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🥱 for the oc ask game

It may not have been much, but it was a home, and it was Mitsuya's home. A simple box flat with a futon style bed on the floor, some basic kitchen set up along the wall and a door leading to a small bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was his, and he was proud to have it.

When he stumbled home at the fuck ass middle of the night, he certainly felt nothing but relief to be home. He reached down, flicking his heels off and letting them sit in a messy heap where they fell, then marched his sore feet and aching legs over to the mattress, which he promptly fell face forward into. He groaned into the welcoming comfort of his bed and considered the merits of just going straight to sleep. Forget brushing his teeth, leave the wig and makeup on, ignore the fact he hadn't eaten since breakfast, just sleep. It was tempting, for sure.

Sure, Mitsuya could have gotten dressed before leaving work, but he was damn exhausted, and at this time of night, in this part of town, nobody batted an eyelid at a drag queen dressed to the nines on the bus with them. It was all drunks and queers here at this point. In other words, exactly Mitsuya's kind of people.

He could have stopped for food on the way back, too, but he could barely keep his eyes open when he got off the bus. It was a miracle he hadn't fallen asleep with his face pressed against the glass. His stomach had been rumbling, sure, but he hadn't been able to give it his full attention when all he wanted was his bed.

After a long, long pause where he just lay there with his eyes closed, Mitsuya managed to push himself up into a vague lazy rendition of a cobra pose so he could start pulling the pins from his wig. His fingers trailed clumsily through the hot pink tresses, and he wasn't sure if the clumsiness came from how tired he was or how hungry he was. Probably both. Once the wig was off, he couldn't even be bothered putting it away properly, simply yeeted it to one side to be dealt with in the morning before curling up again.

It didn't take long for his stomach to cramp up tight enough for him to gasp, before unleashing in the longest, angriest growl yet. Okay, fine, he was starving, but in his exhaustion all he could bring himself to do was curl up tighter and press his hands into the soft flesh of his hollow tummy.

His body decided to torment him for the next few hours. Each time he drifted off to sleep, or even got close to the sweet embrace of slumber, his tummy threw an absolute tantrum, crying and cramping but not giving him the energy needed to get up and eat.

When he finally managed a longer snatch of sleep, he dreamt of a magnificent feast of all his favourite food. Mouth watering and stomach roaring, he surged forward, grabbing the nearest slice of pizza, only for it to disappear from his hand as his tummy let out a miserable whine. He pressed his palm hard against the complaining, bratty organ with a groan of his own and reached for something else, this time managing to bring it all the way to his lips before it disappeared into nothing.

All in all, when Mitsuya woke up he felt not at all refreshed and absolutely starving. Groaning, he forced himself out of bed, removed his wig cap and makeup, changed into some fresh clothes and set about making himself a good damn breakfast.

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Max was the first one home today, and for once, they didn't have some kind of party planned. They were known on campus as the de facto party boss, after all. That, however, was beside the point today. Today, they were Max Brady, coming back from their fencing course, ready to have a good meal and relax. They slipped their shoes off (Charlie was so particular about shoes on in the house), stretched their arms high over their head and made their way to the kitchen. After an active day, they were pretty damn hungry, and while they didn't really vibe with the idea of cooking a proper meal, they could probably find enough snacks to tide themselves over until someone who wanted to cook came home. Perhaps. They'd probably all go "Max, you need to learn to cook for yourself" or something. In the meantime, they knew for a fact that Avery had several boxes of poptarts in the cupboard. A few rounds of those would be plenty to fill the gnawing pit in their belly. Sure, Avery would be annoyed, but Max would find a way to make it up to him.

As they pushed open the kitchen door, they heard the buzzing. A fly, they assumed at first, thinking nothing of it. There was a soft plink plink plink as the stupid thing flew over and over into a window, and perhaps, they thought, they could open the window and let it out. They considered it as they crossed to their cupboards, one hand on their rumbling stomach, when the buzzing fucker caught their eye. The sharp yellow and black, not of a fly, but of a yellow jacket wasp.

In an instant, Max was frozen. Could barely breathe. That thing, right there, right then? It was the one thing Max feared more than anything else. And hey, maybe it was silly, to freeze in terror at something no bigger than their thumb, but those were angry bastards who stung! And they remembered summer days with wasps. The wasp nest outside the language block at school. The way they could never, ever concentrate in those damn lessons.

