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This is my part of a trade for squishybellies who wanted me to make a story of two of their awesome characters Dewdrop the Pico Pico Monster (Rabbit) and Dumpling the Flapper (Axolotl).
Dewdrop and Dumpling belongs to squishybellies
Dewdrop has a polite habit of not eating food in front of others, so when Dumpling comes by after a thunderstorm threatens him to go inside Dewdrop's house, the Flapper realizes this habit and wants to break it for it.
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It was supposed to be a wonderful day in the neighborhood full of cute monsters and creatures who are trying to get through the time to get some hobbies and errands done. The thing about this day is that there was an event going on down in their town which was a special festival for all of the population in Mandi Town. Unfortunately, a sudden rainstorm came by to ruin the day and send everyone home or to work. In one of the houses in the neighborhood lives a Pico Pico Monster named Dewdrop, a four footed nonbinary creature who doesn’t have a gender. It has gray fur with a white star shape on its belly, a purple wizard hat that covers its eyes, a purple bow tie around its neck with a cape, a furry tail, rabbit-like ears with diamond earrings, and a pink nose. Dewdrop was disappointed that the festival had to be cut short due to the rain, not to mention that it couldn’t leave its own house since there were rumors of thunderstorms coming up. Dewdrop tries its best to be a polite person who respects people’s space, privacy, opinions, and what they stand for legally. One problem is that it hates eating food in front of people as it believes it's rude to do so. Dewdrop just loves to eat snacks and food, which is the reason why the Pico Pico Monster is chubby. As it tries to think of something to or possibly just eat the leftovers the Pico Pico Monster got in the fridge, someone knocks on Dewdrop’s door. “Huh, I wonder who that is.” Dewdrop wonders.
The Pico Pico Monster takes its time waddling over to the front door, knocking on the other side getting more aggressive. They must be impatient people, Dewdrop assumes. Just before it can touch the doorknob, a voice screams out on the other side. “Open the door, Dewdrop!” Immediately, Dewdrop recognizes the voice. Opening the door as requested, it finds a soaking Flappy on its doorstep, about the same size and height as Dewdrop. His name is Dumpling, a light purple-furred axolotl with a swirl symbol on his cream-colored belly, long ears with pink webbed skin, external gills on his cheeks that stick out half the length of his ears, a purple chubby tail with the tip thinner and pointy as it’s covered with webbed skin, and a pair of short gills on each side of his face. Unlike Dewdrop, Dumpling is considered a very vain, or egotistic, individual creature who would make sure that people know that he’s better than the rest. He can be a little cruel and ruthless if anyone doubts him. How Dumpling handles it is a bit of a mixture of scaring them or making them feel worse about themselves from embarrassment or just getting better at certain hobbies or jobs. For Dewdrop, it's one of the lucky ones as it's humble enough to not go against the Flappy. “Finally you opened the door, fatty.” Fatty is a nickname Dumpling gave it ever since he found out about Dewdrop’s eating habits. Rather than getting permission from the Pico Pico Monster, he goes inside himself. Like a dog, he shakes his body to dry himself off, splashing some water on Dewdrop.
“Gah! Dumping, what are you doing here?” Dewdrop asks as its fur is wet from Dumpling. It goes into the bathroom to grab two towels for both itself and the Flappy. It comes back just to see Dumpling rubbing his feet on the welcome mat. At least he did have a bit of manners.
Dumpling snatches a towel from Dewdrop and dries his face. “What do you think? It’s raining and I hate rain. I’m lucky enough that I was able to make it here. The others were so rude to me when I tried to get into their place for shelter, a bunch of jerks for leaving me out in the cold.” After drying off, he drops the towel on the floor and just walks into Dewdrop’s living room. “So, what exactly have you been up to?” Dumpling sits on the couch, leaning his back onto the cushions as he looks around for the remote to the TV. “Being fat? Eating a lot?” he assumes.
As much as it considers that as an offensive thing to say, Dewdrop blushes at the idea of being fat. It is fat for sure but to have someone point that out is different. “W-Well, I was. But since you’re here, I may skip eating.” That was another problem it has with Dumpling being here. It hates eating in front of him but the kitchen is usually a good place to eat food. And since it is Dumpling, Dewdrop knows the Flappy would just try to ruin it for it. “The remote is on the coffee table by the way.” It helps out Dumpling.
“Thanks.” Dumpling says with an insensible tone. Picking up the remote, he turns on the television and changes it to the weather station just to check out the rain situation. “So you’re not eating today? That sucks, I would have loved to see you eat, lardball.” Dumpling messes with it. The Flappy does love having a fat friend. Its weight makes him feel better about himself, even if he is chubby himself. “So what are you going to do now?”
Dewdrop has no idea whatsoever. If it can’t eat food, maybe it’ll just focus on studying. Dewdrop does go to a magical school to study for its supernatural powers. It can imagine itself as a powerful magician, or an amazing mage. Its finals are next month so studying would be a good idea. “I’m going to go study now. Once the rain goes away, it would be best to leave.”
“Heh.” Dumpling laughs. “That is if it does clear up. It says that the rain will take hours, maybe the entire night.” Which means that he’ll have to sleep here if so, something that Dewdrop worries about. “If you’re worried I’m going to eat the food, I’m trying to stay skinny. And besides, you’re going to have to eat one way or another.”
Hopefully it won’t come to that for Dewdrop. As it heads upstairs to its bedroom, Dewdrop closes the door behind it and sits down at its desk with its textbook right on top. Studying away, Dewdrop tries its best not to think about eating any food. Not until Dumpling sleeps or just leaves. It could just eat in its bedroom, but it also believes that it's both rude and unpleasant to eat in the same place it sleeps in. Meanwhile in the living room, Dumpling changes the channel to see if there was anything else on. He finds nothing besides the food channel. He wonders if Dewdrop watches the food channel while it eats or even cooks food. Maybe he’ll know afterwards after Dewdrop comes downstairs starving.
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About three hours go by and Dewdrop struggles to hold in its hunger. As the Pico Pico Monster tries to focus on its studying, using a magical wand to help make some basic spells and casts with none that can help its situation, its belly starts growling with anger. It’s stomach demands food now but Dewdrop doesn’t want to go downstairs. It gets weaker and weaker with its thinking, unable to focus properly with a hungry gut. “Oooh….please stop.” It begs. “I can’t eat now, not with Dumpling here.” It complains. Dewdrop wishes that he wasn’t here in the first place, it could be eating an entire pizza right now rather than imprisoned in its room. Then again, it should check on Dumpling just in case he’s not making a mess right now. Getting up from its seat, Dewdrop makes its way out of its room and downstairs to see if Dumpling is doing okay. Looking around, it finds its friend still sitting on the couch, watching TV. Looking closer, Dewdrop can see that Dumpling is taking a nap. “He’s asleep.” It whispers to itself. Tiptoeing down the steps, it makes sure that it doesn’t make a sound so it wouldn’t wake Dumpling up. Upon making it to the kitchen, it wonders if it's still rude to eat food even if someone is asleep. Dewdrop wouldn’t know the similarities and with a shrug, it opens the fridge and takes a look around. There were some leftovers at a burger joint, a plastic tub of cut up honey ham he baked a few days ago, a jug of milk, a bag of carrots, and a fresh chocolate cake it was saving for dessert tonight. “Mmmmm, I could eat all of this.” Just as Dewdrop looks around more, it makes the mistake of lowering its guard down as its belly lets out an enormous growl like it had a bear next to it. “Eek!” It slams its hands onto its belly, pressing down to get its stomach to shut up.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Dumpling wakes up from his small nap. “Huh?” He rubs his eyes and looks around his surroundings to find Dewdrop standing in the kitchen, looking terrified. “Oh hey there, chubby.” He stretches his arms and gets off of the couch. He then walks over towards Dewdrop just to see what it’s doing. He first notices that the fridge is open all the way, which is something to take note of. “Oh my, so you were hungry the whole time?” He laughs, knowing how right he was about Dewdrop.
Dewdrop slams the fridge door, with the sound of glass clinking around inside. “N-No! I was just checking to see-”
“Oh don’t lie, fatty!” He interrupts the Pico Pico Monster as he crosses his arms, confronting him. “If you’re hungry, just eat.”
At first, Dewdrop seems to be stuttering its words first, as if it’s having a hard time speaking properly. “I-I can’t! You know it’s r-rude to eat in front of you!”
He slaps his forehead gently. “Oh man, I seriously need to teach you how to do things here. Clearly, I need to take care of you. Go take a seat on the couch.” He orders, pointing his webbed hand at the living room.
“Please, Dumpling. I’m not sure I can forgive myself for this.” It’s like Dewdrop is disappointing someone or just itself. But of course, it follows his orders and goes into the living room. It sits on the couch as Dumpling opens up the fridge and looks to see what he can grab.
“Hmmm, let's start with the leftovers.” He takes the greasy burger bag out and closes the fridge. He opens the bag up and finds an uneaten burger and a cup of fries inside. “Huh, what else was in this bag?” He asks, confused as to why it looked like Dewdrop didn’t even eat anything in the bag.
“Oh, there used to be three burgers and four cups of fries.” That explains it. Dumpling takes the bag over to the living room and sits on the couch, close to the Pico Pico Monster. It whimpered a little as it was worried about doing this.
