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They need to get this fella in the writers room! The prompts have been going crazyy!! Any ideas for unaware bloating/stuffing. The character not feeling full until blank happens

Stress eating: Your character's mind is in a whirl, completely overrun by worries. Anxious and restless, they can't stop snacking, not realizing how much they've eaten throughout the day until somebody snaps them out of their distracted state.

Movie night: Your character is watching a movie or TV show and is thoroughly immersed. Their eyes and attention fixed on the screen, they absentmindedly munch through their snacks, oblivious to their expanding belly until it ends and they're forced to come back to reality.

Stuck at work: Your character is sitting at a desk all day, idly snacking away pretty much nonstop as they trudge through their utterly dull tasks. It's only when they stand up to do something that they suddenly feel the strain of everything they've eaten inside their belly.

Taste testing: Your character has spent the day in the kitchen, preparing to host a party. They're making plenty of food and they've been doing a lot of taste testing. It doesn't seem like much, but all those little tastes add up, and, come time for the party, they realize they're too full to enjoy the food they made.

Button pop: Your character has always been a big eater with an impressive capacity. Today, though, they've really overdone it, although they don't notice just how much their belly is bulging out until they lean forward and a button pops off their shirt/pants.

Dinner out: Your character goes out to their favorite restaurant. They're really looking forward to the meal they ordered, but they also had soup and bread and an appetizer, and they don't realize how much they'd been filling up until they're three bites into their entree and too stuffed to continue.

Little bites: Your character has been nibbling on small snacks all day. The occasional cookie or pretzel here, a few strawberries there. Nothing particularly substantial, but it adds up, and when it's time to eat an actual meal, they realize they're already feeling really full.

Bathroom break: Your character is out at some event, too distracted by socializing and whatever else is going on to realize how much they've been eating. When they sneak off to use the restroom, though, they're forced to acknowledge how full they are when they find themself struggling to fasten their button/belt again.

Big meal: Your character is enjoying a nice big meal. It's filling, certainly, but they only feel comfortably full while they're sitting. When they stand up, though, they can feel their belly pushing out taut and firm, and the full weight of the meal finally hits them like a truck.

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Hi! Just thought I’d leave an ask. Is it possible to request inflated belly dialogues/prompts? Either is fine, and from either POV. I was thinking air, heliun, or water. And if possible, no mentions of bursting please!! If this isn’t possible, that’s okay! I hope you have a good day or night!

PERSON 1:

"Oohhh, my belly… Is it supposed to feel so tight?"

"I can't believe how big it's getting. I can feel it pushing out."

"I do-urp--uurp-- I-urp--oh, g-hurp--gosh--"

"Ohh, it feels so heavy…"

"Oof, I feel like a balloon/water balloon."

"No, I think… I think I can hold a little more."

"Oh, gosh, hang on--can you rub my belly a little? Right there… Be gentle."

"I should've worn a different outfit for this."

"Oh, my tummy's gonna be so sore later…"

"Oohh, I'm so full… Just one more [unit of whatever]."

PERSON 2:

"Are you sure you can handle more? Your belly's getting really tight."

"Unbutton your pants? Aw, come on, I'm sure they can hold on a little longer."

[patting belly] "Ooh, listen to how full you sound!"

"Oh my gosh, I wish you could see how far your belly's sticking out right now."

"You look like you swallowed a beach ball… Well, I guess you basically are a beach ball at this point."

"I don't think I can get the button undone. It's too tight."

"Wow, your belly's really rumbling. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Maybe we should stop. My tummy hurts just looking at you."

"No way you can fit any more in there."

"You're gonna need some serious belly rubs tonight."

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morty showing off his Crop Turtleneck with a belly fulla marshmallows

[ID: a drawing of a guy saying "ta da" and spreading his arms to show off his crop top turtleneck, which lifts up with his arms to expose his rounded tummy.]

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it's my birthday so that means Baily gets a special treat

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noisy tummies!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

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Here, have some Leona stuffing. Lion man really overdid it with the meat, he'll be sleeping for two days smh.

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Someone likes to be stuffed up tight!

