So  roundroses was chatting about DMs making their players act out certain situations, which naturally led to the idea of DM stuffing and eating his players because of what happened to their characters. Enjoy :3

Aster the DM manages to stuff all three of his players by the end of a session, and then gets hungry himself...

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Aster the DM: Stuffing Session (Vore)
By: IndigoRho

Aster looked down at the notes behind his DM screen, then grinned.

“Alright Raf you’re the only one still mobile: how will you proceed?” the black cat asked, brushing a tuft of lavender hair away from his eyes.

Across the table Raf scowled, something he’d been doing all session. The heavy hyena’s chair creaked beneath him as he fidgeted, his pink eyes burning a hole in the dungeon map laying before him.

In most games of Dungeons and Dragons the choice of whether to delve deeper into a dungeon would be an easy one. With Aster as the Dungeon Master, though, such choices frequently had consequences. Hefty consequences.

Aster was firm believer in creating an immersive experience for his players, though they had quickly grown suspect it was mainly for his benefit as opposed to theirs. Aside from acting out their characters they also had to act out certain situations they faced, like traps. Traps that tended to involve the characters getting stuffed silly.

“You’re our—uorrrrrrrrrrrrp—only hope Raf. Just beat the dungeon and we’ll be free for once!” Said a rotund midnight-blue cheetah laying on the couch. He made a weak attempt to sit up, but his gut was bulging out so much he only managed a comical wobble.

Indi was supposed to be the party’s rogue, but the cheetah’s terrible luck with dice rolls meant he was more likely to set off a trap than disarm it. That session hadn’t been any different.

A natural one at the entrance to the dungeon had forced Indi to eat two dozen donuts. Then there was the failed will save in the magic kitchen that allowed Aster to feed him a buffet-worth of burgers. He’d nearly been too full to move after that, but endured. Of course Indi’s greed was what did him in, when he’d picked up a cursed decanter of endless thirst and Aster had revealed the two liters of soda. So much soda. Now he was immobile and belchy.

“Just...just roll me into the room Raf, I’ll—braaap—I’ll take care of it.”

Raf rolled his eyes, not even glancing towards the engorged gray lion who was almost passed out on the floor nearby. They were fairly hefty as well, their middle a lumpy, faintly squirming dome.

When the campaign had begun August had actually been merely chubby. Playing a barbarian had led to him constantly setting off traps accidentally, though. At first he’d felt embarrassed being force-fed by Aster while his friends watched and snickered. As the lion grew fatter and fatter with every session he slowly gained a fondness for the gluttony, and didn’t seem to mind at all when he was inevitably caught in a trap.

Indi’s bad rolls had denied August any of the usual feeding traps that session, but his barbarian rage had more than made up for it. Aster had determined that August’s character had swallowed a food golem whole after getting the final hit on him—coincidentally just as the pizza was being delivered.

The unlucky husky who’d brought the pizza was confused when Aster had referred to him as a food golem, and even more so when he was unceremoniously shoved down August’s throat.

Despite the sizable meal, August still wanted more. Fortunately for the husky he was too stuffed to continue playing.

“Well, Raf?” Aster said.

Raf wished he could just never make a choice, that he could just head home and stop playing D&D. The hyena was far too easy to browbeat into joining, though, too passive to quit. If only he weren’t an invaluable member of the party as their cleric. Maybe he’d get lucky and get to finish a session without getting fattened. Doubtful.

“Ugh, I’ll enter the room I guess,” Raf practically mumbled, expecting the worst.

The sound of dice being rolled behind the DM’s screen made Raf wince, but all that followed was a description of the room. “You walk into the final chamber of the dungeon, steps echoing off the stone walls. The room is dominated by a large stone altar adorned with three jars, each with a different symbol on them. One has a picture of a stone on it, the other a cloud, and the last one drops of rain. Surely one of these is the item you’ve been hired to secure.”

Raf knew there’d be consequences if he picked up the wrong jar. The symbols had to be related to how Aster would stuff him if he failed--the cat seemed to love that sort of thing. He just needed to figure out the clues he’d been given.

Raindrops were an immediate no as far as Raf was concerned. Aster would just grab a hose and fill him with water until his belly was too big for him to handle. That or he’d reveal even more soda he’d hidden somewhere.

