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Gnawing hunger pangs that are broken up by deep, ten second long, growls of hunger~

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When someones stomach growls in the middle of a physical task.
"Awww you're running on empty, huh?"
it's hard to fall asleep on an empty stomach
i just made some bullllshittttt
do yall fw internals? i enjoy them as like a little visualizer for how empty the characters stomach is

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a comic about starve cycles
ft. s.urv1v0r
suuuuper big fan of survival situations when it comes to hunger. something about a character not knowing when their next meal will come hits so different.
spending the entire day foraging for food only to return empty-handed... expending energy and calories that aren't being replenished... trudging back to camp, hunger gnawing away at their insides... wincing at the hollow ache in their middle as their stomach lets out a pitiful moan...
nothing to do but carry on while their body is running on empty...
does anyone see my vision
new evidence just dropped, add it to the list...
figure commission for @spaginithethird of the lovely Irdothan, enjoying a wine as fine as her! com info

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Slow, but relentless inflation is the best. I'm so cocky at first, taking every pump with ease. Minutes go by and I barely have a bump showing, making fun of the inflator like "is this really all that you're doing? I can barely feel the air in me HAHA"
But as time passes, and there's no stopping, that bratty facade starts to fade. What was once overconfidence has now turned into light concern. "Gosh in really starting to balloon out now huh.." "I think if I tried to bend over I would have trouble with this belly in the way."
And there's no stopping either. Mild cramps are rubbed out, but the pumps continue. What's felt like hours of continuous pressure increasing is coming to its final conclusion. The question is if I can hold myself together for as long as the inflator has plans for..
Why did she say that?
For a Meal
When I pricked the tip of my index finger with a needle, a sharp sting ran through it, and a bead of blood began to well up.
Slowly, gradually, it swelled until it was finally large enough to be called a proper drop.
“Liz, what do you think? Can you take it?”
I held my finger close to Liz’s mouth.
Liz gently licked the blood from my fingertip, making sure not to leave even the smallest trace behind.
“Yeah. It looks like I can.”
“I see. That’s good.”
Her answer brought me a little relief.
Grrrggglllle...
A loud rumble came from Liz’s stomach.
“Sorry... I was already starving, but tasting your blood seems to have made me even hungrier... Ugh...”
With a pained expression, Liz rubbed her stomach.
“Then let’s get you fed as soon as possible. I think I’m reaching my limit too.”
I placed a hand over my own stomach. The hollow sensation in the center of my body had grown stronger, as though something were slowly gnawing away at me from the inside.
I started walking, eager to begin Liz’s “meal” as soon as possible.
Then I heard her voice behind me.
“Erika...”
I stopped.
“I’m really sorry...”
There were tears in Liz’s eyes as she apologized. I could not bring myself to look directly at her face.
After all, this was my fault in the first place.
Liz and I had been best friends ever since we were little.
We were always together, and that alone had been more than enough to make us happy.
Even after we grew old enough to be called young women rather than children, even as our relationships with other people began to change, the bond between us remained exactly the same.
I had believed it always would.
If only I had never suggested exploring the old mansion in the nearby forest for the stupidest of reasons: because I wanted to see the normally calm and gentle Liz panic for once.
If only I had noticed the suspicious magic circle on the floor.
If only I had not crept up behind Liz and startled her, just to frighten her a little.
None of this would have happened.
The instant I accidentally knocked Liz into the magic circle, she was enveloped in light.
By the time I realized what had happened, she had become what people would call a vampire.
To make matters worse, perhaps because of some strange quirk in the spell, she could only drink the blood of someone who was starving.
Before we discovered that condition, Liz had been unable to feed at all. The hunger she had suffered during those days must have been unbearable.
Both of Liz’s parents were overseas. We could not rely on any of our other friends.
Most people could not simply go without food for several days for the sake of someone else’s meal.
But I had no choice.
I was the only one who could give Liz her “meal.”
No.
I was the one who had to give it to her.
I was the one who had turned Liz into this.
We took off our clothes and stepped into the bathroom together. Liz always had her “meals” there.
Being naked in front of each other was a little embarrassing, but I did not want blood staining our clothes.
“Liz... You’ve gotten thinner again.”
The words slipped out when I looked at her stomach.
Liz had always had a lovely figure, but her already slender waist had become even narrower since she turned into a vampire. The faint outlines of her ribs and hip bones were beginning to show beneath her skin. It was painful to look at.
Her last “meal” had been ten days ago.
Human standards did not seem to apply perfectly to her anymore, but she had still gone hungry for a very long time.
“You’re one to talk, Erika. Your stomach is completely flat.”
As she spoke, Liz gently touched my belly.
At that exact moment—
Grrrrrrrowl...
My stomach rumbled.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Liz asked. “How many days has it been since you last ate?”
“Hmm... Three days, I think. You can’t drink my blood unless I fast for at least that long, right?”
Unless I went without food for a minimum of three days, Liz’s body rejected my blood.
