Dialogue prompts- two friends/lovers/what have you are meeting up again after being apart for some time. Character B has gained some weight, which appeals to Character A. They decide to compliment or tease them as follows.
âWow, someoneâs getting big.â
âYouâve really been filling out, havenât you?â
âI see youâve been eating well.â
âHey, youâre putting on weight! Looks good on you.â
âThat sweater looks more snug on you than it used to.â
Which is then met with:
âSounds to me like you appreciate it.â
âCome on, itâs not that noticeable, is it?â
âI know, I know- Iâm absolutely ravishing.â
âIt really has been a while- this isnât new!â
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day 3 of feedist kinktober featuring some art and a snippet of writing (prompt: creepy cookies!)
heâs pissed off because the magical cookies that grow a pumpkin in your belly do exactly the thing he was told they do
âJust for the record,â said Cade, scowling at Lola from his daybed, âI blame you for this.â
âIs that so? Because I seem to remember telling you, verbatim, âby the way, the jack-o-lantern cookies grow a pumpkin inside youâ. You were the one who heard that and ate them anyway.â
âIf it had been one of those little pumpkins, like I was expecting, I wouldnât be so mad. Look at me!â Cade rocked himself forward in an attempt to get up, but was predictably hindered by his extremely round, heavy belly. He sighed and held out a hand wordlessly for them to help him up.
Lola could barely suppress a chuckle as she assisted him. âI donât know. I think youâre pretty cute when you look like youâre a few months along with twins.â
Cade held his hands underneath the place where the pumpkin was weighing heaviest on him. âOof. âA few monthsâ seems generous.â
âWell, I didnât want to risk you getting grumpier by saying âpast dueâ.â He covered his mouth, a spark of mischief in his eyes. âOh, whoops.â
Cade scowled exaggeratedly in a way that Lola knew meant he was trying not to smile. âIâm going to change into something more comfortable to wait out the effect of this thing,â he said stiffly. He made his way out of the room, seemingly trying not to waddle and doing a very poor job at it.
Lola smiled as they watched him go. Part of them felt it was a shame his gut would return to its normal size after a few hours. But for now, at least, they would get to tease him and lavish affection on his sore, stretched stomach. They had a feeling that for all his complaining, Cade got a kick out of this sort of thing. At the very least, they knew he was very receptive to getting attention.
imagine a vampire feeding the person they plan to drink a huge, iron-rich meal to make sure their blood is all the tastier⌠tender meat and potatoes, fragrant and prepared-to-perfection vegetables, bread rolls fresh from the oven, and sweet, sticky strawberry tarts for dessert. after the last crumbs have been cleared away, their guest happy and sated, itâs time for the vampire to have their fill⌠and of course, itâs always good to eat a little something after you give blood as well
thinking about feeding a beautiful tall lady a nice big meal⌠rubbing her tummy as she gets fuller and fuller, telling her what a good job sheâs doing, listening to her sigh in satisfaction as we settle down to cuddle. sheâs well-fed and comfy, and her sleepy smile as she pats her round belly makes her absolutely irresistible
lately Iâve been thinking about aliens with rounded bellies from the clutch of eggs theyâre pregnant with⌠whether theyâre just starting to show with a little potbelly, swollen and heavy at full term, or somewhere in between, eggy aliens are so wonderful
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an idea I had recently that seems appropriate for the season: skinny/slim character goes to their partner or friendâs family home for the holidays, only to be surprised when the family insists they take seconds- theyâre practically wasting away, and plenty of food will help put some meat on those bones! to be polite, they donât turn this down, even when theyâre reaching their limit. the results: a packed, sore belly and a sympathetic friend doing what they can to help
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK STORY. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.
A vampire hunter shows up at a party prepared to slay the vampire host, but finds it more difficult than expected.
(full disclosure: this story doesnât focus on belly kink as much as my other stuff, but itâs still present. hope you enjoy anyway!)
âBradley Givens is a librarian who works the night shift. Heâs been described by people who know him as friendly, scholarly, and handsome. He also happens to be a vampire.â
Lloyd Brewer chewed his lip as he typed up the information his team would need for their little outing that night.
âEvery few months, like every vampire, Bradley will get an irresistible craving for human blood. We know this because heâs been posting online for a couple years about events where a real vampire will feed on you.â He grimaced. To think a killer creature of the night had been menacing innocent, misguided people for so long! It was enough to make you sick⌠though he had to admit, he was a little excited too. As a vampire hunter, heâd had several false starts that were embarrassing to look back on. But tonight, this little vampire party? This would be the one. Heâd bring an end to this monster, and nobody would have to worry about getting their blood sucked in this town again!
