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It was simultaneously the most beautiful and most intimidating thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Plague’s dull hazel eyes examined his prey almost lazily, an air of arrogance emitting from his form as he leaned back against his thick coils, forked tongue flicking out in mild contentment. Oh yeessss, this was going to be a delightful feast, he thought to himself, palms rubbing together in mild anticipation over the idea of consuming the prey before him. Of course, this was no common morsel, no, no, this was a treat prepared especially for him by his husband. He paused for a moment to reconsider his definition of ‘prey’ and quickly reallocated the confectionery in front of him into ‘dessert’ status. While Plague was generally used to devouring whatever unfortunate humanoid stumbled into his path, the cake was…well, more of an indulgence than something he necessarily needed to survive. If nothing else, he would openly admit his sweet tooth was possibly his only flaw.
Regardless, as he gazed over at the…four…no, no, five layer cake, he paused for a moment to consider exactly how big his stomach was versus the enormity of the dessert in front of him. Standing almost four feet high, the cake stood as an almost insurmountable tower and was filled with more calories than any dietician could ever possibly count without fainting from shock. Frowning slightly and resting a hand on his thin stomach, he glanced back behind himself towards the immense pile of thick coils that lay both up and around his torso and the floor. A dark black with gray stripes, his snakelike tail was incomprehensibly long and was surprisingly stretchy when it came to holding prey, so surely it could handle a cake or two, right? A thin smile spreading across his face, Plague flicked his tongue out again in anticipation for the sweet delicacy before him before picking up a knife and cutting himself a hearty slice of the cake. As the first bite hit his mouth, he let out a soft moan of pleasure; the cake was perfectly moist and soft with a deep sweetness that practically radiated off of his taste buds. Generally, he would have to admit that he preferred chocolate cake above all else, but it would be rather ungentlemanly to refuse a gift from a lover, so vanilla would have to do just as well. After a few more bites passed through his lips, he sat back for a moment, patting his stomach contentedly before reconsidering his situation. There was no one else around right now, and no one would have to know he had more than one piece, right? …Of course, if he managed to eat it all, then he wouldn’t have to share, either, and gods forbid he would have to share a cake.
Nodding in affirmation with his truly impeccable logic, Plague cut himself a larger slice, the knife cutting through the soft membrane with ease as he scooped the piece onto his plate, devouring it within moments and quickly repeating the process, not wanting to waste a moment of alone time with his sucrose lover. However, after his seventh piece, Plague shifted on his coils uneasily, his stomach feeling a rather unpleasant tightness as it began to alert him that he may be getting full. Frowning, he looked at what was left of the cake before rubbing at his slightly distended stomach for a few moments, determining that a bit of discomfort was a small price to pay for the privilege of getting to eat an entire cake by himself. Setting his plate aside, he instead decided to plunge his fork into the cake itself, determining that if he ate faster, perhaps his stomach would not have the time to signal him of his immanent fullness. Bringing another bite of the cake to his mouth, Plague hissed softly in content and began rapidly devouring the sweet in front of him, frosting dripping off his cheeks and sticking to his beard as he ate, politeness forgotten in favor of indulgence…An indulgence that was rapidly taking a toll on his body.
Shifting again, Plague felt his stomach push out a bit more as it filled with more and more of the cake, and soon found it pressing against the tight buttons of his overcoat. At first it wasn’t such an issue, but as time wore on and the cake in front of him diminished, he found himself having to lean further and further back to avoid pressing too heavily against the weight that was gradually settling in his already distended stomach. Groaning, he realized he may have to pause in his gluttony to relieve himself of the taut buttons of his overcoat. Reluctantly putting his fork down, Plague brought up a clawed hand and began unbuttoning his jacket, the first few coming open with ease, but he soon found himself struggling to undo the bottom ones as his enlarged stomach pressed against them so tightly that he would have to press into it rather deeply in order to properly unbutton them. Frowning, he attempted to undo a particularly tricky button, but felt a wave of nausea flash over him as he pushed into his complaining belly, which he was rather surprised to see was nearly the size of a rather hefty man’s beer gut, though much tighter and fuller than the flab that one would often see on an alcoholic.
