every once in a while, I remember I have this blog. how have y’all been?
A lot of this kink for me is about making someone feel comfortable and sated. I want you to relax while I make you food, I want you to enjoy everything you eat and not hold back, I want you to feel warm and appreciated by me. Watching someone else eat lots is so cute to me. It’s just like I want to take care of someone. I want someone to get round off of me doting over them and making sure their belly is always filled, maybe even overfilled at points. I just love the idea of making someone feel so comfortable with eating that they just eat to their heart’s content all the time and always indulge themselves, and get chubbier and softer as a result. If you’re not struggling and heaving to get up after we’ve eaten together, I’m not loving you hard enough. And then, after stuffing themselves to the brim, I want them to rest and sleep off their food coma somewhere warm and cozy.
thanksgiving thoughts: button-up flannel shirts are perfectly seasonal, ESPECIALLY when they’re just a bit too tight. Not only do they cinch the fat of your tummy into rolls, but they challenge you to eat more until the buttons pop :) :) :)
omg hiii 🥺🥺 i rlly love your stories! i’m trying to build the courage up to message you
You’re so sweet!! ♥️ PM any time!!! 🥺 If it’s okay I’ll message you later!
heyy! sorry if this is a really weird question lmao. I was wondering what ur view on slice of life aspects in smut was (ex. couple being cute & getting ready for work or smthn post smut). is it cute or is it jarring? thanks ☺️ also ily & ur blog 💕
ily more anon. Hope you’re having a good (and safe) evening. Ty for stopping by!
ABSOLUTELY not a weird question.
Slice of life in smut is absolutely phenomenal.
Ofc, one-shot smut is a beautiful form of writing. But sometimes, I’m in the mood to read/write a piece that has a lot more emotional depth. It always makes me happy when I see love go deeper than just fucking. It feels a little more home-y, and you can really work it to flesh out the personality of the characters–for me, I feel like it flexes me out of my comfort zone as a writer. I’m more compelled to read a long af piece if it develops the romance side of stuff too. This is mostly why I take forever to get a piece off the presses, I want to write one really long, really good piece for y'all
tldr:
every once in a while, I remember I have this blog. how have y’all been?
hewwo jus sharing some markhyuck dumps if you’d like i guess…
note: this was a submission from @jjsuhs (who unfortunately deactivated/deleted before I got to this!! I’m so v v sorry darling, I hope you’re out there somewhere ‘nd you come back to join us!). I haven’t been as active lately so I didn’t get the chance to post it, but it’s been here for a while and it’s absolutely amazing! all props to @jjsuhs (wherever you may be. hope you see this)!!! ENJOY!
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Mark was dragged into the small hole-in-the-wall restaurant before he could disagree with Donghyuck.
“Come on they’re having a beat the record holder’s bowls of ramen in 2 hours deal! Don’t you wanna eat for free?” Donghyuck pointed out. He was right though and it was appealing. They were both broke college students who barely had savings in their bank accounts, let alone enough money to actually eat 3 full meals during the week. Mark was quickly ushered into a seat inside the booth and Donghyuck slid into the opposite side.
“What happens if we can’t beat it?” Mark asked, because beating 6 bowls was no joke. Sure, he was hungry, but could he do it fast enough.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we can. Easy.”
That was an hour ago.
Mark was on his fourth bowl of ramen, his second Tonkotsu soup. His stomach felt full after the first two bowls he had and the serving sizes were no joke. He took a deep breath and slurped the noodles quickly with the broth, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. Though, it proved to be difficult when a burp cut him short and surely, his pants were starting to fit too tightly around his waist.
“Mark Lee– hic!– don’t give up yet…” Donghyuck urged him from across, he was just finishing his fourth bowl as well, the bright orange sauce from his Tantanmen staining the corners of his lips. He downed the bottle of coke to his right and let out a huge belch while patting his stomach. It mounded out hugely in front of his small frame, and the fitted shirt he wore did nothing to conceal the damage. His tanned skin was showing and just a little more, his belly button would probably pop. Thank god he was wearing sweatpants.
The combination of spicy soup and carbonated drinks had only made the poor boy swell larger and gassier. But he couldn’t let that stop him.
Mark swallowed and watched his best friend continue to gorge himself on his next bowl. Renewed with vigor, Mark took the bowl into his hands and almost instantly finished it and fell back his seat with a grunt.
“Urgh…” He belched into his fist and whined at the feeling of the noodles and soup setting into his stomach. It was stretching out even more, as if he just ate two bowls at a time due to the speed he was going. He knew he couldn’t stop now, as he tried to match Donghyuck’s speed.
