought as he tentatively unbuttoned his pants and unbuckled his belt, allowing his swollen gut some relief. As revolting as this was, it’d also be best if it was over as fast as possible, and perhaps that required some encouragement on Cyrus’s behalf.

Trying to apply firm pressure to his tender abdomen, he took his fingertips and began massaging his stomach. Forcing his gas in certainly wasn’t working, so maybe forcing it out would have more productive results. With one hand, he gripped the edge of his desk, as he pushed out a massive, roaring fart, so long that it left him out of breath. “Arceus almighty…” He mused to himself as his stomach churned. Every time his hand connected with his midsection, another bubble of gas would force its way out of him.

This strategy seemed to be decent for making progress, though Cyrus’s gut seemed to be capable of producing nearly endless air. After another flurry of smaller farts, he let out a large one that, to his displeasure, felt decidedly wet.

“...Fuck,” he said, getting to his feet and attempting to make his way to his private bathroom. With every step, he let out another rancid, swampy fart, interrupted periodically by deep burps. When he finally got to the bathroom, he felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen; surely whatever demonic force would emerge from the depths of his bowels would not leave his pants intact, and he was so close to the toilet, but…

Cyrus was unable to restrain the disgustingly wet, sloppy fart that tore through his bowels, his mouth opening a bit in shock at how truly vile it was. It sounded and smelled like he was actively soiling himself. When he managed to shove down his pants and seat himself on the toilet, finally releasing the storm brewing in his intestines, he rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

Are you filling up again now after your massive dump? I've been shitting loads today so feel empty, I like a nice heavy log pressing on my anus, do you?

no, not quite, sorry! I like to care for my body and give it breaks, but I'll do post about it when I do!

So I was at a friend’s house when this happened. But I’d eaten an entire tub of the Betty Crocker frosting by myself in under 11 hours. Sugar like this tends to upset my stomach. Anyway later when I went to the bathroom I had the largest shit I’ve had in a while, a turd about seven inches long then more mush on top

Damn 😳 God all that thick sugary frosting must have been so rich~ I had no idea it'd produce such lovely results 💦

honestly I'm more impressed you had the endurance to finish it lol, I could never hold down that much sugar

Hope that log isn't going to be too painful coming out. Bet your farts stink so bad.

Thx for the enthusiasm from everyone in my askbox! I'll be answering and giving updates in this post :3 sorry it's a bit late, I'm busy with life and all so thank you all for your patience!

By the end of yesterday I was sooo crampy and bloated, I was rubbing and pressing into my tummy trying to hold in 3 days worth of poop, but I'm a glutton so of course I still indulged in a bunch of heavy greasy spicy food before falling asleep with a tight and bloated tummy :3

Oof and this morning... while releasing my load was easier (and a few hours early) it was definitely orgasmic 🥵I let loose some of the loudest, smelliest trumpeting farts when I woke up, and they smelled so rotten... God the pure stench of my sheets alone was almost enough to make me cum, and they were loud enough for the neighbors to quietly laugh at 😳😖 All that weight rushed against my hole with a bunch of low gurgling, and I had to rush to let it all out

It took painfully long to push out such a huge log with so much mushy diarrhea behind it 🥵 I could feel it slowly coming out of me for what felt like minutes, the weight dropping out of my guts mixed with it teasing my sensitive hole was just 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦💦

I absolutely blew up the toilet with my huge logs and diarrhea, I only wish I could have done it in public instead 💦

tummyache settled lfg

I need to poo so badly 😖

Still gonna hold for now tho :3

I need to poo so badly 😖

Still gonna hold for now tho :3

Are you still up for talking about pooping and constipation after stuffing?

o ofc! DW I switch kink moods rapidly but they're still all consistent

I should probably provide an update on just how bloated I've been 😮‍💨 I'm so full and it feels like a huge log is right up against my hole... the urge to poop isnt too strong yet but unloading definitely sounds like heaven~

I haven't let out too many farts today either but I feel like they would definitely stink 💦

Woof :3 ruff ruff woof *chases tail* bark woof bark bark *rolls around* arf arf ruff :3 :33 bark bark bark woof woof