Sighing, Plague gave up on his quest to unbutton his jacket and decided that he would have to remove the buttons another way—by breaking them off with force. Taking the cake with a renewed vigor, Plague chomped down upon the delicacy, each bite becoming harder and harder as he felt his stomach churn in a failed attempt to digest what he had eaten before more was accepted into the already abused organ. After a few minutes, Plague realized that his ambition to break the buttons off of his jacket was much harder than he had thought and he set his fork down in defeat. There was simply no way he could demolish this cake on his own not when—His thoughts were interrupted by the click of claws from behind him as he looked back and saw his birdlike husband wander into the room, singular eyebrow raised in mild amusement as his working eye analyzed the situation in front of him. “Well it looks like you found the cake then, hmm? I’m surprised you haven’t finished it by now.” Tittering a bit to himself, Merlot plopped down on the coil nearest to Plague’s torso, the wings on his back folding up tightly as he leaned over to give his lover a kiss on the cheek before glancing back at what was left of the cake. “Oh come on, you’ve barely even gotten halfway through it, you can’t honestly tell me you’re giving up at that. I’ve seen you eat way more than this.” Taking the fork off of the table, he scooped up a large chunk of cake and brought it to Plague’s mouth, any protest quickly silenced by the incoming bite of confectionery. Chewing for a few moments, Plague swallowed heavily and opened his mouth to argue but soon found his mouth full with yet another bite of cake. This process repeated a few more times and soon Plague found his stomach bulging even further than before, the cake rapidly filling up any space he had left as he felt pangs of pain ripple through his gut. As his lover forced more and more cake into his mouth, he found himself less and less willing to argue as the pain in his stomach increased along with its size, when he suddenly felt a snap from around his midriff as the buttons on his jacket popped off one by one.
Moaning in relief, Plague felt his stomach rest heavily on his lap as his lover brought up a clawed hand to rub at it gently, the other hand still forcing more and more of the confectionery into Plague’s unwilling maw. Twisting to the side slightly, he pushed up against Merlot’s hand, sighing softly as his lover expertly rubbed at his pained and gravid-looking stomach, his thoughts purely focused on the ceaseless flow of cake into his body. He felt like a machine, made for nothing but to endlessly consume cake as his stomach groaned and churned, quickly growing beyond the confines of his undershirt as it pushed up almost obscenely, the hem rolling up to his chest as his stomach continued to extend from the cake. Finally, after what seemed like months, he felt a break in his mechanical chewing and swallowing and flicked an eye open to survey the situation. The cake was all but gone; only a single bite remained and he watched with mild surprise as his lover brought the last bite up to his lips and he swallowed heavily. Biting his lip with a sharpened fang, he felt his gag reflex rising in complaint, but the last bite dropped into his battered stomach without revolt. Groaning, Plague flopped back against his coils to observe the damage. While his undershirt may have been fortunate enough to simply roll up and off of him, his overcoat was not so lucky and had lost a significant number of buttons due to the massive influx of cake. As for his stomach, well, it was absolutely enormous; large enough to have been filled with quadruplets had he been a woman, and he found it difficult to see past it. Bringing a hand up to rest on his stomach, he found it to be tight as a drum, though perhaps much larger than any drum he had ever seen. Regardless, he dropped his hand to his side and flicked his eyes closed, tongue flicking out in contentment as he found relief as his partner rub at his stomach lovingly. Sighing happily, Plague slowly dozed off, his body coping with the massive food intake by pushing him into a food coma while it digested and shifted the weight around to other parts of his body. Oh well, that was a problem for the morning, he figured, as he happily fell asleep. His stomach may weighing heavily against his lap, but his was heart full of love as he licked the last of the frosting off of his lips in his sleep, his dreams drifting to images of cakes, pies, and any other baked good he could possibly imagine.
