YCH 5, with examples of various price options!
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Reader insert story for my art "Heavy". Your masc boyfriend inflates your belly with hundreds of gallons of cake shake while praising you for being a good piggy, then soothes your aching tummy after you break the kitchen counter under it and get a horrible bellyache from growing to the size of three yoga balls. EXTREME inflation/talk of weight gain, pig play, praising/praise kink, submissive male feedee reader, dominant male feeder, immobility.
1,864 words, 5 pages long (single spaced). The reader isn't stated to be cis or trans, so as long as you're okay with being referred to as a boy, you can seamlessly imagine yourself in the shoes of the ballooning boy in Heavy.
Excerpt (link to full story under the cut!):
While your eyes are closed in pure bliss, firm hands come to rest atop the curve of your growing belly—and all of a sudden they start pushing into your expanse, alternating like the pedals of a bike, sending thick, rippling waves through the sea of cake shake in your gut. The feeling is euphoric. You hiccup around the tube as the kneading adds to all of the motion in your enormous belly, and finally open your eyes to watch the muscles of his strong arms working, churning the cake shake within you like butter. With how fattening it is, how many calories are already packed into you and sliding down your throat at tens of thousands per minute, it may as well be.
Your skin is beginning to grow flushed, a rosy hue creeping over the skin beginning with your overstretched bellybutton. Your stomach gurgles ominously, but still you don't stop. You won't burst. He believes you can take it.
Your partner smooths a hand across the curve of your titanic tummy, making you sigh through your nose as your eyes flutter closed.
"Good boy. Good little piggie. Just keep drinking and getting fatter. Grow for me, big boy."
You're panting through your nose now. The edges of your glutted tummy are hanging off of the edges of the counter, having expanded too wide for it. It sticks out six feet in front of you and still rapidly expanding out of control. The counter shudders beneath you; you feel the rumbles slosh the contents of your tummy, rippling through your massive belly and everything within it. Wood begins to splinter; you can't see past your enormous blubber blimp of a gut but you can hear it.
FULL STORY:
Taking suggestions for the lactose intolerant catboy milk inflation/tummyache drive! It will be art based, with tips, reblogs, and deviantart comments as the ways to fill his tummy. 5 tips from the same person will add a whole orange to his tum on top of the milk to really make his tummy hurt worse, but I plan on having other bonuses for tippers too. Looking for suggestions on what you guys would like to see. Things like
Send your thoughts and requests here!
A catboy sneaks into a dairy and drinks 4,000 gallons of milk from the dairy storage tank until he accidentally jams the lever at full power, developing a massive tummyache and expanding to the size of the whole milk parlor as all that milk blasts down his gullet! Just over 1,200 words.
EXTREME room sized inflation, bellyaches, and liquid inflation/expansion.
Excerpt:
He lapped and lapped as his belly began to expand to the size of a basketball, then surpassed it, burbling warningly to deaf ears. It swelled further, his waistline steadily widening to the circumference of a beach ball like a balloon being inflated—then a yoga ball, weighing heavily on his spine until his back bowed under its weight with another loud slosh, his overstretched navel brushing the cold cement floor.
He grew and grew, sighing with relief as his belly hung down to the floor, which now offered his back some relief by taking its full weight. The milk showed no stopping or even slowing, rushing down his throat like a massive waterfall of sweet calories against a background of glugglugglugglugglug, gushing into his exponentially stretching belly. The smooth, pink-flushed skin of his mammoth tummy crept steadily outward along the cold cement floor, rising higher and sticking out further as he expanded, oblivious still to his own size.
And then—the catboy began to rise off of the floor too! His tummy had filled with so much milk that it began to raise him from the ground...
Link to full story under the cut!
I'm also considering doing a milk inflation tummyache/growth drive for a very lactose intolerant catboy because of how high my vet bills have been but tbh I'm undecided... a ton of work went into my wg drive and only 4 different people commented across 5 colored, shaded, and lined pics of 2 characters each/only 2 people tipped so I definitely won't do another weight gain drive again. Not sure if the tummyache/liquid inflation/tummy torture kink community is more engaged considering that I do get a decent amount of asks about it, but if anyone has thoughts on this or suggestions for the drive I would appreciate them! Send them here.
Meet Peppermint! He's a whole new mouse tiny I'm introducing for the first time since returning here. Peppermint's kept at the same research institute as Marshy, but he's used for research on tum capacity and thirst as opposed to obesity.
He's genetically engineered to never reach satiety where thirst is concerned, and his belly can expand more or less infinitely. His keepers have to be careful about how many times they fill up his water bottle, because if people aren't sure to fill out the log on his cage saying that they refilled it, he could get it refilled way too many times in one day and end up completely immobile, a little water balloon with mousey ears and tail.
Maybe that's what happened here? Either way, he's enjoying himself - he loooves to drink.
Send drawing/story suggestions or kink scenarios for Peppermint here!
A catboy and his sloshy, milky tum. He still doesn't have a name!!