Lloyd was feeling slightly less confident upon arriving at the door of a nice-looking two-story house. Luckily several other vampire hunters were with him for backup- a couple of old college pals and a guy heâd met on a vampire information forum. True, none of them had any real experience with vampires either, but there was safety in numbers.
Heâd been expecting a ravenous, snarling monster descending on clueless and terrified partygoers to kill them, but what he found upon arriving was a charming, well-dressed fellow feeding on guests all too eager to give him a taste. The guests themselves came in a wide variety, he noted as he glanced from goths in full makeup to guys in casual dress chatting about a film festival with a middle-aged businesswoman. There was a table covered in plates of delicious-looking food, which partygoers periodically stopped to enjoy.
Lloyd noticed a few people looking nervous or uncomfortable as they approached the vampire Bradley, and watched them, ready to jump in at the moment he struck. The moment never came, though. Bradley seemed perfectly happy to let them decline, directing them to go mingle or try the snacks. It wasnât as though there was any short supply of people willing to give him a sip straight from the source. Lloyd wondered if this many people showed up to all Bradleyâs parties- were they repeat guests? He definitely seemed familiar with some of them. His suspicions were confirmed when he overheard a duo of women gushing over how Bradley had âfilled outâ since a few years ago. The fact that heâd gained that weight from snacking on people didnât seem to bother them, judging from the bandages on their fingers. Lloyd tried to ignore the uninvited thought that Bradleyâs large figure was pretty attractive. That was how they got you.
As the night progressed, he and his fellow hunters kept to themselves. He didnât even sample the food, not trusting it. However, when all the guests willing to be bitten had gotten enough blood drained away, Bradley turned his bright eyes to the many new guests whoâd declined a drink.
âCome now, itâs a party!â he said, grinning at them with his sharp teeth on display. âYou may not have wanted to have me feed from you, but thereâs no reason you canât eat some of this spread! I want all my guests to enjoy themselves.â
Lloyd took a deep breath. It was now or never. He stepped forward, his hand on the holster that concealed his stake.
âActually,â he said, willing his voice not to shake, âIâd enjoy myself more if I could slay you.â
Several guests around his target gasped, but Bradley himself only gave him an easy smile. âReally? Thatâs exciting. Come over, then.â
Lloyd made his way across the floor. Though it was only a few feet to the vampire, the feeling of everyoneâs eyes on him made it feel a lot longer. Bradley made no move to defend himself, sitting prone in his chair with the grace of an aristocrat.
âShall I unbutton my shirt? It will make for easier access,â he said. When Lloyd didnât answer, he began to do just that. Two buttons were open before Lloyd finally found the guts to say something.
âIâd rather do this somewhere we donât have so many people watching,â he said.
A woman beside Bradley began to whisper something in his ear, but he murmured something to her that seemed to put her at ease.
âOf course. Come with me.â And with that, Bradley took his hand and led him upstairs, then down a long hallway. Lloyd began to wish heâd taken along one of his slayer friends. Theyâd come after him if he was gone too long, though⌠wouldnât they?
Bradley opened the door to a room with a large, curtained four-poster bed. It was very clean, with unlit candles in jars and moonlight streaming in through a window. He lay on the bed, exposing his pale collarbone in a way that made Lloyd blush. It wasnât bedroom eyes, he told himself. He was just trying to mess with his head.
Lloyd narrowed his eyes. The only way to win this was to beat the vampire at his own game. âWould you mind taking off your shirt?â he asked. âFor practicalityâs sake.â
âSo polite for someone trying to kill me,â Bradley remarked, undoing the third button. There were soft, dark curls of hair on his broad chest.
âIf I was too cocky, you might get sick of playing with me and decide Iâm perfect for dessert.â
âYou think so?â He undid another button, requiring a bit more attention than the others before it. Lloyd hadnât noticed before, but the shirt looked rather tight around the middle. It must have been all the fresh blood Bradley had drank- and yet, his clothes were spotless, as though he hadnât spilled one drop.
âItâs not hard to tell youâre playing mind games.â
âMind games? Iâve been nothing but courteous to you,â he said calmly, undoing yet another button. âIn fact, Iâd say Iâve gone beyond being a good host.â The last button free, he shrugged off the shirt and placed it beside him on a pillow.
Lloyd stared. No wonder the shirt had looked a little strained. The vampire was so bloated with blood that his round stomach had a slight pink blush. He was a predator after a hunt, full and sleepy and, most of all, vulnerable. He gazed up at him, almost seeming to expect something.
