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dongrang being possessive over yi sang stuffing ideas pls pls pls pls

To Dongrang, it was more than a pleasure to see that little desk he kept clean finally occupied. Giving him constant attention, allowing people to get close, as this was a professional environment, but not too close, as Yi Sang was his.

A common tactic to diverge attention, one which never failed, was to saunter over to where he sat and pamper him with unlimited, new fancy kcorp food products. The other employees would take the hint Dongrang wished to speak to him and left him alone, and Yi Sang would grow to associate him more and more with lovely little pies and treats. It was almost Pavlovian. With all this, his Yi Sang always looked so happy, so there was no reason to quit. He'd get an earful from Dongbaek around now, but there wasn't much she could say. He only had one purpose now, which is ensuring Yi Sang how much he loves him, and how good he makes him feel when he pushes treat after treat past his lips, handfeeding him anything and everything he could ever wish for. No one makes Yi Sang feel as good as Dongrang does.

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I need to stuff Nemo insane style. I want to feed him the richest most filling foods possible till he's almost begging to stop but his pride won't let him, especially when he's already paid for the table of expensive dishes laid out in front of him. I just know he kept his need for food for pleasure and bragging purposes

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ok I got a thought. Zwei Greg trying to quit smoking, but failing consistently...Until he replaces cigs with donuts and other sweets. Turns out, his clients are a lot more eager to just buy him an extra dozen donuts on their food breaks instead of Greg begging for a cigarette every minute, especially when he rubs his overstuffed belly. It's not long until the buttons of his shirt strain even when he hasn't eaten-And not long after that until he develops a small waddle.

However, his clients have never been more satisfied, seeing as he is now much, much wider in order to protect them-Not to mention how he throws his new weight around... -🐻

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Sinclair missed when he was allowed actual real food when his family was still alive. Forsaking their flesh for metal now meant the dinner table had nothing but, no matter how much he hated calling it that as he didn't want to seem ungrateful, slop. Unappetising, unappealing, it was all drab and dull, sometimes improperly cooked as well. He couldn't help but reminisce on the days of his childhood where his father made him a fancy feast for dinner, followed by his dearest mother bringing in for dessert the most delicious cakes he'd ever gotten to taste.

But now that was all gone, as they had no need for "luxuries" of the sort and could plug themselves in and be satisfied. All skill when it came to food had been thrown out the window, much like their so-called unnecessary feelings, which they could now flick on and off as they pleased.

However, with Kromer, it was different. It wasn’t uncommon for her to take him wherever she pleased when the lunch break bell hit. At first, it was easy to pick him up and chuck him over the school gates, but the more time passed, the heavier he got, which greatly satisfied her. Sometimes, it was an all you can eat barbecue joint that she'd drag him to. Seemingly, those were her favourites, but she also pulled him through store aisles and shoddy, yet still delicious, fast foods, and the only thing she would ever tell him is to eat whatever he wants, anything he likes, unlimited and unbound.

And so, he would.

To taste actual food once more, from delicious cones of ice cream to creamy cakes, from crunchy chicken to juicy grilled steaks, he would eat and eat until it was hard to walk back to class, stomach too full for him to handle, much to his and Kromer's pleasure. Once they'd get back, she always had the custom to hug him from behind and squeeze his belly. It was hard to at first, being smooth as a board, but as it went on, as new rolls would pop up, he could feel Kromer shiver in delight while muttering a small "good boy" in his ear, which, in turn, made him shiver with glee as well.

It was almost time for them to graduate, so he thought of this as a nice gift from her. It's nice to be allowed to take part in one of the many humanly pleasures she talked about.

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oh my god this is so good?I thought there were no feedism kink twitter/tumblr profiles for this fandom and now I find like...5+

anyways,I'll submit something soon :D-🐻

Glad to provide! The prompt you sent was lovely also! Queued it! <3

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your blog has saved my little freak life, thank you

I'm glad I could provide! Writing little snippets like this is always fun, so I'm glad people also enjoy them!

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We are BACK. The creative juices are flowing we are up and running! To the queue and inbox I go!

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Hello gang. I have been busy. But in about a week I will be able to properly get back to proviting you all. Feel free to send requests in the meantime. Yummers

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obligatory moiyan request -🐌

Yan was surprised that he found himself visiting Moirai more often, and eventually grew to think showing up empty-handed every time to be a bit rude, considering she did try her best to be hospitable despite everything. To make up for it, he tried his best to make a nice basket of treats for them to share, though he did hope she would eat the most of it.

Moirai was pleasantly surprised at Yan's kind gift, and Yan himself was taken aback with how eager she was to feed him the food he brought for her. Scoop after scoop of creamy, coffee rich tiramisu, bonbon after bonbon pushed past his lips, at least the plan of making her happy worked out? Even if he needed to undo a few buttons in his shirt from how much she fed him.

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i need outis to get stuffed -🐌

Post-war instincts do tend to get the best of people. Of course, it's only natural the thought of wasting anything would be scary when you can never be sure when you'll eat again, even if secure.