“Relax, it’s not rude to eat in front of me. I don’t know who told you or where you learned that.” This is one of the first times the Flapper is being nice to it, or at least acting like one. Dumpling puts his hand in the bag and grips on the burger, feeling the cold grease all over his hand. “Start with this. I want you to eat this entire burger. Simple enough.” Dumpling pushes the double meat burger closer towards Dewdrop’s face, with it back it away from the meal, refusing the eat it still. With a disgruntled sigh, he says, “You need to eat it! You can’t just starve!” He sounds like an overprotective dad who won’t let his son be hungry forever.
Dewdrop whimpers, scared that if it goes down this path, it may never be the same again. “I don’t know, Dumpling. I just don’t think I can eat it with you here. M-Maybe the storm is gone.” Dewdrop hopes.
“Really? Let me see?” Dumpling doubts that after the weather channel just said it’ll be raining all day. Yet he gets up from the couch, leaving the burger on the coffee table and checks through the front door’s window. Of course, Dumpling thought it was saying that just to check if it was clear out, but that wasn’t the case. Once the Flapper had turned his back against Dewdrop, the Pico Pico Monster snatches the burger from the table as fast as he can and shoves it down his maw, quickly and dangerously. It did make sounds of biting and chewing, just enough for Dumpling to turn around quickly just to see Dewdrop chowing down on the burger, leaving grease stains on its face. “Oh you smartass.” He crossed his arms but let out a strong smirk, at least impressed that it managed to manipulate him completely. “It seems like I’ll need to do it myself.” Dumpling waltz back to the couch, sitting down and now with the soft and chilly cup of fries next on the menu. “Here, have yourself some cup of fries for your stomach. “Unpleasant with how he treats his friend, Dumpling pins Dewdrop onto the ground, holding it there before forcing the Pico Pico Monster to open its mouth. The poor creature struggles, squirming around in fear. “Don’t struggle, just eat.” He fares to pour the fries down Dewdrop’s maw, like a waterfall down a deep lake. Of course it has to chew the food so it won’t choke on the fries. The more it was forced to gulp them down, the more it wanted to stop. Once the cup is empty, Dumpling gets off of him and lets Dewdrop finish it all up. “There, you did it!” He congratulates Dewdrop. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
For the first time ever, Dewdrop didn’t feel ashamed about what it did. Was it because Dewdrop was so starving or was it because the creature realized how silly it was to think it's so rude to eat in front of its friends. “Hey Dumpling?” It speaks.
Dumpling smiles gently before tossing the plastic cup on the floor, already trashing his friend’s place. “Yes?”
“Can you give me more food?” Dewdrop requests. “Now?”
“Anything interesting you want?” Dumpling pats its head like a dog.
“Give me that cake. I’m starving here.” Surprisingly, Dewdrop says it in a rude manner, something that it's never done before. Seems like Dumpling is rubbing off of it.
Dumpling laughs, happy to hear Dewdrop’s tone changed. “That’s the spirit! Let me go get that cake for you!” He stands up from the couch and goes back to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and finds the chocolate cake Dewdrop told him. “There it is!” Using two of his hands, he carries the cake into the living room. He can tell by Dewdrop’s drooling mouth and widened eyes that it wants that cake so badly. Dumpling puts it down on the coffee table just so he can sit himself down, still closely next to Dewdrop.
“Just give it to me in slices.” It requests.
“Hehe, I got a better idea.” Dumpling chuckles lightly as he grabs the cake’s soft iced breading with a tight grip, burying his fingers inside as the Flappy creature lifts up the entire thing, as if it was a second burger. “Now open up big fatty.” He tells Dewdrop whose mouth expands three times its actual size, enough to fit the whole cake. And so Dumping shoves the cake inside its mouth forcefully, making it bite down hard as bits of icing and crumbs fall onto the Pico Pico Monster’s furry belly. Dumpling wishes he has done this sooner with it, just thinking about fattening this pal up makes his heart racing with pleasure. The one thing he’ll admit is that he does love seeing Dewdrop fat, or fatter in this case. As Dewdrop gulps down large clunks of the mashed up chocolate cake, its belly begins to push forward, ballooning with food just by inches. “Haha, that’s it! Look at that belly grow!” He cheers, giving a good pat on Dewdrop’s soft tummy as some sort of support and encouragement.
Dewdrop licks its lips to clean off the chocolate icing. “T-Thanks. [BUUUURP!] Oh my….” It blushes after that gassy release. The creature never had belched like that before, and it loved every single millisecond of it. “I think I’m starting to get belchy here.” Its digestion system can be a little messed up with food, but it's the least of Dewdrop’s problems. After a while, Dewdrop’s stomach growls once more, demanding even more food. “You know the deal. Get me that ham and jug of milk. My tummy wants more!” It said, acting as if Dewdrop is the king and Dumpling is its little servant.
“Just as long your gut keeps filling up.” He’s not sure how many trips he’ll have to make just to feed his friend, but he’ll do about a hundred for it. So like before, Dumpling goes back to the kitchen, into the fridge, and pulls out the baked honey ham the Pico Pico Monster left out. He can see the sliced marks going downwards to the bottom, yet they stick together as if they were glued together with some adhesive. This had to be twice as long than the chocolate cake it had devoured. “Oh man, I wonder how Dewdrop can handle this.” He says to himself, as if he’s about to make a gambling bet. He grabs the honey ham, heavier than the cake and carefully takes it back to the living room. He hasn’t grabbed the milk yet with both hands full so he just puts it down on the coffee table first before going back into the kitchen to grab the full jug of milk. Coming back, Dumpling asks Dewdrop, “How come you didn’t buy more food? This all looks like you only got yourself food for about two or three days.” He’s just curious, that’s all.
“Oh, I tried going on a diet once. It didn’t work out for me.” The Pico Pico Monster lifts up its gut and drops it down for it to jiggle. “Did you get the milk too?” As if it didn’t see the jug in Dumpling’s hand.
He lifts it up to present it to Dewdrop. “Right here. What do you want to start first?” He sets down the milk next to the ham while letting Dewdrop choose.
“Give me the milk. I don’t want it to be warm if I eat the ham first.” It answers with no hesitation.
Dumpling nods his head as he opens the cap to the milk gallon. The good news was that the milk wasn’t expired so Dewdrop can enjoy drinking the entire thing up. The two had short legs to begin with and Dewdrop already has a belly that spills over its legs so Dumpling can’t sit on its lap while he makes the Pico Pico Monster drink the entire jug. “Now drink all of this and don’t stop. A belly like yours needs more weight.” Before he can grab the milk, he pushes Dewdrop down on the couch back first, its belly looking more like a steep hill. “There, now time for the fun part.” Next, Dumpling uses one hand to pull down Dewdrop’s jaw, just enough for Dumpling to start pouring in the milk. “Just like we practiced.” He said, slowly letting the milk drop down into Dewdrop’s mouth as it's forced to swallow big gulps before its mouth can flood. Its throat expands to take in the waves of milk going down with its tie around its neck getting tighter. Dumpling lowers down the milk near its mouth more, his plan was to get its lips to touch the rim of the plastic jug. But even so, Dewdrop has drunk almost half of the milk inside and it doesn’t plan to stop until the whole thing is gone. Its belly swells again, sloshing around and weighing the creature down. It looked like it had eaten an entire basketball without deflating it or just looking more pregnant. Finally, Dumpling is able to get Dewdrop to touch the milk’s rims with its lips, locking in place. This goes with his next plan, to tilt the jug all the way upside down for the milk to drop down quicker without losing a drop, like a funnel.
“Mmmfh…..Mmmmfh….” Dewdrop muffles between its gulps while in the process of reaching its hands over to its inflating gut just to give it a couple of rubs. Not only does it feel soft, but incredibly squishy. It questions if this is what it's like to be a plumpy monster. With time going on, its tummy reaches to the size of a beach ball, rotund and tight from Dumpling’s point of view. The next thing the Flappy creature finds out is that Dewdrop had actually drunk the whole jug just like he had hoped. Dewdrop pants and wheezes, trying to catch its breath. “Oh man…..BUUUUURP…..that was a lot.” It grunts, still unable to get up from his overweight stomach. “C-Can I take a little break?” The Pico Pico Monster requests.
The Flappy shakes his head, denying it any time to stop. “Nope, we got more to go. After this ham, I may order some pizza. How does that sound?’
“I’ll love some- BUUUURP…..pizza!” Resting its head on the cushions, Dewdrop never felt so alive to just feel both greedy and rude. Was it right though? So far it’s only gotten itself huge and milk-logged.
“Good, now let's get the ham going and then we can take a break right after.” Dumpling uses his hands to break the ham in half, ripping it as if it was made out of paper. He doesn’t want to give the honey ham to it in full, but rather in chunks. Again, he splits one of the halved ham in half. With the right size, being about the equivalent to a slice of cake, he just pushes the pieced ham down its throat. “Come on, eat it fatty. I bet you wanna be like a hippo so badly.” Dumpling is fond of teasing anyone he knows well, which is why he’s having fun doing it with Dewdrop.