Stone. Not food, but then Aster could just say he was getting as heavy as a boulder and feed him till it was true. Too much risk choosing that one.

The cloud was a bit more baffling. Raf couldn’t think of a way for Aster to force-feed him clouds, and they were too light for a stuffing reference.

“I, um...I pick up the jar with the cloud on it,” Raf finally answered.

The hyena knew he’d made the wrong choice the second Aster’s grin widened. “As you pick up the jar it feels lighter than expected, and within you can see something solid white and puffy. A quick sniff fills your nostrils with a familiar scent, though it takes you a moment to remember it: marshmallow.”

“The marshmallow suddenly leaps from the jar and into your open mouth, a flavorful stream that doesn’t end even after you drop the jar in a panic. Your belly begins to swell rounder and rounder, bigger and bigger, filling up with more marshmallow than you’d ever imagined possible. The seams of your tunic rip little by little, the buttons of your rope snapping off in quick succession.”

“You try to make a run for it, but by then your gut is so massive and unwieldy you can barely waddle. You don’t even make it halfway to the corridor before your stumble fall onto your bloated belly—not that you would have ever been able to fit through the entrance in your current state. Eventually the flow of marshmallow stops, leaving you beached on your soft, round belly, helpless.”

Raf had frowned throughout the entire tale. “Why’d it half to be marshmallow,” he grumbled. Though the hyena liked marshmallows, he was prone to overeating them. His friends certainly enjoyed poking fun at the fact he could down an entire bag of them without realizing it.

“Tough luck Raf, but at least you get to have one of your favorite treats!” Aster teased as he stood up and hurried into the kitchen, his plump middle jiggling as he did.

Raf was considering just sneaking off and abandoning Indi and August, but Aster returned too quickly. The cat was lugging a huge case of marshmallows, a wide funnel sitting atop the bags. Raf’s perpetual scowl briefly flashed into a look of nervousness.

“That’s too much!” Raf insisted, his imagination already tormenting him with visions of what his belly would look like if he ate them all--which Aster surely intended.

“Nope, it’s exactly the right amount! The trap in game left your character completely immobile, so that’s how you need to end up, too.” Aster let out a sigh of relief once he finished bringing in the crate. The funnel was picked up and spun around in his paw. “Alright Raf, time to open wide~”

The hyena refused at first, scowling and pouting and frowning up a storm as Aster booped the tip of his muzzle with the funnel. When Raf opened his mouth to grumble the funnel’s end found its way in, and a few swiftly secured straps ensured the grump wouldn’t be able to remove it on his own.

Aster eagerly opened the first bag of extra big marshmallows and began dumping it into the funnel, smiling as he watched Raf start to swallow them down. Slowly but surely the marshmallow pile in the funnel dwindled. A second bag was added, and a third as soon as room was available.

Raf wasn’t given any breaks, forced to constantly gulp down marshmallow after marshmallow after marshmallow. It didn’t take long for his large belly to begin swelling. His button-up shirt clung tightly to his filling middle, buttons audibly straining. The hyena blushed as he felt the pressure building on his shirt, and even more when Aster started rubbing his gut with a free paw.

The popping of the first button caused Raf’s belly to wobble dramatically. Most of the rest followed suit shortly after, exposing the hyena’s middle completely.

Raf’s gut gradually spread over his lap and against the arms of the chair, stuffed with enough marshmallows to stock a grocery store. He could hear the chair faintly creaking beneath him, but it was thankfully reinforced enough to hold out. With only half the crate emptied Raf felt he was probably too full to actually move on his own, and knew Aster was aiming to make him too big to even leave the apartment.

More and more marshmallows tumbled into the funnel, and endless stream just like Aster had described in the D&D session. The cat was beaming as he watched Raf’s belly grow rounder and softer. He teased it whenever possible, from rubs and prods to quick wobbles. There was a simple joy in making someone who was huge even bigger, especially when he imagined how much of that new girth would stick around once everything was digested. It’d be a miracle if Raf were still mobile by the campaign’s end.

As much as Aster adored stuffing his friend, the supply of marshmallows wasn’t infinite. By the time the final empty bag was tossed aside Raf was swallowing on instinct, his eyes glazed over. Even when the last marshmallow was gone he kept swallowing for a few seconds after.

