As I will most assuredly never write this, I release it to the masses.
Untitled WenPines Outline
Dipper and Mabel are sharing an apartment in Seattle, both mid-20s and post-college, both using their talents to work their way up the ranks of indie film production, both boinking each other on the downlow.
Wendy had taken six months off work to thru-hike the Pacific Crest Trail northbound, with Dipper and Mabel serving as her support team out of Seattle. The twins happily received Wendy’s progress reports via cellphone and (in some locations) emergency satellite phone, and helped manage her hiking blog, while also arranging shipments of supplies and equipment to supply stations on her route. When they received the dreaded call that she had to quit, barely a hundred miles shy of the Canadian border, they picked her up from the trail, got her to a clinic, and invited her to stay in her apartment until she figured out her next plan. Mabel offered her bedroom; Dipper took the couch so Mabel could have his room(technically their study; Dipper’s bed was mostly for show).
They’d just, fall asleep somewhere and animals would come up to them, Decaf is just very docile and peaceful.
They are actually pretty stable together, however, Decaf is the epitomy of a “fairweather fusion”. They can be a shoulder to cry on, a person to vent to, but in terms of physical confrontation, Decaf would fall apart if they ever needed to FIGHT someone, making them useless in battle while together.
(I’m honestly not a huge fan of punishment/revenge stuffing, but I agreed to do it since it was on the list, so here goes! It’s…gonna be kinda mild and a little bit different, cause it’s me, though. ^^;)
“I CAN”T BELIEVE…YOU WENT AND ATE AT MUFFET’S! EVEN THOUGH YOU KNEW IT WAS TACO NIGHT! NO, NO, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE FULL, YOU HAVE TO EAT THEM!”
Papyrus’s little orange balloon of a belly gave an unsettled gurgle as another fresh taco squeezed its way through his teeth, pieces of lettuce and dabs of sauce and shell crumbs spattering down his jaw. In his mind, he couldn’t help but chuckle, even though a soft ache was beginning to throb up his sides.
Little Sans was attempting to hold him down with ropes of cyan magic, while smashing the tacos he’d cooking into his face, his own face puffed with indignant fury. It was unusual for him, but also king of adorable.
Sans’s magic was way, way weaker than his own, of course. He could break away at any moment. But Papyrus had decided to humor his little brother. If he wanted to torture him, well….he was gonna let himself get tortured. He deserved it.
He felt his stuffed little skelly belly stretch out just a tiny bit more…and smiled.
(Nobody knows that I ship this, cause I never got to the part in BlueBelly when this character comes it, but….but here it is. These two are cute together. ^^)
“Hic!” The Magnificent Sans blushed a deep shade of soft blue and lowered his head into his bandanna with embarrassment. “I…I-I APOLOGIZE! EVERYTHING WAS…WAS SO DELICIOUS, THOUGH…” He was still nervous about this, after all…it was taking him a long time to get used to it.
He sat at a table in Napstaton’s restaurant…and pink semi-transparent blob of Mettablook hovered in the opposite chair, their cheery smile just so sweet and adorable. They’d agreed to come here on a little…”date”, and Mettablook had pulled some strings with their cousin to get them an exclusive seat. Sans felt a bit ashamed, since the small pink ghost couldn’t eat any of this normal monster food…but he knew they were enjoying this immensely.
Several empty plates and little dessert bowls littered the table…and their contents were now swirling softly inside Sans’s round, round little tummy, pushing out and lifting his gray undershirt, glowing with satisfaction and aching with overfullness. Ohhhh, it really had been top-quality, though, Tender steak and rich cheesy potatoes and flavorful pasta and…on and on… So good…
Sans hiccuped once more, and suddenly, Mettablook had floated over to his side…nuzzling the side of their ghostly head into the straining little orb of his tummy. “Oh, darling… You know I love seeing you eat so well… It’s just precious…”
Sans blushed even more at the compliments and reached out, subtly stroking at their long piece of hair. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You’re just as precious.”
And Mettablook was already laying themself over the happily bubbling, stuffed-full tummy, in absolute bliss.
They kept shoving it into his hands– “Here, try the pudding!” “You gotta taste Asgore’s pie!” “Blue and I spent all night on those nachos, so you better have a bunch!” And not to mention the snack table…
Even as the other members of Paprus’s little family gathered around the fireplace, laughing and playing games as the Gyftmas music sounded, he was often at the table, nibbling on just “one more” cupcake, or just a “small handful” of chisps. Why was everyone here such a good cook?! The potluck holiday party they’d thrown together had come out fantastic and generously stocked.
Finally, Papyrus entered back into the parlor, holding a small stack of brownies with red-and-green MnM’s…and the small child Chara giggled at him, pointing to his middle. What…?
Looking down, Papyrus discovered his eye-straining holiday sweater was stretched tight…his belly popping outwards and forming a tight, stuffed-full little mound.
He laughed, even though a slight blush tinged his cheekbones. “Whoops. Looks like I’ve been stuffing more than stockings.” He gave it a fond rub and pressed another brownie into his mouth.
Oh well. Tis the season for being a lazy glutton, after all.
non-suspicious 