Mark pulled the fifth bowl of ramen, this time, shoyu, closer to him. He really felt so sluggish and blown up from all the food he already had and the water he’d been drinking didn’t help either.
“Almost there…” Donghyuck encourages them both, halfway through his fifth so quickly. Mark didn’t know how he was doing it but definitely there was a pay off. Donghyuck hiccuped again and rubbed his belly before shoving in a new batch of noodles and egg into his mouth. He had to convince himself to ignore the heavy lethargic feeling that was overtaking him because god, they were already so close to their goal. Mark sighed and dug in as well.
Ten minutes left in the clock and Donghyuck was now on his eighth and final bowl.
“Fuck, can’t go anymore…” Donghyuck mumbled and clutched his belly. It was surprisingly pressing up against the table, but Mark wasn’t surprised after all the bottles of coke and side dishes that Donghyuck also demolished. The younger boy groans and tries to ease the pain by rubbing and forcing himself to hiccup. At least the store was quiet, and it was just the two of them left. They could be as shameless as they wanted.
Mark slammed down his ninth bowl and reached out for the next one. He had no idea how he got this far.
His pants were long unbuttoned and his huge gut was outlined on his oversized shirt. He wasn’t entirely sure of the damage done but he could feel himself getting drowsier.
“Are you insane,” Donghyuck hissed when he saw Mark poise to chug the last bowl in front of him. Mark paid no attention before he took a deep breath and started swallowing everything down.
It felt like forever before he set the bowl down with a large burp and groan from his poor belly. Mark leaned back and saw his gut push out further, raising the formerly loose shirt and revealing a sliver or stretched taut skin.
“Hyuck, I– buuuuurp… Ugh… oh my god…” His sentence was overtaken by non-stop belches and contrary to that, his stomach looked like it was only ballooning further. “T-Thought that’s supposed to help… get rid of the–hic!–fuck…” He moaned painfully and felt his insides stretching to accommodate everything.
“Heh… what did I say… I knew we could–urp!– do it…” Donghyuck replied, nursing his own food baby. The two were riddled with gurgling bellies and lethargy, but the spell was broken as they had to get up, pay, and leave as the store was closing.
On the way back to their dorm, Mark couldn’t help but stop and wince at the new weight he was carrying. Both their gait changed drastically and Donghyuck swayed while trying to steady both of them. Their stomachs poked out of their jackets and they knew, it wasn’t going to go down anytime soon.
When they got to their room, Donghyuck muttered a goodnight while crashing into his bed. His stomach stuck up cutely with his hand over it as he slept and Mark left to take care of his own damage in the living room.
Without thinking so much, he found himself in front of the fridge and grabbing the still-full tub of rocky road ice cream from the freezer.
Armed with a spoon and a prayer, Mark plopped down the couch and turned on the television. Cold cream slid down his gullet as if he never ate ten bowls of ramen earlier that night.
After two episodes, the damage was more than done as Mark was huffing and shirtless, sticky ice cream on his chest and only wearing his tightening boxers. His gut was huge, large enough for someone to think he’s pregnant, hard as rock and unmoving yet heavy on his growing erection. His small frame looked like it was even filling out too.
“Man, fuck…” He growled while drinking the tub dry. He almost wanted more to satisfy this new unquenchable hunger he found. He had difficulty pushing out the gas, and he whimpered uselessly while reaching for his dick under his chubbed up gut.
He’s sweating by the time he finished, belly shining with a sheen of sweat and quieting down and growing heavier by the minute. Mark let the sleepiness wash over him, and didn’t care whether Donghyuck found him sprawled on their couch like this because they were both in the same position. Sated, bloated, and dazed out of their fucking minds from their food coma.
It's rlly awesome that you've got a boyf who accepts what youre into and also generally great!! Hope you two are very happy - dream anon :)
LMAO I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I posted this without responding. I’m a phenom w/ tech, I know!
Anyway! Dream anon you’re so so cute! I’m so glad that you’re back to visit 🥰. I hope you’ve been well!
It's rlly awesome that you've got a boyf who accepts what youre into and also generally great!! Hope you two are very happy - dream anon :)
LMAO I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I posted this without responding. I’m a phenom w/ tech, I know!
Anyway! Dream anon you’re so so cute! I’m so glad that you’re back to visit 🥰. I hope you’ve been well!
Also I’m super sorry for disappearing! Summer is here officially for me around Monday, and I’ve got a few LONG stories to deliver to yall to celebrate lmao