Send art and writing suggestions for the pampered plumpster, or share scenarios you'd like to see him in, here!
Also, please imagine force feeding a tiny ice cubes, one after the next until his poor tum is stretched so thin and full of so many cubes it has the consistency of a bag of ice you get at the grocery store. The tiny weeps and begs you to stop, because the ice is burning the sensitive walls of his stomach and the sharp edges of the ice cubes are poking it and he's afraid that one of them will just pop him open. Every time he complains or cries too much, you punish him by giving him a good shake, listening to the ice rattle in his poor swollen belly like change in a bag. Over time they begin to melt and the remaining chunks of ice float and bob around inside of him, bumping into the walls of his tummy and making him terribly queasy as he eventually takes on the size and shape of a water balloon, sloshing every time he moves, including when he rocks back and forth, weeping and clutching his poor tum.
Depending on how round neko's tummy is after all that milk, maybe we could use it as an exercise ball. Make him roll around, squish it against the ground, shoving feet and hands all over it, and having the gut take all the weight of someone.
How would you punish neko boy’s achy milk tummy?
I love characters with full, sloshy bellies rolling around! He’d feel it all swirling around inside of his poor overstretched tum, gurgling and splashing against the sides of his stomach, and there’d be so much pressure, too. He’d scream and struggle very hard if someone tried to sit on his gut, desperately pleading that they get up before he pops, tum misshapen like a soft squishy seat.
Belly torture, rapid expansion, micro i.e. G/t, bellyaches and noises, inflation, etc. A tiny’s sadistic keeper forces him to drink a ton of vinegar and chase it down with a whole bottle cap full of baking soda, then sits back and enjoys the results.
“P-please, I don’t think this is such a good ide--” The tiny’s plea is cut off by another sudden swell of his tummy as the human quite forcefully squeezes the eyedropper in his mouth, shooting a harsh stream of vinegar right down his throat and all the way into his little stomach without him even swallowing. He moans and rubs at the grape-sized swell when the human pulls the eyedropper out of his mouth for the second time, feeling much too ill to attempt to stifle the sour, sick burp that almost immediately follows, the air that the human squeezed into him with all the vinegar rising to the surface of his liquid filled stomach.
He realizes with horror that the big hand is dipping the eyedropper back into the bottle towering a few inches away from where he sits, and when its owner stops squeezing the bulb at the end of the plastic pipette, vinegar climbs all the way up and fills every inch of the tube. Surely he can't expect all of that to fit in my tummy! I'll burst!
“Please--” He begins, shaking his head and protectively wrapping one arm around his bulging midsection as he scoots backwards with wide eyes. The vinegar in his belly audibly sloshes with the movement, weighing heavily inside of him. “I can't hold that much. My tummy's too full! I'll pop if you put any more in!”
“Nonsense,” the human coos, gently ruffling the hair on the top of the tiny's head with one fingertip before softly caressing the curve of the tiny’s ripe, flushed little belly. “You've got lots of room left in there. That belly's just begging to be filled. Think of how nice it'll be to feel so big and full.”
“It hurts,” the tiny whimpers.
The enormous hand ignores him and holds the end of the pipette up to his mouth. “Open up, now.”
The tiny whimpers but does as he's told, opening his mouth as wide as he can to fit around the end of the tube as he prepares to suckle. He doesn't have a chance to, however - an abrupt squeeze of the bulb shoots it all directly into his stomach a second time, making his tummy abruptly expand in all directions and strain like an over-ripe fruit tight and fat with juice. He cries out in pain and rests both hands on the sides of his gut with a little wail, rubbing pathetically even though he knows it won’t do any good.
“There you go,” says the human, again petting the top of his head, then stroking the bulge of his sloshing belly. The giant's finger moves to his belly and he desperately tries to scoot away only to realize that he's too enormous and heavy to budge. The fingertip runs along the taut surface of his gut, lingering over his tight-stretched bellybutton. “All done with your drink. You must feel like a little water balloon, don't you?”
He whimpers and nods.
“I'm not surprised. That’s unfortunate, though, because I still have a little treat for you. You have to eat it fast, though.” He very lightly presses his navel, making its contents audibly blorp and slosh inside of the poor tiny, who bites his lip unhappily.
Omg I would just love to give one of your tinies a ton to drink, and just see how full and sloshy their bellies become!
tell me what you’d feed my tinies/fill them with or do to them/their fat little tums
yesssss!!
at some point after his metamorphosis caterpillar boy finds a hummingbird feeder full of nothing but sugar water and absolutely goes to TOWN…. the little guy’s belly gets massive and sloshy, and his added weight combined with the weight of so much liquid make it impossible for him to hold onto the feeder when a light breeze moves through. he falls off of it and lands right onto his tum and it’s just kinda like a water balloon plopping onto the ground. when he tries to get up, though, he realizes that his wings aren’t strong enough to lift such a huge belly….
also imagine marshmallow going for a swim in a big bowl full of milkshake and gorging until his tum is a massive, wobbling, sloshy orb he can’t even see over…. he will need lots of tummy pats
