#vampire stuffing

AAAAAUAUAAUAGGAH YES I LOVE THIS is love when vampires eat human food and it just wrecks havoc on their poor tummy </3

He can handle SOME human food without it having terrible consequences. It'll just make his belly feel a bit uneasy and get him a little bloated. But one night at the ministry, they serve the absolute best mac and cheese he's ever had. Pet had always LOVED mac and cheese when he was still human. He missed it so much. So he just goes absolutely nuts refilling his plate over and over with more and more helpings. It'll be worth the little belly ache, he thinks.

The amount he eats would've been enough to have a *human* stomach hurting pretty bad. What it does to his vamp stomach? Horrible. He ends up regretting it so much.

He feels it about 5 big plates in. A sudden cramp followed by the most angry butterflies (they're more like bees) thrashing in his belly. It gives an ominous, wet gurgle that has him freezing mid bite. With a hand gently pressed to his middle, he excuses himself, sweat dripping down his face under his mask.

V ends up curled up on his side in bed, whimpering and gripping his stomach as it revolts. Laying down is making him even more afraid of throwing up, bile rising up his throat with every long belch, so he settles for sitting on the floor with his bucket, still cradling his rounded belly. It's just so *loud*. Sloshing, groaning, bubbling… he burps behind his fist several times, his mouth pooling with saliva that he drools out mindlessly. He never actually throws up, but every lurch in his belly is a way-too-close call. He feels like he's on a rollercoaster.

When it's digested a little more thats when it starts building up way too quick to just be burped out. He can feel his intestines quivering with gas as it works its way to his back end. He blushes every time a hot, disgusting fart blasts out of him. The smell is only making his nausea more aggressive, and to make matters worse it's like he can't get any room no matter how much he farts. His belly is always so tight, constantly teeming with gas that never stops brewing. He feels like an over inflated balloon. It hurts so bad…He almost doesn't even care if someone walking by can hear him, just bears down and pushes out whatever he can. He needs any relief he can get.

In fact- he kind of hopes someone does hear him, just to see if they'd take pity on their papa and try to make his tummy feel better. He leans his head back against the wall and shuts his eyes, imagining what they'd say to him if they found him in this state.

“Poor thing, I saw you at dinner. Just couldn't help yourself huh?... there, there, that's it. Get all that nasty gas out. Doesn't that feel good? Satanas, you're so round and noisy. How much did you eat?”

Would it be a ghoul that braves the smell and helps him soothe his poor tummy? Or maybe it would be a sibling. The embarrassment makes the fluttering in his belly just a little worse. It lurches again, and he feels the button on his pants dig in a little more as his stomach inflates with more uncontrollable gas. He whines and wiggles his hips uncomfortably, rubbing his stretched, rumbling belly with both hands, and hardly even having to strain to push another long fart out.

A vampire drinking so much they can hardly stand? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.

Maybe it’s that I struggle with unrealistic bellies but vampires? They’re dead bro. Fanged fuckers are fair game, what’s to say vampirism doesn’t make ya a lil’ extra stretchy?

A naive adventurer strikes up a one-sided conversation with a travelling mercenary along the road. Problem is, the mercenary is absolutely starving, and the adventurer is far too oblivious (and cute) a target for him to resist much longer. He tries desperately to get the adventurer to leave him alone, but they stubbornly insist on following him around. Eventually, he gets sick of trying and just eats them, silently cursing himself for doing such a thing without even getting paid. He'd resolved himself to feeling guilty about killing them but to his surprise, the adventurer turns out to have regenerative powers - his stomach can't kill them. The adventurer is more curious than worried about the new turn of events, and even seems comfortable. The mercenary feels much better having eaten a decent meal, although it's a bit too talkative for his tastes. He has to admit it feels nice to have company for once. Maybe even nice enough to keep them around, since they seem to like him for some reason. After all, he could use a trustworthy partner.

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."