Sorry I haven't posted much copro or eprocto content

Chronic stress turned me into a puppy

Buy hey if anyone wants to ask me puppy questions I'm down 👀🦴🐾

Just found your blog love it, would love to talk more about lovely pooping, I especially love constipated squeezing out

aww glad you like my blog!! And yes, I love the feeling of getting stretched out by a big constipated log~

Currently I'm holding one in ;) I just stuffed my stomach full of spicy gassy foods and I'm so tight and full 🥵 It's trying to make room, but I'm going for a new holding record ✨

Ooooo yay! I think it's time you set a new record. Three days was delicious, but I think this time you can do four. Then you'll really be stuffed full and bloated for us. You've got to keep updating, too. It's so hard to lose motivation without someone standing over your shoulder and making sure you keep going. I want to know every meal that ends up trapped in your belly.

it's definitely hard to stay all stuffed and bloated while I'm so busy on a daily basis, but it feels so good... And so humiliating 🥵

Since that post I've eaten a hefty amount of pasta and chicken wings (including leftovers and all) with fruits and vegetables and psyllium husk. The wings have been giving me the best gas of my life good God 🤤💦 I once ate them a little too soon before sleeping and I woke up with such a tummyache and basically blew up the shower with a ton of huge farts, God it felt so good

Rn im getting those typical constipation farts, the ones that are silent and warm and so so pungent that I usually have to let them out where there aren't any people... I'm not very bloated yet, but I'm feeling a little heavy

ExLax anon from earlier. Not much is happening, but it just hit your six. The suspension is getting to me but I feel like it's going to be so worth the wait.

Certainly hot to hear anon~ 🥵 gotta love the tension of a big mess just up against your hole

Thx for sharing!

do you make...corn? 🐕🚼

no ✨✨✨

I probably never will, it's just not for me and I like my privacy too much

Oh hey would you look at that the poop horny is back

Time to hold :D

Sorry I haven't posted much copro or eprocto content

Chronic stress turned me into a puppy

Buy hey if anyone wants to ask me puppy questions I'm down 👀🦴🐾

Long time lurker. Finally decided today to take a laxative since I love the idea of desperation and wet farts but almost never get either. I did chocolate ex lax and then ate dinner and some snacks. If you're interested I can send you an update. Fingers crossed we get some action soon.

oooo thx for sharing! I'd love an update on how your tummy is doing~

Midnight Cravings

I wrote another thing!! :DD This is the canon?? scenario where they both find out they're into the same stuff~ >;3c

Same as "Full Tank", Vanessa's dialogue is in pink, and Damien's is in purple

Hope you enjoy reading~!! ;3

The nearly full moon peeked through the curtains of Damien and Vanessa's bedroom, a reminder of the upcoming monthly transformation the couple had to endure

The bed creaked slightly as a figure sat up at the edge, slighty hunched and groggy. A long, low rumble that echoed through the room caused the werewolf to wince and curl into himself in discomfort, gritting his teeth, his lengthy canines flashing momentarily.

<<Come on, dinner was just a few hours ago, you already ate so much..>> he thought to himself, blushing slightly as he looked down at the little belly he'd recently grown, not that big, but compared to his previous rail-thin frame, it stuck out more, giving Damien the appearance of a beer gut. He rubbed it lightly, in hopes of calming the gnawing hunger to no avail. His pointed ears flicked as he checked to make sure that his wife remained asleep, a bit shy about his appetite

He glanced over his shoulder, listening and watching intently for any sign she might be feigning sleep, but was relieved to find her fast asleep, the vampire’s sweet face appearing just as beautiful in the dark as in daylight.

Another pang of animalistic hunger brought his attention back to the present, a low, frustrated growl escaping his lips. He began to salivate, longing for something to sink his teeth into. He needed to bite down on something, he needed to eat, and soon.

Damien stepped into his slippers and made his way out of the room, down the long hallway and staircase, and into the kitchen.

His pace quickened as the scent of food crept closer, taunting his howling stomach even more.

