We Serve Food Here, Sir.

sooo apparently if you consume any piece of an extremely bitter cucumber it'll mess you up and i didn't know until today when my boyfriend and i accidentally ate some with our poke and had to google what it means if a cucumber tastes like perfume if it was also rat poison riddled with asbestos and it was manufactured and bestowed to you by the most decrepit looking cave-dwelling troll with long crusty witch fingers that he used to stir the concoction to an atrocious blend while scratching his hairy troll ass. and maybe fingered it a little too. anyways deeply regret please don't do this you'll die and explode probably. and your wig will fly off your head so if you live you'll be so so bald and so you might as well die anyways

i have too many drawing ideas for whumpy stuffing scenarios to share but my job is beating my ass

i have a cute art style, i think

i'm so weak to hungry -> stuffing scenarios where the stomach is vocal throughout the entire process it's like mouthing off its grievances first about not being fed to actual whining about having to work to digest so much food. even better if there is a caretaker/partner/friend who is receptive to these complaints and tries to comfort correspondingly, providing food/rubs all while verbally acknowledging the sounds of a very dissatisfied tummy. like "wow, sounds like it's been a minute since you ate" to "aww, maybe it was a little too much for you" gets me all sorts of fucked up

i'm about to do something really brave