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too full to pull himself up

[ID: a drawing of a dragon with a very round belly struggling to pull himself up onto a surface, his disproportionately tiny wings flapping frantically and his legs kicking in the air.]

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If Looks Could Kill - OT7 × Vampire! (Fem) Reader, a vampire story, a twist, a secret, and a rainy day on a cruise [ Request ] A ✓

him - BTS member × Stalker! (Fem) Reader, you're just taking what's yours A ✓

Take It Easy - Jin × Reader, College!AU, Your boyfriend makes you take a day off F ✓

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Ocean Eyes - Merman! Jimin × Fem! Reader, College AU A one night stand gone wrong- ish? You were a marine biology major because you loved animals and the sea. They say if you do something you enjoy for a living you'll never work a day in your life. So why are so stressed? Your friends decide you need a day out and drag you to a Frat party. A, F , M , C

memory - Kim Taehyung × Reader "Memories's warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart." - Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore) You've had memory loss since you were born. Your friend from birth, Kim Taehyung, tells you you really aren't missing much. You're constantly bugging him to tell you about the past but he never does. Why? A, F ✓

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Updated: June 2, 2019

Created: May 7, 2019

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this isnt what i wanted it to be nor is it particularly good but what ever youre getting it

[ID: a drawing of a person's torso, shaded in black and white, showing him holding his bloated tummy with both hands. his pants are unbuttoned and his shirt has ridden up slightly.]

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poor little pregnant dragon sunny for u. since prangent dragon has been leading the poll

[ID: two drawings of a very heavily pregnant dragon. in the first, he's sitting back and looking affectionately at his belly, where a single kick is visible. in the second he's laying on his very round belly looking exhausted, with a couple kicks visible.]

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ok ill join the dragon bandwagon. with a little sunny dragon

[ID: a drawing of a tiny star-covered dragon laying on his back, hands resting on his full round belly, a partially-eaten cupcake on one side of him and a pair of cherries, one eaten and one half-eaten, on the other. the dragon looks sheepishly up over his shoulder as a nearby voice exclaims "you...!!"]

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Oh no, I'm obsessed with Sunny Dragon

Our Little Guyyy

[ID: a drawing of a fuzzy little dragon sitting on the floor, scratching his chin thoughtfully with one hand and resting the other on his round belly, labeled "one (1) grape."]

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sunny won the mpreg poll everyone say Good Job Sunny [hes not listening hes too busy struggling with his outfit]

[ID: a drawing of a pregnant guy, labeled "chilly," grumpily trying to pull his shirt down over his round belly.]

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Doodle idea! 2 character trying to squeeze through a door way but ther stuffed tummys have them stuck together

mindcraft villager behavior💖 2 separate versions bc i had 2 visions

[ID: two drawings of the same scenario: two people squeezed together in a doorway, their backs to the frame and their full tummies pressed together. the first drawing shows two women in the doorway, one laughing at their predicament and the other looking surprised and amused. the second shows a tall, annoyed-looking woman saying "Do you mind." and a short man smiling innocently up at her and saying "no."]

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tiny little prompt drabble

[post-stuffing stuffing, hand-feeding, tummyache]

"I can't eat any more," groaned Sunny, leaning back in his seat. Marianne looked down at him. His tummy pushed out against the table, a sliver of hairy skin peeking out between the bottom of his shirt and the too-snug waist of his pants.

"Mm, you do look pretty full, sweetpea," said Marianne. She'd given him an enormous serving on purpose; there was no way he would've been able to finish it. The plate was nearly as big as he was, and it had been filled to the brim with hot, saucy pasta, beautiful seared scallops, and buttery garlic bread. Now, there was only a small portion left. Truthfully, she hadn't expected him to get as far as he did, but there was certainly no wondering where he put it all; his belly looked very uncomfortably full.

"Do you want the rest?" He looked up at her with his big sorrowful eyes. Marianne had already cleaned her plate. She'd eaten almost as much as he had, but then, she was about twice his size. She considered his offer for a moment.

"Oh, I don't know, cutie pie, I'm pretty full myself," she lied. "You sure you can't finish?" As if to answer for him, his belly let out an uneasy gurgle, and he hiccuped. Still, he said nothing, thinking it over.

"Here, sweetheart, why don't you let me help you out?" She reached out and slowly, gracefully twirled up a forkful of pasta. He watched, almost mesmerized by the motion, and she gently brought the fork to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, then, obediently, he opened up.