He practically tore the fridge door open, grabbing the first thing he could reach. Some meaty lasagna, from a lunch date they’d gone on the day before. The smell of meat only enticed him more, his body craving meat. He showed some restraint, haphazardly tossing it onto a plate and into the microwave to warm it up. They’d ordered a few extra portions of the lasagna the day before to take home with them, so the plate definitely had some weight to it as he took it out of the microwave, still hot. He quickly set it down, waving his hand to cool it off and sucking his slightly burnt thumb.

The smell of the lasagna was intoxicating, the meat, cheese, pasta and marinara filling his nostrils. He fished out a fork from the silverware drawer and cut off a sizeable hunk from the main piece, cheese stretching as he pulled the fork to his mouth. He blew on it and brought the fork to his lips, moaning in delight at the taste.

He couldn't tell whether or not it was due to his lycanthropy-induced hunger, but it tasted like the most magnificent thing he’d ever had. The sudden surge in euphoria finally sent him over the edge, Damien beginning to shovel mouthfuls of the lasagna at a time, completely absorbed with his eating. In just a couple of minutes, the whole plate had been scraped and licked clean, virtually spotless.

As if he hadn't just eaten several servings of rich, calorie-dense food, he set his plate down and grabbed the next available dish in the fridge, a large container with pasta and some garlic bread left over from last night's dinner.

His patience growing thinner, he didnt even bother heating it up this time. Even cold, the pasta was creamy and the sauce was well seasoned and delicious. Damien continued eating, ripping off hunks of garlic bread between bites of pasta and dipping it in the sauce. He gratefully finished up everything in the container, scraping it clean and licking the fork, putting it aside and reaching back into the fridge once again for the next dish.

A batch of Vanessa's homemade soup dumplings. Those tiny, addicting little pockets of gold.. Damien peeled off the lid and tossed it onto the counter, popping them into his mouth one at a time, humming happily to himself and delighting in the way they would burst with flavor into his mouth as he bit down. They were the perfect size to eat in one bite. There were about eight in that container, each no bigger than a fist, and he polished off every single one with ease.

The werewolf licked his lips expectantly, letting out a few small burps as he reached back in yet again, rubbing his bulging belly absentmindedly

His hands found a nearly-full container of hearty potato and bacon soup, set it on the counter and removed the lid, running his tongue over his teeth hungrily.

No longer caring for manners, he scooped up the whole container and tipped it just enough to flow into his mouth. He gulped it down thickly, moaning lowly as it joined the rest of his meal in his bottomless belly. He paused a couple of times to chew the bigger pieces of potatoes and broccoli and other ingredients in the soup, but mostly just drank it down like it was nothing.

As the last dregs of the soup were swallowed down, he let out a wet belch, the contents sloshing inside his stomach.

His breathing grew heavier as his hunger continued, Damien growing visibly frustrated as he growled, feeling another rumble deep in the pit of his stomach. He sniffed the air, gruffly shoving the other foods aside and grabbing several packets of raw meat from the fridge, ingredients for tomorrow's meals no doubt.

He tore the plastic wrap off the tops of the styrofoam packages and one by one, wolfed down the hunks of meat. From full steaks to pork chops to chicken feet, he downed it all, his lupine side taking the wheel.

After that, everything sort of blurred together, he didn't really pay attention to what he ate, as long as it filled his belly.

Raw vegetables and meat, fruits, cold cuts, cheeses, leftovers and desserts, nothing was safe if it was in his reach.

He was now sitting on the floor, his legs spread out in a wide criss-cross position, licking up the remains of his feast, some frosting from a now devoured cheesecake decorating his fingertips and face.

It had probably been over an hour since he had gotten out of bed. It was a miracle Vanessa hadn't woken up to discover him yet, the vampire still fast asleep in bed, curled up in the comforters, blissfully unaware of her husband's midnight gorging.

Damien's mind started to clear now that he had satisfied his stomach, allowing him to come back to reality.

He was a complete mess of burps and hiccups, his stomach gurgling and churning loudly. He took short, huffy breaths, his stomach rising and falling like an overinflated balloon.

His waistband dug deeply into his underbelly, stretched to the max. This discomfort, bordering on pain, made Damien look down and face the results of his binging.

His throat made a sound between a squeak and a whimper as he saw himself for the first time since coming down into the kitchen.

