friendlyneighborhoodspidertits:
“Fine, fine……..”
Vriska sighs, the fudge covered troll girl lifting the barrel again, as she waddles it right next to Rose’s face.
“I GUESS we can do it the 8oring way too! I mean, you have a 8it more space in that gargantuan stomach of yours, don’t you?”
She reaches out and pinches Rose’s nose, if she tries to force her mouth shut to avoid the hose. And as soon as she opens up for any reason… that’s where the fudge hose is going. Pumping more and more fudge straight down into her body. Isn’t this just a delicious treat?
If it was possible for Rose to be sick of fudge, this might just do it.
She wasn’t in any sort of condition to fight, really. Once her nose was pinched, Rose obediently opened her mouth, allowing the hose to enter her once again. Creamy fudge began pouring down her throat, entirely unobstructed, and her already-sore gut gave a burbling groan for mercy as the spidertroll packed it fuller and fuller.
Eyes watering slightly, the fat seer kicked her thick legs at the pressure; she was lying atop her immensely-swollen tummy, and while she would normally be able to use it as a comfortable pillow of sorts, now she just wanted off of it. The rest of her blubbery body was weighing down onto it, and combined with how full she was and how much more she was being made to eat, it ached.
Anonymous asked you:
*You feed Rose a bountiful batch of freshly baked cookies, then insert a hose into her mouth and warm fudge pours into her*
The abrupt presence of another person, with a normally-delectable-smelling plate of fresh cookies and more fudge only caused Rose to give a weak, muffled cry through the hose already in her mouth. Before cookie!Anon could do much, though, her stomach finally reached capacity. The pale girl sputtered, choking momentarily, before the hose fell from her mouth in a spray of fudge.
She was bloated beyond measure, her stomach groaning and gurgling underneath her, and fudge dripped from her mouth as she gave a low, rumbling, sickly belch. All she could do was look up at Vriska and silently pray she had satisfied her apparent “torture innocent young ladies with junk food” quota for the day.
Another queasy belch rocked her wobbling frame. She was officially sick of fudge.
(Source: chunkybroad)