Dewdrop has trouble chewing the ham with how spongy it is, most of it being fat with less than thirty percent of the actual meat. The Pico Pico Monster wishes it had sharper teeth if it knew it was going to eat the honey ham like this. To help with the swallowing, Dumpling places a head underneath its head and lift it up slightly just so it doesn't have to choke. He’s like a caretaker, sort of. “So mufh!” It speaks with its mouth full, more evidence to show how rude Dewdrop is becoming. “Gife me morfh!” Pieces of chewed up ham fly out of its mouth, landing on the ground and Dumpling’s chest and belly. “Shorry!” It did apologize about that at least.
“Oh? Don’t say sorry, you’re supposed to be rude, like a greedy pig who can’t stop eating. At this point, all I can see is a messy swine.” Dumpling’s cruelty has no limits with a creative mind he’s got to make up names and insults. Dewdrop finishes the first part, its belly making gurgling sounds inside. “Huh, did your digestion start no-
“BRAAAAAWWWP!” Dewdrop’s enormous belch interrupts him. A couple of groans afterwards, possibly from a tummy ache or just from how full it feels.
“Never mind.” He sighs after he had a whiff of that gassy release from its mouth. Dumpling collects the second stack of sliced honey ham, maybe a little shorter than the first. “Just think, you’re going to be the talk of the town. Hell, you could sign up for a sumo contest. Eh, who am I kidding, I’m so going to make you do sumo!” Just as long Dumpling doesn’t go overboard with the feeding. He did give Dewdrop’s underbelly a nice grope, causing the Pico Pico Monster to whimper with satisfaction. “Damn, you sounded like a mutt.” This does remind him about a neighbor, a fat dog/werewolf of some kind who has done binge eating sessions before. If he had the time, Dumpling can see about asking him for advice. Not for himself, but for how to make sure Dewdrop is properly stuffed in the future. Stuffed like a turkey as a chance. “Already, I’ve wasted time. Let’s get going!”
Dumpling shoves the intact ham while giving Dewdrop a helping hand to push up on its lower jaw to chew the meat. “Mfhh! Mfhhh!” Although Dewdrop hates how Dumpling is forcing its non-sharp teeth into the ham, it has no choice. It does work still, mushing up it before swallowing it down bit by bit. Its stomach widens more, just looming over Dewdrop’s head to which a shadow from his gut takes form around his face.
As it tries to take on the ham, Dumpling decides that it would be the best time to order that pizza. But rather than using his own phone, he uses Dewdrop’s that was just sitting on the coffee table. When he picks it up and turns it on, the first thing that he notices is that Dewdrop never put in a password for him. “Heh, first mistake buddy.” With it unlocked, he makes a call towards a popular pizza place, one that has the best food for the cheapest prices. It rings for some time before someone on the other line picks it up. They speak first, greeting themselves and asking what he would like to order. “I’ll need about thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and make it snappy. I have a friend here who needs it fast.” Dewdrop’s eyes went into shock once it heard how many pizza pies its friend was ordering. Even the Pico Pico Monster can hear the person on the other line raising his tone, both surprised and in denial. “You heard me pal! My buddy will starve if he doesn’t eat! I’m paying a lot of money here!” He starts to raise his tone back at him, getting defensive at the caller. Moments later, there’s a bright smile on Dumpling’s face, a satisfied look as he hangs up the call. He turns to Dewdrop who finishes up the second ham. “Good news fatty, the pizza will be here soon!”
Dewdrop wanted to be excited to hear that, but having to eat thirty pizzas is something it may burst over for. Can its stomach handle that much? Just the thought alone gives its shivers down its spine. “How are you going to pay for it? Thirty boxes is a lot! BUUUURP!” Dewdrop belches afterwards.
“Relax, I got the money.” A dreadful lie he speaks. Dumpling is jobless who lives off with a roommate of his. How he doesn’t have one isn’t a question that can ever be answered. In fact, he schemes to use Dewdrop’s money instead, that is if he can find the creature’s wallet. With the half of ham left on the table, he swiftly grabs it and shoves it deep into Dewdrop’s mouth in seconds, trying to distract it. “Here, take this and eat it!” He commands, ramming the honey ham deep to the point where the poor Pico Pico Monster can’t speak a word.
It was like a gag in its mouth, stuck and having a hard time spitting it out. All Dewdrop can do at this point is to chew it, break it up, and swallow it. “Mmmffhh! Mmfhhhhh!” Dumpling could have taken the time to cut up the rest of the ham into smaller slices. But he needs something to keep Dewdrop company while he looks for his wallet.
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.” He zooms off quickly, away from Dewdrop’s view. He assumes that the Pico Pico Monster must have left its wallet in its bedroom upstairs. Carefully and silently, Dumpling walks up the stairs without getting the attention from his stuffed friend. He doesn’t remember much of the layout of its place, but he knows exactly where Dewdrop’s room is at, just to the left at the end of the hall. Once he makes it inside, he takes a look around. Its room was as clean as Dumpling expected it to be, though not for long once he will fix Dewdrop straight. He has trouble focusing his mission as he notices an open book on the desk next to Dewdrop’s bed. He reads through a page just to find out it's one of the creature’s spell books. “Oh….right….” He had totally forgotten that Dewdrop was a mage, or a magical monster he would want to call him. Dumpling wasn’t skillful with magic nor did he attend college there. Which is a shame since he could have done a lot more with just a book and a wand. To his luck, right next to the book is Dewdrop’s wallet, just sitting there and unsecured. “Aha! There you are!” He opens up the wallet, only to find nothing but a bunch of twenties inside. A loud obnoxious, surprised laugh came out of his mouth accidently. He didn’t expect Dewdrop to be loaded with this much cash. “Geez, where does that fatty work at?” That didn’t matter to him, just as long as he’s in possession of the cash now. He grabs as many twenties he can carry in his one hand and rolls it up. He needs to make sure that his hand is kept closed so Dewdrop won’t see the twenties he had just stolen. As he exits out of his bedroom, he makes one quick trip to Dewdrop’s bathroom, just so he can flush the toilet to make it sound like he actually needed to use the bathroom. “I love being ruthless.” A personality he adores and abuses a lot.
Dumpling heads downstairs, with his fist balled up and his eyes darting to the couch, watching as Dewdrop is almost done with the last cutted ham. His belly had to be about a yoga ball at this point, still not creaking or red as if a bomb was going off inside. Making it all the way down, Dumpling uses a fruit bowl that’s sitting on the kitchen counter to hide the cash by sliding it underneath without the Pico Pico Monster noticing. “Mmfh! Dumpling!” It calls out his name, groaning for assistance.
The Flapper makes his way back to Dewdrop to see how the big-bellied monster is doing. “Oh my, you sure look full.” He pokes the side of Dewdrop’s tummy, still soft as dough. “Though it doesn’t feel like it.”
Dewdrop devours the last remaining pieces, letting out his final gulps. “Fudge! T-That was a big one. BUUUURPP! BRAARRRRRP!” No matter what it eats or drinks, Dewdrop can’t stop belching. “Oh please….my belly can’t handle any indigestion.” It begs, losing confidence and willingness.
“Oh you don’t get to say when you’re done.” Dumpling tells it, taking control as always. “I got those pizzas coming soon and you’re going to eat every single slice there is, got it? Otherwise, I may have to double it. And judging by your size, doubling thirty boxes won’t be so good for your guts.” With a warning like that, how can Dewdrop win that argument?
“F-Fine!” It surrenders. “Just as long as you give me some belly rubs.” Dewdrop can use some belly rubs, like a dog needy for attention.
“A good deal breaker I’ll say.” The Flapper crosses his arms in a stance, looking into the eyes of a submissive feedee. The staredown breaks once the doorbell rings. “Ah, the pizza is here. I’ll be right back.” Dumpling says as he goes to the fruit bowl to pull out the twenties and then to the front door.
He opens the door to see the pizza delivery guy, soaking wet, with two large stacks of pizza boxes behind him. They were both twice the height than he is. “Hey there, I double counted it to make sure we had all thirty.” The guy seemed nervous, the first day on the job maybe?
Dumpling takes a look at the stacks, his heart pounding with excitement. “Good, here’s the money.” He just shoves the cash towards the delivery man’s chest. “Keep the change as well.”
“Thank you!” The driver blesses his gratitude. “Do you need help getting these in?” He offers.
“Yeah, I can. Just grab one and I got the other.” Dumpling directs while he grabs the first stack. He may look small and skinny but Dumpling has strength and he doesn’t want people to think he’s weak. While he and the delivery guy carry the boxes towards the living room, the driver freezes in time, a bit afraid to see what was a blubbery and furry ball on the couch who belches every five seconds. The guy was about to say something but Dumpling cut him off quickly. “Don’t worry about him, he’s like this. Now get out of here, I’m going to be busy.” He shoos off the man out the front and slams the door before locking it. “Good, seems like your final course is here, big blimp!” Happily, Dumpling scoots the boxes near the couch though it seems like he may not be able to reach up high. “Hmmm, now how to….” He looks over at Dewdrop, mostly his ginormous belly. “Ah, I got it!” With an idea popping in his head, Dumpling begins to climb on both the couch and Dewdrop. The Pico Pico Monster grumbles and lets loose another belch as Dumpling pushes his weight on top of it. Getting to the top, he looks down at Dewdrop, just seeing his adorable blushing face makes his heart warm. Succeeding his first step, Dumpling leans over to the stack of pizza boxes carefully, opening it up and getting a good whiff of the warmth of the cheesy pepperoni pizza. “Now that’s delicious! Shame I can’t eat any.” He pats Dewdrop’s tummy. The Flapper needs to plan out how he is going to feed this lardball. Thirty pizzas is a lot, even more if he were to stuff it individually. Then he remembers something as he looks back down at Dewdrop. “Hey buddy, can you make these pizza slices levitate and float towards your mouth? My short arms can’t reach those stacks.”