The entirety of the fridges’ contents were now packed into the heaving mass that kept him pinned to the ground. Every rumble and gurgle was visible across the stretched surface of his flushed skin. Damien was in shock and disbelief, his mouth agape and his face and ears practically glowing red.

His heartbeat quickened, feeling something strange stir inside of him, causing him to squirm. He whined, clutching one of his burning hot cheeks in his hand, while the other kept him propped up off the ground.

He felt a million butterflies flutter from his stomach up and down his spine and settle between his legs, gasping, recognizing this feeling but confused by the strange cause.

His heart still beating at a million miles a minute, he removed his hand from his face and slowly placed it down onto the dome-like surface of his belly, feeling another small jolt of energy run through him.

He stifled a moan, feeling pleasant shivers run through him as he slowly became familiar with the shape of his belly, the way it felt when he rubbed it and the way it looked, sagging between his legs as he sat on the ground, surrounded by the evidence of his indulgence.

He bit his lip, trying to come to terms with these new feelings as he attempted to come back down from that sudden spike in excitement, feeling fuzz beginning to form on the sides of his face and not wanting to cause any further changes to his body.

He slowly got to his feet, heaving himself up by using the kitchen counter top. His gut sloshed and swayed as he stood, propped up on the counter and catching his breath.

“Hhhokay.. ffuck- hhhuff- that… I- I don't even know where to begin unpacking all that-” he panted, covering his flustered face with one hand, still bent over the counter

“I.. I should clean up, I cant *bwOorp-* believe I made such a mess..” he said, a twinge of guilt building as he looked around at the containers and small bits of food strewn around the floor of the once pristine kitchen.

He did his best to pick up the mess, struggling to bend over now that he had this massive boulder in the way of everything, but he refused to leave Vanessa with the mess, even if it left him winded beyond belief

A bit more time passed and he groggily picked up the last of the dishes, leaving them in the sink to wash in the morning.

There were still a couple of spots of food here and there that he couldn't reach or just didn't see because of his bloated belly, but it was certainly an improvement.

Damien's belly growled unpleasantly, upset by all the bending and moving. He burped and panted as he tried to calm his stomach, rubbing one hand over it cautiously

After a bit, he decided to finally make the journey back up to bed. He clutched his belly as he made his way back up the stairs, down the hallway and into his bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as he entered the room

Damien sluggishly approached the bed, relieved to see Vanessa still cozied up under the covers, just the way he'd left her. A small smile and a gentle blush crept onto his face, gazing affectionately at his sleeping wife.

He was startled by a loud gurgle from his stomach, finally sitting down on the edge of his side of the bed. His eyes darted back to Vanessa several times as he tried to settle himself into bed without her noticing.

Finally, he felt relief as he settled into bed, the weight of his overfed tummy now resting on the plush mattress. He groaned with relief, glad to be back in bed.

His ear twitched as he heard Vanessa stir behind him, mumbling and whining sleepily as she reached for the warmth of her little spoon.

Damien squeaked as he felt her fingers graze the curvature of his stomach as it continued to churn and bubble audibly.

Vanessa shuffled closer to him, still mostly asleep as she pulled herself closer to him and holding onto the pillow he was hugging. But it was much too firm, and.. warm to be a pillow..? What else could it be though, sticking out so far in front of..

“..Baby..? Is that- you?..” she asked, her voice just above a whisper and her cheeks growing warm. Vanessa's eyes fluttered open, Damien's back facing her. His heart beat wildly in his chest, her husband remaining quiet as a mouse, tensing up slightly as she felt around, trying to determine what she was holding onto.

She squeaked and drew her hand back quickly as another long rumble echoed through the room, feeling the vibration against her fingers as her suspicions (or hopes) were confirmed.

That warm, round, mass she was feeling was his stomach.

Her sleepy and flustered mind tried to make sense of it all.. Yes, she had been trying to ease him into eating more, and was delighted to see the gradual effects of all her cooking going to his waistline, but this was something entirely different.

She had nothing to do with this, who knows how much he'd eaten to get this big. A shiver ran down her spine as her face turned red, her mind beginning to wander, though she tried her best to stay focused on the present

“I-it's okay, honey, um, are you.. okay..? You sound like you're in pain..”