The fucking thing flew away from the window, started circling the room, and with a shriek of pure terror, Max fled and slammed the door shut behind them. They pressed their back to the door, hyperventilating, tears burning in their eyes as they grabbed their phone. Why did they have to be the only one home? Anyone else could deal with this far better than they could, nobody else in this stupid house was nearly as bad with these things. Frantically, they pulled up the house group chat and started sending panicked messages.

Max: WAS--D WASSP ION  THE OHOUSE HEP

Max: WASJKPP KKFKWEOPBO LBWNO PFGTEJKT OT OUTB HOW TO SH UEBD IT OHYRT

Yeah. Sure. That made sense.

Avery: There's fly spray in the kitchen

Avery: By the dish soap

...Helpful...

They looked back at the door. They couldn't hear the buzzing over their panicked breaths, but they knew it was there.

Nope. No way could they go in there and get the fly spray. They were trapped in the house with a tiny bastard from hell.

Their stomach growled. Loudly. There was no denying they were hungry.

Well, if the kitchen was a no go, there was bound to be a snack or two in someone's room, maybe even their own.

No. No no no no no no no no. If they left the door what if the wasp escaped into the rest of the house and came after them?! Okay, yes, they knew that was irrational, but WHAT IF IT ESCAPED?!

The thought was too much. They didn't dare step away from the door, no matter how hungry they were. This was life or death. If they didn't hold the door closed, it could escape and get them, or hide and get someone else! They wiped their eyes, sobbing as they tried to type another message.

Max: when are you guys going. To be bvabm?

Max: bal

Max: back

Avery: go work after this. Not til midnight.

Charlie: yeah I have a date tnight. Not sure.. don't wait up.

Deidre: girl wat

Deidre: dun forget give us his name and number and a picture and whee your meeting so if something happens we know 

The conversation was taken over by ensuring Charlie's safety on her date. The wasp Max was so bravely guarding was forgotten. So there they were, stuck glued to the door for hours to come, waiting for Deidre to come rescue them, their stomach twisting and growling the whole miserable time.

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Thinking maybe I should start giving y'all physical descriptions of the characters who have appeared in my stories lol

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Ryan kicked his door closed and dropped his bags with a sigh. He was finally back from his tour, and he was tired and starving. It was, what, one in the morning? He'd slept some on the journey back, though it had been a long fucker of a journey, so he figured he could face getting something to eat before his stomach started screaming loud enough to knock the walls down. He'd bother with his bags later. Probably in a few days, knowing him.

Of course, having been away for a while, he didn't expect there to be a feast in the kitchen by any means, but he wouldn't have gotten rid of any tins or pasta or anything in there. He was sure he still had pasta, and the thought of just some well cooked carbs sounded heavenly to the yawning chasm that had settled in his middle.

He checked his phone as he walked to the kitchen. Saige had messaged in the last couple hours, wishing him a safe journey and wanting to know when he got home. It was a little weird to think that she and Tom had gone from total strangers he was yelling at in a studio to his best friends. Then again, he hadn't really had friends before that. Loner loser come rockstar, or whatever. He shot a quick message back, though he figured she would be asleep now.

Yeah just got back. All good. Gon eat and catch some Zs

The growls of his stomach caught his attention and he rolled his eyes. That usual grumpy haze was settling in, the feeling that made him want to lash out in anger all because it had been a little too long since he'd last eaten. He sighed and started sorting through the cupboards. Best to eat before he got any grumpier.

He opened the cupboard he was sure he had pasta in, and found disappointment. The pasta bag was there, but it was basically empty. One or two penne at the bottom. Why in the fuck had he done that? Who eats all but two pieces and then puts the bag back?

Well, Ryan-Eric Kingsley does, apparently. Because he's stupid.

He looked at the rest of the cupboard. An almost empty bag of flour that when opened had clearly gotten damp at some point. Was there a leak here somewhere? He tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling for any sign of said leak. Nothing obvious. Whatever. He huffed, back to the stupid cupboard. Some empty spice jars, apart from one almost full jar of fucking saffron, a jar of marmalade and some black olives. Not really something he could make a meal with, much to his tummy's disappointment. He tapped his nails on the countertop as he thought, then slammed the door and went to search the rest of the kitchen. Ryan tended to clear out perishables from the house before leaving on a long journey, though he'd been tired when he'd left as well. It meant, however, that he was unlikely to find anything else lying around. The fridge was, predictably, empty. "Tits." He muttered as he slammed that door as well.

