I'm pretty full and still swelling, but I don't plan to stop drinking this soda until I'm tight as a drum.
Shaking my sloshy, growing belly is so erotic I have to cross my legs to stop myself from touching my dick right away.
~9:30
I'm so full and tight. I think I finished maybe half a liter of soda, and I'm panting with how tight I am. I put my egg in and I can feel myself leaking around it. My dick is so hard it's throbbing against the teardrop end. I'm laying down and my belly is so tight and full it's sticking up further than my tits, even with gravity pulling it down.
I haven't gotten up yet. I wanted to update you first. Here we go.
Oh man. I look pregnant. I feel pregnant. My back has to arch to give my belly room, and there's little twinges of pain shooting through it. My pants are tight against the base of my belly, where it slopes into my pubic bone.
My abs ache with the stretch. Breathing in too deep hurts. My sweater is hanging off the widest part of my belly, not even touching my hips or thighs.
9:40
Pumping my belly button and fuck, it's so hot.
10:20
Got distracted reading horny posts.
I've got about a liter and a half in me now, and I think I'm at my limit. I can't even lightly rest my arms on my belly without feeling like I'm going to burst. Pics if I can get to the bathroom unseen. I haven't burped or used the bathroom, and I'm dripping so much I bet it's soaking my boxers.
10:22
Standing against the wall with my heels, butt, and shoulders pressed against it (last photo), typing one handed and desperately trying to clench enough to hold the egg in as I jerk my cock and bite my lip to stay silent. I'm so wet, so full so tight so big im fucjing coming
10:30
Came so hard I pushed the egg out despite clenching like my life depended on it. ;)
Also, my boxers are actually soaked.
Random bloating aftercare fact under the cut
If you need to be suddenly much less bloated, like, say hypothetically, your roommates knocking on the door asking if that weird squeak was you and are you ok, you can tilt your head back, take a deep breath in and sort of make a hiccuping/vomiting clenchy motion with your diaphragm and you will push out the biggest, loudest, gnarliest burp known to man. Be aware that you will taste it.
Your roommates will cease their questions and wish you luck with your stomach troubles.
Hypothetically.
>_>
x HB
Edit: the formatting on mobile will be the death of me
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If I was your partner...I'd want to catch you after a long, long day of misfortune forced you to go without breakfast, or lunch, and you've missed your usual dinnertime by at least a couple hours. You finally get home with your empty belly rumbling VERY audibly; pressing your arm against your tummy as you close the door behind you does nothing to silence the furious growls. You'd collapse on the couch next to me and quickly start trying to soothe your starving tummy with rubs, softly whimpering as your belly clenches tighter and tighter...so I'd pull in you up to sit on my lap and rest my hands on yours. I'd love to just feel the intense churning grumbles and powerful starved roars against our hands, as well as hear them, before even considering feeding you~
After a while, I'd start teasing you about how hungry you'd have to be by then, occasionally squeezing and poking your whining tummy to draw out harsher rumbles and make you moan and plead for me to make something to eat, or at least some kind of snack, but for a while I would just play with your empty belly, kneading in circles to make it more active...make it clench and twist harder. I'd see just how long you could last before I finally get up and make something for you...and even then once you started eating I would keep rubbing and "massaging" your guts, causing the cacophony to grow even louder and more insistent; begging for more despite how quickly you'd be stuffing your face.
"...You finally get home with your empty belly rumbling VERY audibly; pressing your arm against your tummy as you close the door behind you does nothing to silence the furious growls..."
I step into our home quietly, trying not to make too much noise and disturb anything. Also, I'm kind of embarrassed about my tummy. Skipping one meal, maybe two...yeah, must've been busy...but all three mealtimes? Only an idiot would let themselves get this hungry. Though...to be honest...after lunchtime came and went I kind of saw this as something I wanted. The gnawing ache started to tickle my kinky side just a little. I wanted this. I wanted to see how long I could endure...to see how long I could let myself enjoy the active squirming and clenching of my guts.
Trying to focus on work was next to impossible as I my attention was constantly tugged toward the state of my hollow guts with each and every cramp and growl. I nearly caved on the way home. The bus stop is next to a burger joint and I could smell the heavenly scent of salt and grease in the air...but the bus was just pulling into my stop as I neared and I didn't want to wait however long for the next one...so home without food it was. The ride back was excruciating. The scents from the burger joint had stimulated my appetite and my tummy was snarling and growling throughout the whole ride. The cramps were cranked up to eleven with the newly awoken appetite and it hurt a lot. Thank heavens the other passengers all had their headphones in. I set my bag on my lap and was squeezing my empty tummy the whole way, trying to calm it out of fear that it would embarrass me in public. I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans because it hurt so much.