Damien nervously replied, averting his eyes from his abdomen. “Hhh- I'm.. I'm *urp-* okay.. I'm just- really embarrassed.. and f- *hic-!* full..”

“Here, turn around, I can help you feel better” she said, her heart beating faster as she prepared herself to see the damage

“..Okay..” he muttered, grunting and huffing as he adjusted himself in bed, holding onto his stomach as if it would roll away if he moved too carelessly. He rolled onto his back, taking a second to catch his breath, before allowing his gut to spill back out in front of him again, sloshing and gurgling angrily at the sudden movement. Vanessa tensed as she felt his belly rub up against her, sticking out far from the rest of his body

Damien burped and groaned, his face and ears feeling warm, feeling Vanessa’s gaze, and hearing her heart race inside her chest

“O-oh.. wow… You- you must've been.. really hungry..” she said in a quiet tone, awestruck with the sheer size of his gut

“I’ve.. I don't think I've ever seen you this full.. you poor thing, it looks so- tight..” she said, putting a bit of emphasis on that last bit

Damien watched bashfully as she reached her hands out to caress his belly, hearing her struggle to keep her breaths steady

As her hands gingerly rested on the warm, taut surface, another lengthy rumble reverberated against the surface, sending shivers through her fingertips and all throughout her body. Her husband let out a small, needy whine, which was quickly cut off by his own embarrassment

“S-sorry-” he stammered, his face growing redder by the second “I r-URP-eally tried not to wake you.. God, this is so embarrassing..” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands

Vanessa began rubbing her husband's aching belly, trying to stay level-headed, though she was becoming extremely flustered

“You have nothing to apologize for, you can't help it that your appetite gets stronger around this time of the month..”

“I know, but- it's never been this much before.. I don't kn-*ourp-* know what got into me.. I mean.. look at me. I-I’m huge!”

Vanessa turned a bit red at his acknowledgement of his size, trying not to stare too much at his belly as she rubbed her thumbs in gentle circles over the topmost section of the dome

“H-how much did you eat, anyway? I didn't even think it was possible for you to get this big in one sitting-” she asked, letting the question she’d been wanting to ask slip

The werewolf’s eyes widened, embarrassment creeping up on him again

He averted gaze as he spoke “Uhm.. I didn't mean to, but- I-I ate everything in the.. the fridge.. I just couldn't really- stop…” he muttered, his eyes darting for a second to meet Vanessa’s before quickly looking away

Vanessa's breath hitched, feeling her heart nearly leap out of her chest

“...No way..” she whispered, “You mean all this-” She put one hand on each side of his belly “is.. everything we had..? The pasta.. steak.. all our leftovers..e-everything.. you- ate all that..?” She asked, fighting to contain herself as her fingers grabbed a bit tighter onto him subconsciously

Damien gulped, his heart racing “M-mhmm…” he replied, nodding slightly, trembling a bit as her nails grazed his overly-sensetive skin. Blood pumped furiously through his body, something that did not go unnoticed by the vampire

She began trailing her hands along the surface of his belly, feeling every inch of the distended mass, little jolts of electricity running through her as her husband wordlessly whimpered at the sensation, his breaths coming in winded huffs, too full to inhale all the way without feeling like he might burst.

Vanessa became entranced, getting a bit more handsy and exploring more of his underbelly, shifting it slightly to hear the labored gurgles from within. She glided a hand down near the spot where his belly met with his waistband, and felt something she wasn't expecting, the momentary contact eliciting a shuddering moan from her husband. She let out a tiny gasp and withdrew her hand, feeling herself go red as a cherry. The room was dead silent for a few moments as the two of them processed what just happened

“Damien.. a-are you-?”

“I-I’m so sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't know that was still there- I didn't mean-!”

“Nonono- I-it’s ok- really, honey- I just- I didn't expect you to be.. enjoying this, too..”

Damien was about to reply when her last words registered in his head

“Too..? You mean you.. you're into this..??” He asked, with a flustered and surprised expression on his face

Vanessa blushed deeply, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curling up, a bashful smile adorning her face

“I, um, yeah.. hahah- I- I've kind of.. always been into.. this kind of stuff..”