“Huh, you want me to use my magic to feed myself?” Dewdrop questions. “BUUUURP! I-I guess I can try. But just as long as you don’t try to mess up my incantations.” The Pico Pico Monster does know how to levitate objects on its own but not to eat them. Is it moral to do so? “Alrightly then…BUUURP…..here it goes!” He waves his hands around in circles while he mumbles some Latin words that Dumpling can’t understand. Suddenly, the pizza boxes begin to shake as if there’s an earthquake going on right now. The top pizza pie floats out of the box before the slices separate from each other.
Impressed with Dewdrop’s talent, Dumpling chuckles as he helps pamper his blubbery friend. The stacks of boxes fell over onto the floor but as it turns out, the pizza slices didn’t drop to the ground. In fact, they stayed afloat like balloons. Dewdrop organizes them so they can go into a straight spiral line that almost reaches to the ceiling, with the first slice just inches away from its mouth. “I’ll give you some belly rubs while you eat. Now grow for me tubby, grow!” Dumpling shouts with glee, hugging its belly tightly.
“BUUUURP! A-as you wish.” Dewdrop rolls its eyes before opening its mouth for the first pizza slice, still steaming hot. The Pico Pico Monster chews it and swallows in less than ten seconds. And so the train of stuffing begins with Dewdrop continuously munching down on those slices. It can take them down easily and quickly, like a conveyor belt.
Just about a minute later, Dumpling can tell that Dewdrop’s belly continues to swell once more, just at a slower pace this time. He can’t tell if he’s riding on his friend’s belly or an inflating ball of some sort. Maybe both but who knows. “Keep eating! You have a long way to go!” The Flapper momentarily presses on its belly harder, incredibly more softer than last time. About another minute in, Dewdrop is about a quarter done with the pizza slices. As it keeps eating, it seems that not only did its belly gain weight, but its lower body as well. Its butt pushes up from the couch while its legs, which were bloated with fat to begin with, dispersed away from each other, and its hips bonded with its belly and butt, giving Dewdrop a pear shape. Its legs touch the end of the couch, in fact it was taking up the entire couch at this point. Dumpling notices this of course but isn’t worried about it all, as if he cares about Dewdrop’s unusual size. Rather, he’s much encouraged and intrigued by the increased growth. Dumpling kneads against the creature’s tummy, only to cause the big monster to moan. “Heh, what’s wrong? You don’t like it when I press your gut.”
Dewdrop wanted to say that, but at the same time it didn’t want to upset him. Especially after all that he’s done for it. “N-No, I don’t mind at all.” He speaks midway through his chewing.
“Okay then.” Dumpling shrugs as he continues to tease around. Now halfway through, Dewdrop’s bottom heavy body is just big enough that its own couch creaks with pain, its weight being too massive to keep holding on. All while Dumpling rests on top, a bit tired to do anything at the moment besides brush his webbed hand against Dewdrop’s fur. As time goes on, Dewdrop’s body can’t fit properly on the couch as it’s right side starts to drop off of the sofa.
Impatient, Dewdrop wants to pace up its magic. So rather than eating one at a time, it stacks about three slices at once and stuffs itself with it. Its mouth and throat can handle three at a time for sure. [Chomp, Gulp, Huff] Those are sounds Dewdrop makes each time it consumes a load of pizza slices. From what should have taken two more minutes has turned into ten seconds, chowing down all of the slices just so it can be done with it. It’s belly only creaks and groans, almost to its limit of fullness. Once it is done, Dewdrop sticks out its tongue and pants. The poor creature is too worn out to move or eat more. “Oh man, so full….BUUUURP! And gassy too!” Dewdrop whimpers as its gas wasn’t doing so well. By eating this much food, its indigestion system has to be going wild.
Dumpling scoots closer to its belly’s edge to check out Dewdrop. “Is that so? Need some room or just love burping?” It can be both for Dewdrop. Being a belchy monster might be a new kink for him, along with being fat and round.
“I don’t know. I think- [GROOOOOWWWLLL!] Its gut rumbles vigorously, shaking and vibrating. “Oh god! S-Somethings happening inside! My stomach feels like it’s gonna burst!” It screams out loud, unable to handle whatever was going on. Did it eat too much and was going to pop? Soon, its body shows signs of swelling and expanding, ballooning up with gas. “Gah! Grrrrr!” It grunts and grits its teeth.
The Flapper couldn’t believe that Dewdrop was inflating, inch by inch its belly grows. “Oh ho ho! Now that’s a surprise twist! Now I got a balloon as a feedee!” He mocks without showing any fear or stress unlike Dewdrop who whines to the feeling of his taut gut. It curls its toes up, tries to place its hands on its belly in hopes to soothe it, and begs for help from the Flapper.
“P-Please! My belly can’t hold anymore!” The creaks get louder and for the first time, its skin gets tighter as Dumpling’s hands don’t sink into its gut. “N-No! I need to….BELCH! GRAAAAAAA!” With a powerful scream on the top of its lungs, it can feel a build up in its throat, a large one too. Its throat expands up like a bullfrog and finally its cheeks extend towards its shoulders. [BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! BROOOOOOOOOORPPPPPPPP! BRAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWP!] It lets out monstrous burps, each one helping to deflate its belly back down. It pants heavily as well between the belches. [BUUUUURRPPPPP!] At last, Dewdrop manages to control its digestion once again. “God….that was close!” It wheezes, out of breath.
“Man, you are full of surprises, I'll tell you that.” Dumpling wishes its belly didn’t have a limit. Dewdrop could have spaced out the entire living room and kitchen if its skin was elastic. “So, I’m guessing no more food then? You do look stuffed.”
“Yeah, you can say that.” A part of it regrets doing this in the first place while the rest asks why it couldn’t make Dumpling eat all of that food. Unable to move and with a troubled digestion, who knows how long it’ll take to break down everything inside. “Now before you go, I have one last request for you.” It points out.
“Oh? What is it?” He asks, a bit curious to hear what the fatty has to say.
“I want you to go down to my bottom side and rub my legs. They need some massaging and I can’t get my arms down there as you can see.” Only an imperceptible smirk is what’s on its face. Dewdrop rubs its feet against the couch’s arm rest, too eager to be patient.
All Dumpling can do is just scoff, confident that Dewdrop gives him a simple mission. “Sure, why not.” Without thinking about it, Dumpling slides down its belly towards the end of the couch where there is barely any room to sit. He pushes his legs against Dewdrop’s bottom, just enough to sit on the couch easily, now bundled up and choosing the closest leg to rub. “How is this?” He asks, softly massaging Dewdrop’s leg, using his fingers to push against it’s flabby muscle and fur.
What the Flapper didn’t know was that he had put himself into a trap. Dewdrop’s smirk brightens up once he has Dumpling playing around with him. “Oh yes, just beautiful.” In a swift moment, it pushes its body further down against Dumpling, crushing the poor guy into the couch.
“Grrk! Ack!” Dumpling lets out as his face, legs, and arms are submerging into its fat, like a giant pillow thrusting into him. “What are you doing!? I can’t move!” He couldn’t see a thing but darkness from Dewdrop’s fur with his limbs pinned down.
Dewdrop wasn’t going to let him go, rubbing its big butt against the cushions and listening to the suppressing muffles coming from the Flapper. “Just payback for robbing me. I know you used my money to pay for those pizza slices.” It knew all along ever since Dumpling went up stairs. It had a bathroom on the first floor, just by the entrance and he had to choose the one up the stairs, which was incredibly suspicious for it. “Now as your punishment, you are going to stay there all night. But hey, enjoy my softness. You did a great job fattening me up.” For once, the role has reversed with Dewdrop as the dominant species. “And if you try to escape, just know that I’ll use my magic to turn you into my air mattress.”
“What!?” Dumpling screams out. As a feeder than a feedee, being big wasn’t his thing. Yet, Dewdrop threatens him to become one. Maybe even bigger than the Pico Pico Monster. “Alright! I’m sorry!” He apologizes, surrendering his fight.
“Good, now let’s see what’s on TV.” The remote wasn’t close to it and its short arms couldn’t reach far enough to grab it. So it uses its magic to levitate the remote all the way to it. “Hehe, I love my magic.” Just until it studies more, Dewdrop could be powerful enough to do whatever he wants. Forget about being polite, all it wants now in life is to be big and greedy, just as Dumpling intended it to be. Dewdrop turns on the TV and changes the channel to a cooking show. “Ah, I love this show! Shame you won’t be able to see it, small fry.” The creature makes fun of him, teasingly pressing its body deeper into Dumpling. It’ll admit, Dumpling did a wonderful job helping him get over its fears. Dewdrop may see about getting more advice from him, like how to stand up to people or make them feel weak. That’ll be a day saved for another time.