I'm kind of apprehensive about letting you in on the state of my starving tummy. Like a dog with a toy or something, a part of me wants to keep this gnawing feeling to myself to enjoy. An audible growl triggered by my arm pressing into my stomach as I bend over to set my bag down foils that though. There's no way you didn't hear that.
I'm in the hallway that has our front door on one end and the couch you're perched on at the other--literally two sides of an echo chamber. You'd have to be completely deaf not to hear that grumble and we both know you're keenly attuned to even the subtlest noises from my tummy. Also, you were expecting my starving state. You knew I skipped out on breakfast because my alarm failed to wake me in time to catch breakfast and my bus to work. I texted you after having missed lunch by a matter of hours, sharing a bit about the state of my neglected innards...and you had promised to have dinner waiting whenever I managed to come home.
"...You'd collapse on the couch next to me and quickly start trying to soothe your starving tummy with rubs, softly whimpering as your belly clenches tighter and tighter..."
"Babe? Y-you said in the text that you'd have dinner ready...ouch...w-when are we e-eating? Ugh…ow…m-my tummy really hurts…’m so hungry…"
"...so I'd pull in you up to sit on my lap and rest my hands on yours. I'd love to just feel the intense churning grumbles and powerful starved roars against our hands..."
"Y-you w-wanna--you wanna get into *that*? Now? Ugh...fine...b-but I really need to eat some time tonight. My tummy *really* hurts; I'm not going to be able to sleep like this. Babe? Are you listening to me?"
Clearly, you're not. You are completely transfixed on my tummy. Your hands have taken over on my stomach, somehow having pushed mine aside to lay directly over my achingly empty tummy. Your palms press into my midriff, jostling my digestive organs and stimulating my appetite just as the fast-food joint had done. I didn't think it was possible, but what you've done actually hurts more than the smell of food did at the bus stop. It was a gradual clenching and the growls sort of built up slowly and naturally on the bus. Under your undulating ministrations the cramps are forced into a head faster than they'd form on their own. Premature growls and grumbles are being squeezed into resounding throughout my hollow innards. Your palms create a cacophony of growls all over my guts--interrupting each other, flowing and crashing into each other. Dear gosh it hurts. My guts feel like they are liquifying. It feels like my gastric acids have burned through every which way in the hunt for sustenance and your palms are causing the burning mess to spread. Clearly, you’re an agent of hunger and want it to succeed in devouring my innards.
My protests fall on deaf ears--what a time for you to choose to be selectively deaf, acutely aware of every noise from my guts but your brain not really caring to register a word out of my mouth. It's fine. We have safe-words. One word and all of this stops and you'll bring out the dinner you're hiding from me.
"Ugh...fine. We can play for a little while--but I'm watching the 11'o clock news. There was an incident on the transit lines and I want to know what it was that caused me to hug my grumbling tummy for an extra forty minutes on the way home as the bus took a HUGE detour."
"...After a while, I'd start teasing you about how hungry you'd have to be by then, occasionally squeezing and poking your whining tummy to draw out harsher rumbles and make you moan..."
"Shh...babe, I'm try'na watch the news—Yeah, I know I’m hungry. You know it. I know it. Shut up. It's ON!"
Your fingers push into a hunger pang reaching its climax and I swear its retaliation for shushing you as rudely as I am. I can’t help it. I’m irritable. The hunger pangs are intensifying. I like my news. I like to be informed and I have a personal stake in the news story on right now. It’s hard to focus when my tummy is straining in a cramp and it’s impossible to hear the guy on the T.V. when your “massage” is causing the growls to grow in intensity, duration, and volume. Of course you have the remote too.
"Ugh...really, babe? Now? Welp, that was the story I wanted to listen to."
I’d love to stay upset at you, but my stomach lets out a long, impassioned groan and my throat soon joins it as I moan around a building cramp, curling over your hand pressed into my belly. I forget my foiled news as my entire world shrinks to the sensation reverberating in my abdomen. Hollow is an understatement. I feel like a large hole has opened inside of me and everything is being pulled into it. You grin and press your hand deeper, intensifying the hunger pang.
