az/vl short oc stuffing/boobs/lactation/bellynoise/feeding

volumnouslalonde: I already have one troll OC whose booby are Big
volumnouslalonde: I almost wanna make a brown one now tho
azure: something brownbloods animals something cow
volumnouslalonde: Maybe with goat horns. Chubby lowblood with Very Large Boob who'll eat just about anything, but likes being around people and fussing to make sure they're happy and healthy and well-fed.

volumnouslalonde: Short chub? or tall chub.
volumnouslalonde: Short is cute, but every chub is short.
azure: true
azure: tall chub is better for impromptu boobhugs
volumnouslalonde: Yess
volumnouslalonde: and she is all about making sure everyone stays warm and comfy. Even if it's in her huge cleavage.

volumnouslalonde: I'm thinking she's got hella arms
azure: perfect
volumnouslalonde: but also in spite of having silly amounts of The Boob, they also ride fairly high on her chest.
volumnouslalonde: Potbelly? Potbelly.
volumnouslalonde: Tall and strong chub.
azure: potbelly is important
volumnouslalonde: Stretchy potbelly for holding very large feasts.
azure: big girls with big appetites
volumnouslalonde: Occasionally uses wheelbarrows to carry her gigantic tum from one feast to the next.
azure: she needs to eat fast and digestion is too slow
volumnouslalonde: Packs away two to three times her body weight in one go, sleeps for days
azure: passed out in a comfy bed, sprawled out with her heavy chest rising and falling atop her gargantuan comfortably gurgling and groaning beachball belly
volumnouslalonde: May or may not be wearing anything other than the kilt
azure: her shirt became insufficient two meals ago

volumnouslalonde: OK, so let's summarize. We have a rather tall, excessively busty, pot-bellied and strong-armed brown-blooded troll named Merill Hircae who is something of a homely, cuddly friend to everything, eats everything, and hugs everyone. She wears only a kilt, stockings and shoes, has a light scottish accent, goat horns, and long braids, as well as a celtic knot tatooed on her back. Her typing quirk is replacing vowels with apostrophes basically whenever, and her handle is bottomlessCornucopia.
azure: perfect

volumnouslalonde: omf but merill in an open bathrobe
azure: yes good
volumnouslalonde: boobs uncontainable, belly swollen and sloshing with every step, belt tied just far enough that her nook isn't easily viewed.
azure: bust bouncing and wobbling with every movement and weighing down on that glunking gurgling tummy
volumnouslalonde: occasional dribbles from her teats if they're put under too much pressure
volumnouslalonde: everything she leans against gets a little splash on it
azure: breasts as sloshy and fluid-filled as her gut though with less constant digestive rumbling and squelching

azure: you have me thinking about noisy chub stuffings now fuck
volumnouslalonde: huge, distended stomach churning and moaning as the muscles shudder and squeeze around an entire roast boar, grumbling and groaning from the depths of her gut as she slowly turns food into fat, occasional squelches and higher-pitched squeals from her stomach as gas rises up into little burps and belches.
volumnouslalonde: do not tell me your weaknesses for I have no chill

volumnouslalonde: She's just sitting half-naked in a recliner by the fire, turning to her foot-tapping, impatient feeder and just murmuring in a quiet, sleepy voice "Ye cannae expect me to turn this big of a biy inta milk and fat that quickly, my gut's only capabl'a so much."

azure: occasionally letting her hands roam over that hugely packed middle past her visibly leaky breasts, palms pressing into either side of that churning belly and barely being able to push into the barely-soft grey surface as she can feel the tightly-packed contents push her tummy outwards, as well as every straining rumble and groan and wet, digestive squelching gurgle from how strained and distended she is under her soft padding, gas and acid and slowly digestive food shifting and bubbling away within

volumnouslalonde: Feeder just starts carting up the next feast, prompting it to her face. Merill just starts devouring it anyways with big bites and wet, satisfied gulps, each one pushing her belly out further and further as the pressure inside her leads to bigger, heavier gurgles, groans churns, while each mouthful results in a quiet rumble every time she expands just a little further.
volumnouslalonde: Occasionally taking swigs from her own massive breasts just to wash it all down

azure: her dutiful feeder resting their hand on her belly, slowly rubbing their palm over the surface as they feel that massive orb of food and pudge stretch and bulge out further with every heavy, audible gulp, the persistent low rumbling and groaning of her overtaxed middle's desperate attempts at digestion punctuated with deeper, wetter blorps, churns and rumbles as she adds her own rich milk to her bulging belly's hot contents, long squelches and airy gurgles heralding every small strained urp or belch she gives as her breasts are pushed up further by her pressurized, noisily protesting midriff

volumnouslalonde: Every time she drinks, everyone can hear the huge gulps of cream splashing and gushing through her stomach, pouring through her meal and eventually joining the sloshing fluids at the bottom of her gut. She starts whimpering every now and again just from the weight shifting inside her as her stomach keeps working away at it.

