Oct 22, 2025
Some sPamtennars and wampires
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Some sPamtennars and wampires
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Stuffing, emeto (no actual puking, just mentioned and close calls), eructo, eprocto, and poor Vampetty w a terrible belly ache under the cut from anon. This shit is RIGHT up my alley anon!! 🤤🤤🤤💖💖💖
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.
The imaginary voice speaks again “Satanas, that was a big one. I bet you feel so much better. Good job, Papa, there's a good boy.”
Vampire who found it to be much more filling to just eat all of their prey bite by bite and reforming them as thanks instead of just nibbling on their neck 🩸
getting a bit more caught up with these sketch commissions after the convention I went to this past weekend. always nice to get to deliver these in person when I can! ;]
A line art commission for a friend of my favourite FE boi as a vampire, devouring the essence of his OC~ Hubert is a big tease here. Also, my first time drawing buttons flying off, so that was new.
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(Blood tw) Meet my vampire boy, Edwin! He’s got quite an appetite, so make sure to let me know if you guys like him~
Ok, but person just sitting and eating a lot of food until their stomach is all distended. Ok, that’s cool I guess.
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?
Also, guys. Send me stuff. Give me something to work with. I am not the sort of person who does well with screaming into a void.
A rebellious royal, thinking she was clever, secretly traded places with a would-be squire to avoid her arranged marriage. Little does she know, the knight she now personally serves under is infamous for his ability to devour people... and he loves to eat. Now she has to keep him well fed, or end up as lunch herself. The problem is, the knight really wants to eat her. She is the perfect meal. He can barely look at her without drooling, and the cravings only get worse over time. Despite this, the squire finds herself drawn to him, and even begins to think of him as a friend. Eventually, she slips up. The squire finds herself squeezed headfirst into the belly she's seen turn so many others into slush, while the knight she came to think of as a trusted friend rubs slow circles over his deliciously full belly and coos over what a good meal she was. Maybe he realizes he truly cares for her and decides to bring her back up... or maybe he decides to keep her forever, allowing the royal to meet her end while he enjoys his meal.
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.
A newly turned vampire stumbles through the forest at night, starving and desperate to get away from civilization before the thirst for blood gets the best of him and he hurts someone. He finds himself ambushed by a group of armed bandits. Unfortunately for the bandits, they don't have anything that can hurt a vampire, and he shreds through them in a matter of minutes, draining every last drop from them as they plead for their lives. Massively swollen with blood and still disoriented from his feast, the vampire half-waddles-half-runs his way to the bandits' hideout, where he collapses in the cellar with an audible slosh. He wakes up the next evening to a pleasantly full stomach, and a contented feeling. The nagging hunger is till there in the back of his mind, but it can be ignored. He licks his lips, enjoying the last taste of his victims, and admiring his sizable belly - it shifts like a water balloon when he kneads at it, churning gently under his hands. He tries to feel the usual disgust at this sight, but he can't bring himself to feel guilty about killing the bandits, no matter how hard he tries. In fact, he wonders whether there are more bandits out there somewhere that he could kill... His belly won't be full forever, after all, and he doesn't like hurting innocents.