"...I would just play with your empty belly, kneading in circles to make it more active...make it clench and twist harder. I'd see just how long you could last..."
In my head I’m thinking that I want to draw the line at midnight or something. I want to go to bed at a reasonable hour—after all, I’ve still got a full shift tomorrow too. I can’t seem to focus on the thought long enough to voice it though. You mentioned something about wanting to see how long I can stick this out for. I haven’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours. You know that. I’d love to shove that fact in your face but the way you say it in that teasing, seductive way of yours makes me see this as a challenge. On top of it all, it’s been a stressful week. We haven’t seen much of each other and both of us are starved for tummy-kink because we haven’t had a chance to indulge in far too long.
“Ergh…b-babe…y-you’re making it worse. I-It hurts.”
You know exactly what you’re doing and you revel in it as I squirm in your lap, trying to force your hand to leave some of the more tender areas of my stomach alone. We’ve done this enough times for you to know which areas of my digestive system are especially sensitive in whatever state I am in. You know exactly where to put your hands and where to push and squeeze to over-stimulate my stomach. You know exactly what buttons to push to get me to the peak of the hunger pangs and to prolong that moment and freeze my tummy in the most painful part of it all…before letting it go and causing a very audible grumble.
The rumbles from my stomach aren’t just audible, but totally palpable too. With the frequency of the growls you’ve managed to inflict I honestly feel like I swallowed a vibrator or something and it is now going to town in my guts. You feel every vibration and every cramp under your palm.
“…I finally get up and make something for you...and even then once you started eating I would keep rubbing and "massaging" your guts, causing the cacophony to grow even louder and more insistent; begging for more despite how quickly you'd be stuffing your face.”
We’ve done this long enough for you to know what I am thinking. You know I have a full shift tomorrow and you know I’m exhausted. As much as we’d both love to continue our fun, it’s so late that it is early now and if I don’t get to bed in an hour or two I’m going to be tackling a full shift with next to no sleep.
We eat on the couch with me sitting between your legs. We’re lounging across the couch so I’m actually reclined against your front. Your hands are still on my tummy as I eat. Occasionally, you grip my hand that holds the utensil and bring it to my lips, impatient that I’m taking so long to eat. I’m worried about a couple of things: too much and too fast.
I was starving, so I basically inhaled the first half of my plate. I slowed down for the second because my stomach was flipping at the sudden influx of food. There’s a dull ache in my stomach that’s the telltale sign of a bad night of indigestion for me. You only started this utensil-pushing when I started in on the second half at a noticeably slower pace than the first.
My stomach is still audible, but for a very different reason. I’m not full (yet), but if I manage to finish the whole plate I will be. I wonder if my stomach capacity shrank after more than twenty-four hours without food. My tummy feels really packed now and there is still food on the plate.
“Ugh…babe…slow down. M-my tummy’s starting to hurt…y-yeah…i-it was hurting before too…b-but now…ugh…I-I don’t want to get sick. I don’t want to have an upset tummy…I-I just…I just want to sleep tonight…”
Your “massage” churns up my stomach contents. It both upsets things and soothes at the same time. It’s an odd feeling. I feel like a laundry machine or something with how active your hands have made my guts. I can feel everything swirling around inside me and it’s slightly nauseating.
Eventually, we head to bed, me lugging my almost-stuffed tummy as though I’m hoisting a bowling ball. I let out a sharp belch as I flop onto the bed, the movement jostling my guts enough to make me moan. There’s too much pressure in my tummy. I lie back and rub at it with lethargic movements. You’re not here, likely getting ready for bed.
I feel the bed dip announcing your arrival. The movement disrupts the swirling churning in my guts and I let out a moan around a wet belch as my stomach burbles in warning.
“G’night.” You call out, intending on going straight to sleep. My hand snaps out and I grip your wrist, startling you. There’s silence as I gasp around a pocket of gas that seems to be struggling to pick an end of my esophagus. As it passes, I glare at you. My burbling stomach is the only noise in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
“Oh no—you’re not getting of that easy.” I gesture to my slightly distended stomach. “I can’t sleep like this. It. Hurts. You caused this. You’re going to fix it. I’m exhausted. I went from achingly empty to basically nauseatingly stuffed thanks to you. I’m going to sleep and I do not want to wake up to an upset tummy tomorrow morning—so *you’re* going to stay up and fix this.” I bring your hand to my grumbling belly.