“Whuh?? S-since when??! I-I never noticed-” he trailed off, his mind looking for any signs he might've missed throughout the years they had been together

Vanessa always had these little habits that he could never really understand, always eager to fill up his plate, always making or bringing sweet things for him to eat and cheer him up.. the way she watched him eat whenever he was particularly ravenous.. and how much she loved rubbing her cool hands over his tummy when they cuddled in both his human and wolf form.. even back when it was flat as a board…

So many of the small things he hadn't paid much mind to began to add up, piecing together the puzzle

“Oh.. ohhh.. Oh. My god, how did I not notice sooner, you little sneak.. you've been fattening me up!” He said, a flustered and indignant expression on his face

It was hard to take him seriously when he clearly didn't look as upset as he intended to, his blush and trembling lip giving him away completely

Vanessa held back laughter, flustered as she was caught “I knowww, I'm sorry, you just always seemed so excited for meals, and you always look so content when you're eating, I just wanted to spoil you, it makes me happy to see you enjoying yourself, hon.. You deserve it.. Besides, who's the one asking for thirds at dinner, hmm?” She lightly poked his belly, making Damien huff and blush deeper “You've always had a big appetite, I just.. fed into it a little more.. that's all..” she purred, a cheeky grin forming across her face

Damien was lost for words, unable to stop himself from grinning back at her, his face and ears radiating heat

“Okay, I might’ve enjoyed the extra pampering.. a little..” he said, unable to look her in the eye, feeling the hairs on his neck stand on end as her fangs flashed in a toothy grin in his peripheral. She knew just how to push his buttons, it’s hardly fair at all..

Vanessa grinned widely, squeezing his swollen underbelly, pressing her thumb into him and making his stomach gurgle loudly

“Come on, we both know it was more than a little~” she purred teasingly

Damien yelped and burped, his whole body lighting up with electricity “O-ok-! Yes! I did like it-! I liked it a lot!” He panted as she released him “I.. I just didn't know how I felt.. not until tonight..” he looked down at his stomach, his heart fluttering in his chest

“It feels.. so fucking good… I couldn't stop because- I didn't want to.. I just- wanted to have more.. g-get tighter.. Knowing I could finish all that.. just makes me wonder what it would feel like if I could fit more..” he continued, the words flooding out of his mouth before he could think

“I wanna be good for you- I wanna finish everything you give me.. even if I end up not being able to see my toes, I don't care, being with you makes all that worth it..”

Vanessa’s eyes sparkled, her heart beating wildly in her chest, staring into her husband’s violet eyes

“You.. You’re okay with that? You wanna keep.. ah.. growing..?” she asked timidly, in near disbelief

“I- think so, yeah.. it would be a nice change of pace, I'm still kind of figuring out how I feel about.. this..” he said, gesturing to his gut “But, I wanna see where this goes… a little relationship weight never hurt anybody.. Besides, it's fun seeing you all stirred up like this~” he whispered, smirking

Vanessa stared at him for a moment before practically lunging at him and kissing him, pawing at his distended belly, the two huffing noisily, Vanessa beginning to work her way down from his mouth, to his cheek, his neck, chest, and belly, peppering in a few bites here and there to hear him moan

She planted kisses all over the surface of his belly, nibbling on the white colored happy trail below his navel, feeling a rush as he whimpered needily, her sharp teeth teasing the taut surface

Damien’s hands gripped her shoulders tightly, the werewolf panting heavily and causing his massively bloated gut to expand further with each heaving breath

“I want you as big as this bed.. Just a big, chubby hubby, all for me..” she mused between kisses. All of those urges she kept hidden away over time bubbled to the surface as she whispered sweet nothings to Damien, toying with him the way she'd been wanting to for so long

Damien was in pure bliss, unable to respond other than small moans and delighted whimpers, squirming beneath her

“I think you've earned yourself breakfast in bed, big boy~ Hope you bring your appetite, ‘cause I plan on going all out~”

Damien blushed heavily, his mind growing pleasantly foggy from all the excitement “Hahh- huff.. Do your worst, I'm all yours~”

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