Marcille: Laios, Have You Seen Senshi? Normally He'd Be Making Dinner At This Hour.

Marcille: Laios, have you seen Senshi? Normally he'd be making dinner at this hour.

Laios: (Still has the dwarf's stout legs in his mouth) Hm- mmmffff... ulp... (pants) Hadn't seen him.

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[Commission] Ogata's new favorite meal

Ogata's curiosity grew as his hunger did. When the time was right he got himself a bite and from the look of it, this is only the beggining.

Done for @ BsBellyPlace in twitter/X

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Julian (Trailer Park Boys( Hungerfic

Julian checked the backyard one more time, trying to be more thorough this time just to make sure nothing new had come in. Still the dirt was bare, if not for a tiny stem or leaf. Nothing worth selling, that was for sure. No matter how good Ricky was at growing dope, he couldn’t magically make sprouts spring up after only a few days. As nice as that would be, that wasn’t going to happen. He let his fingers tighten around his glass, his drink helping him out more than ever. It was cheap, and it helped fill the gap from time to time.

His stomach clenched up, giving a hungry, angry gurgle. A perfect combination of little money and poor spending left them where he was, with empty pockets and an empty belly. He had tried to manage the money as best as he could without getting them both in trouble, but by this point they were going to have to start doing something drastic. It had been days since Julian had gotten anything into his belly, and even then it wasn’t anything remarkable. Trying to make sure Ricky was eating ‘well’ was his biggest concern, and by now he was starting to question how ‘worth it’ that even was from time to time. As easily as he wished it was to ban those thoughts, his stomach was quite convincing.

Before Julian could realize he had gotten lost in thought staring at the bare patches of dirt, Ricky came out and snapped him out of it. “Seein’ anything out here?”

Instinctively Julian looked behind him to see if Ricky had come alone, and once he saw that it was just the two of them, he relaxed a bit. “Nothing yet.”

Ricky flicked his cigarette, looking away from the burlier man so he could check out the plants as well. “We’re gonna have to start doing something soon. I’m sick of not having any food around and I’m sick of feeling hungry all the time. A man’s gotta eat, you know.” Already Julian felt his eyebrow twitch, begging for him to comment on how Ricky had been eating better than him. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He took a sip from his drink instead, trying to avoid that notion as much as he could.

“Things are just slow right now, Ricky, you know that. I’m trying just as hard as you to get us out of this mess.”

Ricky huffed. “We would have been fine if you hadn’t screwed up your robbery, y’know. I would have been eating like a king by now.”

Julian opened his mouth to say something but was almost immediately interrupted by a loud growl from his empty stomach. He felt his face heat up and he was too late to cover his stomach up to maybe stifle the noise. His fate was sealed.

Ricky pounced on the opportunity right away with a slight laugh. “You feeling hungry, Julian?” He teased, a grin stretching out on his face. “I didn’t know this was that big of a deal to you.”

“It’s not.” He touched his hand to his stomach, looking away from him.

“Frig off, Julian, let’s go get you something to eat.”

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Very short, I think it’s kind of sweet. I am considering doing some extensions, this show is priceless.

FG: Peter is Hungry (M/F, Digestion)

Mr. and Mrs. Griffin were sleeping in their shared bed one night after their usual ravaging. Something that kept Meg, Chris, and Stewie up. After all - night porking, Peter awoke with his stomach rumbling. Peter sluggishly opens his eyes and rolls over on his side. He reached out and gently tapped Lois’ shoulder.

“Hey, Lois,” he said in a soft tone, “make me a sandwich.”

Lois rolled on her side as well. “Just three more hours, dear.”

Peter waited around a few seconds before tapping on her shoulder again. She was still heavily asleep, but she also had an agitated tone in her voice. “Three more hours, Peter.”

Peter pouted. He was still unbearably famished, and his wife was refusing his demands of making him a sandwich. I mean, he could’ve gotten out of bed and walked down to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, but he was in a comfortable sleeping position. As he pondered what to do, he couldn’t help but watch Lois sleeping. She was kind of cute when she was on her side dozing off. She even seemed delectable even. Peter’s stomach groaned again.

Peter knew what he had to do. He leaned up close to Lois’ sleeping face and opened his mouth. Angling his jaws just right, he stuffed Lois’s face inside of his maw. This swift motion stirs Lois awake. “Mff!?” Lois felt the wet, hot steam of her husband’s breath on her face. Peter didn’t respond, he only swallowed harder. Lois’s face bulged in his cheeks before it descended his esophagus. Peter rolled forward sucking up more of Lois’s body. He worked down her slender neck to her shoulders. Lois was wide awake now, her nostrils getting singed upon entering Peter’s stomach.

Peter’s belly was alive with Lois’s kicking and thrashing. Peter grabbed her waist as though it were a jumbo cheeseburger, holding her in place . He paused at her sweet ass, chomping on it momentarily until he pushes the rest of her inside his mouth. He swallowed deeply, sending the last of his wife down. She found herself getting into a tight ball.

“Damn, Lois, you tasted great!” Peter said, a belch exiting his mouth. He gave his belly a good pat.

“All this because I wouldn’t make you a sandwich?” Lois screamed.

The sounds of digestion drowned out Lois’s protests. Peter stretched and plopped back down on the bed, clutching his belly between his arms. A bulge of Lois was crouched in front of him. He was blissfully unaware that his stomach acid was starting to fill up his stomach, burning Lois.

“Peter, dammit, Peter, don’t go to sleep on me!” Lois demanded. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as her idiot of a husband was sprawled on his back, his rotund belly standing on top. Lois kicked and screamed, but the more she struggled, the faster the rate of digestion became. Within hours, Lois lost consciousness and was overtaken by the acid. She was broken down into a thick, yellow-blood stained paste. Peter’s stomach receded throughout the remainder of the night until around 2 AM in the morning.

PFFFT.

Peter woke up to the rays of sunshine peeking through his window. Lois had become nothing more than additional pudge on his belly and nasty ass farts.

“Mmm, I love you too, Lois.”

E is for E/rased Head (A/izawa S/houta)!

His class always got him into the more weird scenarios XDDDD

Not that proud about the result of this one but It was fun for sure :3

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