You grin. So many possibilities. You could refuse and let me suffer all night. You could have some more fun with my stomach at the other extreme and keep us both up. You could do as I ask, but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll end up sleeping through my alarm again…or you’ll just go ahead and shut it off/alter it so that we can repeat all of this again tomorrow…’cuz damn if that wasn’t fun.
I honestly wrote this as spur of the moment, self indulgent thing. Is Deceit, among others, wildly out of character? Probably. Do I care? No. My fancy pred (not really because I don't experience that kind of attraction) kink, my fine dining ficlet.
Contains: Foodplay, lots of it. Size difference vore, lots of it. Slight belly stuff. Mentions of alcohol. Pred!Deceit. Prey! Roman, Remus, Patton, Logan, Virgil.
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The 'Black Void' restaurant was ready for the five course meal. Deceit came in, hung his hat on a hook and ran his fingers through his hair while he settled at a table, peeling his gloves off and setting them on his lap, under his napkin.
He glanced over the menu in front of him, trying to decide who was in what dish. He'd been fasting all day in anticipation for this meal, and had went all out for his bit. His role of fine diner.
The other sides had better show the same commitment for their parts of the meal. He'd heard them at work in the kitchen as he'd prepared a nice suit for himself for his special meal.
Careful weeks of planning on his end ensured every side would be ending the day in his stomach along a lovely meal.
After choosing a wine, his first dish came out.
A smirk started to play with his lips as he saw Logan glance up at him from in a bowl of noodles and broth.
"Ah. Logan. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Deceit casually picked up the chopsticks on his napkin. "First out of the kitchen."
"I merely chose soup for my menu item." He adjusted his glasses and sunk slightly lower into the broth. "I wasn't the one who chose whom be sent out as your first course."
"Don't be nervous. I'll be gentle." He started to eat.
That was something Deceit simply loved about the imagination. Yes, occasionally a giant squid tried to grab you and do horrible things to you, but the noodles never were horribly soggy like packaged Ramen was famous for doing; and it didn't matter the level of cooking ability, the food was delicious.
The noodles were about half gone when Deceit loosened his tie to make it easier to swallow them. He picked Logan out from the bowl, a chopstick firmly under each arm. The logical side was wearing swim shorts and a muscle shirt, the kind normally seen around public pools.
"What's with the outfit?" Deceit chuckled softly.
"I did not wish to have my regular attire smell of pork flavoring."
"I should thank you for showing me those shapely calves." Deceit watched the little man drip the mostly clear brown broth for a moment more, squirming uncomfortably, and then started to swallow him.
Deceit eased Logan's feet in first, swallowing softly as he continued to ease the miniature side down his throat, tongue cushioning his back.
Deceit softly groaned as he removed the chopsticks, Logan eased into his mouth most of the way. The taste of the little man was phenomenal.
Meaty, and a little salty from the broth he'd been resting in. The pork flavoring had really enchanted the tiny man's natural flavor, and Deceit couldn't help himself as he slowly swallowed, pulling him all the way in. The licked the back of his head softly, slowly, then swallowed deeply.
A hand traced his neck as Logan slipped down, past the collar bone, and came to rest on his stomach as it became taut under his fingertips. Still a little squish to it, but firmer then when he'd sat down.
"Mmmm." He sighed, other hand coming to rest on his stomach. "Logan, you taste wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."
"I've been told." He squirmed slightly, and Deceit sighed softly at the sensation. "Your stomach is..... Pleasant."
"Get comfortable for the moment. You won't be my only course for long." Deceit polished off the noodles and the broth.
The chopsticks were replaced with a knife, fork and spoon. A salt and pepper shaker appeared next to the candle that lit the table and the single yellow rose in a thin vase, alongside a butter dish. The bowl was whisked away by a nameless waiter.
Deceit sipped his wine while Logan settled down in the pit of his belly. A soft moan left him and a hand settled on his stomach.
After a few more long seconds, a small plate was brought out.
On it sat a half foil wrapped baked potato, cut down the middle, the insides already fluffed. A small mound of cheese sat to the side. Patton was also in the potato, blushing as he looked up at Deceit.
"Hey, Dee."
"Pleasure to see your sweet little face." Deceit removed the foil and widened the opening a little more. "Though I guessed I'd see you in dessert, not my appetizer."
"This meal is just full of surprises, huh?" He chuckled as Deceit cut a healthy pat of butter before putting it on Patton. "How was Logan?"
"Satisfying." He gave his stomach a firm pat. "Cover your face." He lightly salted and peppered the potato.
