#liquid bloating

Gosh you can tell I was so full in this one cause i was struggling to slosh the contents of my belly around (╥﹏╥).

thinking about it getting to a point where she’s so desperate, squirming and pressing her soft thighs together to stop it from all gushing out before i give the command. she’d try her damn best to be a good, obedient puppy for me. and she’d also love to put on a little show.

imagining the little noises she’d make if i pressed on her bladder, pushing her ever closer to just letting go and soaking herself.

after a whole day, i’d finally let her pee, but only if she stands in the shower and lets me watch her drench her jeans.

even if it doesn't work out well that means more liquids in my bladder lol

Then he looks up at whoever is with him like 🥺

Awww poor little critter. I think he has a chronic case of "eyes bigger than his stomach". He ends up wayyy too full a little too often.

I think... when Storm first shows up. Pet's stomach literally *growls* with how bad he wants to feed on that big ghoul. He can smell how rich it is, hear his mighty heart thumping in his chest when he gets too close. Maybe its even a fantasy of his to feed off both him and Haze in one night, getting completely gorged like a little tick on the tall pair of ghouls' blood...

He lets it slip in the heat of love-making one night, sitting Storm's lap while Haze leans over his shoulder, jerking him off. He presses his nose into her lithe neck, mumbling senselessly about "how good she would taste". How good "hers would taste mixed with his"... She almost thinks he means her pussy until he mouths at her jugular. Of course, her little bat means her blood lol.

She arranges it with Storm. They have a lovely, iron rich, red meat heavy dinner with V, pointedly not giving him any as to not ruin his appetite. He watches with a half chub already eagerly straining his pants. Just the smell of the rare steaks alone is enough to get his belly rumbling with anticipation. He sits in a chair across from the two, breathing heavily and *staring* with that same intensity he has a habit of staring with, as the bites of meat enter their fanged mouths. They even tease the poor vamp by feeding eachother a few bites.

Finally they let him have his turn. They walk him to his room, all 3 sitting on the ornate bed. He starts with Haze, the smaller of the two, even if she is still taller than Pet by a few inches. He allows himself time to smell her, his cute, rounded nose prodding against her jaw bone and inhaling. The red meat made her blood smell downright intoxicating. He lets out a breath against her neck in warning before digging his fangs in, gulping and moaning, loudly slurping. Such a messy little eater~. Storm is holding Hazes hand, whispering to Perpetua how good he's doing.

"Doesn't she taste wonderful? Drink your fill, Papa. You must be starving."

By the time he's finished with her, he's already quite full. His nice, ruffled black shirt is already straining. He's panting, wet burps gurgling up his throat interrupting his labored breaths. Haze is rubbing his belly, head spinning from lack of blood as she joins Storm in praising him. Storm....

Perpetua, despite his already blood drunk state, knows this will be an uphill battle. He's just so *big*. Haze was a tall enough woman to be a full meal on her own. But Storm was even taller, and just bigger in general. Perpetua whimpers, eyes drooping as he joins Haze's hand in rubbing his belly.

Storm clicks his tongue, "Full already? he teases.

He scoots closer to Perpetua, gently pulling him into his lap to get him closer to his neck. Pet's tummy growls. His vampiric appetite was insatiable, even if his capacity couldn't match it. Part of the curse, being so greedy and gluttonous even if your human organs couldn't take it.

Almost like he's hypnotized, V grabs Storm's big hand in his and licks a stripe up Storm's wrist, feeling his pulse thud against his tongue. Storm hums his approval.

"Good boy. Such a greedy little bat." Haze says from behind Storm. She's rubbing his back, leaning over and watching, towel pressed firmly against her neck.

Perpetua needs very little encouragement. He chomps down on Storm's wrist, Storm sucks air between his teeth in a hiss, but doesn't pull away. Perpetua drinks with the same messy enthusiasm as he did with Haze, swallowing loudly and moaning between gulps. Storm keeps his free hand supporting Perpetua's rounded belly. He can feel it growing more and more as his fingers go numb, blood draining from his body, pumped right into his Papa's bloating stomach.

It grows impossibly large for his small frame, a jarring, spherical mass sticking out from between his boney ribs and pelvis. The buttons on his fancy shirt pop off one by one. Haze coos with delight after every one of them. He pulls off of Storm's wrist with a dramatic gasp, leaning as far back as he could against his headboard to give his way overfed belly some room.

He's taking shallow, strained breaths, hand glued to his stomach like its the only thing keeping him from popping. There's a furious blush starting at the crest where it's straining the most. He has never been so full in his entire *life*. He glances down at his stretched belly. He looks overdue with twins.

The ghouls sit to either side of him, kissing his cheeks and rubbing his gravid stomach. Whispering praise in his ears that makes him whine.

His own hands join theirs in the relieving massage. He grabs both sides of the bulging mass under him. He presses gingerly, afraid he'll burst if he does it too hard, and dislodges a loud, *long* belch. It goes on for several seconds, Haze patting his belly and Storm rubbing his sternum to encourage it out. He was always a messy eater when he fed, and it resulted in alot of swallowed air. The burp trails off into a miserable groan, a little sob punctuating it. He looks up at Haze with sad, wet eyes. They're glassy, like he's drunk.

She kisses the corner of his mouth, licking the small amount of blood that transfers off her lips.

"Our greedy boy," She teases, rubbing wide circles over his belly "We'll keep you fed like this all the time, if thats what you want. Isn't that right Stormy?"

Storm hums and nods. "It suits you, Papa."

3. Liquid Bloating

Jake’s my go-to for this one, or at least he’s easier to throw into situations with it. Though I’m picky about the liquid and means, and I’m a slut for combining kinks. So I’d much rather watch the boi drink an insane number of milkshakes or guzzle cream from a hose rather than just water. Or just have him drink a bunch of something to pair with him gorging on food. Basically if it pairs with stuffing or serves the same role, or there’s some weight gain component I’m all for it. But he’s also dumb enough to think downing a keg (or more) of beer is an excellent party trick.

And uh. There’s other liquids. From a different type of hose. *coughcough*cumflation*cough* which I’ve subjected Kurt in the past too. But otherwise not really into throwing Kurt into liquid bloating scenarios (or it’s a lot harder to justify it and my brain prefers the path of least resistance).

4. Bellyaches

Bread and butter for me. Most of my bois I’ve subjected to it at least once. But again, Jake is by far the easiest to throw into that sort of thing. The scenarios write themselves because boi is constantly overindulging and has no self control. Half of the time he deserves it for being a dick.

Kurt’s more circumstantial/I have to be in the mood for it. More likely when he goes into feral mode (esp around chocolate), less likely when he’s cognizant since he has better self control—usually it takes another party to get him to that state.

Toni it’s not so much kink as deserved consequence. If he does a soft vore (which he hates), he’s getting one. My dergs need semi-regular practice for it not to hurt…make of that news what you will :B

…plus there’s the whole onion thing. Which is intended more as a trump card (or was when I steered more heavily into fatal and wanted to give someone an out without breaking character). But it’s also an easy way to trigger bellyaches, which is good shit. And teeeechnically works on all dragons, Jake just has the worst reaction of any of my derg characters.

Also since it has been a hot minute since I’ve drawn liquid bloating I felt like doing a thing. Technically combining the two cuz Jake’s an idiot :>