Sima's Light Post-Nap Snack (Patreon)

You’re cutting it close this time, Margo. It’s not Winter yet, so remember that the sun still comes out close to six in the morning. Damnit! She had to shift her schedule at the convenience store to an earlier night shift for her own gods-damned safety. Seriously.

The sky was turning a bloody red just as Margo scuttled into the safety of her apartment building. If she hadn’t shamelessly delegated half of her shift’s clean-up time to a newbie, she might’ve been stuck at her hell-hole of a workplace until that night! Or worse - she might’ve gotten caught by the sun’s rays and freaking DIED on the walk home! ‘Local vamp dies from her own shitty scheduling - more at eleven.’ HUMILIATING!

Eh, not like it was her first close call with being fried, though. It was just a bit spooky. No big deal, right? Totally. So stop beating so fast, heart. For real. It’s exhausting.

Margo took a deep breath as she rode the elevator up to her floor. Her building was fairly nice - especially for one that catered mostly to demi-humans. It was probably since the landlord was a demi himself if Margo had to guess. That was almost def it, actually. No human would ever care this much about keeping a space for demis this nice. The demi-filled apartment complex that Cass lived in being both human-run and nice was just a rare exception that def did not invalidate Margo’s point at all.

Margo’s apartment was dark and quiet, just like always. She sighed contentedly and kicked off her work shoes. She was exhausted. Not actually exhausted since vampires didn’t need to sleep, but mentally drained and in need of a bit of time spent unconscious. She’d had thirty-eight whole customers on her night shift. THIRTY-EIGHT! And only THREE were demi-humans! It should be illegal for humans to go out at night! Leave the best time of the day to the people who can truly appreciate it! Assholes.

Ok, ok, enough of that! Margo slapped her cheeks and frowned. Her therapist had said she needed to work on her bigotry, and she needed a good word from her therapist to get her next promotion and a bigger paycheck, so… keep the human-hating thoughts in check! Even if humans totally deserve the hate!

Margo blinked. Did that last thought count as bigotry? She was pretty sure it didn’t since it was an objective fact, but maybe she should just keep that to herself at her next session…

The weary vampire trudged to her room and slid out of her work clothes. She pulled on some mega-comfy PJs to soothe herself after her hard night of work, then went back out into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge and examined her options. B-, AB+, A+... she could really go for some O- right now, but the bank reserved that blood for other O’s usually, so she almost never had any. In lieu of any O blood, she’d have… B-.

As Margo snagged her chosen type, her eyes caught on a half-finished gallon of tomato juice. It was tempting to have some tum fun, but she knew from experience that she wouldn’t get far when she was tired like this. It’d just be a waste of juice. Hard pass, then. She’d settle for a nice VOD of Cass and her favorite red toy after she ate.

At least, that was the plan, but as Margo was waiting for her blood to heat up on the stove, her ears perked up. Blankets shifting. Bedsprings creaking. Feet on carpet. Finally, the creaking of a door. Sima was up. Weird. Wasn’t she supposed to still be asleep for another few weeks? Margo pulled out her phone, and… oh. It had already been another few weeks. Well, when you’re an ageless being like Margo was, time tended to slip away sometimes. That was a good excuse for losing a few weeks, right? Right.

Margo listened as a massive yawn echoed down the hallway. When she heard the bathroom door click open, she respectfully turned her attention to her phone as any good highly-sensed roommate would. About fifteen minutes later, just as Margo was pouring her body-temp blood into a mug, the bathroom door clicked open again. It would be nice to say hi to Sima for the first time in a while. She’d kinda missed her strange roommate.

Eventually, Sima rounded the corner into the kitchen. Margo gave her a once-over before saying, “Hey, Sima. Sleep well?”

A quiet, “Hnng,” and a sleepy nod was the only response Margo got. The vampire smiled politely and sipped her blood as her roommate slunk over to her cupboard. So much for a reunion. Eh, it was what it was. The two had only known each other for about a month before Sima had gone into hibernation anyways.