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Love your blog!! Do you have any appendicitis prompts?

i was gonna say i dont really do medical stuff But since ive been there myself i can do a few. theyre less centered on the actual appendicitis & more centered around the various goings-on that may be involved tho

Your character has barely eaten since their surgery. They know they need to eat to get better, but it's hard to get any food in them when they're feeling so queasy and sore. Can anything, or anybody, help coax their appetite out of hiding?

Your character has been laying in bed with an upset tummy for days, but they think it's just a particularly bad stomach bug. What will finally tip them (or somebody else) off that something is really wrong?

Your character has just arrived at the hospital and needs to drink an enormous cup of dye juice so the doctors can start troubleshooting. They feel like they'll burst if they keep drinking, but they've been instructed to finish it all. Will trying to down the entire thing so quickly prove too much for their stomach?

Your character has a brand new appendectomy scar. Is it a big one or a little one? How do they feel about it? Do they see it as a blemish? Are they showing it off? Are they disappointed that it's not cooler?

Your character is trying to get dressed in real clothes for the first time since their surgery. Upon trying to get their pants on, however, they discover that their belly is still pretty puffy, and, nervous to squeeze too much themself, they ask for a helping hand in getting their pants buttoned.

Your character's tummy has been sore since surgery, and the painkillers are only helping so much. Who's more likely to be fretting about their health--them, or the person helping them recover? Is the other able to reassure the worrier that everything is fine?

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Commission for https://twitter.com/ScribbleKibbles

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Quick doodle of @miss-squishy's OC, Yami :)

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Slate’s Cheese Cravings ~ Gift Art

A gift doodle done for Vee of their Albino Rat-Mouse lady Slate~ Slate spent all of last night indulging just a BIT TOO MUCH on lots of delicious cheese~ Needless to say she’s gonna be regretting this tummy for a good while- A WHOLE day of digesting and she still woke up packed and bloated!

Posted using PostyBirb

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If you are interested in commissioning me, just shoot me a dm!

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ack its been a while huh? woe oc comic be upon ye

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at a pool party - might've indulged a bit with the sodas...

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Ko on a lazy morning

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TAKE THESE OVERSTUFFED DEMONS!!! TY :3

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marianne swooping in like an angel to save sunny from his woes via Stuff Him Silly

[hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny lay curled up in bed, hugging himself tightly. When he was little, and his nonstop hugging became a problem in school, his mother had taught him to hug himself when he needed one. He'd taken her advice, but, of course, hugging oneself doesn't fill the same void as being held close by somebody else. He sniffled, wrapping his arms as far around himself as they would go, squeezing until his entire torso ached. It didn't help.

It had been a long, difficult, miserable day. He'd woken up feeling sad and grumpy after a restless sleep. He'd tried to make himself a nice breakfast to turn the morning around, but, ever distractible, he'd burned it to the point of near-inedibility, sealing the course his day was set to take. He'd been shouted at by more than a fair share of rude customers at work, and even with Giuliana sticking up for him, he could only take so much. There had been little during the day to cheer him up. There had, however, been plenty of drops in the heavy bucket that was weighing him down. A snippy message from one of his brothers scolding him for letting his niece come home with paint on her shirt, a fall on a slippery floor that had left his knee sore and bruised, a long walk home in the pouring rain while his forgotten umbrella sat safe at home. It was far from the worst day of his life, but it most certainly had not been a good one.

On top of everything else, which would have been plenty on its own, part of the reason Sunny was so upset was his empty stomach. The restaurant had been unusually busy, and he'd barely had time to pause for lunch. Between that and his ruined breakfast, he'd barely eaten a thing all day. His head and his belly ached, and he felt exhausted and miserable. He'd have liked nothing more than to call up a friend and get some dinner together, but nobody was around. He didn't have it in him to get up and go out alone, nor did he have the energy to make anything, so in bed he remained, feeling sad and hungry and overall awful.

His belly rumbled, and he glumly wrapped his arms around his sunken middle. He badly wanted to feed himself, but he just couldn't make himself move. The lousy day had taken all his energy away. His eyes dampened, and his breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop it, he was crying into his pillow, his aching body shaking with each choked sob. He lay there and cried for some time until he had no energy left to do even that, and then he simply lay there, limp and drained, hiccuping and snuffling into his damp pillow.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Sunny out of his teary stupor. Sniffling, he picked it up, wiping his eye. It was Marianne. He held it for a moment, confused; she usually worked Sundays. He answered the phone.

