stuffed with fluff

No Thats My Kink

That’s what I thought.

You Have To Ask Nicely If You Want To Eat Me I Mean It

Oh, of course.

This Was Me

I’m interested in both of these things.

i still cant believe doc is only 300 pounds

      After an odd dream, Tyler really started stuffing himself for Satsuki that day. Probably went a little overboard, but if he could keep it all down it was most certainly going to let him grow even further afterwards. He knew exactly what he wanted now. “ Oh god . . . I think I need to slow down again . . . “

Xirilith chuckles hearing whines and moans from the other. Good~ This means that their nails are doing their job as they rake them along the other’s stomach even more. They had heard somewhere that this should help with the spell but they didn’t hear about it being pleasurable for the other party. What a pleasant surprise~ 

“ I-Is this~ooooh~necessary? “

Just by standing up as she did, it must have been clear that Satsuki had an almost unnatural strength to her.  Yet that seemed so trivial compared to her next course of action.  It was as if Wonderboy’s personal condition was contagious, as those hands that gripped him and pulled him close seemed to work with her flabby arms to lift him up.

There was clearly struggle to it, that shouldn’t be ignored, but it was only enough to be apparent and drive home the fact just how fat Tyler was now.  His weight drooped off him and towards the floor as she lifted him.  He was rendered round enough to be helpless, ignoring whatever effect his weight may have had.

“You’re too cute, Wonderboy…”

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As Tyler was crammed into the tight space of Satsuki’s stomach, along with the rest of the food inside, he could feel her body start to digest him preparing to add himself onto her own layers of fat.

And that’s when he shot up.

“ AAAAAAH!! “

Tyler sat up quickly in his bed, his covers drooping down from his torso as he woke up quickly in a sweat. His body was normal, just as he had went to bed as. It seemed all that was merely a dream influenced on him by a particularly large dinner last night.

Looking down, he pinched a bit of the chub he’d be developing before noticing something. Pulling away his covers, Tyler started down at his member under his briefs, which was extremely hard at the moment. Honestly, he was kinda disappointed with himself but he couldn’t deny there was something about that dream that . . . intrigued him.

DIstracting him from that, he felt his stomach give off a low grumble that was becoming all to familiar in that dream, which for some reason caused him to smile. Getting out of bed, Tyler quickly got dressed as he left his room.

“ I don’t think so~ “ 

Oh they know what that means. Despite their eyes being covered Xirilith can clearly see the pleasure hitting the other along with that soft moan. That just sounds more like they need to bother them even more! 

Xirilith rakes their nails along the other’s stomach even more with a soft purr leaving them.

“ Ah~ah~! “

He whined as Xir pulled their nails across the skin of his body, softening the inside of his body ever so slightly every time she did. Why did this feel so good, it was horrifying! Was this some weird effect of her spell?

Satsuki was proud of Tyler’s progress today.  Of course, there are few that wouldn’t have been impressed by the total and complete transformation that he had undergone.  But that wasn’t the end of it.  No, he was finally ready.  She smiled down at him, seeing the way his mouth now stood agape, ready for the syrup.

How cute.

She started to pour, but she didn’t necessarily aim for his mouth.  A lot of it of course did go straight down Tyler’s gullet, and of course it would have the predictable effect.  Yet Satsuki was (at first glance) clumsy.  It dribbled over his face, down his shoulder and backrolls, over his large moobs, between and cascading over the many rolls that made his now nearly bloblike body until finally… It was empty.

She dropped the pitcher.  She had to take a moment to admire her handiwork, stepping closer to him, the table (practically emptied) either disappearing or breaking as she did so.  She could scarcely reach over herself to reach him, but she managed it somehow, squishing his soft, sticky body in her hands.

Once more, she licked her lips.  Staring at him.

A soft moan escaped his mouth slightly as he held it open, his tongue out to catch more of the syrup as it dripped into his mouth, his body steadily plumping just a little more as she poured.

Tyler did notice that most of it was driping all over him though, slowly dripping from his mouth and chin. Though some more of it seemed deliberate as she poured it over his plump breasts and massive gut. It was almost like she was preparing him for . . . a meal.