Looking at Sima from the outside, one would never guess what she was if they weren’t familiar with her kind. She had fluffy silvery-white hair that went all the way down to her hips, droopy and strikingly blue eyes, thick brows and eyelashes, and a very fine layer of hair all along her arms, legs, and back, similarly to an ape. The body hair thing was more along the lines of ‘fuzzy’ than ‘furry’, and the color was the same as the hair on her head so it was hard to see in the light (or so Margo had been told), but it was still there. She was also about four-foot-ten and overly chubby. Or, she had been, but now that Margo looked again, she had a bomb figure and looked a bit taller…

“Oh, hey! You grew a few inches, didn’t you? Lost a few pounds too! Guess all that sleep really helps, huh?” Margo commented.

“Hmm…?” Sima murmured. She stared blankly at Margo for a second, then yawned again, revealing a human-like mouth save for three extra-thick canines on either side of her mouth. “Hmmm… I guess…”

Margo chuckled as Sima returned her attention to her cupboard, pulling out a jar of peanut butter. Sima was a yeti - a demi-human that lived in the frozen north of the planet that tended to hibernate through the summer in warmer climates. They also did just about everything slower than other species - including growing. Sima was about twenty-five, but from what she’d mentioned to Margo before falling asleep last Spring, she’d still be growing until she was around forty. If she grew the same amount each year as she did over this summer, then… oh shit, she was gonna be tall. Hell, she’d be taller than Margo after just one more year. Damn.

It was pretty clear to Margo that Sima wasn’t interested in catching up. She was just mechanically shoveling peanut butter into her mouth using her fingers with her eyes half-shut. Still, it had been a while and Margo was kinda craving some friendly interaction since Cass had been busy lately, sooo… she was down to wait.

Also, Sima slept in the nude and was not cognizant enough to realize or care about that after waking up, so Margo was getting a fun view. Tasty~.

Was Margo going to lust after her roommate? Hell no. That never ended well. She was, however, going to enjoy the sights for a while. Sima had lost a lot of weight over the summer, but she still had a hot rack and hips Margo wanted to sink her teeth into. She also still had a lot of muscle. Yeti bodies apparently knew to use up all of their useless fat before going for the tasty fat and muscle. Thank you, evolution~.

Sima’s fingers came out of the jar with only a small clump of peanut butter. She licked her fingers clean and then, to Margo’s surprise (and delight), stuck her tongue into the jar and started licking it clean. That tongue was way too long for that small body, but Margo was all here for it. Watching Cass eat had given her a small thing for long tongues at some point. Go figure.

Finally, once the jar had lost all of its contents, Sima closed it up and set it aside. Then she reached into her cupboard and pulled out another one, opened it up, and started eating again.

Margo took a heavy slurp from her mug and eyed the second jar apprehensively. She’d never thought about this. She’d done some research on yetis since one was her roommate, sure, so she knew about all the ins and outs of hibernation, but… she’d never considered what that really meant. Was this really going to…?

The vampiress slowly wandered over to behind Sima (she had a nice ass too~) and peered into her open cupboard. It was loaded with non-perishable and long-lasting food. There was more peanut butter, along with canned fruit, honey, jerky, and marshmallows. Margo gulped. Oh boy. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

With a white-knuckled grip on her mug, Margo watched Sima slurp slowly but deliberately slurp down the entire second jar of peanut butter. After that, she reached back into her cupboard and grabbed a third jar. After clearing that out as well, she went for a fourth. And a fifth.

Margo swallowed hard. She inched back around the edge of the kitchen to get a side-profile view of Sima again. Sure enough, the shorter monster’s stomach was starting to show signs of being full. It had been concave before, but now it was a completely flat surface with the smallest of bumps appearing on her upper belly. Sima kept plugging away at her jars of peanut butter and the bump, ever so slowly, grew larger. Right before Margo’s freaking eyes.

The nervous vampire noisily sucked down some of her blood. It was cooling down a bit. Guess she’d better heat it back up again, huh? Boy, that would take a little while. She’d have to stay out here until it was all hot again. What a shame. Really. Totally. Yup.