"Hello?" He'd hoped his voice would come out smooth, but it cracked badly as he spoke.

"Sunny honey? You alright?"

"Yeah," he sniffled, his voice still wobbly. "What's up?"

"Well, I was just callin' to see if you were around," she said. "And you sure sound like you could use a little company. You busy?"

"No, I'm around."

"Mind if I come over?"

"I'd love that," he said, almost too eagerly.

Having perked up considerably at the idea of spending time with Marianne, Sunny had dragged himself out of bed and changed from his work clothes into a cozy sweater and jeans by the time she arrived at his door. He still looked thoroughly beaten down, though, his hair disheveled and his face flushed from crying, and she wrapped him up protectively in her arms the moment she saw him.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you look like you've been through the wringer," she exclaimed, squeezing him so tightly he could barely breathe. He clung to her and melted into the warm hug, laying his head against her shoulder. His belly rumbled loudly against her, and she smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, running a hand along his side and letting it come to rest on his hollow tummy. "Come on, cutie pie. Let's get some food in that poor little tummy."

"I thought you were workin' tonight," said Sunny as they made their way to the kitchen.

"I took the day off," she said, throwing an arm around him. "Needed a little break, y'know what I mean?"

"Boy, do I," he said, bumping his head against her shoulder. Marianne gave him an affectionate squeeze around the waist, then gently pushed him into a chair.

"You wait right here, pumpkin pie." She planted a warm kiss on his forehead, then turned away to start sorting out dinner. It was only a moment before he was up again and at her side.

Together, with a lot of hugging and teasing and goofing around, they made a big late-night breakfast of eggs, pork roll, and pancakes. Sunny's belly had been growling practically nonstop throughout the process, his mouth watering at the smell, and each impatient rumble had been met with a playful poke or tickle from Marianne. Physically, he still felt horrible, but he'd cheered up drastically just having spent time with her.

It wasn't long before they were sitting at the little kitchen table together with their plates, a bottle of syrup between them. Barely able to keep the drool from falling from his mouth, Sunny dug in, his empty stomach eager to get some relief. Marianne couldn't help but chuckle at his ravenous frenzy.

"Thanks for comin' over," he said with his mouth full.

"You know I'm always happy to come spend a little time with you," she said with a smile. "You're my little cutie pie." Sunny blushed lightly and swallowed his mouthful with a loud gulp. He was already beginning to feel better, and as his belly filled up, he slowed his pace. Marianne, who hadn't been nearly as hungry, was taking her time with her food, enjoying it and the sight of Sunny eating. She took a certain pleasure in noticing that he was slowing down, that he wasn't even halfway through his meal and would likely find himself struggling to finish by the end of it. She would have no trouble finishing her own food; she was a big woman with an appetite to match, and putting away a good-sized plate was no challenge. For Sunny, however, it would be a much more difficult feat.

Sunny paused for a moment, holding a hand against his tummy. A gurgle bubbled up inside him, and he let out a soft burp. He was beginning to feel full. He still had a ways to go on his dinner, though, and he wasn't about to quit now. He forced up another little burp, punctuated by a quiet sigh, then dug out another bite of pancake with his fork. Marianne kept a watchful eye on his belly. The sweater he'd put on was large and loose, concealing his skinny figure for now, but she suspected it wouldn't be long before the bulge of his full tummy was visible against the soft fabric.

Unable to resist, Marianne moved her chair closer to Sunny's and slipped an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his belly. While the sweater kept it hidden, she was pleased to find that it felt slightly rounded under her hand, a subtle curve pushing out against her palm. She kept her hand there, enjoying the feeling of his belly rising and falling with his breath, and he leaned against her, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Getting full?" she teased, giving his tummy a gentle pat.

"No," he fibbed, and she laughed.

"Good, because you've still got a lot left."