Patton scooted back as Deceit dug a fork into the meat of the potato. "I hope you enjoy it, really, we tried really hard to make it tasty for you."
He ate a few bites of potato, eyes briefly shutting with pleasure at the smooth, buttery flavour.
Patton was picked up on the next forkfull. He briefly noted the onesie on Patton before easing him into his mouth. Deceit managed to cram Patton a little inelegantly into his mouth and just held the miniature side.
His tongue pinned him to the roof of his mouth while he swallowed potato then let Patton squirm around.
While cheese was sprinkled on the rest of the potato, he felt his lips part. Deceit lifted his spoon and saw his reflection. Patton had a leg out, readjusting.
Deceit slid his head back and gulped deeply. Patton slid down into his throat, disappearing with a smooth 'gulck' noise.
Warmth filled his stomach as Patton spilled onto Logan. Deceit kept a hand on his firmed belly.
"Buttery and smooth, Patton." He stroked his stomach teasingly. "Everyone comfortable?"
Logan relayed they were and Deceit continued with the potato.
The utensils refreshed themselves and his wine glass filled. He took a few more sips and then his salad came out.
Roman was sitting among the berries and vegetables, covered in raspberry vinegarette, looking embarrassed as he tried to cover his bare chest.
He only wore gym shorts.
"My my." He softly whispered, taking a little bit of the vinegarette on his finger and licking it. "Don't you look scrumptious?"
Roman blushed hard. "I, uh.... I lost the position of main course."
Deceit picked up his fork and picked Roman up first thing. He hummed quietly, appraising Roman. He knew the light, delicate flavor of the side and did enjoy it, but he was trying to decide if he'd swallow him first or wait.
He decided to wait.
And wait he did, Deceit let the last of the honestly delicious salad settle in his belly before turning his attention to Roman.
"Are you finished?" Roman was sitting in the bottom of the bowl, covered in little bits of vegetable.
"I was saving the big mouthful for last." He licked his lips. "I do enjoy the creative sides flavours so much."
Roman glanced away as he was picked up in the end of a spoon.
Deceit licked his lips before opening wide and sliding Roman in his mouth. He was thoroughly prodded and tasted by Deceit's tongue before being slipped down his throat.
Deceit sighed deeply as his stomach started to swell under his fingers. He had started to be full as soon as Patton was in, but now, with another course and a half inside him, he was quite full.
Pressure built in his gut as Roman got settled, and he tried to stifle the belch that resulted.
"Excuse me." He stroked his outward bulging stomach. "Ready for the main?"
"It's a little cramped." Patton's little voice floated out from behind his shirt. "Maybe don't eat so much of the dishes."
"I intend to clean my plate." Deceit continued to rub his stomach, full to the brim on light sides. "This meal is just so delicious. My compliments to the chefs."
The miniature sides settled after a minute and Deceit had to suppress another burp as the main course was set before him.
Remus was suggestively sprawled across a bed of rice, the garnish clamped between his teeth. He wore nothing but his underwear and a single sock.
"Hello, Dee." He smirked and stroked his chest, smearing the sauce he and the plate were drizzled in. "Like what you see?"
"I do." Deceit took a bite of rice and slowly swallowed.
Remus whined and sat up. "C'mon, Dee. I love having food fill up a tum around me!"
He rested the fork tines against Remus' chest and pushed him back to laying down. "Be patient. You will be eaten in time."
"But... But!" He whined loudly. "I want to snuggle with the others while you eat! Feel the mush fill up your sexy gut!"
Deceit continued to eat rice, ignoring Remus' whining.
Eventually, a fork slipped under Remus' rear and scooped him up. Remus had one hand balancing himself as he was raised to Deceit's mouth.
"Yes, finally!" He grinned and squirmed a little on the fork. "Eat me!"
Deceit opened up and Remus nearly jumped in. He hummed quietly as Remus squirmed into his mouth, tasting the miniature side.
Remus had a much more earthy taste than his twin. More raw and natural. Kind of like a mushroom, especially with how he'd seasoned himself.
Deceit tilted his head back and swallowed deeply.
One hand rested on his stomach while the other wiped his mouth. Remus loved to squirm, and he'd gotten the sauce everywhere.
He could feel the squirming in his belly and sat back in the chair, ruining his posture for the moment. He could feel the weight of the other sides in his stomach, resting against his spine and other internal organs.