Though… the longer Margo stayed out here, the less Sima seemed to care. Or… maybe it was that she never cared in the first place? Either way, as Margo bustled about with her excuse to stay and watch, noisily grabbing a clean pot and a spoon to help keep the heating blood from coagulating, Sima didn’t even glance in her direction. She just kept eating… and eating… and eating…

After licking her fingers clean post-eighth jar, Sima reached back into her cupboard. This time, though, she didn’t pull out any peanut butter. She felt around for a bit her eyes seemed to properly focus on the shelf in front of her. “Oh… it’s already out… I should get more… next year… oh well…”

With that, the small yeti lazily slouched over (giving Margo a lovely view of her small belly bump and plush chest drooping down) and pulled open her below-the-counter cabinet. Margo turned off the stove and wandered around to get a glimpse of what was in this cabinet, and… OH boy. It was filled with grape juice. Gallons and gallons of bottles of grape juice. Eh? Why? Hadn’t that stuff gone bad after sitting there for several months? She wasn’t going to drink that, was-

Nope, she was totally drinking it. She’d grabbed a jug, straightened up, pulled off the cap, and immediately started drinking. Margo sighed. The poor woman was probably too tired to care about if her juice had gone bad or not. Hopefully, she didn’t get too sick from this…

At any moment, Margo expected Sima to stop. There was no good reason for this. She just didn’t expect this tiny five-one menace to drain an entire jug in a single go. Except that’s exactly what she did. Margo’s eyes grew wider and wider as she watched the level of juice in the jug drop with every solid *GULP* that she heard Sima take. Her eyes flickered between the emptying bottle and Sima’s belly, which was once again starting to grow - though much faster now than before. It was swelling at… ok, not that fast of a rate compared to, say, Cass. It was still impressive as hell, though.

Sima lowered the now empty bottle and licked her lips. She shamelessly let out a huge *UuuUUooOORp* before setting the bottle down and looking back in her food cupboard. She picked a bag of jerky and, ignoring the resealable line entirely, ripped the thick plastic open like it was wet paper and started sliding strips of preserved cow into her mouth.

Margo gulped. This was the real deal. An IRL gut-stuffing session. And she had a front-row seat. Her. A belly fanatic. What was her luck? A bestie who stuffed as a job and a roommate who stuffed as a biological necessity? What were the ODDS!? She felt like the most blessed vampire in the world! Now all she needed was a gal pal with O-type blood for her to sip from…

She was curious about something, though. Margo slid around Sima and carefully picked up the empty grape juice jug. As expected, the yeti was way too focused on stuffing her face to notice or care about Margo even though the vampire was only a few inches from her. Anyways, so the expiration date was… oh, really? Damn. This stuff lasted for a long time. How did a fruit juice last so long without fermenting? Human food tech was really something else.

Margo’s eyes drifted from the empty bottle to the sleepy yeti next to her. She’d just finished her bag of jerky and was once again licking her fingers clean. Then she reached for another bag. This tiny thing wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down yet despite having a full-blown food baby already. Margo SO wanted to touch and feel that tight, beautiful belly of hers, but… that would DEF be taking it too far. Damnit. So close, yet so far…

The vampire sighed and returned to her blood. It was hot enough, so she poured it back into her mug and sipped at it while watching Sima demolish enough jerky to make any cow in a five-mile radius shudder. That tight belly of hers just kept growing, stretching and rounding out without restraint. Her upper belly was poking out way more than her lower, which was interesting. Her own belly did that too sometimes - usually when she managed to go to larger sizes - but Cass’ didn’t. Why was that? If only more demi-humans did belly content online so she could compare… for research, of course. Obvs.

A respectable stack of cleaned-out jerky bags had appeared on the counter while Margo had been watching. Sima once again had that moment of clarity where she reached for her next bag of food, found nothing, and had to scan the cupboard. “This one too…? Dang…”

Again, the short monster bent down (her belly coming much closer to matching the dangling of her breasts this time) and snagged another gallon of juice. Without any hesitation at all, she started to drink.