As a matter of fact, Sunny was beginning to feel very full. He'd slowed down considerably since his initial starved frenzy. Now he was picking cautiously at his food, hoping to finish without pushing his stomach too far too fast. The pancakes alone would have been more than enough to fill him up; with the added protein of the eggs and the pork roll, he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish. He had about a third of his plate left--a decent-sized portion of the pancakes, one of the two eggs he'd started with, and a tiny scrap of pork roll. The pork roll was easy to polish off, dipped in the egg yolk for good measure, and then he finished the egg. His belly felt tight and strained now, bulging firmly over the waist of his jeans, and he paused to bring up a small burp. It didn't free up much space.

Marianne watched as he began another effort against his pancakes, enjoying the feeling of his taut belly pushing out against her hand. She snuck it up under his sweater, holding it against his warm, hairy skin, and a light blush crept onto his face. He looked up at her, his big dark eyes still red around the edges, and was promptly met with a soft kiss. He set his fork down and wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug, engulfing him in her sturdy arms and holding him tight, drawing a tiny groan out of him as his too-full tummy was compressed.

"Think you're gonna be able to clean your plate, sweetheart?"

"I don't know. I'm really full," he confessed sheepishly. She let him go and he leaned back in his seat, his round tummy poking out in front of him. Gently, she placed her hands on his sides and gave it a light squeeze. He whined softly at the pressure, and a tiny burp escaped him.

"Ooh, you really are stuffed," she remarked, giving his belly an approving pat. It gurgled uncomfortably in response. "Think you can squeeze in just a little bit more?" Sunny considered that for a moment. His stomach felt stretched taut, straining against everything that had been crammed into it, and he didn't think it could stretch much further. Looking up at Marianne's pleading face, though, he couldn't say no.

"Maybe just a little," he finally agreed.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you're such a good boy," she beamed, taking his jaw in her hands and kissing him on the cheek. His heart fluttered. Still holding his chin in one hand, she took his fork in the other and brought a bite of pancake to his lips. Obediently, his big eyes locked with hers, he opened up for her and ate.

"You just let me know when that little tummy can't take any more, alright, cutie pie?" He nodded, chewing slowly, almost hypnotized by her stare. His belly felt just a little more strained with each bite, slowly growing tighter and tighter. Marianne moved her hand from his chin to his tummy, rubbing gently as he ate, savoring the feeling of the uneasy gurgles rumbling against her palm. Suddenly, a hiccup jolted his full belly against her hand. He groaned, holding his arms cautiously around his middle.

"Aww, sweetheart..." Marianne set the fork down again and held his tummy with both hands. It tensed sharply with another hiccup and let out a strained gurgle.

"I d-hic-don't think I can eat any more," said Sunny, looking tired. "I'm too full."

"I'll say. Your poor belly feels like it's about to pop," said Marianne. "I'd get you some water for those hiccups, but I don't think you could even handle that." He hiccuped again, the movement this time dislodging a small burp, followed by a soft grunt of discomfort. His belly grumbled unhappily.

"Here, sweetheart, why don't we go lie down," she said, standing up and taking his hands. "Get you a little more comfortable, hm?" Obediently, he stood and followed her as she led him back to bed. She gently guided him onto his back, his round tummy sticking straight up, and then she pulled his sweater up out of the way, fully exposing his swollen middle. She unbuttoned his far-too-snug jeans, squeezing ever so slightly as she did, and he couldn't hold back a soft whimper at the painful pressure. She leaned down to plant an apologetic kiss on his bulging tummy and then sat beside him on the bed, rubbing the taut skin. He gazed up at her with soft eyes, his sleepy silence interrupted here and there by a hiccup and the quiet gurgles of his belly as it worked on the big dinner. "I'm glad you c-hic-came over," he said, his voice almost a mumble. He couldn't find the words to say more, but she could see the rest in his eyes--thank you for feeding me, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my friend. He felt warm and cozy despite the dull ache in his overstuffed tummy, and the miserable day he'd endured now seemed a distant memory, the pain and frustration having long since melted away. Smiling fondly, Marianne leaned down to kiss him. Then, she lay down beside him and pulled him into a warm embrace, which he gladly returned. They remained like that until he fell asleep in her arms, and, after some time, lulled by the sound of his stomach and his quiet snoring, she drifted off as well.