Dewdrop and Dumpling belongs to squishybellies
Dewdrop has a polite habit of not eating food in front of others, so when Dumpling comes by after a thunderstorm threatens him to go inside Dewdrop's house, the Flapper realizes this habit and wants to break it for it.
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It was supposed to be a wonderful day in the neighborhood full of cute monsters and creatures who are trying to get through the time to get some hobbies and errands done. The thing about this day is that there was an event going on down in their town which was a special festival for all of the population in Mandi Town. Unfortunately, a sudden rainstorm came by to ruin the day and send everyone home or to work. In one of the houses in the neighborhood lives a Pico Pico Monster named Dewdrop, a four footed nonbinary creature who doesn’t have a gender. It has gray fur with a white star shape on its belly, a purple wizard hat that covers its eyes, a purple bow tie around its neck with a cape, a furry tail, rabbit-like ears with diamond earrings, and a pink nose. Dewdrop was disappointed that the festival had to be cut short due to the rain, not to mention that it couldn’t leave its own house since there were rumors of thunderstorms coming up. Dewdrop tries its best to be a polite person who respects people’s space, privacy, opinions, and what they stand for legally. One problem is that it hates eating food in front of people as it believes it's rude to do so. Dewdrop just loves to eat snacks and food, which is the reason why the Pico Pico Monster is chubby. As it tries to think of something to or possibly just eat the leftovers the Pico Pico Monster got in the fridge, someone knocks on Dewdrop’s door. “Huh, I wonder who that is.” Dewdrop wonders.
The Pico Pico Monster takes its time waddling over to the front door, knocking on the other side getting more aggressive. They must be impatient people, Dewdrop assumes. Just before it can touch the doorknob, a voice screams out on the other side. “Open the door, Dewdrop!” Immediately, Dewdrop recognizes the voice. Opening the door as requested, it finds a soaking Flappy on its doorstep, about the same size and height as Dewdrop. His name is Dumpling, a light purple-furred axolotl with a swirl symbol on his cream-colored belly, long ears with pink webbed skin, external gills on his cheeks that stick out half the length of his ears, a purple chubby tail with the tip thinner and pointy as it’s covered with webbed skin, and a pair of short gills on each side of his face. Unlike Dewdrop, Dumpling is considered a very vain, or egotistic, individual creature who would make sure that people know that he’s better than the rest. He can be a little cruel and ruthless if anyone doubts him. How Dumpling handles it is a bit of a mixture of scaring them or making them feel worse about themselves from embarrassment or just getting better at certain hobbies or jobs. For Dewdrop, it's one of the lucky ones as it's humble enough to not go against the Flappy. “Finally you opened the door, fatty.” Fatty is a nickname Dumpling gave it ever since he found out about Dewdrop’s eating habits. Rather than getting permission from the Pico Pico Monster, he goes inside himself. Like a dog, he shakes his body to dry himself off, splashing some water on Dewdrop.
“Gah! Dumping, what are you doing here?” Dewdrop asks as its fur is wet from Dumpling. It goes into the bathroom to grab two towels for both itself and the Flappy. It comes back just to see Dumpling rubbing his feet on the welcome mat. At least he did have a bit of manners.
Dumpling snatches a towel from Dewdrop and dries his face. “What do you think? It’s raining and I hate rain. I’m lucky enough that I was able to make it here. The others were so rude to me when I tried to get into their place for shelter, a bunch of jerks for leaving me out in the cold.” After drying off, he drops the towel on the floor and just walks into Dewdrop’s living room. “So, what exactly have you been up to?” Dumpling sits on the couch, leaning his back onto the cushions as he looks around for the remote to the TV. “Being fat? Eating a lot?” he assumes.
As much as it considers that as an offensive thing to say, Dewdrop blushes at the idea of being fat. It is fat for sure but to have someone point that out is different. “W-Well, I was. But since you’re here, I may skip eating.” That was another problem it has with Dumpling being here. It hates eating in front of him but the kitchen is usually a good place to eat food. And since it is Dumpling, Dewdrop knows the Flappy would just try to ruin it for it. “The remote is on the coffee table by the way.” It helps out Dumpling.
“Thanks.” Dumpling says with an insensible tone. Picking up the remote, he turns on the television and changes it to the weather station just to check out the rain situation. “So you’re not eating today? That sucks, I would have loved to see you eat, lardball.” Dumpling messes with it. The Flappy does love having a fat friend. Its weight makes him feel better about himself, even if he is chubby himself. “So what are you going to do now?”
Dewdrop has no idea whatsoever. If it can’t eat food, maybe it’ll just focus on studying. Dewdrop does go to a magical school to study for its supernatural powers. It can imagine itself as a powerful magician, or an amazing mage. Its finals are next month so studying would be a good idea. “I’m going to go study now. Once the rain goes away, it would be best to leave.”
“Heh.” Dumpling laughs. “That is if it does clear up. It says that the rain will take hours, maybe the entire night.” Which means that he’ll have to sleep here if so, something that Dewdrop worries about. “If you’re worried I’m going to eat the food, I’m trying to stay skinny. And besides, you’re going to have to eat one way or another.”
Hopefully it won’t come to that for Dewdrop. As it heads upstairs to its bedroom, Dewdrop closes the door behind it and sits down at its desk with its textbook right on top. Studying away, Dewdrop tries its best not to think about eating any food. Not until Dumpling sleeps or just leaves. It could just eat in its bedroom, but it also believes that it's both rude and unpleasant to eat in the same place it sleeps in. Meanwhile in the living room, Dumpling changes the channel to see if there was anything else on. He finds nothing besides the food channel. He wonders if Dewdrop watches the food channel while it eats or even cooks food. Maybe he’ll know afterwards after Dewdrop comes downstairs starving.
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About three hours go by and Dewdrop struggles to hold in its hunger. As the Pico Pico Monster tries to focus on its studying, using a magical wand to help make some basic spells and casts with none that can help its situation, its belly starts growling with anger. It’s stomach demands food now but Dewdrop doesn’t want to go downstairs. It gets weaker and weaker with its thinking, unable to focus properly with a hungry gut. “Oooh….please stop.” It begs. “I can’t eat now, not with Dumpling here.” It complains. Dewdrop wishes that he wasn’t here in the first place, it could be eating an entire pizza right now rather than imprisoned in its room. Then again, it should check on Dumpling just in case he’s not making a mess right now. Getting up from its seat, Dewdrop makes its way out of its room and downstairs to see if Dumpling is doing okay. Looking around, it finds its friend still sitting on the couch, watching TV. Looking closer, Dewdrop can see that Dumpling is taking a nap. “He’s asleep.” It whispers to itself. Tiptoeing down the steps, it makes sure that it doesn’t make a sound so it wouldn’t wake Dumpling up. Upon making it to the kitchen, it wonders if it's still rude to eat food even if someone is asleep. Dewdrop wouldn’t know the similarities and with a shrug, it opens the fridge and takes a look around. There were some leftovers at a burger joint, a plastic tub of cut up honey ham he baked a few days ago, a jug of milk, a bag of carrots, and a fresh chocolate cake it was saving for dessert tonight. “Mmmmm, I could eat all of this.” Just as Dewdrop looks around more, it makes the mistake of lowering its guard down as its belly lets out an enormous growl like it had a bear next to it. “Eek!” It slams its hands onto its belly, pressing down to get its stomach to shut up.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Dumpling wakes up from his small nap. “Huh?” He rubs his eyes and looks around his surroundings to find Dewdrop standing in the kitchen, looking terrified. “Oh hey there, chubby.” He stretches his arms and gets off of the couch. He then walks over towards Dewdrop just to see what it’s doing. He first notices that the fridge is open all the way, which is something to take note of. “Oh my, so you were hungry the whole time?” He laughs, knowing how right he was about Dewdrop.
Dewdrop slams the fridge door, with the sound of glass clinking around inside. “N-No! I was just checking to see-”
“Oh don’t lie, fatty!” He interrupts the Pico Pico Monster as he crosses his arms, confronting him. “If you’re hungry, just eat.”
At first, Dewdrop seems to be stuttering its words first, as if it’s having a hard time speaking properly. “I-I can’t! You know it’s r-rude to eat in front of you!”
He slaps his forehead gently. “Oh man, I seriously need to teach you how to do things here. Clearly, I need to take care of you. Go take a seat on the couch.” He orders, pointing his webbed hand at the living room.
“Please, Dumpling. I’m not sure I can forgive myself for this.” It’s like Dewdrop is disappointing someone or just itself. But of course, it follows his orders and goes into the living room. It sits on the couch as Dumpling opens up the fridge and looks to see what he can grab.
“Hmmm, let's start with the leftovers.” He takes the greasy burger bag out and closes the fridge. He opens the bag up and finds an uneaten burger and a cup of fries inside. “Huh, what else was in this bag?” He asks, confused as to why it looked like Dewdrop didn’t even eat anything in the bag.
“Oh, there used to be three burgers and four cups of fries.” That explains it. Dumpling takes the bag over to the living room and sits on the couch, close to the Pico Pico Monster. It whimpered a little as it was worried about doing this.