Margo just stared, mouth agape. She’d been mentally prepared for the food. She’d seen it, thought about it, processed it, and accepted it. The juice was too much. She knew first-hand about liquid bloating. She knew how taut and heavy a belly got with just a gallon inside of it. Her PB was roughly five liters. This damn sexy beast, without even TRYING, was gulping down a second freaking GALLON on top of all that food! Fuck! Margo was so jealous! But also! So freaking EXCITED! Because DAMN, that swelling gut of Sima’s was so - freaking - AMAZING! And Margo was seeing it IN PErSON! AAAAAH!

It was usually against Margo’s policy to listen too intently to people, but… she HAD to! She angled her ears, focusing intently on Sima, and bit her lip as all those delightful sounds from Sima’s belly started to flood her brain. The heavy rumbling and gurgling from her overtaxed tum, the literal SPLASHING of liquid as it emptied into the pool of juice inside her, the small mini-belches Sima was letting out in between each swallow to help relieve pressure - it was unreal! How could one person make so many sexy noises without even trying?

The second gallon was finished. Sima let out another *OooOOuuuuUUoOOOOrRRRP* before moving on to her next target. She reached up for her next snack, and… and… aaaaand…

She couldn’t reach. Despite her couple-inch hibernation growth spurt, she was still too short to reach her next shelf. Sure, the cabinets in this kitchen were a little taller than the usual kitchen, but still… it was too adorable to see her strain for more food to glut herself with. Her belly was pressing into the counter’s edge too, cutting a hot line of tension across the huge gut. Margo could watch this all day, but… she could also go for seeing Sima get even bigger. After just a couple seconds of thought, it was obvious which one was the better choice.

Embarrassingly, Margo was also too short to effectively reach the second shelf of these cupboards, so she needed a bit of a boost. The vampire went next to Sima and gracefully hefted herself up onto the counter, turning to rest on her rear. From here, she could reach the second shelf with ease. “What do you want?” Margo asked, hand hovering around the shelf between the honey and canned fruit.

Sima blinked slowly. Margo could almost hear the gears grinding in her head as she looked between the two choices. Eventually, she pointed at the honey. “Sure thing,” Margo said. She grabbed a jar of the sweet stuff and handed it to Sima, who wordlessly accepted it, pried it open, and started licking out great lumps of it with her tongue. Honestly… the more Margo watched Sima, the more she was reminded of a bear. Maybe yeti’s were just a weird offshoot of werebears? Huh. Something for someone somewhere to research. Not her, though. She was too busy watching a woman nearly her own size devour an entire cupboard’s worth of food.

Margo pulled the rest of the jars of honey down and set them on the counter within Sima’s reach. As expected, the gluttonous girl never slowed down once as she worked her way through each jar, licking every inch clean before moving on to the next. From this position, Margo was getting a fantastic close-up view of Sima’s massive belly. The upper belly had continued to lead the rest in terms of size and distension, but her lower belly was starting to swell up now as well. It gurgled and churned and made every other sound under the sun, which was music to Margo’s ears. The vampire’s body shuddered and a familiar warmth flooded her systems. She had to bite down on her finger to distract herself from her desires for a moment. No, Margo! Bad horny vamp! No fondling your roomie’s big, swollen belly! And no feeling yourself up literally right in front of her either! No! Bad! Stop!

The jars were all empty. Sima stared blankly at the empty counter in front of her for a minute, then looked up at Margo. The vampire quickly cleared her throat and tried to wipe her face clear of indecency, but she could still feel her cheeks blushing. “Y-Yeah?”

Sima blinked. She looked at the cans of fruit, then back to Margo. The vampire started. “Oh, uh, right! Sorry. Was kinda expecting you to… go back to the juice before moving on, heh. Here!”

She handed Sima a can of peaches. The yeti yawned and rubbed her eye, then said, “I would, but… getting tired… but… I’m still hungry too…”

Eh? Still hungry? Did Margo hear that right? Even when she was THAT big and THAT tight, she was still hungry!? WHAT!?

