#hyper stuffing

Anonymous Commission March 2026

Commission for Anon featuring one of my way old OC's, haha. I hope you like it, thanks so much for commissioning me!

“I wish that every single human being would always have more than enough food to eat and for no one to ever feel hungry again.”

At first it was fine. World hunger ended in an instant. But before too long a problem became apparent. No one could stop eating. The wish had been clear, an endless abundance of food for every single person on earth, magically appearing the second anyone desired it. But the second part of the wish was the wrench in the plan. To ensure that no one ever felt so much as a pang of hunger, the wish’s world altering magic pushed them to take advantage of their endless food supply. It was impossible to be hungry when you were always mindlessly stuffing down bigger and bigger portions of increasingly delicious decadent and fattening foods after all. Really, you couldn’t imagine your wish working any better.

At first, the second part of the wish, that was a magical, special condition that wasn't in the original plans, wasn't really showing. After all, people had a lot of food to work with, and when I made the wish, I was especially looking at people who absolutely needed it, not at those who already stuffed their faces on the daily.

Though eventually, little by little, that secondary effect was starting to become more noticeable, people were eating more than needed. Their stomachs were, initially, limited by how much food they could take, and how long their digestion process would take, keeping them full for quite a while even after eating. As everything progressed, their stomachs didn't just become capable of handling much larger quantities of food, it was also digesting everything at a faster rate.

And that's what triggered the magic wish - if someone had just eaten, but they were already digesting their food, and after a single minute, they were no longer full - they had to be a little bit hungry. Perhaps not hungry enough for even their subconscious to feel it, but the tiniest of hungers was always noticeable for this magic wish - and people would proceed to eat more.

Stuffing your face became second nature in this new world devoid of any hunger, even the slightest, tiniest, most microscopic trace of hunger. Some people were even eating in their sleep at this point, so eating became a full time, day long activity, where most would be stuffing their faces 24/7, especially the biggest. Considering the sheer amount of delicious food, and just how much everyone was eating, it was no surprise that many had surpassed multiple tons in weight, and were essentially gigantic fat blobs that needed to be constantly full, where all the smarts in their brain and energy in their bodies was used to simply keep eating.

She was already chubby, and she knew I loved grabbing her cute pudgy belly already when we were together at home. She even told me that she'd probably gain some weight after marriage, wanting to have a real mombod, and thinking her lifestyle would change. Not necessarily in what she'd be doing, but more so in how she'd be feeling - happier, and more eager to give in to indulgences.

I always looked forward to those promises of hers, and eventually we did get married! She looked beautiful, and the dress did well to accentuate her natural curves too. I was so happy for our moment together, that her decision to take care of catering didn't even make me think twice. I agreed, obviously, and only when I saw the sheer amount of food she got, did I finally connect the dots. I knew she wanted to gain weight, and that she had a huge appetite she often held back, but all of THAT, just for her?? That was...A LOT, a LOT more than I expected...

"A piece? Of course, darling...I didn't think you were going to eat this much. Are you sure you didn't overdo it, and are you sure the guests have enough for them? There's no cake on the other side, and they might get upset?..." She chuckled and shrugged. "I need all of this for myself, honey. Besides, this is OUR moment, not theirs, so if they get mad, it's their problem!" This might seem selfish from her, and I already had received a complaint from a family member who told me 'the cake was a lie' and had to eat a bit of bread and water like the others, but maybe I'd sneak them some treats later. When she's busy eating, she won't notice a few slices missing...

Though only a few...because I do want to see where this goes. As my new wife devours everything in front of her, at a monstrously fast pace, her dress starts to tear at the seams, unable to contain the rapid weight gain she is experiencing, and the sheer bloated size of her round gut. Her hips burst out before her belly does, really giving her that mombod look she wanted so much. I even help feed her - and only when I'm feeding her does she eat more slowly, probably to take in the romantic moment and enjoy it alongside the delicious meal. These weren't just any cakes, they were expensive ones, and seemingly quite fattening ones too. There was plenty of wine, fries, gravy, steaks, so a lot of meaty and salty food to enjoy too! She would try one of everything, even if the cake clearly was her favorite.

I'd cheer her on, as her ass broke her chair and she now sat on the floor, well cushioned by a couch sized booty, an enormous elephantine belly and massive breasts that, combined with her belly, would block her front view completely. That's when I could take the opportunity to give the other guests a bit of food.

Though shockingly, she did notice. "Honey, why is there a missing steak? And a few missing slices too?"

I could try to feign confusion, but that might only work temporarily, and if she presses on, I'll have to either make an excuse, or promise her something else in return...

It's just a few kgs, not that much weight... and it tastes so good, and is so juicy and filling, definitely not what I expected from an apple!

I'll just take a few more bites...

Even as my clothes get tighter and tighter and it's obvious I should stop, even as my weight as almost doubled already, I finish the apple, and with a loud, excited burp, I go to those overproductive trees, and grab at least one hundred more of these apples.

I figured what's for dinner~ Let's hope this magic hits me exponentially, I changed my mind about a few bites, about a few kgs... I want ALL of the weight. Literally.

