There is nothing I love more than that pain that sets in after eating past your limits. It’s creeps up slowly, but you can’t help but eat more, eat more, as you struggle to breathe, feeling more turned on by every bite, until you collapse in a painful ecstasy.
Summary:
This is an alternative sequel to Regretti and deviation from Caveatelli.
Who knew something as simple as breaking a leg would spiral into
something like this. Sans definitely didn’t.
Notes: This is a sequel of Regretti and deviation from Caveatelli. I would also like to give credit to @nsfwsinningsans for theirfanart that inspired this horrible concoction. Also,
this is my submission for the Undertail Fanfic Contest under the “Gore”
category. I thought I’d try my hand in writing something I’ve never
done before (New Experience for me, haha). And once again, please heed
the warnings! And remember, by his own words:
Kraft macaroni & cheese (I love how it’s solid and pasta-y but also clumps together into gooey feed able bites)
Other pasta (ideally something with a clingy wine/butter type sauce, but really anything)
Assorted fancy donuts (maybe blindfolded? so he has to guess what each one is)
Pizza (we’d be watching a movie, and every so often he’d discover that I’d gotten him another slice, and then at the end of the movie he’d discover how much he’d actually eaten)
Popcorn
Instant mashed potatoes (because *apparently* if you eat these mixed with just a little water, and then drink more water, they swell up inside you and you can feel yourself expanding)
Jumbo marshmallows (I like to hand feed people, and I like that they’re soft and yielding but large enough that you have to open your mouth pretty wide to get a whole one in)
Cheesecake (similar to above, the textural thing)
A ton of beer (round, bloated, and sorta drunk sounds like fun times)
Milkshakes (for the “I’m going to make you so fucking fat” angle… hearing him moan as talk about what I’m pouring into him is about to do to his body… all the extra things I put into it to make sure it really blimps him up… how I’m going to measure him tomorrow and if I’m not happy I’ll make him live on milkshakes, just keep him full all the time until he’s plumped up to my satisfaction)
Pudding (I just have this thing about pudding… also, a belly packed full of pudding seems like it would be the most fun possible to play with)
Jello (possibly a competitor for the “most fun to play with” title)
Any other ideas?
UGH SAME
Thiiiiiiiiiis…
Soda (reverse psychology their ass into chugging more soda than you “think” they can, pushing them past their limit until they end up with a similar outcome to beer, except you have more burps and hiccups from the carbonation)
(Bonus points if they drink straight from the bottle and don’t stop until they finish, leaving all of the gas trapped inside for you to squeeze out)
Weight Gain Manipulation is so Sexy to
me. Tell me you can’t finish your meal and ask if I would like the rest
of it as I loosen up my belt. Order 4 desserts saying something about us
sharing them, but I end up eating them all while you only had 2 bites.
Get extra appetizers and watch me eat them all,even though I can barely
fit in the booth.
Come over to my place with a surprise lunch at my favorite fast food
place with 3 extra large meals knowing I can’t resist eating them all.
Make me a breakfast feast in the the morning as I can barely get my
pants over my growing fat ass.
Bring me a large plate of fried taquitos and a milkshake with weight
gainer that I didn’t know you put in it, to my desk as I play video
games saying “I thought you would like a snack before dinner” as my
chair groans from all the weight you’ve been putting on me.
non-suspicious 