Eat Up

You are a dog and you want to be a Good Dog, so there you are on the floor in the kitchen waiting for your final treat after a day of eating and eating and eating til your belly swells and aches, so that you can finally get your release

The bowl slides in front of you

It's filled with half a large brownie, diced into perfectly edible chunks, it almost looks like kibble. Your owner pours a bit of heavy cream around them so they're a little easier to lap up and tells you to dig in if you want your reward

So you do

And you growl and moan and whine as you try so hard to finish it all despite how full you are, how much your belly is protesting every chew and swallow. But if you stop eating then you are a Bad Dog and you get a swift strike of the crop to your ass, and of course you want to be a Good Dog, you are a Good Dog right? So better to just eat up

You're so close to being done

Cream and crumbs stain your face, your brain has completely quit on telling you to stop. You're all mouth and belly at work now. "Just four more bites," your owner whispers. You feel a rush of power in you, a need to impress... to contradict them in a way that won't get you spanked. "Less," you growl and swiftly finish the remaining chunks in two big bites

It's done

this belly brought to you by copious amounts of ice cream and 🍃🐽

belt audibly stretching when bending over

belt being difficult to unbuckle while being too full

belt right underneath a belly so that it makes it look rounder

belt that's slightly too tight and imprints red marks around a belly

belt notches being used to track weight gain, or a belly's expansion during a stuffing

belt snapping open not being able to take the pressure anymore

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Oops 🤭

Another 3 months have passed.

It's so true, vampires need to feed much more than people realise. Their blood lust is insatiable, and it manifests as a deep, desperate hunger that almost overwhelms them.

See, if a vampire has a favourite blood bag, they don't want to drain them completely. Sure it would be good in the moment, but then that delectable flavour is gone forever.

No, they need a few hand picked pets, chosen for their taste and docile, pliable nature. Then they need to feed them up, keep them strong and hearty. The bigger the body, the more blood they can gulp down.

Imagine a vampire at the head of a banquet table laid with a lavish feast. Their hand picked humans lounge on cushions, stuffing their faces, fat bodies draped in robes that expose endless swathes of doughy flesh. Slowly, the vampire starts moving down the table, sampling their own buffet. A few deep swallows from the shoulder here. A well placed bite to the rush that sprays a scarlet fountain down their throat.

As they feed, each human moans at the pleasure and the pain, their faces growing even more glazed and the blood leaves their brains and they are reduced to their most simple instincts. As soon as the vampire is done feeding they fall back on the food even more ravenous.

By the time the vampire reaches the end of the table the buttons on their fine silk shirt are straining against their bloated gut. But, they saved the best to last. Their sweetest little pet, fed only on rich and creamy desserts and sugary fancies. It's hard to control themselves when the blood tastes his good, but the vampire is already so full it aches. Still, they drink deep from their little pastry plaything, savouring each indulgent mouthful.