His shirt pulled at the buttons around his stomach and he softly massaged his gurgling belly. A muffled argument reached his ears while they settled, and Deceit softly belched.
They were just all so delicious deep in his stomach, and he still had the rest of this plate and dessert to go.
After a long minute of him just leaned back, enjoying the full sensation and sipping his wine, he went back to the plate.
Remus squirmed excitedly in his belly as it filled and Deceit had to bite back a moan. He had gluttonous tendencies, he just tried to hide them so his posh reputation wasn't ruined.
Dessert was served, and his shirt showed a little of his stomach from where it pulled on the buttons.
Virgil was lounging in a little coffee cup, in his regular attire. On the plate was a thick wedge of black forest cake. It made his mouth water as he leaned forward, propping an elbow up on the table.
"Oh you boys spoil me with these treats." He softly moaned as he waved the wine glass away.
Virgil moved a little in the cup and have a little handwave as an acknowledgement.
"Hello to you too, Virgil." He picked up the cup in both hands. "I didn't think I'd see you here."
"Roman said I'd taste best here." He was bright red and he sunk down a little.
"And right he was." Deceit took a little sip of the decaf coffee, and he felt someone kick at his stomach. It was delightful. Â
He dug into the cake, ambitions lowered a little. Nobody would believe Virgil if he said that Deceit was secretly a glutton.
That was Remus' "thing" when it came to predatory nature. To be a glutton. It couldn't also be Deceit, dressed up in a suit for most of his time when he had a stomach full of prey.
"Phenomenal." Deceit softly moaned after swallowing a bite of cake. "Compliments to the chef for this wonderful meal." He gave his stomach a firm pat.
His eyes flicked to Virgil, who was staring at his stomach, blushing deeply.
"Like what you see?" He leaned back and rested a hand on his bloated stomach, swollen with food and the other sides.
Virgil looked away, beet red.
Deceit reached over and plucked Virgil out of the cup and settled him against the half eaten cake.
"What are you doing?" Virgil squirmed.
"Having a little coffee with my cake." He scooped Virgil up with a nice bite of cake. "Surely you don't mind?"
Virgil glanced down at Deceit's stomach, which gurgled with perfect timing. He glanced up at Deceit and shook his head. "I - I volunteered to be dessert."
Deceit slid the anxious little side into his mouth and moaned slightly at the taste. He was almost bitter, but the whipped cream and the rich chocolate cake made it just delicious.
Virgil squirmed slightly on his tongue as Deceit licked at the little man.
With a sigh, Deceit swallowed. He stroked his throat, feeling the little lump slip down into his chest.
His hands settled on his stomach and he sighed happily. He was so deliciously full. He softly patted his bloated stomach and then went back to his cake and decaf coffee.
Soon, he was leaned back in his chair, and he finished untying his tie and started to unbutton his shirt around his stomach to let it have room, and also to stop the shirt from stretching. He unbuttoned his pants and propped his feet up on the table, picking some vegetable out of his teeth with a toothpick.
The weight was comfortable and wonderful in his lap. The little squirms were heavenly against his fingertips.
He'd kill for meals like this more often, but the rarity is what makes them so incredible.
Teeth clean, Deceit softly started to rub his stomach with one hand, sighing happily. "The meal was first-rate. I'll be going to bed soon. Is everyone comfortable?"
General agreement.
Deceit nodded and kept massaging his stomach lovingly. He thoroughly enjoyed the meal, he wasn't letting the fullness go to waste.
Virgil gets a treat. I'm on a foodplay kick rn, nobody can stop me! Also, really craving Chinese food.
Contains: Belly rubs, food play, soft safe oral vore, slight Intruxiety, (I don't know the Remus/Virgil ship name), very slight stuffing, very slight
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Being blindfolded and lead somewhere by Remus was always a terrible thing, except for Virgil in this one instance.
"Where are we going?" He sniffed the air and his stomach growled. "I was taking a nap."
"It's dinner time, Virge, and I was sent to get you!"
"You broke into my room!"
"Effective, I know!"
Virgil was sat in a chair. Remus giggled and stepped away. Virgil hesitantly took off the blindfold and saw what his nose confirmed. A good spread of Chinese food, a miniaturized version of the other sides, in their regular clothes, lounging in various dishes.
"What's this for?" Virgil's belly (figuratively) sat up and begged, pleaded to be filled with what he'd been craving for days. "Did I miss an occasion?"