No matter what is handed to her, Outis will always be sure to finish it all. Nutrition is important for someone like her. In all lunch breaks the sinners take, Outis more often than not manages to order more than what Hong Lu does to "try new things", and even more than Rodya who is just enjoying the moment. While nagging at others for not finishing their meals, she will be struggling to finish her own, feeling her belly strain against her belt. It's hard not to let the feeling of being stuffed weigh her down on battle, but even if she feels sluggish and dizzy from all she ate, she's not gonna let herself be proven wrong about what is and isn't best for the battlefield.

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Dieci Hong Lu gets a little too carried away at times, swinging her key around until, along with her knowledge being sapped and drained from her brain, she too has her wisdom of self-control taken away from her. With that lack of self control, and her colleagues snacking by her side, it's no surprise she'd gorge herself far more than any normal person could handle. But what was to come, be it a stomach ache or sizeable belly, was not of concern to present Hong Lu. Her future self could deal with that. Maybe after she regained control over herself.

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🤲 spare wardrobe malfunction ideas pls.... no character preference i just need someone to eat until they burst out of their clothes

He wasn't that bad of a picky eater, he was sure of it, but when Outis sat down Sinclair to have a talk about his stunned growth, followed by a myriad of dishes being placed in front of him, he couldn't help but think that maybe she was right. He was picky about what he ate. But that didn't deter her, no, not at all. In fact, it only served to make her put more pressure on him.

She got tired at some point, of him playing with his food and talking to avoid having to eat what she had made for him (so kindly as well, all to ensure his skills keep up in battle), and took matters into her own hands. Holding his chin with one hand and a fork with the other, Outis would feed him herself, ignoring the complaints about texture and taste, making sure he was good and eating whatever she shoved into his maw.

When the complaint about his clothes feeling tight came, something shifted in her. Outis was still doing this solely for the good of the sinners' synergy, nothing more. It was just a coincidence that, when his belt began to be covered by his belly, when his buttons began to strain more and more against his stomach, Outis decided to further test his limits.

A button popping from his shirt would be a good sign. Maybe his thighs straining against his trousers, making them hard to zip and buckle, would be an effective way to know he had given up on his picky ways. He did keep eating, after all, even what he complained about. Not to mention, as well, how he never stopped swallowing whatever was given to him even when he was huffing and groaning from the ache in his stomach.

Outis had no reason to stop whatsoever, at least not until Sinclair's belly was peeking from under his shirt, and his buttons couldn't handle his size any longer. Hopefully, he has an extra set of clothes. These don't look like they'll handle much more.

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Hong Lu asks Ishmael for a tour around U Corp and gets particularly interested in the food. Because of this, Ishmael takes her from street food stall to restaurant to pub to shop, trying out different stuff until she's too full to process anything else. So many odd kinds of foods from the lake, so many different flavours of ice cream no normal person could come up with, all, in the end, making Hong Lu's gut churn as it stressed against her belt. Ishmael ends up having to carry her back to the bus after their little outing.

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It is her duty as The One Who Grips to ensure all her loyal inquisitors are eating their meals well. It is, for this reason of course, she will help out anyone struggling to finish their feast for the night. Tipping up the can to their lips, scraping some of the canned experience with a spoon and bringing it to her beloved inquisitors' lips. It brought her a joy like no other to indulge in the carnal pleasure of eating. It was more than a necessity to survive, it was pure hedonism, and the red tint on the cheeks of whoever she had been stuffing full to the brim to become good and loyal to her cause proved it was not just any simple form of gratification. Not for them, and especially not for her.

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After many months of working together on the warp train, Faust began to catch onto Yi Sang's lethargy. She started making simple lunch boxes to help him get energized throughout the day, but as she noticed they weren't enough as he continued to look exhausted, she decided to up his portion, and Yi Sang, despite being filled easy, would force himself to finish all of the food Faust had made for him. As time passes, the size of Yi Sang's gut becomes more pronounced because of all the meals. Perhaps she got a bit carried away with how much she made for him. But she had no plans on stopping now.

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Wuthering Heights Butler Outis taking a day off to visit the seven's cafe and Seven Faust insists on feeding her treats on the house because she deserves it for being so hardworking. Faust gives Outis extra and when outis asks for a box to take back to the manor Faust is like "Faust insists you eat them while they're freshest. They're best enjoyed here, with the tea." And Outis can't bring herself to refuse so she keeps eating them, while Faust just keeps bringing out more and more desserts 🍮

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When Yi Sang was passed out asleep on the floor, Gubo was allowed to have conversations with Sang Yi. The chatter from the other side of the mirror as Yi Sang slept was bothersome to Gubo, especially how, more often than not, he always fell victim to the reflection's teasing. Particularly, Sang Yi has taken a liking to commenting on how much stockier he has been getting, from being tall yet as thin as a wisp to trying to hide the bulk of his stomach under that big jacket of his. He couldn't even deny Sang Yi's words because it was true in the end, and the look on his eyes as he looked him up and down before making his remarks always made warmth coil up in Gubo's stomach.