As the pitcher emptied, being dropped from Satsuki’s pudgy hands, Tyler slowly looked up to her. As she stepped closer, he stepped back and despite the table having mysteriously disappeared he hit something, causing him to lean back helplessly as Satsuki stood over him as she grabbed at his sticky syrup covered body. His breath was heavy, even more so as he saw her once again lick her lips, she was staring at him like she did whenever she walked into the dining room for a meal.

“ Come on, Spud, you know what’s happening ~” 

Making sure the word ‘spud’ is as heavy as anything to hint on whats happening. They might even drool a little as the smell is starting to hit them as well. Unable to keep their hands off the other as their nails trail against the other’s swollen middle changing colors and possibly flavors. 

As Xir dragged their nails across his his gut, there was a weird surge of pleasure as Artie softly moaned at the odd feeling given the new textures of his body. He’d become a potato boy, though he was definitely raw. For now, his body was at least a little similar to his original, but who knows how that would change.

Satsuki smirked once Tyler was finally (basically) free of his pants.  She could clearly see just how aroused he was by all of this.  Which was a good thing.  She felt the same way as well.  He just kept on growing.  He was almost becoming comically round at this point.  Stuffed to the gills, but he could keep eating too. 

Every bit of what he ate would just become more fat hanging and bulging from his form.  She was confident in this.  Her belly gurgled.  She put a hand on it almost as if to keep it at bay, as if it were giving an agitated roar for something.

Of course, it was.  But she was willing to be patient.  She had been so patient up to this point.  She saw no reason to rush now, especially when it was going to get exponentially better each second she hesitated.

Tyler was only going to get fatter.  His face rounder and softer, his stature wider and heavier, belly larger.  Time passed slowly but it seemed to blur at points, Satsuki only maintaining that same interested gaze until finally she cleared her throat.

“Are you feeling thirsty, Wonderboy?”  She had risen up to stand at some indeterminate point.  How it went unnoticed was impossible to explain.  She still bore that heavy, silver pitcher.

As Tyler put down what had to be about his tenth carton of milk, he saw Satsuki once against standing over him. He almost choked on his drink as she did, turning to face her. At this point, he’d become so rotund that turning brushed his gut against her own which led to a small whine from him which only made his face redden in embarassment.

((I’m still not *turned on* per se by full-body, or popping, or even vore tbh. But you make them rly fun to play anyway

For the first time it seemed as if Satsuki was literally spacing out on Tyler just a little bit.  Staring down at him, her panting clearly a little audible from the sheer act of just standing there like she was.  She was only remaining in this position because it was the best way for her to look at him.  To assess him.  He was almost ready… Almost…

“…You’re right…  Let’s get back to the meal…”

She kept a fat hand at his shoulder as she once again lowered herself down to a seated position.  The sofa beneath her giving a loud groan and squeak as it struggled and gasped beneath her immense weight.  Giving a sigh as she was finally down again, she shoved a few platters almost indiscriminately in Tyler’s direction, encouraging him to dig in.

Rather than eat much if at all on this resumed round of gorging, Satsuki would watch this time, cradling close to her another silver pitcher.  It was larger than the last one, but some of the residue around is lips revealed that it held much the same substance as before.  It was as if she were saving it for something.  Preferring rather to measure Tyler’s progress.

Something really seemed off about Satsuki today. She didn’t usually space out like that, she was always very in the moment. As she sat back down though, everything seemed to be fine especially with the way she pushed more food towards him though it seemed odd she didn’t eat herself even with her stomach grumbling like that.

Tyler didn’t sit back down himself as Satsuki seemed to enjoy watching him expand across the table. Picking up a tray, he rested it slightly on his gut while hold it with one hand, once again stuffing himself with breakfast foods and juice.

His hips widened, his gut spreading out across his body more as they did as he not only grew outwards but in width as well. The added girth was starting to lift his arms a bit, not really able to hold them straight to his side instead curved along his, well, curves. Of course, his pants were suffering as well still, eventually splitting completely as his dark thighs ripped them straight from his body leaving him as he was when she woke him up, although this time his briefs looked more like a speedo more than underwear with how much weight hes gained.