"No occasion." Remus had a huge grin on his face as he went into the kitchen. "Go ahead, eat! We've already had dinner!"
Virgil blushed as he pulled the closest dish towards him. "Really, did I miss something?" Deceit was lounging in the container of hot and sour soup like it was a hot tub.
He shook his head. "Remus annoyed us into treating you... Well... Annoyed me into it. Those softies volunteered."
"Thanks guys. You didn't have to." He picked up a spoon and started to eat.
"We wanted to, Kiddo." Patton was beaming from his dish. "I knew you were getting cravings. This way you don't have to ask and get all embarrassed."
Virgil was a flustered mess as he removed his choker. He knew from experience he should remove it before trying anything with prey. "Is, uh, Remus part of the meal?"
"He's your dessert." Roman wiggled his eyebrows in a mocking imitation of Remus. "And I quote 'all that that implies.'"
Virgil paused, Deceit on his spoon, and he blushed very deeply. He had to take a second to breathe deeply and calm himself down before stuffing Deceit in his mouth.
The side had stripped off his cloak and his hat, as well as socks, shoes, and gloves, but he still wore the bright yellow shirt and black slacks.
Virgil softly licked at him, being able to taste his scales apart from his skin and his clothes. He did enjoy Deceit's almost spicy flavour as he squirmed around, trying to retain dignity against the intruding tounge.
He tilted his head back a little and swallowed thickly. Fingers jumped to his throat and massaged the lump down into his chest. He softly touched his stomach as Deceit spilled into it.
A satisfied sigh left his lips as he put the lid on the soup and looked around for his next dish.
Patton was giggling, hands over his mouth, his glasses safely tucked with his sweater over to the side.
Virgil pulled the fried rice container over to him and watched the heart of the group finally come down from a giggle fit.
"What's so funny, Pat?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking of how Deceit normally fusses so much if we lick at him, and then of how anxiety sometimes swallows your senses, but I've never heard of anxiety swallowing deception."
Virgil looked down at his stomach, still begging for food, and felt the heat return to his face. "That's decent wordplay, Patton."
Patton squirmed out of the way in the fried rice container as Virgil got a couple spoonfuls. Just, like, two bites before scooping up Patton. He didn't want to eat too much.
Virgil's swallowing of Patton was interrupted by a thud from the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Remus?"
"'M fine!" Was followed by several muttered swears as Virgil slid Patton into his mouth.
The little side squirmed around to be feet pointing towards Virgil's throat. His head softly poked out of Virgil's mouth, and Roman and Logan went red in the face as Patton waved, freeing one arm from Virgil's mouth.
Virgil glanced at his spoon and saw Patton's tuft of brown hair and his chubby face along with one arm hanging out of his mouth. He gulped and watched Patton vanish from his mouth and be squeezed down into his throat. Patton had briefly grabbed at his lip, but the grip was broken.
Virgil massaged his chest as Patton slipped down into his stomach with Deceit.
Roman and Logan were both staring, the former open mouthed, the latter stunned, shocked.
"What?" His voice was thick from the effort of swallowing Patton dry as Logan on a plate of egg rolls were pulled close.
"Nothing." The logical side cleared his throat. "Just a little unexpected reaction from Patton while he was... Being ingested."
"That giggle as he slipped into my gut?" Virgil had a hand resting on his stomach. "Or the at ease demeanour as his neck was between my teeth?"
"Both."
Virgil took the dipping sauces for the egg rolls and poured them over the two egg rolls and Logan.
Logan shifted, tucking his glasses in his shirt, and then allowed Virgil to sit him on one of the egg rolls.
The other vanished quickly, and Logan firmly clung to the egg roll as Virgil picked it up. Virgil licked his lips and then slid Logan off and into his mouth.
Virgil always thought Logan was a little bland by himself. He always needed a little something to give him extra flavour. The duck sauce and dab of spicy mustard made him taste absolutely delicious.
He took a long time licking Logan clean before swallowing. The hand absently on his  stomach pressed in, only to feel the heaviness increase inside his gut.
Roman in his dish was all the food that was left in the dining room after the other egg roll filled his stomach. Remus had yet been be seen, but the kitchen had gone silent.
Virgil decided to ignore it for now.
Virgil picked a dumpling up by the corner and stuffed it in his mouth, only pausing to dip it in the sauce sitting beside the container.
Because he was a little eager (or nervous) to see was Remus was preparing, Roman was picked up next.
"No utensils?" Roman softly squirmed between his fingers.
