Nom-De-Plume's Tummy-blr

Max prefers smaller prey, but on occasion will indulge in a full sized human ,,

GLaDOS: There are no other humans in this facility. Just you. Therefore, you lack a source of envy of which would trigger the feelings of insecurity in your tiny simple human brain.

(*slight nsfw warning*)

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the front door to cove's beach house opens slowly with a creak as cove herself walks in with a huff. she's come back from her neighbor's yearly sea food boil party, where it always seems like there is an unending supply of seafood. which means... cove couldn't keep track of all the generously filling, spicy and buttery crab meat she ate the entire 4 hours she was there.

cove slowly makes her way to her room and sets her stuff down by her bed. she goes through her routine of immediately stripping into comfier clothes. only this time, her shirt seems harder to get off.. a soft burble can be heard from her stomach, finally making cove look at what she's done to herself.

she looks down and notices she can't seem to find her feet, as they're now covered up by her rounded out middle. she lets out a soft gasp and whines, "ohhh mannn..." she can't believe how her smaller frame is holding any of the food packed inside her gut currently.

she continues to get her pjs on. panties and a white, sheer coverup top. why not? she's got her own private beach, not like anyone would see her in this pitiful state.

cove grunts as she opens the slide door to her backyard (can you even call it a backyard?), where the white sand and clear blue waves greet her. she sinks into her beach lounge chair, belly up and bloated to her max capacity.

the ocean breeze brushes against her middle, making it rumble gently. cove's hand involuntarily moves to the middle of her stomach, she closes her eyes, "so... full.."

the waves of cramps begin to roll through cove's stomach now, making her wince and squirm in the lounge chair. her stomach groaning and practically creaking, the spices and liquidy butter stir up inside her like a storm.

"too... f-full.." she grunts and throws her head back as a roar rips through her stomach loudly.

the noises from both her and her stomach get louder and more desperate as now everything inside has turned to an upset mess...

"rub..." she moans, "need to rub...nghnn~" she looks next to her and in the sand is the tanning oil she used the other day. she grabs the bottle, pops the top open and drizzles the brown oil onto her full, grumbling gut. cove watches with her eyebrows furrowed in awe as her stomach begins to glisten in the nice uv rays of the sun.

she puts the oil down and slowly makes her hands grip the sides of her taut stomach. she begins to rub the tanning oil onto her stomach, each push and rub making loud, sick churns. causing a few whimpers to slip out cove's lips...

"n-no more room inside you..." she pants, "fuck, all this seafood boil is roaring inside my g-gut...hnggh.."

the spice from the food makes her stomach tingle and warm as it churns away harshly. behind her bellybutton pulses as the pressure builds up, between gas and slop. as she rubs the tanning oil more, she slips a hand under her lower stomach. as it emits a long, deep groan she feels it vibrate under her palm. she moves her index and middle finger up just below her bellybutton and rubs deep, small circles into the area. her stomach let out loud, bubbly gurgles, making her moan a little too loudly at the releases...

"s-shit... i-i'm..." she tries to get out through whines, "i'm too f-full and- ngghhh! it's so angry with me... f-fuck, my belly~"

with her eyes widened and jaw dropped, a bubbly, harsh growl leaves her poor stomach, making her see stars and squeeze her thighs together.

the ocean waves calmly crashed in front of her and the breeze kisses the sides of her steaming stomach. she grips the sides of her lounge chair, legs shaking while being a whimpering mess. she feels everything brew hard in her lower belly. the swell of her stomach pulses of bubbles and sloshy pressure. each movement in the chair causes the mess inside to glorp loudly.

"i think- the bathroom... i-is in dire need real soon..." she says to herself through a moan. cove attempts to turn and get up from the chair, but between the sun in her eyes and the immense weight of her stomach, there's just no way she's getting up for an emergency...

she took herself to the busy seafood restaurant just outside her hotel. the restaurant sits right on the beach so theres easy access to the sand water right after your meal.