“Relax, it’s not rude to eat in front of me. I don’t know who told you or where you learned that.” This is one of the first times the Flapper is being nice to it, or at least acting like one. Dumpling puts his hand in the bag and grips on the burger, feeling the cold grease all over his hand. “Start with this. I want you to eat this entire burger. Simple enough.” Dumpling pushes the double meat burger closer towards Dewdrop’s face, with it back it away from the meal, refusing the eat it still. With a disgruntled sigh, he says, “You need to eat it! You can’t just starve!” He sounds like an overprotective dad who won’t let his son be hungry forever.
Dewdrop whimpers, scared that if it goes down this path, it may never be the same again. “I don’t know, Dumpling. I just don’t think I can eat it with you here. M-Maybe the storm is gone.” Dewdrop hopes.
“Really? Let me see?” Dumpling doubts that after the weather channel just said it’ll be raining all day. Yet he gets up from the couch, leaving the burger on the coffee table and checks through the front door’s window. Of course, Dumpling thought it was saying that just to check if it was clear out, but that wasn’t the case. Once the Flapper had turned his back against Dewdrop, the Pico Pico Monster snatches the burger from the table as fast as he can and shoves it down his maw, quickly and dangerously. It did make sounds of biting and chewing, just enough for Dumpling to turn around quickly just to see Dewdrop chowing down on the burger, leaving grease stains on its face. “Oh you smartass.” He crossed his arms but let out a strong smirk, at least impressed that it managed to manipulate him completely. “It seems like I’ll need to do it myself.” Dumpling waltz back to the couch, sitting down and now with the soft and chilly cup of fries next on the menu. “Here, have yourself some cup of fries for your stomach. “Unpleasant with how he treats his friend, Dumpling pins Dewdrop onto the ground, holding it there before forcing the Pico Pico Monster to open its mouth. The poor creature struggles, squirming around in fear. “Don’t struggle, just eat.” He fares to pour the fries down Dewdrop’s maw, like a waterfall down a deep lake. Of course it has to chew the food so it won’t choke on the fries. The more it was forced to gulp them down, the more it wanted to stop. Once the cup is empty, Dumpling gets off of him and lets Dewdrop finish it all up. “There, you did it!” He congratulates Dewdrop. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
For the first time ever, Dewdrop didn’t feel ashamed about what it did. Was it because Dewdrop was so starving or was it because the creature realized how silly it was to think it's so rude to eat in front of its friends. “Hey Dumpling?” It speaks.
Dumpling smiles gently before tossing the plastic cup on the floor, already trashing his friend’s place. “Yes?”
“Can you give me more food?” Dewdrop requests. “Now?”
“Anything interesting you want?” Dumpling pats its head like a dog.
“Give me that cake. I’m starving here.” Surprisingly, Dewdrop says it in a rude manner, something that it's never done before. Seems like Dumpling is rubbing off of it.
Dumpling laughs, happy to hear Dewdrop’s tone changed. “That’s the spirit! Let me go get that cake for you!” He stands up from the couch and goes back to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and finds the chocolate cake Dewdrop told him. “There it is!” Using two of his hands, he carries the cake into the living room. He can tell by Dewdrop’s drooling mouth and widened eyes that it wants that cake so badly. Dumpling puts it down on the coffee table just so he can sit himself down, still closely next to Dewdrop.
“Just give it to me in slices.” It requests.
“Hehe, I got a better idea.” Dumpling chuckles lightly as he grabs the cake’s soft iced breading with a tight grip, burying his fingers inside as the Flappy creature lifts up the entire thing, as if it was a second burger. “Now open up big fatty.” He tells Dewdrop whose mouth expands three times its actual size, enough to fit the whole cake. And so Dumping shoves the cake inside its mouth forcefully, making it bite down hard as bits of icing and crumbs fall onto the Pico Pico Monster’s furry belly. Dumpling wishes he has done this sooner with it, just thinking about fattening this pal up makes his heart racing with pleasure. The one thing he’ll admit is that he does love seeing Dewdrop fat, or fatter in this case. As Dewdrop gulps down large clunks of the mashed up chocolate cake, its belly begins to push forward, ballooning with food just by inches. “Haha, that’s it! Look at that belly grow!” He cheers, giving a good pat on Dewdrop’s soft tummy as some sort of support and encouragement.
Dewdrop licks its lips to clean off the chocolate icing. “T-Thanks. [BUUUURP!] Oh my….” It blushes after that gassy release. The creature never had belched like that before, and it loved every single millisecond of it. “I think I’m starting to get belchy here.” Its digestion system can be a little messed up with food, but it's the least of Dewdrop’s problems. After a while, Dewdrop’s stomach growls once more, demanding even more food. “You know the deal. Get me that ham and jug of milk. My tummy wants more!” It said, acting as if Dewdrop is the king and Dumpling is its little servant.
“Just as long your gut keeps filling up.” He’s not sure how many trips he’ll have to make just to feed his friend, but he’ll do about a hundred for it. So like before, Dumpling goes back to the kitchen, into the fridge, and pulls out the baked honey ham the Pico Pico Monster left out. He can see the sliced marks going downwards to the bottom, yet they stick together as if they were glued together with some adhesive. This had to be twice as long than the chocolate cake it had devoured. “Oh man, I wonder how Dewdrop can handle this.” He says to himself, as if he’s about to make a gambling bet. He grabs the honey ham, heavier than the cake and carefully takes it back to the living room. He hasn’t grabbed the milk yet with both hands full so he just puts it down on the coffee table first before going back into the kitchen to grab the full jug of milk. Coming back, Dumpling asks Dewdrop, “How come you didn’t buy more food? This all looks like you only got yourself food for about two or three days.” He’s just curious, that’s all.
“Oh, I tried going on a diet once. It didn’t work out for me.” The Pico Pico Monster lifts up its gut and drops it down for it to jiggle. “Did you get the milk too?” As if it didn’t see the jug in Dumpling’s hand.
He lifts it up to present it to Dewdrop. “Right here. What do you want to start first?” He sets down the milk next to the ham while letting Dewdrop choose.
“Give me the milk. I don’t want it to be warm if I eat the ham first.” It answers with no hesitation.
Dumpling nods his head as he opens the cap to the milk gallon. The good news was that the milk wasn’t expired so Dewdrop can enjoy drinking the entire thing up. The two had short legs to begin with and Dewdrop already has a belly that spills over its legs so Dumpling can’t sit on its lap while he makes the Pico Pico Monster drink the entire jug. “Now drink all of this and don’t stop. A belly like yours needs more weight.” Before he can grab the milk, he pushes Dewdrop down on the couch back first, its belly looking more like a steep hill. “There, now time for the fun part.” Next, Dumpling uses one hand to pull down Dewdrop’s jaw, just enough for Dumpling to start pouring in the milk. “Just like we practiced.” He said, slowly letting the milk drop down into Dewdrop’s mouth as it's forced to swallow big gulps before its mouth can flood. Its throat expands to take in the waves of milk going down with its tie around its neck getting tighter. Dumpling lowers down the milk near its mouth more, his plan was to get its lips to touch the rim of the plastic jug. But even so, Dewdrop has drunk almost half of the milk inside and it doesn’t plan to stop until the whole thing is gone. Its belly swells again, sloshing around and weighing the creature down. It looked like it had eaten an entire basketball without deflating it or just looking more pregnant. Finally, Dumpling is able to get Dewdrop to touch the milk’s rims with its lips, locking in place. This goes with his next plan, to tilt the jug all the way upside down for the milk to drop down quicker without losing a drop, like a funnel.
“Mmmfh…..Mmmmfh….” Dewdrop muffles between its gulps while in the process of reaching its hands over to its inflating gut just to give it a couple of rubs. Not only does it feel soft, but incredibly squishy. It questions if this is what it's like to be a plumpy monster. With time going on, its tummy reaches to the size of a beach ball, rotund and tight from Dumpling’s point of view. The next thing the Flappy creature finds out is that Dewdrop had actually drunk the whole jug just like he had hoped. Dewdrop pants and wheezes, trying to catch its breath. “Oh man…..BUUUUURP…..that was a lot.” It grunts, still unable to get up from his overweight stomach. “C-Can I take a little break?” The Pico Pico Monster requests.
The Flappy shakes his head, denying it any time to stop. “Nope, we got more to go. After this ham, I may order some pizza. How does that sound?’
“I’ll love some- BUUUURP…..pizza!” Resting its head on the cushions, Dewdrop never felt so alive to just feel both greedy and rude. Was it right though? So far it’s only gotten itself huge and milk-logged.
“Good, now let's get the ham going and then we can take a break right after.” Dumpling uses his hands to break the ham in half, ripping it as if it was made out of paper. He doesn’t want to give the honey ham to it in full, but rather in chunks. Again, he splits one of the halved ham in half. With the right size, being about the equivalent to a slice of cake, he just pushes the pieced ham down its throat. “Come on, eat it fatty. I bet you wanna be like a hippo so badly.” Dumpling is fond of teasing anyone he knows well, which is why he’s having fun doing it with Dewdrop.