âI donât think good hosts usually eat the guests,â Lloyd shot back, pulling his stake from his holster and advancing on him. He wouldnât let his guard down, not for a minute. He wouldnât be next.
Bradley shrugged. âItâs not as if that was in fine print on the invitation. These people like when I feed from them. As long as my guests leave happy, whatâs the issue?â
âI think we need-â Lloyd thrust out his non-occupied hand, pinning it to Bradleyâs chest â-to get to the heart of the matter.â
There was a brief pause.
âYour hand is warm,â Bradley said.
âI just- canât find a pulse,â Lloyd said, trying not to show his embarrassment. âYour heart is here, right?â
âNo, thatâs my breast. It would still hurt if you stabbed me there, though.â
Lloyd scowled and hoped the blush creeping up his neck wasnât visible. He moved his hand over and readied the stake. He searched the creatureâs eyes for a spark of fear, anger, anything to show that he realized what was about to happen-
And he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
âIs this your first time?â
He blinked.
Those bright eyes were looking at him, not with fear, but with curiosity. Lloyd swallowed, not lowering the stake.
âI⌠yes. Why should that matter?â
âYou seem like youâre the type of person who wants their first slaying to be special.â He didnât make a move to grab for Lloydâs weapon. His hand, pressing gently into his shoulder, felt almost comforting. âIs that right?â
He nodded slowly. âI was so sure tonight was going to be the night. Everything seemed perfect, but now that itâs time to actually do itâŚâ
âYou have performance anxiety?â
Lloyd sighed and finally put the stake down. âI really blew it, I guess.â
âNo,â Bradley said consolingly, patting his hand. âYou did a lot just by coming here! If youâre not comfortable with slaying me tonight, thatâs your choice.â
âAre you sure thatâs not just your instinct to stay alive talking?â
âWell, partially,â he admitted. âBut Iâd still say that even if you werenât bent on putting a stake in me.â He pushed his hair back. âI donât take blood from anyone who isnât ready, either. But you already know that. I saw you watching me all night.â
Lloyd had thought heâd been subtle. He sat on the corner of the bed, brows furrowed in resignation. âI donât know what Iâm going to do,â he said. âEveryone expected me to slay you tonight, but youâre not hurting anyone. I canât.â
Bradley considered this. âYou could go back and say that you put up a hell of a fight, but I got away. I could even tear your clothes a little to really sell it.â
âI feel like they might come to look for you,â Lloyd said. Bradley seemed like he could handle himself, but he didnât want his friends to try and finish the job. âCouldnât you turn into a bat and hide out of sight til we leave?â
âOrdinarily, sure. But at the moment, Iâm so full that itâs not feasible.â He rubbed his belly. âItâs going to take me a while to digest all this.â
âAh. Too bad,â said Lloyd, trying not to imagine how it would feel if he brushed his fingers over that satiated stomach. There were more important things at hand. âMaybe if we-â
The sound of quick footsteps came from down the hall, followed by another pair close behind. The door handle turned. One of Lloydâs friends threw open the door, stake poised at the ready. Their eyes met Lloydâs panicked ones, then traveled to Bradley, lying shirtless and slightly bemused on the bed.
âOh,â they said, and then, dropping their stake, âoh, shit. Sorry.â The woman from earlier caught up to them as they closed the door. Lloyd caught her expression change from concern to relief right before it shut.
They stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Lloyd started to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
âThat couldâve gone worse,â he said. âI know itâs kind of bold to ask this as a party crasher, but can I take a minute before I go face the music?â
âStay as long as you like,â Bradley said. âThis is the most fun Iâve had in a while.â
Lloyd lay on his side along the width of the bed, perpendicular to his new friend. âIs it cool to ask how you became a vampire?â
âSure, but you have to tell me what got you into vampire hunting afterwardsâŚâ
A little while later, they came downstairs together. Bradley had his shirt back on, though he hadnât bothered to button it. Lloydâs friends were gawking at the two of them with various astonished expressions, but he found he didnât really mind.Â
After heâd ushered them out of the house, Bradley gave Lloyd a quick peck on the cheek. âFeel free to come to the next one,â he said. âI always appreciate good company.â
Lloyd squeezed his hand. âI wouldnât miss it for the world.â
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The P.hantom of the P.aradise finally gets something to eat.
The Phantom of the Paradise was about to strike again. While the Juicy Fruits, the band he so detested was out on stage butchering his music, he stole into their dressing room. He had promised Swan that he wouldnât sabotage them anymore, but then Swan had promised him those greasy creeps were old news- and there they were singing backup anyway. Besides, he wasnât intending to do anything lethal at this point, just scare them out of doing the real performance after they finished with the rehearsal. He just needed to find a good place to hide until they came back.