Sima gripped the top of the can, twisted it, and pulled it off just like one would with the lid of a jar. Yeesh. It seemed like Sima was even stronger than Margo was. She also didn’t seem to mind the sharp edges as she put the can straight to her lips and started slurping down the fruit and juice without chewing.

You know, actually, now that Margo looked closer… Sima’s belly didn’t seem all that tight. Sure, it was DEF full and heavy from the looks, and it seemed solid as hell, but in terms of actual tightness… it kinda seemed like it had a lot of give left somehow. How, though? Her belly was already bigger than Cass’ (human) belly had ever gotten! She had two gallons of juice and all that food sloshing around in there! How did she STILL have some give left to that beautiful belly of hers!?

After the can of peaches was a can of apples, then oranges, pineapple, more peaches, and blueberries. She even had a can of coconut milk mixed in with the others. Sima took every single can without stopping, twisting the tops off and gulping down the contents as easily as if she was drinking water on an empty stomach. Her belly was far from empty, though, and continued to swell with each gulp. It was pressing into the counter at all times now, leaving Margo to sweat as her eyes drank in the sight of the massive muffin-top the counter was causing. If her belly could still look and shift like THAT despite being that full, then Margo was right. There was still plenty of give left in that massive tank of hers. FUCK! Margo now desperately wanted to see just how much this little yeti could actually fit! Gods, she could probably get SO freaking massive…

The cans were done. Sima’s cheeks puffed out as she let out a series of long and low *uuuuuUuuuuUUuuurp*’s, then she closed her eyes and patted the top of her belly. It sounded like she was slapping a water balloon, Jesus fucking Christ. Sima licked her lips, then sighed contentedly. “That’s better… nice and full…”

The idea of a belly the size of a small child being JUST full was unbelievably hot to Margo, but naturally, she couldn’t just say that. Instead, she just smiled. “That’s good. I can get you the marshmallows from the top shelf if you still want more, though. It’d be no problem at all. TOTALLY no probs!”

“Marsh… mallows…?” Sima said thoughtfully. She opened her eyes and stared with glazed eyes up at the mentioned sweets. “I’m soooo tired… but… still kinda hungry… too…”

Margo’s smile twitched. She wanted it. She wanted to see this little shit cram herself full of all these marshmallows and jumbo marshmallows too. She wanted to see her chug all those gallons of juice. She wanted to-

“Too tired… feed me them… instead…?”

Margo’s brain short-circuited. “Sorry, but what?”

Sima closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and opened her mouth wide. CHRIST, she had a big mouth - damnit, focus, Margo! The message was more than clear. Margo swallowed hard as she got up on her knees to reach the top shelf. She dragged down all of the marshmallow bags and shakily ripped one open. She grabbed a handful and, hesitantly, dropped them into Sima’s waiting mouth.

The yeti chewed a few times, then swallowed and opened her mouth again. Margo dropped in another handful. The process repeated. Sima’s hands rested on her upper belly, fondly rubbing it and giving it the occasional pat. She looked so peaceful and blissful.

Margo, however, was ANYTHING but ‘peaceful’ right now. Her body was on fire. Her heart was racing and her eyes were peeled wide from not wanting to miss a single thing. Her hands were shaking and her mind was flooded with barely-restrained desire. She could still hear what was going on in that belly of hers, too. The glorping and churning had only grown stronger as time had gone on and more food was added. It was too freaking much! Margo was going to have a damned aneurism from suppressing herself here! Shut-ins like her weren’t supposed to have these kinds of experiences for a freaking REASON! FUCK!

There were only two bags of jumbo marshmallows among the regular-sized ones, so Margo saved them for last. She would shove a good few into Sima’s mouth at once, watch her struggle to chew a bit, then bite her lip as Sima would give up and swallow the mass nearly whole. She’d also gotten a bit of a thing for neck-bulges from Cass. Go fucking figure.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t last. The final bag was done. Empty. Finite. Over. Sima kept her mouth open for a while, but when no more mallows came, she half-opened an eye. “All… done…?”