The growls and rumbles were getting pretty relentless now, which was annoying more than anything else. He started chewing at the inside of his cheek as he thought about what to do. He pulled his phone back out. Saige hadn't seen his response. Yeah, probably asleep. He went to one of those food delivery apps, checked the restaurants around.

Closed at 11.

Closed at 10.45.

Closed at 11.59.

Closed at 9.30.

"Fuck's sake." Yeah, the food delivery around here sucked. Well, maybe it was unreasonable to expect anywhere to still be open and delivering by two in the morning, but he could have sworn he used to be able to stumble drunk into some shitty fast food place at fuck o'clock at night and fill his belly. Said belly unleashed a series of miserable, uncomfortable rumbles. He pressed one hand to his head, trying to massage away the coming migraine, and the other to his stomach, giving the same treatment to the aching organ.

He took a photo of the dire food situation, sending it into a group chat with Saige and Tom to bitch about it. Local idiot starves when friends aren't around to keep him from beiung stupid. At this point he was going to just eat the whole tin of olives and the marmalade. They wouldn't satisfy the hunger, but they'd take the edge off until the morning when he could go out and buy something proper to eat. He would probably end up buying too much when he stepped into the shops hungry. He wandered back to the cupboard, fingers tapping out an impatient rhythm on his gut as it rumbled impatiently, voicing its complaints far too loudly.

It was a good rhythm, actually, and paired with some of the angry words flying through his head, he could envision a song forming, ready to be snatched up and put on paper.

"Shit. Shit!" He turned heel out of the kitchen and went digging into his bags. Why did he always have to be struck by inspiration at the worst times? Why was he so goddamn good at writing his ideas when he was hungry? He knew damn well the moment he started eating, he'd lose the inspiration and the flow, so quick as he could he pulled out his notebooks and a pen and started scrawling. Music, lyrics, ideas, thoughts, anything that came to mind flowing through his hand and onto paper as he entered that fun, floaty feeling that caused the room to spin and always came with low blood sugar. He was pressing on the paper a little harder than necessary, biting at his lip as the hunger twisted his gut, but he had to get it down, it was perfect, it was angry, it was emotional, it was just what he needed for a song.

It was no wonder he had so many angry songs, actually. He was definitely a hangry person. But hell, he was passionate about this shit and he would only be angrier if he lost it. He worked in silence, aside from the angry growls of a hollow stomach begging to be filled, and the occasional tap of his fingers against a surface or hum to test the tune. He didn't dare get his guitar out at this time of night.

Ryan finally broke off the work with a pained hiss, a hand flying to his belly as it let out the loudest, longest dying whale sound he'd heard in a while. Okay. Right. Starving. Rubbing hard at the empty pocket beneath his ribs, he took a look at everything he'd written and nodded in satisfaction. It was good. Needed some fine tuning, but it was something genuinely good. He quickly scrawled a title on it, Hungry For The Slaughter, then got up, stretching out and heading back to the kitchen. Food definitely couldn't be put off any longer, and a quick look at the time told him he'd been spitballing song ideas for well over an hour. Still a few hours before the shops would be open, but for now he would have to eat the stupid olives just to shut his stomach up for a bit, take a nap and then buy himself a proper feast.

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📞 especially since they can't make noise they wait so long their belly interrupts the phone call 🤤 but whatever you make is good.

Helena loved her wife, really she did, but did she have to do this in the kitchen?

Okay, it wasn't really Hermia's fault. This interview was important, it could make or break her dream career, and the kitchen was the furthest away from the noisy neighbours and had the best signal. Helena could never blame her wife for wanting the best chance at a good, uninterrupted phone call, and of course she wanted this to go well for her, this was Hermia's dream and Helena wanted nothing more than for the love of her life to succeed. It's just...Helena hadn't eaten yet today.

Currently, she was sprawled out on the couch in total silence. She couldn't even have the TV on to distract herself in case the noise interrupted Hermia's interview. She didn't want to risk it. She could hear her wife's voice from the kitchen, muffled enough through the closed door that she couldn't really make out the words without straining to listen. There was a nice, peaceful domesticity to it.

At least until Helena's stomach started growling.

Her stomach had been cramping and twisting in hunger for half an hour now with no relief, not to mention the on and off waves throughout the rest of the day. Well, there wasn't even that much relief when a nasty cramp released in a drawn out growl.