And then, he spotted the platter that had been set on the table. It was large, covered with neatly arranged rows of assorted fruit, cheese, and crackers. The Phantom realized with a start that heâd been so busy rewriting his cantata, heâd barely noticed that he hadnât eaten in⌠how long? It felt like a few days, but that couldnât be right. All the drugs must really be getting to him. No, on second thought, pills were all he could remember having. The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. He was the composer, and Swan couldnât even bother to give him a meal while his little pet projects got snacks and treats whenever they pleased? Well, not this time.Â
He only hesitated for a moment before snatching up a cracker and biting down. It was crisp and salty, and he immediately wanted another. So he took more, and then some cheese. He wasnât sure if the cheese was all that good or if he was just that hungry, but either way he didnât have any desire to stop eating. The crackers were a bit dry, though, so he took a few grapes. They were ripe and red, and had a slightly tart sweetness. From there he sampled the strawberries, the orange slices, and the pineapple. It was all extremely easy to eat, with no overly soft bits spoiling the texture at all. Even the cantaloupe, which he ordinarily didnât care for, tasted just right. The hollow feeling in his stomach was subsiding. He took a little more of everything- the strawberries tasted nice with cheese, he noted. Maybe a few more crackers could be goodâŚ
He heard a commotion outside and darted behind the door, just in case. Two voices were having some sort of argument.Â
â- you realize this makes us both look bad. Swan ainât gonna like this.â He recognized that voice- Swanâs jerk of a talent scout.
âSo what? Iâm here now, arenât I?â That was someone he didnât know- another man, who had a bit of a lisp. Definitely not one of the Juicy Fruits, so maybe he was part of the crew. âLook, the sooner you get off my caseâŚâ
At that point, the two of them had walked out of the Phantomâs earshot. It seemed as though nobody would be coming back any time soon. He looked back at the platter. To his surprise, heâd eaten about half of it before the interruption. Part of him just wanted to leave the rest. Heâd had enough for now. Then again, he did want revenge, and having the Juicy Fruits come back to no food at all would certainly add insult to injury. Besides, who knew when heâd get a chance to eat again?
Heâd expected to slow down a bit, since he wasnât quite as hungry now. But almost as soon as heâd resumed, he wasnât eating it so much as devouring it. Maybe it was the same sort of frenzy he went into when composing. He didnât have any time to think that vague idea through, though. The only part of his mind that wasnât focused on the meal at the moment was working to keep the excess fruit juice from falling onto his costume. After all, he only had one, and he didnât want to ruin it.
It didnât take long for his mind to wander as he ate. The Phantom was very dimly aware that the amount of food heâd polished off had been a snack intended for two people, and he was nearing enough for three. When heâd been W.inslow L.each, the composer, he probably wouldnât have taken more than a handful however hungry heâd been. Of course, back then he would have been free to get something else to tide himself over. Although heâd still been obsessive over his music then, he hadnât been shackled to it, writing on a time limit just for the one person who could still do it justiceâŚ
His stomach groaned, and the Phantom was brought back to reality. The platter was empty. He put his hand below the voice box on his chest. The food had filled his belly enough to bulge out noticeably from underneath his ribs. Though the Phantom was tall, he was also thin as a rail- he had been even before the accident, which being in prison for half a year hadnât exactly helped. He couldnât remember the last time heâd eaten so much, and it showed.Â
Well, he thought, it was no good confronting those sad excuses for musicians now. Not when his stomach felt like it might burst the seams of his leather suit at any moment. Realistically, his clothes were only a little tighter around the middle, but it wasnât exactly a stretchy material. In any case, his need to tend to the uncomfortable fullness outweighed the need to scare them off at the moment.
Stuffed and achy, the Phantom lay on the floor of his room. As he rubbed his tummy, he couldnât help but think that although it hurt, it would have felt worse to go hungry. Probably would have been worse for him in the long run, too, he reasoned. Anyway, what was done was done. The band, and more importantly, Swan, wouldnât discover the missing food for a good while. And even though Swan would absolutely know where it had disappeared to, he couldnât very well do anything about it. It was his own fault, forgetting to feed a glorified prisoner. Now he was paying the price, and after the Phantomâs stomach settled, he would be full and happy. Even imagining Swanâs infuriating calm voice telling him if heâd been hungry, he ought to have said something couldnât get in the way of his satisfaction. It was a small, petty victory, but it was one he didnât regret.
He shut his eyes, smiling for the first time in months. The cantata would definitely be better written after a good meal.