Regardless, as he gazed over at the…four…no, no, five layer cake, he paused for a moment to consider exactly how big his stomach was versus the enormity of the dessert in front of him. Standing almost four feet high, the cake stood as an almost insurmountable tower and was filled with more calories than any dietician could ever possibly count without fainting from shock. Frowning slightly and resting a hand on his thin stomach, he glanced back behind himself towards the immense pile of thick coils that lay both up and around his torso and the floor. A dark black with gray stripes, his snakelike tail was incomprehensibly long and was surprisingly stretchy when it came to holding prey, so surely it could handle a cake or two, right? A thin smile spreading across his face, Plague flicked his tongue out again in anticipation for the sweet delicacy before him before picking up a knife and cutting himself a hearty slice of the cake. As the first bite hit his mouth, he let out a soft moan of pleasure; the cake was perfectly moist and soft with a deep sweetness that practically radiated off of his taste buds. Generally, he would have to admit that he preferred chocolate cake above all else, but it would be rather ungentlemanly to refuse a gift from a lover, so vanilla would have to do just as well. After a few more bites passed through his lips, he sat back for a moment, patting his stomach contentedly before reconsidering his situation. There was no one else around right now, and no one would have to know he had more than one piece, right? …Of course, if he managed to eat it all, then he wouldn’t have to share, either, and gods forbid he would have to share a cake.
Nodding in affirmation with his truly impeccable logic, Plague cut himself a larger slice, the knife cutting through the soft membrane with ease as he scooped the piece onto his plate, devouring it within moments and quickly repeating the process, not wanting to waste a moment of alone time with his sucrose lover. However, after his seventh piece, Plague shifted on his coils uneasily, his stomach feeling a rather unpleasant tightness as it began to alert him that he may be getting full. Frowning, he looked at what was left of the cake before rubbing at his slightly distended stomach for a few moments, determining that a bit of discomfort was a small price to pay for the privilege of getting to eat an entire cake by himself. Setting his plate aside, he instead decided to plunge his fork into the cake itself, determining that if he ate faster, perhaps his stomach would not have the time to signal him of his immanent fullness. Bringing another bite of the cake to his mouth, Plague hissed softly in content and began rapidly devouring the sweet in front of him, frosting dripping off his cheeks and sticking to his beard as he ate, politeness forgotten in favor of indulgence…An indulgence that was rapidly taking a toll on his body.
Shifting again, Plague felt his stomach push out a bit more as it filled with more and more of the cake, and soon found it pressing against the tight buttons of his overcoat. At first it wasn’t such an issue, but as time wore on and the cake in front of him diminished, he found himself having to lean further and further back to avoid pressing too heavily against the weight that was gradually settling in his already distended stomach. Groaning, he realized he may have to pause in his gluttony to relieve himself of the taut buttons of his overcoat. Reluctantly putting his fork down, Plague brought up a clawed hand and began unbuttoning his jacket, the first few coming open with ease, but he soon found himself struggling to undo the bottom ones as his enlarged stomach pressed against them so tightly that he would have to press into it rather deeply in order to properly unbutton them. Frowning, he attempted to undo a particularly tricky button, but felt a wave of nausea flash over him as he pushed into his complaining belly, which he was rather surprised to see was nearly the size of a rather hefty man’s beer gut, though much tighter and fuller than the flab that one would often see on an alcoholic.