With a wince and a soft sigh, she pressed a hand against her belly, hoping to muffle the next protesting groan. While it was unlikely her tummy would be loud enough to be heard on the other end of Hermia's phone call, Helena didn't want to risk it. Even Hermia hearing her tummy's complaints was embarrassing enough!

Another rumble bubbled up from her core, her tummy quaking against her palm. She tilted her head back, looking at the door to the kitchen. Hermia was still talking. She let her head fall back down and grabbed her phone. Perhaps she could distract herself scrolling tumblr blogs.

It turned out to be a bad idea, considering the amount of food and recipe blogs she followed. She had a passion for artistic and aesthetically pleasing presentations of food, you could say. Whenever it was her turn to cook, she made something tasty and beautiful. Still, at least looking at her inspiration boards and companions in aesthetic passions, as well as anything else on her feed like those fancy altered bell bottoms and the latest from Callis' fashion and art blog, that adorable cat photo, the shippy fandom posts and that one in depth analysis of a fictional vampire, collectively managed to kill her boredom. Not so much the hunger though. She huffed quietly as she rubbed her belly, trying to ease the ache just a little. It responded with an angry snarl.

She almost dropped her phone when she heard the door open behind her. She sat up, turning to face Hermia as she ran over to hug her.

"Went well then?"

Hermia nodded excitedly. "I think, I think, I got it in the bag!"

"Yes!" Helena hugged her back, extra tight. "I knew you could do it!"

As they hugged, Helena's stomach decided to voice its discontent once more. She felt her cheeks go bright red, and Hermia held her at arm's length, pouting.

"Hel! You skipped lunch again!"

"I left my purse at home..."

"You need to fix your alarm." She gave a long suffering sigh. "Sweetie, you should have come in and gotten a snack if you were hungry. I don't want you to starve."

"I didn't want to interrupt! This was so important to you!"

"Not more important than you. It wouldn't have been a problem, I swear." She sighed again and pressed a kiss to Helena's cheek. "It's okay. We can go out for dinner! My treat! We have something to celebrate, after all! Can't have my favourite fairy princess starving any longer!" As she said this, she gave Helena's tummy a pat, and it growled in response. Helena laughed, shaking her head.

"You're so sickly sweet sometimes. I love you."

"Love you too. Now get your shoes on, let's goooooo!" She pulled Helena's arm, urging her to get up, excited for their spontaneous dinner date, and Helena couldn't help but smile along. Hermia's enthusiasm was definitely infectious, and it was no wonder why she loved this girl.

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okay no takers for the oc questions (or if there were, Tumblr ate your asks again) but khajit has stories if you have emojis

one for the hunger girlies

Your character wants to make something to eat, but…

📞 …somebody is on an important call in the kitchen, and they can't come in and make noise.

🛒 …they realize they haven't been grocery shopping in far too long, and they can't make much with what they have.

🛌 …it's getting late, and they don't want to stay up past their bedtime.

🍳 …somebody else is cooking their own food right now, and they're taking up all the space/using the good pan/etc.

🛋️ …they can't make themself stop their current activity to get up and do it.

🍞 …somebody else ate the food/ingredients they were going to use.

🥱 …they're too exhausted to cook.

⌚ …they have somewhere to be soon, and they're worried making something will take too long.

🐁 …there's a mouse/big spider/wasp/etc in the kitchen, and they're too scared to go in.

🥦 …nothing in their kitchen is appealing to them.

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Hunger Kink OC Ask Game!

So I noticed a lot of people in the hunger kink community are coming up with OCs rn and I think we should have a game to get to know them better! Obviously this can be used for any kind of OCs, not just ones made specifically for hunger kink, but that's what these questions will be based on!

🍌 What's your favorite quick snack to have when you're too hungry to make a big meal?

😋 When were you the hungriest you've ever been in your life?

🔊 Is your stomach loud when you're hungry? Or is it mostly silent rumbles and hunger pangs?

🍲 What's a meal you make that always makes your stomach rumble for it, even if you didn't think you were hungry in the first place?

🫘 When was a time when you had a meal that was just a little too small, and left your stomach growling for more?

🤤 What foods do you crave when you're hungry?

😖 How would you describe the feeling of hunger for yourself? Does it feel good, does it hurt, does it make you excited to eat, or just make you wish it would end?

⏰ How often does your stomach growl?

🫣 Are you embarrassed when your stomach rumbles, or is it just a normal thing for you?

👥 When is a time that your stomach growled in front of someone else?