“Yeah... That’s true. Erika, I’m so sorry...”
“No, don’t worry about it.”
I was about to add, This is the least I can do, when—
Grrrgggllllle... grrrrrrrrowl...
Liz’s stomach let out another desperate rumble.
“Ugh... I don’t think I can hold back anymore... I’m so hungry...”
Clutching her stomach, Liz crouched down.
Grrrgggllllle... grrrowl... grrrrrrrrrooooaaar...
Her empty stomach cried out again, even more fiercely than before.
I hurriedly held out my arm toward her mouth.
“Liz. Here.”
Grrrrrr... gurr-gurr-gurrrrgle... grrrrrrroooowl...
“Go ahead. Hurry and eat. I can’t have my own dinner until you’ve had your meal.”
Liz slowly nodded.
Then she sank her teeth into my arm.
As soon as I saw her drinking the blood from my wrist, I began to feel sick.
I had eaten nothing for three days, and now she was taking my blood as well.
Little by little, I felt the warmth drain from my body.
It was cold.
So cold...
Grrrrgggllllllle...
A stomach growled.
Was it mine?
Or was it Liz’s...?
“Erika! Erika! Stay with me!”
The sound of someone calling my name brought me back to my senses.
It was Liz’s voice.
“Liz...?”
“Erika!? You’re awake? Thank goodness...”
At some point, I had been placed in a bed. I was wearing the pajamas Liz usually slept in.
The sound of Liz’s voice, trembling as though she were about to cry, somehow made me feel a little safer.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I was so terribly hungry that I couldn’t stop myself from drinking... By the time I realized what I was doing, you had already passed out. I thought... I thought you might have died...”
“Liz... Don’t worry about it.”
At my words, Liz gave me a tearful smile.
“By the way, Liz... Has your stomach settled down?”
“Yeah. I finally feel full for the first time in ages.”
As she spoke, Liz rubbed her stomach.
It was true. Her belly looked slightly fuller now.
“I see. That’s good.”
I let out a relieved sigh.
At that very moment—
Grrrrrrrowl... gurrrrgggllle... grrrrrrroooowl...
My stomach rumbled loudly.
“Ugh... I’m starving...”
The hunger was so intense that a groan escaped my lips.
Liz looked at me and spoke gently.
“Erika, now it’s my turn to fill your stomach. I made some food for you ahead of time. I’ll go bring it from the kitchen.”
With that, Liz headed toward the kitchen.
As I watched her leave, my stomach let out another enormous growl, as if it could no longer bear the wait.
GRRRRRGGGLLLLLE... GURR-GURR-GURRRRRRRROWL...
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I'm posting a story I previously wrote in Japanese, translated by AI.
Life goal:
Find a feeder/inflation-spotter who can bring me to the verge of bursting so frequently that in under a year, I’m so stretched out that, in order to barely quell my hunger pains, I need to eat enough in volume to exceed my nutritional needs by four or five times.
~w~
Current Mood:
Want someone to fatten me up so much that my baseline state of existence becomes “Might legitimately burst from pressure if I breathe too deeply,” and I would like them to be doing everything they can to keep me in that state while still fattening me even more. ~w~
You go to sleep every night in a food coma, panting in shallow breaths as angry red stretchmarks crisscross your gut. It’s so full you have to be careful what position you lie down in, lest gravity pull the churning mass of food inside away from you and cause you to split at the seams. Your only releif from the agonizing pressure is the occasional belch, followed by a groan of pain. It’s all you can manage to just lay there and digest, your body struggling to process the countless calories sloshing around within, knowing that tomorrow your body will be even fatter than it is today.
I pat your belly, offering up words of praise as you hiccup and then burp, the movement setting your flabby gut wobbling, and the release of gas doing little to offset how tight you feel. “Such a good catwolf, finishing your meals like that. You don’t care how full you get do you, I just gotta put a plate in front of you and if you can’t bring yourself to eat it, you’ll beg me to feed it to you.”
Sure enough, the destroyed remnants of the feast currently in your belly are scattered across the room. Plates covered in the crumbs of sweets and piles of bones picked clean of meat, the only evidence such food existed aside from the smears on your muzzle and the dense, churning mass in your gut. Another belch and groan is all you can offer in response, too stuffed even for words.
When the food coma eventually drags you to sleep for the night, your belly will still feel fuller than it’s ever been, but that’s nothing new. Every night you go to bed stuffed to an even more obscene level than the night before, and every morning you wake up noticeably fatter. This is your life now, your job is to eat, no matter how full you are or how painful it gets, you eat, you might need some help at the end, but you always finish your meals. Tomorrow you will wake up and have just enough time to feel how much fatter you are, how much softer every bit of you is and how much it all weighs you down before the first plate of many is laid atop your gut and you start to eat on instinct.
You need to eat, you crave that fullness, you’d gulp down fatty food until you burst if I didn’t cut you off every night. Sure you moan and whine about needing more, but once you have a minute to process how full you are you’ll only be able to moan and whine about how stuffed you feel instead. Tomorrow the cycle will repeat, a feast unending, more food, more drink, your belly stretched to its limits every waking hour of the day, no respite from the taunt fullness and the tingling of your paper thin hide, stretched drum tight by your greedy gorging.

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Needs the last part
@heatandapathy you forgot the best part
you are never living this down
godawful post i made when i was 14. let me escape it please god
Never!
NOT EVEN IN DEATH
mm fuck it feels so good to be so big and packed 😵💫 i can’t believe how big she’s gotten 😫 but i need more..