Sunny was far too full for that bite of pasta, and the one that followed, and the one after that. Still, for Marianne, he ate, ignoring the ache in his overstretched stomach, and his tummy rumbled unhappily as it strained to hold the enormous meal. He let her feed him until the pressure inside him was so great that he didn't think he could swallow another bite. He almost said so, too, until he realized that the plate was now empty; the next bite would be the last. If he could finish that final forkful, he'd have eaten the whole thing for her. The thought delighted him; he knew it would make her happy. Proud, even. For that, despite his sore, taut belly, he could push through.

Marianne brought the final bite to his mouth and he took it, but when it came time to swallow, he stopped. His belly was unbelievably full. Marianne saw the hesitation, and, setting the fork down, she placed a hand on his tummy. It was tight and hard, pushing out uncomfortably from his skinny frame. Gently, she began to rub soft circles over his distended stomach, and, almost unconsciously, he arched his back slightly, nudging his belly against her hand. It let out a queasy rumble. Finally, with a deep breath, Sunny forced himself to swallow, and Marianne could feel his stomach groan under her hand as it struggled to make room.

"Oh my goodness, Sunny honey, I can't believe you finished all that," she beamed, cupping his face with both hands. He looked up at her adoringly, leaning his cheek into her palm, and hiccuped.

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Since you’ve dabbled in pregnant sunny becore… Could we perhaps see a early pregnancy sunny dealing with some nausea or a tummy ache?

[ID: a doodle of a pregnant guy sitting on a couch, leaning back and resting his hands on his upset tummy with a miserable expression. a woman is standing behind the couch, leaning down to caress his head. he says "I'm going to die," and she begins to respond "you're not go-" but is cut off as he repeats "I'm going to die."]

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Sunny and the colony of fairies? :3c

i was just gonna do generic little dudes but fuckit. for once in his life sunnys the tallest guy around

[ID: a drawing of a guy sitting in the grass looking bewildered. vines are holding onto one of his arms and one of his legs, and several tiny fairies are sitting and flying on and around him, many of them preparing to feed him berries. his tummy is already very full and pokes out noticeably.]

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dan & sunny disastrous sleepover event

[hunger, stuffing, tummyache, mild burping]

"I'm starving," Dan groaned dramatically, laying upside down on the couch with their arms dangling to the floor. As if to emphasize the point, their belly rumbled loudly. "What's open right now?"

"I have no idea. The diner?" Sunny suggested, looking up at them from the floor. He'd been laying on his back on the rug, idly flipping through a magazine which he'd accidentally dropped on his face at least five times now.

"I don't wanna go in anywhere," said Dan. "Mario's delivers, right? Are they open?"

"What time is it?"

"Umm…" Dan struggled to fish their phone out of their pocket, and as they did, they slipped off the couch and landed right across Sunny. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him, and the magazine tumbled from his hands to his face once again.

"Quarter to eleven," they said, phone in hand.

"Oh, yeah, they don't close 'til one, I think. We could order something." Sunny plucked the magazine from his face and tossed it aside.

"Aw, sweet!"

Guided by impulse and their empty stomachs, the two friends ordered so much food that when Sunny answered the door, the delivery guy seemed surprised to see only one other person milling about behind him. It was an impressive order: a large pizza with mushrooms and olives, two orders of breadsticks, one of garlic knots, one of mozzarella sticks, a slice of cheesecake for each of them, and an enormous cinnamon roll to share. Anybody who looked at the two of them, skinny little things that they were, might have thought that their eyes were bigger than their stomachs, and they'd be correct. Nevertheless, the food was here, and, tummies growling, they sat down on the floor with it and dug in.

The friends started off strong, neither of them having eaten since earlier in the day. Within ten minutes, the first serving of breadsticks and half the garlic knots had been demolished as well as a slice of pizza each, and they'd made a good dent in the mozzarella sticks. Having sated their immediate hunger, they slowed down a little, and Sunny grabbed another slice of pizza while Dan dipped into their cheesecake.

"We are so smart for this," said Dan through a mouthful of cake. Sunny made a muffled sound of agreement as he wrestled with the stringy cheese. Dan's belly rumbled as it filled up, gurgling and bubbling as their stomach shifted around all the bulky cheesy carbs and the air they'd swallowed in their hurry to eat it. Sunny's stomach was similarly filled with air--perhaps even more so, with his tendency to wolf down big bites--and a large burp suddenly escaped from him. Dan looked at him, surprised, and they both broke out into laughter. Laughing jostled Dan's belly enough to dislodge a burp of their own, and they both found themselves struggling to recover from their fits of giggles.

"We're such dumbasses," Sunny giggled, coughing.

"Maybe you are," teased Dan, scooping up another bite of cake. Sunny stuck his tongue out at them and finished off his slice of pizza. He was beginning to feel full now, as was Dan, but they both knew the food would be best while it was fresh, and they intended to make the most of it.