🍽️ Have you ever done a fast on purpose? How long did you go?

🤔 Do you forget to eat often? If so, what meal do you tend to forget about?

🗯️ When was the time your stomach growled the loudest?

🚫 What do you usually do when your stomach begins to rumble, but you can't eat right away?

😱 Has your stomach ever growled and surprised you because of it? Either because you didn't know you were hungry, or because of how loud it was?

👂 Do other people tend to notice when your stomach rumbles? Have they ever said anything about it?

👀 Do you tend to notice when OTHER people's stomach growl? Do you ever say or do anything?

😳 What's a time when you've heard someone's stomach rumbling around you?

🌎 Where were you was the last time your stomach rumbled? In a public place, at home?

☀️ What time of day would you say you get the hungriest? Is your stomach the loudest then too?

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I love the idea of someone spying on me through a magic orb and seeing my hungry tummy. The concept is so hot to me, imagine your belly is growling and then somewhere there is a villain/antagonist watching it groan for food and possibly thinking that your empty tummy sounds like music to their ears

ngl I want to be the villain in this scenario so bad

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Ended up coming back to this dream today (I don't remember much of the first part) where I was some feline-like creature and this friend told me that she was starving me on purpose (she did say she was gonna feed me later). She got to rub my empty belly as it rippled and growled with hunger, and it felt so nice to just lay there and let it happen. I think I did get fed later, but it was just so nice in the moment to see my hunger fetish like that in my dream. The fact I am hungry irl probs influenced my dream too

Oh man, that is such a hot dream

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honestly for a while, i've had a hunger fantasy where a sorcerer a la Ala//ddin takes over the kingdom and keeps me, the former thief turned prince's suitor, empty. I just love the idea of being at the mercy of someone who likes hunger and is also willing to tease my hungry tummy. Smiling at me and listening intently to the loud growls. Keeping me in a belly-baring outfit and stroking it to watch me squirm 😌

Mmm that is hot!

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my belly has been so empty recently...just woke up and it's rumbling loudly.

Damn

Living the dream

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What's your favorite kind of belly? Big? Small? Full? Empty? Soft? Taut?

empty 100%. Soft, hollow tummies that haven't seen food in just a little too long. Or a lot too long if I want to go hard on it. Though I'm typically more attracted to bigger bellies and chubby people, when I'm really in a kink mood I end up wanting tummies that hunger has done a number on - shrunken, starving tummies crying for mercy. Tummies that have been empty and achy so long their owners can't help but hold and rub them. Tummies that you can just tell haven't seen a good meal yet.

I actually hate the other end of the spectrum. Obviously I love feeding as aftercare and making sure a partner is comfortable and healthy and happy, but from a pure kink perspective, stuffing and overfeeding icks me out lol. I don't even know why. Turns the hunger kink tag into a bit of a minefield for me but it is what it is and I'm not going to complain about people enjoying their kinks in peace just because of my personal hang ups lol, especially not with something that goes so hand in hand. I don't even object to people coming here with their stuffing fantasies even though it's not my thing.

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8 & 9?

Do you like things to get rough, or do you tend to keep it soft and gentle? Or a combination of the two?

This is one of those things where it depends entirely on the mood I'm in. I like both for sure. Today, the mood is soft. Hungry cuddles, gentle belly rubs, soft teasing.

Do you like inflicting your kink on multiple characters at once, or do you prefer to focus on one while the others are just there for the plot?

I definitely prefer focusing on one character at a time. I don't know how to explain it, but focusing on one central character to starve makes it easier to concentrate on what's happening and what I want to happen, for me anyway. Could be a neurodivergent thing, but if too much is happening at once, it gets too much. On the other hand, I am also a sucker for post apocalypse survival or stranded survival scenarios, in which case, hungry groups are my bread and butter.

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ask game for belly kink artists, writers, and enjoyers of both (mostly leaning toward stuffing/inflation & hunger but some questions are more general)

Do you tend to exaggerate belly size or capacity? If so, how far from realism do you like to stray?

What's your favorite kind of belly? Big? Small? Full? Empty? Soft? Taut?

Do you enjoy fantasy scenarios, or do you tend to keep things more realistic? Or perhaps somewhere on a sliding scale between the two?

Do you have a particular type of character you like to use? Appearance, personality, etc?

Do you prefer to use OCs (your own or somebody else's) or characters from media? Do you have any favorites?

Are you a fan of burst teasing? If so, how far do you like to push it?