Pressure turned to pleasure, a perfect example of eating to your heart's content and to your own delight, even if it was way too much, more than you thought your body - or ANY body - could handle, that everyone seemed to dislike it at first. The incessant feeding, constant growing, the stuffed bellies swelled with pies and with blubber as the girls rapidly expanded, their minds changing with every bite.

It's been long since they became immobile, and ripped through every little strain of fabric they once wore on their formerly small bodies, but now they could feel each other's stuffed fat pressed against them, the constant rubbing while still eating and growing fatter was just too much, feeling like they could burst at any moment, and they did - in a way, reaching extremely pleasurable orgasms from the overeating, before entering some form of food coma.

Though the sleeping didn't stop the hostess from feeding them, even if she was finding it necessary to use hoses instead of giving them proper pies now, as they needed food quicker, they needed more fattening meals, and some were half asleep, recovering from their orgasmic bliss.

It all started with some of them trying to claim dominance through a pie eating contest, some of them showing off their curves, and it ended with all of them full to the brim with millions of tons of food that would stretch out any pocket dimension, and would have already destroyed the speck of dust that was the sorority building, were it not for the special in-room dimension mentioned above.

It seemed this was the way we found out her favorite snack of all time was...marshmallows! And the Chubby Bunny challenge was her weird, ditzy way of her mind processing her unconscious mind's desires for eating (or swallowing) said marshmallows. She was basically using the competition as an excuse to keep going, and I wasn't going to stop, seeing how big her belly was getting already from all this marshmallow stuffing.

In fact, as she went through bag after bag, it only seemed like her capacity for shoving more marshmallows in her mouth increased, somehow, and her belly was looking more and more like a huge, pale, beautiful, soft, plush marshmallow, too! I didn't hesitate to ask if she wanted belly rubs, and she happily nodded with her usual bubbly demeanor, saying they felt nice and that I was cute for suggesting to do it.

Her belly felt even better than I expected, and despite a hint of softness, it was also a bit firm, since it was packed to the brim with bag after bag of marshmallows. Once the bags were all emptied out, with her gut being completely full, resting on the table like a mighty sphere as heavy as the rest of her body, she got up slowly and proclaimed. "Time to get more marshmallows! This challenge is totes not done! I will win! Let's go shopping?" She asked me with a giggle...she really wanted to go to the store again, to buy every single bag of marshmallows in stock...all while her massive belly was on full display? Maybe we could find a dress or something that'd cover it, but even the longest dresses would struggle, and she'd need to wear pants with it, too...

Though she seemed unbothered about being seen carrying such a giant gut! Several bags before, it might have been on the verge of still passing as a pregnancy, but now it was too big for that, unless she said she was having 10 at once.

Her crew was always chosen due to their impressive efficiency and the velocity of their work. They would not just leave the area clean, which would in turn make things much easier for the construction teams that would take over the area next, but they were also very fast at what they did, which was impressive considering the aforementioned skill. They must have been masters of this craft... though their methods were very unconventional.

Their boss was mainly who did the work, with other workers only helping feed - that's right - feed her so that she could eat everything quickly. She would simply repurpose entire buildings as meals, and this skyscraper was next. No wrecking balls needed, and her belly was already fatter than one as is, so she would simply take down the building one giant chomp at a time. Any 'crumbs' of rocks or metal left that she hadn't eaten, her crew would grab and feed it to her so that she didn't miss a thing. Just a few floors were enough to bloat her tremendously, but her appetite for her duty were tremendous, her tank-like stomach handling all the heavy materials inside it, things that should be inedible for almost all people, simply getting turned into soup inside her guts, getting digested into even more incredulous amounts of blubber.

She was a landwhale before but now she was more like a straight up whale in size, nothing more nothing less, as the skyscraper had been eaten like it was some kind of really tall bread stick. She licked her lips, asking her crew if there was more. Commanding them to double check, triple check the area, to see if there was any bit of rubble she missed. When they did that, and confirmed there was no more to eat, she'd pout slightly.

"I thought a skyscraper would be a bit more...URP...filling than this. Oh well. My belly is mostly satisfied. Another job well done, great work team~" She told them while proudly slapping the very few inches she could reach of her monumental, colossal belly.

She made sure someone else on the team made the call to certify work was done, since she'd be interrupted with the occasional burping and even moaning after such a gigantic meal. Now she wanted to rest, fully digest anything that remained inside her stomach, and then plan what building she'd work on devouring next week...

That's the neat part! You don't.

She's never satiated or satisfied no matter how much she eats. She just decides she'll pause her eating, or growing to obscene paradoxical proportions for the time being.

Her growth, somehow, accumulates, as does her hunger, arousal...everything that she decides to suppress accumulates while it's on 'pause'. It doesn't mean that she'll necessarily have to eat several times more the next time, but it means that she has the potential for a MUCH faster growth the next time, if she decides to use up all that stored power. It doesn't multiply, but it instead goes exponential with her already limitless growth capabilities.

--Oh right, Thanksgiving.

Well, while Para doesn't celebrate it since she's not American, she has friends that do celebrate it, and would only make the mistake of inviting her over for Thanksgiving parties once, a mistake for quite obvious reasons. It's hard to be good hosts for someone who can't be satisfied no matter how many whole turkeys she'd have, to put it simply~