Sighing, Plague gave up on his quest to unbutton his jacket and decided that he would have to remove the buttons another way—by breaking them off with force. Taking the cake with a renewed vigor, Plague chomped down upon the delicacy, each bite becoming harder and harder as he felt his stomach churn in a failed attempt to digest what he had eaten before more was accepted into the already abused organ. After a few minutes, Plague realized that his ambition to break the buttons off of his jacket was much harder than he had thought and he set his fork down in defeat. There was simply no way he could demolish this cake on his own not when—His thoughts were interrupted by the click of claws from behind him as he looked back and saw his birdlike husband wander into the room, singular eyebrow raised in mild amusement as his working eye analyzed the situation in front of him. “Well it looks like you found the cake then, hmm? I’m surprised you haven’t finished it by now.” Tittering a bit to himself, Merlot plopped down on the coil nearest to Plague’s torso, the wings on his back folding up tightly as he leaned over to give his lover a kiss on the cheek before glancing back at what was left of the cake. “Oh come on, you’ve barely even gotten halfway through it, you can’t honestly tell me you’re giving up at that. I’ve seen you eat way more than this.” Taking the fork off of the table, he scooped up a large chunk of cake and brought it to Plague’s mouth, any protest quickly silenced by the incoming bite of confectionery. Chewing for a few moments, Plague swallowed heavily and opened his mouth to argue but soon found his mouth full with yet another bite of cake. This process repeated a few more times and soon Plague found his stomach bulging even further than before, the cake rapidly filling up any space he had left as he felt pangs of pain ripple through his gut. As his lover forced more and more cake into his mouth, he found himself less and less willing to argue as the pain in his stomach increased along with its size, when he suddenly felt a snap from around his midriff as the buttons on his jacket popped off one by one.
Moaning in relief, Plague felt his stomach rest heavily on his lap as his lover brought up a clawed hand to rub at it gently, the other hand still forcing more and more of the confectionery into Plague’s unwilling maw. Twisting to the side slightly, he pushed up against Merlot’s hand, sighing softly as his lover expertly rubbed at his pained and gravid-looking stomach, his thoughts purely focused on the ceaseless flow of cake into his body. He felt like a machine, made for nothing but to endlessly consume cake as his stomach groaned and churned, quickly growing beyond the confines of his undershirt as it pushed up almost obscenely, the hem rolling up to his chest as his stomach continued to extend from the cake. Finally, after what seemed like months, he felt a break in his mechanical chewing and swallowing and flicked an eye open to survey the situation. The cake was all but gone; only a single bite remained and he watched with mild surprise as his lover brought the last bite up to his lips and he swallowed heavily. Biting his lip with a sharpened fang, he felt his gag reflex rising in complaint, but the last bite dropped into his battered stomach without revolt. Groaning, Plague flopped back against his coils to observe the damage. While his undershirt may have been fortunate enough to simply roll up and off of him, his overcoat was not so lucky and had lost a significant number of buttons due to the massive influx of cake. As for his stomach, well, it was absolutely enormous; large enough to have been filled with quadruplets had he been a woman, and he found it difficult to see past it. Bringing a hand up to rest on his stomach, he found it to be tight as a drum, though perhaps much larger than any drum he had ever seen. Regardless, he dropped his hand to his side and flicked his eyes closed, tongue flicking out in contentment as he found relief as his partner rub at his stomach lovingly. Sighing happily, Plague slowly dozed off, his body coping with the massive food intake by pushing him into a food coma while it digested and shifted the weight around to other parts of his body. Oh well, that was a problem for the morning, he figured, as he happily fell asleep. His stomach may weighing heavily against his lap, but his was heart full of love as he licked the last of the frosting off of his lips in his sleep, his dreams drifting to images of cakes, pies, and any other baked good he could possibly imagine.
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Not too sure if this was right as I've never written anything like this, but this piece was commissioned by of his naga character, Plague, eating far too much cake with a bit of force feeding mixed in. I generally won't include any of my own characters in anyone's commissions, but this one is a bit of an exception since our characters are canonically together. This was actually my first attempt at doing anything like this, so please be gentle. ._.''
Uuh, yeah, that's about it. This one was about 1700 words, I think and encompassed five pages so it was my longest one yet. Feel free to note me here or on my main account, if you're interested in any literature or drawing commissions. (There may be a wait on drawing commissions, however, but writing commissions will be done within a day or two.)
Characters in question:
Plague: <da:thumb id="437635647">
Merlot: <da:thumb id="465284748">
Uuh, yeah, that's about it. This one was about 1700 words, I think and encompassed five pages so it was my longest one yet. Feel free to note me here or on my main account, if you're interested in any literature or drawing commissions. (There may be a wait on drawing commissions, however, but writing commissions will be done within a day or two.)
Characters in question:
Plague: <da:thumb id="437635647">
Merlot: <da:thumb id="465284748">
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