What's your favorite thing to fill a tummy with? Or do you prefer your tummies empty?

Do you like things to get rough, or do you tend to keep it soft and gentle? Or a combination of the two?

Do you like inflicting your kink on multiple characters at once, or do you prefer to focus on one while the others are just there for the plot?

What's the most extreme or intense instance of your kink you'll depict?

Do you have any favorite words or phrases relating to the belly?

Do you like upset tummies? What kinds of scenarios are your favorites?

Do you run through the whole series of events that got your character to the desired end result (ie. hunger -> eating -> stuffed), or do you tend to focus on just one part of the process at a time?

Are your characters into the kink themselves, or are they just unwitting vehicles for it?

Do you have any favorite belly tropes or scenarios in general?

Are there any guilty pleasures that you don't tend to share as much?

What's something you wish you saw more of?

Who are your favorite artists/writers in the community?

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April Fools

[In which Tony decides to give his husband the best breakfast ever]

 Tony had always been an early riser, and never was he more glad for that fact than April 1st. Don't get him wrong, as much as he loved a good joke or a prank, he wasn't the type to go all in on something ridiculous for April Fools', but far more importantly, April 1st was his husband's birthday.

He looked over at the love of his life, peacefully snoozing away. Paris was beautiful, if you asked Tony. The most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He lay there, one arm draped across his thin belly which was already beginning to grumble for breakfast, last night's meal long since digested.

This year, Tony had the perfect plan for how to celebrate Paris' birthday with just the right amount of mischief. Turning off his husband's alarm, just in case it took longer than expected to prepare, he got up and got to work.

Step one was simple: Prepare the best, most lavish and most overboard breakfast spread he possibly could. It would have everything. Bacon, crispy, just how Paris liked it, eggs over easy, scrambled, hard boiled, soft boiled with soldiers, toast with a variety of spreads, including their own home made preserves, pancakes with syrup, fresh waffles, fresh fruit prepared with a fancy flare, and a box of Paris' favourite cereal on the side just for good measure. Satisfied with his hard work, Tony went to wake his husband, gently shaking him awake.

"Paris? Honey?"

"Mmm?"

"I have a surprise for you, baby." He took Paris' hand, tugging to encourage him out of bed, and he easily went with him. He led him down to the kitchen and stopped by the door, sweeping his arm out. "Surprise! A big breakfast feast, just for your birthday!"

Paris' stomach rumbled audibly. "Wow. This is...a lot. It looks amazing."

"Hope you're hungry!" Tony took his seat, gesturing for Paris to sit beside him, and once the smaller man was settled in, Tony handed him a fork and knife. "I don't know about you, baby, but I am starving. Which is good for me, because April fools! You're not eating any of this food. Buuuuut, so it's still a gift for you, you have to feed me every single bite."

Paris smiled, toying with the fork. "Really? You're going to starve me on my birthday? Wow, so cruel." He pulled his shirt up to show Tony his shrunken stomach. When they had first met, it had been flat, but after a few years of tummy play it was a tad thinner, the sharpest edges of his ribs and hips visible. He ate well between bouts of hunger play and feederism, of course, but he did love these games. Tony, equally, had put on a few pounds since they'd first met, thanks to Paris' willingness to stuff him silly while he starved. "My tummy's already grumbling, Tony, you're really going to let it cry for nothing?"

"Maybe it can be comforted in how stuffed mine will be."

"Mmm, maybe." Paris moved, sliding off his chair and onto Tony's lap before getting a big forkful of bacon and bringing it up to Tony's lips. "Open wide."

Paris, of course, ensured Tony ate every single bite on the table, no matter how much his stomach protested. After all, if he had to suffer an empty stomach, his husband was going to suffer a stuffed one. And undeniably, Paris was suffering. The breakfast spread included some of his favourite foods, and man did he so badly want some. His belly growled throughout the entire meal and he kept his underfed core pressed to his husband's distended belly, as if the fullness would somehow transfer to him. With such a fun start to the day, Paris could tell this was going to be a fun birthday indeed.

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hunger is on the brain.....wrote a story and had to change the MC's outfit cause I couldn't stop imagining her tummy roaring for food and wanted it to be showing in case I wrote a hunger scene

The struggle is real

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Aw man the vamp is gone? Now do it again but their situation is even WORSE-

I would, if I could unfuck whatever's going wrong with the game lol

Anyone else want to make and starve some pretty vampires?