“2 of your best seafood boils please,” she orders. the waitress looks around the table, expecting to see more people with the lonesome girl.

“are we.. waiting on the others to arrive?”

“just me, darling,” she replies with a grin. she leans back, poking her empty, flat belly out and pats it, “need to get her all filled up for the evening. she’s begging~” she winks. the waitress blushes and nods.

finally, her order arrives. juicy crabs and more awaiting her. she finishes the meal just in time for the majority of people to leave the beach.

her boobs are practically pushed up from the swell of her now overly-stuffed stomach. her bikini top strains slightly against her breasts and her bikini bottoms begin to hug her waist and ass a little tighter.

“mmm,” she moans, “nice and tight.” she pays and heads down to the beach.

each unbalanced step among the sand sloshes her stomach around. both hands hold her belly as it sloshes around. her boobs bounces atop her swollen middle. she gasps with each step that sends a slight ache throughout her middle.

she finds a lonesome beach chair in front of the water. perfect.. all for her and no one around.

she sits down in the chair with a small huff. her stomach glorps from the force. she juts her filled middle out with no shame and adjusts her bikini top.

she watches the waves roll by and soaks in the breeze.

a few minutes of peace go by when…

GRRRRRROOOAAANNNN

her stomach begins to digest hard and loud. she slaps a hand on the top of her stomach. it roars in return. now, its an ongoing symphony of long, bubbly churns, glorps and rumbling.

“mmmhhh~” she whines, “yesss… mmm… churn away…” she begs softly.

she jiggles the sides of her swell of a belly slightly, awe in her face and biting her lip. it aggressively grumbles long, making her squirm in the beach chair.

“fuck yes… churn and rumble and let everyone hear just how full i am..”

she rubs deep circles around her middle, coaxing deeper rumbles from her harshly digesting stomach. she gropes her breast as groans pour out of her belly.

at my desk and i have them standing next to me, stomach a little close to my ear as they read paperwork with me. i notice their top is a little tighter than usual and straining. their stomach is quite full and bloated.. yet they don’t say anything

im in the middle of reading a paragraph on the paper when a the sound of a low rumble fills my ear. my secretary gasps and their hands grab the sides of their belly.

“s-so sorry.. my belly u-um..” they quickly say, cheeks red, “i may have over-indulged on accident during break not too l-long ago..”

their full stomach erupts a long rumble and i turn my head to face to face with it.

“can’t really hide that can you, huh?” i say, “didn’t know you had quite the appetite. and the talkative stomach as well”

they take a small step back, as if trying not to keep their concoction in their stuffed middle too close to my ear.

“woah now,” i gently pull them back, “i’d like to hear just how much you’ve stuffed yourself on your well deserved break now”

i pull them close enough to where their stomach is squished against my ear. loud churns, deep continuing rumbles and gurgles play like a movie in my ear. i smirk as they blush harder, covering their face. one hand gripping the side of their stomach. they push slightly into their belly to tease out sounds in my ear

“how about you read this paragraph out to me?”

they shyly lean over the desk to start reading. they grunt and moan softly with each harsh growl that rolls out of their belly. they stutter as the sound of their stomach almost drowns out their reading. everything digests loudly inside..

GLaDOS: There are no other humans in this facility. Just you. Therefore, you lack a source of envy of which would trigger the feelings of insecurity in your tiny simple human brain.

Toriel munched on a little hamburger over in the corner of the restaurant. Or, y'know, a "little hamburger" to someone her size. She'd probably eaten a good 10 of them, and she wasn't really full. They were fine, though. Decently delicious. She had no idea why....

A deep blush went over her cheeks as she felt a heated burst of gas silently escaping her in a long fart. She quickly got up and excused herself. Several minutes later, the resteraunt had to be evacuated due to noxious, unbreathable fumes that mysteriously originated as if from nowhere... Toriel never went back. Worse gas than some of the monsters she's eaten.