The funnel was carefully removed, Aster thanked with a groan and a belch from the stuffed hyena.

“Your capacity never fails to surprise me, Raf!” Aster chuckled as he started kneading the dazed grump’s gut with both paws. It was somewhat taut but still had plenty of give, though if he pressed too hard a long buh-urrrrrrrrp would ring out. “I bet you could fill the whole room if we had enough marshmallow--I might have to look into the logistics of that~”

Fortunately Raf was unable to focus well enough to hear Aster’s promise.

“Well guys, with all of you conveniently incapacitated I guess this session is over,” Aster said as he walked back over to his spot at the table...and picked up a dice. “Just gotta make one last roll.”

The cat’s tone was enough to make Indi and August nervous. They held their breaths at the distant clattering of dice.

“Oh, I guess the session isn’t over quite yet.” Aster cleared his throat. “Suddenly a swirl of shadow appears in the final chamber, growing larger and larger with every second. From a humble orb it shifts to take on the form of a mighty dragon, scales black and eyes golden. You instantly recognize their majestic, vast presence as that of Asterios, the Stardust Lord!”

There were groans from all three players—though Raf’s had more to do with his stuffed state than what was happening in the game. It was painfully obvious to them that Asterios was Aster’s DM-insert character, and he only did one thing whenever he showed up: ate people.

“Asterios’ hearty chuckle echoes throughout the entire dungeon as he strolls up to Raf, prodding the immobile cleric’s belly with a heavy claw.” Aster, of course, walked back over to the real Raf and did the same thing. “Such a mouth-watering morsel! The temptation to gobble you up right now is strong, but I think I’d rather save you for dessert. Your friends will be on the menu first~”

“The grand dragon shifts into a mass of glittering shadows once more, which rush down the corridors towards an unsuspecting rogue.”

Indi was already wiggling like mad on the couch in a last ditch attempt to get up and make a waddle for the front door. “No way you randomly rolled that dragon showing up, you just wanted to stuff yourself, Aster!” Indi complained as he exhausted himself.

“I’d never fudge a dice roll!” Aster swore with no sincerity, his lucky D20 still in one paw. “Asterios looms over the rogue, his wide shadow spreading over him. ‘Looks like greed got you nowhere fast!’ bellows the dragon, shaking the rogue’s sloshing middle.”

“H-Hey, stop—urrrrrrrrrrrp—stop that!” Indi pleaded as Aster shook him.

“The dragon laughs at the demand. ‘You’d better get used to shaking, because you’ll be doing a lot of it as you slide down my throat and bounce into my mighty belly!’ He plucks up the rogue with ease and holds him over his open maw, dropping him in paws first. The rogue yelps and curses as he plummets through the gullet and into the glittering gut of Asterios, trapped.”

While Aster couldn’t just pick up Indi, he could still eat him paws first. Indi squirmed as he felt his paws and then legs begin to slide down Aster’s throat, the cheetah in no position to halt or even slow his descent.

“Damn it Aster, the DM’s not supposed to eat their players every other session!” Indi said with clear hints of jealousy.

Aster was already up to the cheetah’s massive belly, his middle having ballooned out some. Jaws stretched over the impressive dome, Aster moaning faintly as he felt his mouth and throat filled with cheetah. He hadn’t eaten all afternoon just to build up his hunger for the end of session feast, and found himself greedily gulping down Indi. Soon the frustrated cheetah was just shoulders and a head.

“If you keep this up you’re gonna end up fatter than Raf! Then I’ll be the one scarfing you down every—mmmmph!!”

The rant was cut short as Aster finished shoving Indi’s head into his maw, jaws closing shut with a satisfied sigh. His swelled out over the floor and against the couch as Indi emptied into it. Plenty of kicks and struggling ensued, but to Aster it was all just a delightful internal massage.

With effort Aster lifted his bulging belly off the floor and stood back up, letting out a small belch as he did.

“Asterios patted his bountiful belly, the rogue’s struggles almost invisible. He congratulated the appetizer on being a respectable snack, but knew there were far more filling prey elsewhere in the dungeon. With haste he ventured forth!”

Aster’s heavy steps made the floorboards creak as he waddled over to August. The lion made no futile effort to escape, still a bit too enraptured by his own squirming gut to care that he a was about to get eaten himself.