Dewdrop has trouble chewing the ham with how spongy it is, most of it being fat with less than thirty percent of the actual meat. The Pico Pico Monster wishes it had sharper teeth if it knew it was going to eat the honey ham like this. To help with the swallowing, Dumpling places a head underneath its head and lift it up slightly just so it doesn't have to choke. He’s like a caretaker, sort of. “So mufh!” It speaks with its mouth full, more evidence to show how rude Dewdrop is becoming. “Gife me morfh!” Pieces of chewed up ham fly out of its mouth, landing on the ground and Dumpling’s chest and belly. “Shorry!” It did apologize about that at least.
“Oh? Don’t say sorry, you’re supposed to be rude, like a greedy pig who can’t stop eating. At this point, all I can see is a messy swine.” Dumpling’s cruelty has no limits with a creative mind he’s got to make up names and insults. Dewdrop finishes the first part, its belly making gurgling sounds inside. “Huh, did your digestion start no-
“BRAAAAAWWWP!” Dewdrop’s enormous belch interrupts him. A couple of groans afterwards, possibly from a tummy ache or just from how full it feels.
“Never mind.” He sighs after he had a whiff of that gassy release from its mouth. Dumpling collects the second stack of sliced honey ham, maybe a little shorter than the first. “Just think, you’re going to be the talk of the town. Hell, you could sign up for a sumo contest. Eh, who am I kidding, I’m so going to make you do sumo!” Just as long Dumpling doesn’t go overboard with the feeding. He did give Dewdrop’s underbelly a nice grope, causing the Pico Pico Monster to whimper with satisfaction. “Damn, you sounded like a mutt.” This does remind him about a neighbor, a fat dog/werewolf of some kind who has done binge eating sessions before. If he had the time, Dumpling can see about asking him for advice. Not for himself, but for how to make sure Dewdrop is properly stuffed in the future. Stuffed like a turkey as a chance. “Already, I’ve wasted time. Let’s get going!”
Dumpling shoves the intact ham while giving Dewdrop a helping hand to push up on its lower jaw to chew the meat. “Mfhh! Mfhhh!” Although Dewdrop hates how Dumpling is forcing its non-sharp teeth into the ham, it has no choice. It does work still, mushing up it before swallowing it down bit by bit. Its stomach widens more, just looming over Dewdrop’s head to which a shadow from his gut takes form around his face.
As it tries to take on the ham, Dumpling decides that it would be the best time to order that pizza. But rather than using his own phone, he uses Dewdrop’s that was just sitting on the coffee table. When he picks it up and turns it on, the first thing that he notices is that Dewdrop never put in a password for him. “Heh, first mistake buddy.” With it unlocked, he makes a call towards a popular pizza place, one that has the best food for the cheapest prices. It rings for some time before someone on the other line picks it up. They speak first, greeting themselves and asking what he would like to order. “I’ll need about thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and make it snappy. I have a friend here who needs it fast.” Dewdrop’s eyes went into shock once it heard how many pizza pies its friend was ordering. Even the Pico Pico Monster can hear the person on the other line raising his tone, both surprised and in denial. “You heard me pal! My buddy will starve if he doesn’t eat! I’m paying a lot of money here!” He starts to raise his tone back at him, getting defensive at the caller. Moments later, there’s a bright smile on Dumpling’s face, a satisfied look as he hangs up the call. He turns to Dewdrop who finishes up the second ham. “Good news fatty, the pizza will be here soon!”
Dewdrop wanted to be excited to hear that, but having to eat thirty pizzas is something it may burst over for. Can its stomach handle that much? Just the thought alone gives its shivers down its spine. “How are you going to pay for it? Thirty boxes is a lot! BUUUURP!” Dewdrop belches afterwards.
“Relax, I got the money.” A dreadful lie he speaks. Dumpling is jobless who lives off with a roommate of his. How he doesn’t have one isn’t a question that can ever be answered. In fact, he schemes to use Dewdrop’s money instead, that is if he can find the creature’s wallet. With the half of ham left on the table, he swiftly grabs it and shoves it deep into Dewdrop’s mouth in seconds, trying to distract it. “Here, take this and eat it!” He commands, ramming the honey ham deep to the point where the poor Pico Pico Monster can’t speak a word.
It was like a gag in its mouth, stuck and having a hard time spitting it out. All Dewdrop can do at this point is to chew it, break it up, and swallow it. “Mmmffhh! Mmfhhhhh!” Dumpling could have taken the time to cut up the rest of the ham into smaller slices. But he needs something to keep Dewdrop company while he looks for his wallet.
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.” He zooms off quickly, away from Dewdrop’s view. He assumes that the Pico Pico Monster must have left its wallet in its bedroom upstairs. Carefully and silently, Dumpling walks up the stairs without getting the attention from his stuffed friend. He doesn’t remember much of the layout of its place, but he knows exactly where Dewdrop’s room is at, just to the left at the end of the hall. Once he makes it inside, he takes a look around. Its room was as clean as Dumpling expected it to be, though not for long once he will fix Dewdrop straight. He has trouble focusing his mission as he notices an open book on the desk next to Dewdrop’s bed. He reads through a page just to find out it's one of the creature’s spell books. “Oh….right….” He had totally forgotten that Dewdrop was a mage, or a magical monster he would want to call him. Dumpling wasn’t skillful with magic nor did he attend college there. Which is a shame since he could have done a lot more with just a book and a wand. To his luck, right next to the book is Dewdrop’s wallet, just sitting there and unsecured. “Aha! There you are!” He opens up the wallet, only to find nothing but a bunch of twenties inside. A loud obnoxious, surprised laugh came out of his mouth accidently. He didn’t expect Dewdrop to be loaded with this much cash. “Geez, where does that fatty work at?” That didn’t matter to him, just as long as he’s in possession of the cash now. He grabs as many twenties he can carry in his one hand and rolls it up. He needs to make sure that his hand is kept closed so Dewdrop won’t see the twenties he had just stolen. As he exits out of his bedroom, he makes one quick trip to Dewdrop’s bathroom, just so he can flush the toilet to make it sound like he actually needed to use the bathroom. “I love being ruthless.” A personality he adores and abuses a lot.
Dumpling heads downstairs, with his fist balled up and his eyes darting to the couch, watching as Dewdrop is almost done with the last cutted ham. His belly had to be about a yoga ball at this point, still not creaking or red as if a bomb was going off inside. Making it all the way down, Dumpling uses a fruit bowl that’s sitting on the kitchen counter to hide the cash by sliding it underneath without the Pico Pico Monster noticing. “Mmfh! Dumpling!” It calls out his name, groaning for assistance.
The Flapper makes his way back to Dewdrop to see how the big-bellied monster is doing. “Oh my, you sure look full.” He pokes the side of Dewdrop’s tummy, still soft as dough. “Though it doesn’t feel like it.”
Dewdrop devours the last remaining pieces, letting out his final gulps. “Fudge! T-That was a big one. BUUUURPP! BRAARRRRRP!” No matter what it eats or drinks, Dewdrop can’t stop belching. “Oh please….my belly can’t handle any indigestion.” It begs, losing confidence and willingness.
“Oh you don’t get to say when you’re done.” Dumpling tells it, taking control as always. “I got those pizzas coming soon and you’re going to eat every single slice there is, got it? Otherwise, I may have to double it. And judging by your size, doubling thirty boxes won’t be so good for your guts.” With a warning like that, how can Dewdrop win that argument?
“F-Fine!” It surrenders. “Just as long as you give me some belly rubs.” Dewdrop can use some belly rubs, like a dog needy for attention.
“A good deal breaker I’ll say.” The Flapper crosses his arms in a stance, looking into the eyes of a submissive feedee. The staredown breaks once the doorbell rings. “Ah, the pizza is here. I’ll be right back.” Dumpling says as he goes to the fruit bowl to pull out the twenties and then to the front door.
He opens the door to see the pizza delivery guy, soaking wet, with two large stacks of pizza boxes behind him. They were both twice the height than he is. “Hey there, I double counted it to make sure we had all thirty.” The guy seemed nervous, the first day on the job maybe?
Dumpling takes a look at the stacks, his heart pounding with excitement. “Good, here’s the money.” He just shoves the cash towards the delivery man’s chest. “Keep the change as well.”
“Thank you!” The driver blesses his gratitude. “Do you need help getting these in?” He offers.
“Yeah, I can. Just grab one and I got the other.” Dumpling directs while he grabs the first stack. He may look small and skinny but Dumpling has strength and he doesn’t want people to think he’s weak. While he and the delivery guy carry the boxes towards the living room, the driver freezes in time, a bit afraid to see what was a blubbery and furry ball on the couch who belches every five seconds. The guy was about to say something but Dumpling cut him off quickly. “Don’t worry about him, he’s like this. Now get out of here, I’m going to be busy.” He shoos off the man out the front and slams the door before locking it. “Good, seems like your final course is here, big blimp!” Happily, Dumpling scoots the boxes near the couch though it seems like he may not be able to reach up high. “Hmmm, now how to….” He looks over at Dewdrop, mostly his ginormous belly. “Ah, I got it!” With an idea popping in his head, Dumpling begins to climb on both the couch and Dewdrop. The Pico Pico Monster grumbles and lets loose another belch as Dumpling pushes his weight on top of it. Getting to the top, he looks down at Dewdrop, just seeing his adorable blushing face makes his heart warm. Succeeding his first step, Dumpling leans over to the stack of pizza boxes carefully, opening it up and getting a good whiff of the warmth of the cheesy pepperoni pizza. “Now that’s delicious! Shame I can’t eat any.” He pats Dewdrop’s tummy. The Flapper needs to plan out how he is going to feed this lardball. Thirty pizzas is a lot, even more if he were to stuff it individually. Then he remembers something as he looks back down at Dewdrop. “Hey buddy, can you make these pizza slices levitate and float towards your mouth? My short arms can’t reach those stacks.”