Dan finished their cake, and their belly now bulged firmly over the edge of their pajama pants, peeking out from beneath their too-short shirt that had only just covered it when they'd started. Stuffed full, their stomach gurgled and grumbled away as it fought to digest everything inside it, but they weren't finished yet. Ignoring their bloated tummy, Dan joined Sunny in getting another slice of pizza.

As Sunny started on his third piece, he was becoming vaguely aware that perhaps letting their stomachs do the thinking hadn't been the best idea, but he didn't particularly care; hot pizza was too good to resist. Looking down, he saw that his tummy was poking out against his oversized pajama shirt. He placed a hand on it and was surprised to find it tight and firm, absolutely stuffed with bread and cheese. He contemplated this for a moment, then contemplated the hot, melty slice of pizza in his hand. The pizza won.

Dan was beginning to slow down considerably. The second slice of pizza, following everything else, was proving to be too much. Still, despite their tightly-stretched stomach, they found themselves unable to stop eating. They knew it would never be as good the next day, and the melty cheese and savory mushrooms and olives were too enticing.

Between bites of pizza, the friends polished off the rest of the garlic knots and mozzarella sticks as well as a few breadsticks from the second order, and Sunny snuck in a few bites of his own cake. By the time they were both finished with their current slice, their bellies were bulging absurdly from their small frames, tight as drums and beginning to ache. Dan's belly rumbled loudly and an enormous burp erupted from them. This time, though, they were both too stuffed to laugh.

"We should probably put the rest of this away," said Sunny, rubbing his distended belly.

"Ugh, please," Dan groaned, flopping back onto the floor, their round tummy sticking straight up. Sunny leaned forward with a soft grunt of discomfort and began closing up the few remaining boxes. With some difficulty, Dan pushed themself upright to gather the empty ones. As they cleaned, though, their eyes fell simultaneously upon the untouched cinnamon roll, and they paused.

"We shouldn't open that," said Dan, staring longingly at the box.

"Yeah," Sunny agreed. The smell was unbelievably alluring.

"I wonder if it's still hot."

"Probably."

"Wonder if it'll be as good reheated."

"Doubt it."

"Maybe we should just have a tiny bit," Dan suggested.

"Just a bite," Sunny agreed. He opened the box and they peered in. Inside sat an enormous cinnamon roll, dripping with icing and still steaming. They gazed upon it in awe, momentarily forgetting just how stuffed they were, then picked up the plastic forks that had come with it and dug in.

It didn't take long for both of their stomachs to reach their limits, but the cinnamon roll was irresistible, and together, by some miracle--or, perhaps, the opposite of a miracle--they managed to finish it. Dan fell back onto the floor with a moan, their belly stretched so tight they could barely breathe. Their tiny pajama shirt had ridden up to their chest, leaving their enormously swollen belly on full display. Sunny barely noticed this grand display; he was too full to think. He leaned back against the couch, holding his hands cautiously against his bulging tummy. It was rock solid, not a bit of give left to it, and pushed out hard against his shirt.

"I'm so full," he groaned, laying his head back against the couch cushion. "Why did we do that?"

"Because we're dumbasses," Dan moaned, rubbing their aching belly. "I think I'm gonna explode."

There they lay, side by side, moaning and groaning, bellies gurgling as they strained against the enormous quantity of food that had been crammed into them. Sunny forced up a tiny burp, desperate to relieve the immense pressure inside him, but it didn't help. Dan carefully massaged their belly, hoping to encourage digestion, but it was no use. They were both unbearably stuffed.

Suddenly, the door opened, and they both looked up, startled. The surprise quickly turned to sheepishness and shame as their eyes met Jesse's, and he looked down at them, astonished, as he stood in the doorway. His eyes moved from one to the other, from their guilty faces to their distended bellies, then to the carnage spread out on the floor around them, finally landing on the ceiling in a look of exasperation.

"I'm never leaving you two alone again."

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tiny sunny preg doodle

[ID: a drawing of a hairy pregnant guy sitting and looking disapprovingly down at his belly.]

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Fill sunny up with soda and mentos and shake him

[ID: a series of drawings of a guy. the first four are very scribbly doodles depicting him having soda poured into his mouth followed by a Mento, then being picked up by a giant hand and shaken. the fifth is a more detailed drawing which shows him sitting on the floor looking disoriented with a very bloated tummy.]

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tiny little sunny & marianne thing. in which marianne stuffs him Just Right

[hunger, mild stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny's big dark eyes followed the forkful of mashed potatoes as Marianne waved it teasingly before his face. His belly rumbled. She smiled approvingly and placed a hand on his side, gently rubbing his hollow tummy with her thumb.