“Uh, do I get a—braaaaaap—saving throw?”

“None you could ever hope to pass, tubby,” Aster smiled before shifting back into his role. “Bested by your own gluttonous rage in battle, tsk tsk! Perhaps some time on a dragon’s waistline will calm you down~”

Aster knelt down before August, his wobbling belly nearly spilling over the lion’s head. August chuckled nervously, then blushed as Aster licked his lips.

“Swallowing the gluttonous barbarian takes only the slightest bit more effort than the rogue had. His trip is head-first, and he ends up falling right atop his previously-consumed companion, flattening him beneath his girth.”

August finally started wiggling some in protest as everything went dark and his head was swallowed. Aster lacked the size advantage of his draconic stand-in, forced to steadily reel in August while resting on his gut, which eventually swelled more and more.

The sensation of the lion’s squirming belly was wonderful, adding a whole new layer to the feast Aster was indulging in. He savored August more than he had Indi, taking his time since he knew his final course wasn’t going anywhere fast. Aster could feel how massive he was getting with every gulp, his immense middle taking up so much space on the floor. Soon August’s rump and thighs vanished, the rest of his legs following swiftly.

When at last August was completely crammed into his stomach, Aster let out a joyful groan.

“Asterios grinned as he felt his two prey struggling in his stomach, as if there weren’t plenty of room in there for so much more food—such as the marshmallow puff waiting for him in the final chamber,” Aster snickered. “As a mass of bulging shadows he raced back to the cleric, his hunger yet to be sated.”

The description was bold, since the real Aster had to very slowly drag himself towards Raf, his mountainous belly fighting him the whole way. Fortunately the engorged feline had quite a bit of experience lugging around a gut full of friends, inevitably reaching his prize.

“Hasty decisions can lead to hefty clerics! It’s rare for dessert to be as big as the first two courses combined, but I can’t really complain about a meal so decadent and fattening~”

“Ugh, just—urrp—eat me already,” Raf grumbled with some coherency, having recovered a little from his stuffing.

“Asterios laughs at the cleric’s eagerness to get eaten, now suspecting he knows why they keep getting fatter and fatter all the time. He carefully swallows his blubbery, enormous, calorie-filled dessert. The cleric is without a doubt the fattest meal the dragon has had in recent memory, one whose girth they’ll gloat about for months to come!”

With Raf still stuck in the chair and Aster mostly grounded, paws-first was the only way to go.

Raf’s face flushed red as he felt himself getting swallowed, Aster’s tongue flicking about to sneak the occasional taste. He begrudgingly guessed things could be worse—after all, it could have been him eating all the party members. Again. As embarrassing as being turned into a marshmallow puff was, at least he was less likely to gain weight from it in the end.

Consuming Raf was long and drawn out, Aster relishing every second of it as his belly continued to swell upward and outward. Eating his players had only gotten more rewarding as they grew fatter, and all his stuffing traps had ensured their waistlines were steadily swelling. Being a DM had proven to be delightful.

The belly of they hyena was finally defeated, Raf finally able to glance down at the cat gulping him down. He scowled extra hard just to let Aster know how unhappy he was, though the bravado waned as he dipped further and further into the maw. There was one, final growl before Raf vanished completely and Aster’s jaws closed.

“Buorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!”

The belch that announced the end of Aster’s meal rattled the walls and knocked over his DM screen, exposing notes about how all three jars would have led to Raf being stuffed no matter what.

For a solid minute Aster simply purred and hugged his immense belly, feeling the squirms of his three friends within.

“Asterios lets out a modest burp as he finishes swallowing the cleric, his belly bulging from the three-course meal. He yawns and sprawls out in the room, letting his gut wobble to one side so he can admire and rub it. Lunch had been most satisfying. The expansive dragon compliments his prey on their taste, though he does admit they could be a bit plumper and offers to help stuff them in the future. Asterios is always most generous!”

There were muffled complaints from Aster’s own gut, but with things so cramped inside he could barely make out a word any of his prey were saying. He chose to assume they were thanking him for yet another wonderful session.

“Well guys I guess we’ll call things for today. Thank you for the wonderful lunch, and I hope your nap is as relaxing as I know mine is going to be~”

Aster chuckled and yawned, resting his head on his belly and slowly drifting to sleep to the soothing ambiance within...