“Huh, you want me to use my magic to feed myself?” Dewdrop questions. “BUUUURP! I-I guess I can try. But just as long as you don’t try to mess up my incantations.” The Pico Pico Monster does know how to levitate objects on its own but not to eat them. Is it moral to do so? “Alrightly then…BUUURP…..here it goes!” He waves his hands around in circles while he mumbles some Latin words that Dumpling can’t understand. Suddenly, the pizza boxes begin to shake as if there’s an earthquake going on right now. The top pizza pie floats out of the box before the slices separate from each other.
Impressed with Dewdrop’s talent, Dumpling chuckles as he helps pamper his blubbery friend. The stacks of boxes fell over onto the floor but as it turns out, the pizza slices didn’t drop to the ground. In fact, they stayed afloat like balloons. Dewdrop organizes them so they can go into a straight spiral line that almost reaches to the ceiling, with the first slice just inches away from its mouth. “I’ll give you some belly rubs while you eat. Now grow for me tubby, grow!” Dumpling shouts with glee, hugging its belly tightly.
“BUUUURP! A-as you wish.” Dewdrop rolls its eyes before opening its mouth for the first pizza slice, still steaming hot. The Pico Pico Monster chews it and swallows in less than ten seconds. And so the train of stuffing begins with Dewdrop continuously munching down on those slices. It can take them down easily and quickly, like a conveyor belt.
Just about a minute later, Dumpling can tell that Dewdrop’s belly continues to swell once more, just at a slower pace this time. He can’t tell if he’s riding on his friend’s belly or an inflating ball of some sort. Maybe both but who knows. “Keep eating! You have a long way to go!” The Flapper momentarily presses on its belly harder, incredibly more softer than last time. About another minute in, Dewdrop is about a quarter done with the pizza slices. As it keeps eating, it seems that not only did its belly gain weight, but its lower body as well. Its butt pushes up from the couch while its legs, which were bloated with fat to begin with, dispersed away from each other, and its hips bonded with its belly and butt, giving Dewdrop a pear shape. Its legs touch the end of the couch, in fact it was taking up the entire couch at this point. Dumpling notices this of course but isn’t worried about it all, as if he cares about Dewdrop’s unusual size. Rather, he’s much encouraged and intrigued by the increased growth. Dumpling kneads against the creature’s tummy, only to cause the big monster to moan. “Heh, what’s wrong? You don’t like it when I press your gut.”
Dewdrop wanted to say that, but at the same time it didn’t want to upset him. Especially after all that he’s done for it. “N-No, I don’t mind at all.” He speaks midway through his chewing.
“Okay then.” Dumpling shrugs as he continues to tease around. Now halfway through, Dewdrop’s bottom heavy body is just big enough that its own couch creaks with pain, its weight being too massive to keep holding on. All while Dumpling rests on top, a bit tired to do anything at the moment besides brush his webbed hand against Dewdrop’s fur. As time goes on, Dewdrop’s body can’t fit properly on the couch as it’s right side starts to drop off of the sofa.
Impatient, Dewdrop wants to pace up its magic. So rather than eating one at a time, it stacks about three slices at once and stuffs itself with it. Its mouth and throat can handle three at a time for sure. [Chomp, Gulp, Huff] Those are sounds Dewdrop makes each time it consumes a load of pizza slices. From what should have taken two more minutes has turned into ten seconds, chowing down all of the slices just so it can be done with it. It’s belly only creaks and groans, almost to its limit of fullness. Once it is done, Dewdrop sticks out its tongue and pants. The poor creature is too worn out to move or eat more. “Oh man, so full….BUUUURP! And gassy too!” Dewdrop whimpers as its gas wasn’t doing so well. By eating this much food, its indigestion system has to be going wild.
Dumpling scoots closer to its belly’s edge to check out Dewdrop. “Is that so? Need some room or just love burping?” It can be both for Dewdrop. Being a belchy monster might be a new kink for him, along with being fat and round.
“I don’t know. I think- [GROOOOOWWWLLL!] Its gut rumbles vigorously, shaking and vibrating. “Oh god! S-Somethings happening inside! My stomach feels like it’s gonna burst!” It screams out loud, unable to handle whatever was going on. Did it eat too much and was going to pop? Soon, its body shows signs of swelling and expanding, ballooning up with gas. “Gah! Grrrrr!” It grunts and grits its teeth.
The Flapper couldn’t believe that Dewdrop was inflating, inch by inch its belly grows. “Oh ho ho! Now that’s a surprise twist! Now I got a balloon as a feedee!” He mocks without showing any fear or stress unlike Dewdrop who whines to the feeling of his taut gut. It curls its toes up, tries to place its hands on its belly in hopes to soothe it, and begs for help from the Flapper.
“P-Please! My belly can’t hold anymore!” The creaks get louder and for the first time, its skin gets tighter as Dumpling’s hands don’t sink into its gut. “N-No! I need to….BELCH! GRAAAAAAA!” With a powerful scream on the top of its lungs, it can feel a build up in its throat, a large one too. Its throat expands up like a bullfrog and finally its cheeks extend towards its shoulders. [BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! BROOOOOOOOOORPPPPPPPP! BRAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWP!] It lets out monstrous burps, each one helping to deflate its belly back down. It pants heavily as well between the belches. [BUUUUURRPPPPP!] At last, Dewdrop manages to control its digestion once again. “God….that was close!” It wheezes, out of breath.
“Man, you are full of surprises, I'll tell you that.” Dumpling wishes its belly didn’t have a limit. Dewdrop could have spaced out the entire living room and kitchen if its skin was elastic. “So, I’m guessing no more food then? You do look stuffed.”
“Yeah, you can say that.” A part of it regrets doing this in the first place while the rest asks why it couldn’t make Dumpling eat all of that food. Unable to move and with a troubled digestion, who knows how long it’ll take to break down everything inside. “Now before you go, I have one last request for you.” It points out.
“Oh? What is it?” He asks, a bit curious to hear what the fatty has to say.
“I want you to go down to my bottom side and rub my legs. They need some massaging and I can’t get my arms down there as you can see.” Only an imperceptible smirk is what’s on its face. Dewdrop rubs its feet against the couch’s arm rest, too eager to be patient.
All Dumpling can do is just scoff, confident that Dewdrop gives him a simple mission. “Sure, why not.” Without thinking about it, Dumpling slides down its belly towards the end of the couch where there is barely any room to sit. He pushes his legs against Dewdrop’s bottom, just enough to sit on the couch easily, now bundled up and choosing the closest leg to rub. “How is this?” He asks, softly massaging Dewdrop’s leg, using his fingers to push against it’s flabby muscle and fur.
What the Flapper didn’t know was that he had put himself into a trap. Dewdrop’s smirk brightens up once he has Dumpling playing around with him. “Oh yes, just beautiful.” In a swift moment, it pushes its body further down against Dumpling, crushing the poor guy into the couch.
“Grrk! Ack!” Dumpling lets out as his face, legs, and arms are submerging into its fat, like a giant pillow thrusting into him. “What are you doing!? I can’t move!” He couldn’t see a thing but darkness from Dewdrop’s fur with his limbs pinned down.
Dewdrop wasn’t going to let him go, rubbing its big butt against the cushions and listening to the suppressing muffles coming from the Flapper. “Just payback for robbing me. I know you used my money to pay for those pizza slices.” It knew all along ever since Dumpling went up stairs. It had a bathroom on the first floor, just by the entrance and he had to choose the one up the stairs, which was incredibly suspicious for it. “Now as your punishment, you are going to stay there all night. But hey, enjoy my softness. You did a great job fattening me up.” For once, the role has reversed with Dewdrop as the dominant species. “And if you try to escape, just know that I’ll use my magic to turn you into my air mattress.”
“What!?” Dumpling screams out. As a feeder than a feedee, being big wasn’t his thing. Yet, Dewdrop threatens him to become one. Maybe even bigger than the Pico Pico Monster. “Alright! I’m sorry!” He apologizes, surrendering his fight.
“Good, now let’s see what’s on TV.” The remote wasn’t close to it and its short arms couldn’t reach far enough to grab it. So it uses its magic to levitate the remote all the way to it. “Hehe, I love my magic.” Just until it studies more, Dewdrop could be powerful enough to do whatever he wants. Forget about being polite, all it wants now in life is to be big and greedy, just as Dumpling intended it to be. Dewdrop turns on the TV and changes the channel to a cooking show. “Ah, I love this show! Shame you won’t be able to see it, small fry.” The creature makes fun of him, teasingly pressing its body deeper into Dumpling. It’ll admit, Dumpling did a wonderful job helping him get over its fears. Dewdrop may see about getting more advice from him, like how to stand up to people or make them feel weak. That’ll be a day saved for another time.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Exotic (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 120 x 112px
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