azure: her partner kneeling a bit next to her to slide their hand to her rounded underbelly, slowly pushing up against that hanging, bulging semisphere of tummy and lifting the gurgling mass to squeeze and rub beneath, formerly soft potbelly bloated and swollen to an immense size and rock-solid beneath her fatty padding, the overstuffed girl giving a throaty whine as the palm rubbing and pushing into her middle causes her stomach's contents to noisily shift and slosh within her, so stretched out and so snugly packed she can feel the motions of her perilously bubbling stomach and the guttural groans and squelches every wet churn causes

volumnouslalonde: And she's still wearing the kilt, even though it's come unbuckled. It's the only thing stopping her gigantic stomach from sticking to her thick, warm thighs.

azure: her lower stomach bulging cleanly through the fly of the kilt as her feeder leans down and rests their head on her faintly aching gut, between those immensely tender and milk-swollen breasts, just to get an even closer first-hand seat to her digestive cacophony, hands moving all over her beachball belly to press, rub and squeeze at where the grey orb churns and gurgles the deepest, practically able to feel her digestion as the last of her meal slips down her throat and gives her firm tummy one last forced, bulging push outwards against their palms

volumnouslalonde: She starts mumbling something and hugging her feeder even closer, while the thinly-stretched layer of chub over her immense stomach still has bend, give and push to it along with lots of warmth, mumbles something for a little while that no sentient individual could be expected to comprehend, maybe mushes her feeder's face into the side of one of her huge brown-peaked breasts, and then goes silent for just a little. Then, all you hear is a long, wet rumble from her belly, and a quiet snore from her still-drooling mouth.

azure: lying back as far as she can in her recliner, legs spread under her immense middle and arms dangling at her sides, visibly and tactilely stuffed to the brim with rich, fattening meals slowly digesting away in her globular middle, plump nipples damp and only slightly dribbling as those weighty breasts splay atop the sheer immensity of her overengorged middle and her feeder is left to slowly, deeply massage the bloated tension built up in her wetly rumbling stomach, drawn-out bubbling squelches and deep roiling gassy squelches groaning out from that overbloated tummy under their palms as they gently squeeze their fingers into her supple pudge, huge and glutted and giving constant streams of soft, strained burping in her sleep

volumnouslalonde: She stays there for an entire day, and her feeder just gets to watch her stomach shrink, her breasts swell further and further, her thighs thicken and her ass grow, until she eventually wakes up nearly double her last cup size, breasts straining and firm from how much milk she's made, and a mood to go out and work off the pudge she's put on after a long, gentle milking.

azure: chest not quite as massively swollen as her belly had been but no less huge, round and perky from how full of heavy dairy they had become and nipples wet even before they were milked, the lightest squeeze to either of the teats and boobs resting atop her thicker potbelly causing warm milk to squirt and dribble down her round areolas, practically full to bursting and the best kind of sore from the strain put on by their heaving loads of cream as the grey orbs rippled and faintly sloshed with the slightest motion and she gave a very pleased, lip-biting moan at the sensation of having her bulging bosom eased of the pent-up fluid

volumnouslalonde: ok but Merill using soft clamps on her big, fat nipples, keeping all that milk in to spite the sore, tender feeling in them, and ordering up another feast so they can get larger still
azure: yes good

azure: going an entire day just gorging herself and refusing to let herself be milked, eating until she was having trouble standing with her distended, noisily working belly bulging in front of her and then repeating once she had digested some and her breasts had swollen even further with rich milk from her fatty feasts

volumnouslalonde: stopping once they're so heavy that she starts stumbling whenever she turns too quickly, gets up too fast, or has to kneel / bend over for anything. She'd go larger, but she doesn't want to find out how much it'd hurt to fall over onto them.

volumnouslalonde: Sometimes she just does that to impress herself and to go permanently up her capacity. Whenever she's finally ready to undam the gigantic jugs, she either just puts a bucket under each nipple, or gets her two favourite feeders to take them off with their mouths, gushing and gushing with milk as soon as the clamps come off, shuddering and moaning from the pleasure of that first big slosh of flowing milk.

azure: shes already managed to blow up so huge by that point regardless, breasts aching and tender as they overflow her thick arm and milk messily leaks out from the clamps, combining with her still gravid and bulging belly to make her look almost pregnant with food and milk, hands roaming over her supple, swollen chest and feeling those enormous boobs ripple and slosh with even the slightest motion, firmer but no less round tummy slowly gurgling and groaning away under such a bosom

azure: but the release is just as leg-shudderingly pleasurable as the slow, gradual inflation of her own chest, heavy rich fluid gushing from her plump nipples and wide areolae and leaving her touching and squeezing her own bust in blissful release, enough dairy in each tit to fill up a regular person's regular appetite and giving her tenders both a refreshing, warm beverage to guzzle and an oppoetunity to further tease her tender nipples with their lips and tongues

hungryheiress: First, I would like to specifically talk about the people who enjoy the pass time of herping
volumnouslalonde: What