Margo’s face twitched. She still wanted more? STILL!? “Y-Yup! You cleared out the whole cupboard. All the food is already in that ador- uh, in your stomach.”

“Hmm… oh well…” Sima sighed. She stepped away from the counter and her entire belly dropped and wobbled from no longer being supported. Margo’s heart stopped. FUCK, she was so BIG! Her lower belly had completely filled out now, but it was no match for that tight orb of an upper gut! It had surpassed her chest by a non-tiny amount and looked like it weight a ton, even if Sima seemed to be having no problems supporting it. The yeti burped softly and smiled softly. “Still… nice and full… So tired…”

To Margo’s disbelief, the shorter woman let out a massive yawn and plopped down on the floor. She then laid down on her side, her belly flopping heavily onto the tile, and yawned again. “Sooo… sleepy… but my belly is… so noisy… and keeps… rumbling…” She rubbed it a few times before groaning softly. “Rub it… for me… please…?”

Nope. This wasn’t happening. Margo was dreaming. She’d finished her blood earlier and gotten into bed to pass out. This was a dream. A hot, sexy wet dream that was going to leave Margo with a painful itch to be scratched after she inevitably woke up. But hey, while she was dreaming, she might as well get the most out of it, right?

Margo slid off of the counter and knelt next to Sima. She held her breath as she gingerly put her hands against Sima’s glutted belly. It was… fuck, there were no words. Her skin was so soft, but quickly gave way to a hard layer of muscle and an even harder mass of food and liquid beneath that. Yet, despite how hard and solid it was, her belly would move and shift under Margo’s hand as she rubbed and massaged, revealing just how much room the tiny woman still had left. FUUUCK. FUCK! For a dream, this was still something else entirely! Good job, brain! Do this more often! Then maybe Margo would choose to sleep more often!

The vampire enjoyed every second of massaging Sima’s giant gut, and by the moans, sighs, and burps coming from the sired yeti, so was she. Margo was careful with her sharp nails, only letting them gently scratch the surface of the taut gut even though she wanted to dig her fingers in and squeeze as tight as she could. This… This was bliss~.

At some point, Margo noticed that Sima’s happy sighs had been replaced by soft snoring. She’d fallen asleep, right there on the floor. Well, that couldn’t be comfy. Margo gently slid her arms under Sima’s loose form and, with some effort, lifted. She wasn’t that heavy, especially for a vamp, but all that extra weight and size in her middle was making her unwieldy. Still, Margo managed to carry the napping monster girl to her room with no issues. She set Sima on her bed, pulled her light summer sheets up and over her, and let herself out.

Once outside, Margo pinched her arm hard enough to draw blood. This wasn’t a dream. This was reality. She’d just carried a massively overstuffed woman to her bed like a princess after feeding her and then rubbing her tummy until she’d fallen asleep. She’d really just done that.

… Holy. FUCK. Life was good. Life was very, very, very good.

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Ok, so MAYBE this is skirting the edges of furry territory, but... c'mon! The massive post-hibernation stuffing idea came to me, and I was stuck on the dullahan fic, so... yeti! YETIIIII!

Ahem... soooo anyways, here we are! I'm narrowing in closer to how I want Margo to talk and we've got her roommate here now too! 

For those curious, even though yetis (in this world) grow slower than a human, they mentally age at about the same speed. The same goes for most other long-lived species I may or may not introduce, such as elves, dwarves, and faeries. 

In other words... yes, Sima is an adult. She's just very tired and spacey since hibernating is exhausting. And also yes, animals being tired when waking up post-Winter is an actual real-world thing. I do more research for my silly monster gal stuff than I really should, heh.

I don't know yet whether the next fic I finish will be the dullahan fic or a Mindy fic or a maid series fic. No matter what the case, though, it won't be a stuffing. I've been defaulting to stuffing a lot lately with all the monster gal stuff, so it's time to diversify a bit more!