"Hungry?"

He nodded, and winced as his stomach let out another loud growl. Sunny wasn't nearly as invested in the whole feedism thing as Marianne was; all he really wanted right now was to fill his empty tummy. She wanted to play with him, though, and he simply couldn't turn her down, especially if it meant he'd get to eat the lovely-looking meal she'd put together. It sat tauntingly on the table before him, and he had to fight to keep the drool inside his mouth as the smell of it wafted around him.

Smiling, Marianne slowly brought the fork to his lips, but, just as he tried to take the potatoes in his mouth, she pulled it away. A tiny whine of disappointment escaped him, and he looked pleadingly up at her.

"How silly of me," she said slyly, dipping the fork into the pool of hot gravy on the plate. "I forgot to get a little gravy on there. That wouldn't be nearly as good, would it?" Sunny's belly rumbled impatiently as he watched her move agonizingly slowly. Finally, she brought the potatoes back to his mouth, and this time, she let him eat it. He let out a soft sigh of relief and pleasure at the taste of the fluffy, buttery potatoes and the hot, savory gravy. His blissful expression made Marianne's heart melt, and it was all she could do not to just stuff him silly on the spot. She had every intention of taking it slow, though, and she made sure to enjoy his hungry, puppy-eyed face as he watched her pick up a bite of chicken.

"Now, don't go telling anybody, cutie pie, but I stole this recipe from work," she said, idly examining the piece of chicken on the fork. "Pretty basic. Garlic, rosemary, lemon, all that good stuff. A whole hell of a lot of butter, I'll tell you that. The trick is cookin' it just right. Get it a little crispy on the outside, nice and juicy on the inside…" Her eyes shifted from the fork to his face, and she was both pleased and amused to see that he looked positively entranced, on the verge of drooling as he stared longingly at the chicken.

"Well, don't you just look like a poor little starved puppy," she teased, unable to hold back a grin. "I guess that little bite of potato didn't fill you up at all, hm?" As if to answer for him, his belly rumbled pitifully. Moving slowly and deliberately, she took his chin in her hand, and his eyes met hers as she fed him the piece of chicken. Ordinarily, as hungry as he was, he would have inhaled it too quickly to even taste it, but this time he chewed slowly, taking care to enjoy it. It was exactly as delicious as she'd made it sound.

"Getting full yet?" She ran her hand lightly over his sunken tummy, and he shivered at the delicate sensation. He shook his head, and his stomach growled again, loudly enough for her to feel the vibration under her hand.

"I'm starving," he complained, hugging his arms around his belly.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about that," she chuckled, scooping up another forkful of mashed potatoes. "Open up, sweetpea."

Obediently, he ate, and his aching stomach began to relax as it finally received a more substantial amount of food. As she fed him, Marianne took him into her arm, letting him lay his head back against her chest and savoring the way he gazed adoringly up at her. One hand rested over his belly as she held him against her, the other feeding him bites of homemade chicken and potatoes.

Gradually, Sunny's belly began to fill out against his shirt, and Marianne rubbed it softly as he ate, enjoying the gentle curve of it as it grew fuller and fuller. Watching him, she realized the rubbing was making him sleepy, and she paused to give his tummy a pat. It felt taut and firm, undeniably stuffed full, but he didn't look uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, he looked completely serene.

"Getting full now?" She continued rubbing his belly, pressing in gently to test the tightness of it.

"Mm-hm," he sighed sleepily. His tummy gurgled under her hand, and he let out a small burp.

"Think your tummy can take a little more?"

"Maybe a little."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear." Smiling warmly at him, she brought another bite to his mouth.

The plate was big, filled with far more food than Sunny's belly could hold, and about a quarter of it remained by the time he was too full to eat any more. Marianne watched the shallow rise and fall of his tightly-stuffed tummy, enjoying the way it strained against his snug shirt and tightened under her hand with each breath. He yawned, and she took a certain pleasure in the feeling of his belly expanding to its limit before deflating again. She wanted to feed him more, to push him until his belly was stretched to its absolute limit, but he looked so sweet and content that she didn’t have the heart to give him a tummyache. Still slowly rubbing with one hand, she set down the fork and cupped his jaw with the other, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"You did a good job, Sunny honey," she said, giving his rounded belly a gentle pat. He smiled sweetly up at her, his dark eyes sparkling.

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getting sunny prangent again hes in his cozy little outfit

[ID: a side view drawing of a pregnant guy wearing a sweater and pajama pants, resting his hand on his tummy.]