Sad Hime: Balloon Belly Spell
If one drinks too much from a bottle marked ‘Poison’…it’s almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later.”
Sad hime was in her tea room on a cloudy morning. She was carelessly eating the sweet biscuits that is dipped with chocolate. the gloves came into the room and left the hime her tea, cake, and small bottle filled with a glowing blue liquid. A large purple label with dark blue letters was attached to the bottle’s neck with a string.
“’Drink Me…’” the hime read aloud off the label.“All right,” the hime said, eating one of the biscuits impulsively, “but goodness knows what this will do!!”
She uncorked the vial and brought it to her lips, but stopped when she remembered something her gloves had always told her. “If one drinks too much from a bottle marked ‘Poison’…” sad hime recited aloud to herself, “it’s almost certain to disagree with one s
theHobbit:Fed and Fed again Warning and DisclaimerThis is a massive, weight-gain, belly-stuffing, feeding of all kinds, parody of "the Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien. No disrespect is meant to Professor Tolkien, nor profit intended.
Names are very different, the story...mostly follows the original, but with feedings and huge bodies added.
This isn't meant to be a re-telling of the Hobbit, it's a weight-gain parody.
There will be massive belly-stuffing, force-feeding, huge bellies, breasts, and asses, and even some vore. (Not usually my thing, but with dragons, what else can you do?)
Also, since male feeding and bellies really isn't my thing, everybody (and I mean EVERYBODY) has been genderswapped to female.
If you're a Tolkien purist who'd get upset at this alteration of the Professor's work, don't read it.
If you don't like feeding, weight gain, huge bellies, obesity, and impossible stuffing, don't read it.
If you go ahead and read it any way, and get disturbed or upset, don't cry to me. I warned you.
Victoria's Revenge. (SSBHM, force feeding)Tim looked at his watch and groaned. Two a.m. and he was still playing on the xbox, absent mindedly reaching for crisps and reaching the end of his... seventh? eighth beer? Another day had passed and he had done nothing whatsoever to look for a job, go to the gym, tidy the flat or do the laundry. At least he'd showered that morning, which made that particular Tuesday slightly more productive than the Monday and Sunday which preceded it. This was getting out of hand he thought to himself. It was nearly two months now since he had lost his job and he was feeling extremely guilty and embarrassed with himself for doing precisely *** all about sorting his life out in the meantime. Tomorrow, he figured, he'd turn over a new leaf and sort everything out. Especially his weight which was increasing at a worrying rate. It had begun to creep up ever since he stopped playing football about six months ago, but the last two months of appallingly slobbish behaviour had really caused his body to chang