"I may not be your brother, but I prefer the way dumplings taste when they're tossed into your maw directly from your fingers." He eased Roman's legs into the thick sauce. "They're cool enough to touch, though you might still burn me."
Roman's eyes widened as Virgil opened up. "Wait, was that a pick up line? Were you flirt-mph!"
Virgil stuffed Roman in his mouth and, after poking and prodding his struggling body, Virgil tilted his head back and swallowed with one thick 'gulp.'
He leaned back in his chair, moving his jacket to get a look at his stomach. His MCR shirt was a little tight across his stomach and he sighed lovingly, letting both hands start to knead the gentle outward bulge.
He had his eyes closed, ears primed for their voices deep in his belly.
"-Watch where your foot is!"
"Stop squirming!"
"Roman, we were comfortable in our previous position, if you'd let Patton -"
"Ow!"
"Sorry!"
Virgil chuckled softly and lifted his shirt. His hands moved from the top and sides to softly cradling the bulge in his middle.
"Now that is what I love to see!"
Virgil glanced up. The closed Chinese food containers were gone - hopefully in the fridge so he could snack later - and a big glass bowl sat beside his napkin.
Inside was a huge ice cream sundae and it made Virgil's mouth water like his stomach was empty. He'd seen the ice cream in the fridge, his favorites, and been told they were being saved for something. This must be it.
Remus was lounging among the ice cream, under a pile of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, with a cherry on his lap.
"That is one sexy belly of yours, Shadow." Remus' eyes were resting firmly on Virgil's pale, bloated belly. "Just maybe could be a little bigger?" He gestured to the ice cream around him. "Feel like tucking this in there?"
Virgil put his shirt back down and leaned in close, twirling a spoon between his fingers. "Remus, this is.... This looks delicious."
"I know all the tricks to getting you and Dee-Dee to stuffing your bellies." Remus took a bite of the cherry, lifting it up a bit. "I pulled out all the stops for dessert."
"You just like wallowing in an ice cream bloated gut." Virgil dug his spoon in.
"Damn right!" He wiggled forward, getting a front row view of Virgil swallowing. "Oh I'm gay."
Virgil blushed a little and glanced away.
"Oh, come on, Storm Cloud." He whined and looked up at Virgil with big pleading eyes. "I'll be quiet if you finish."
Virgil snorted and looked down, blushing. "If you're ever quiet, it's the sign of the end times."
"So I won't be quiet." Remus was clinging to the edge of the bowl, now covered in the sundae. "But please finish it. I worked hard on it."
Virgil sighed and then dug into the sundae.
Remus kept making comments as he ate, especially when Virgil swallowed a particularly large mouthful.
Virgil plucked the lone cherry up from Remus' hands, with a few bite marks on it, and swallowed it whole. Remus threw himself onto the spoon and whined that Virgil was teasing him.
Dumping Remus onto a scoop of ice cream, Virgil kept eating, avoiding the tiny dark side on purpose.
Soon it was just the melted stuff, a smudge of chocolate sauce, and Remus in the bottom of the bowl.
"How are you not freezing to death?"
Remus shrugged and let himself be nearly submerged in melted ice cream. "I'm special."
Virgil picked the bowl up in both bands and started to swallow the delicious, melted mess.
Remus wiggled in between his lips and Virgil paused to lick the chocolate off him, feeling him squirm erratically around, and then swallowed him whole.
Virgil absently patted his stomach as the last of the dish vanished into his gullet.
Glancing down, Virgil noticed his stomach was a fair bit bigger, and he was not envying any of the other sides right now. He never particularly liked being covered in someone else's dinner, but he enjoyed a nice belly and he enjoyed the cuddling, so he didn't really complain.
"How is everyone?" He stifled a burp and set his shirt above the big bulge.
Nobody seemed to have a grievance but Deceit, and Remus was squirming around over by himself.
Virgil stood, one hand cradling his belly, and set the bowl in the sink. His belly just seemed so heavy, even though he'd eaten more in a sitting before. Maybe it was the sweets.
With a loud yawn, he lugged his stomach up to his room and shut himself in, sitting in bed.
Remus seemed to calm down a little, and Virgil softly moaned at the feeling in his stomach from being so full. "That is the last time Remus makes me dessert unsupervised." He flopped on his back, grunting with the effort. "I think he's trying to fatten me up."
"Maybe I should." Remus rubbed his hand against the wall, idea forming.
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