#belly gurgles

I’m feeling

H o r n y

Ayo new pinned post??

What’s up I’m ThiqqBabey, I’m 21 I use she/her and I’m bi!

First and foremost, NO MINORS. This is not a safe space for you, I don’t want children interacting with me or my kink content so kindly go away <3

My DMs are open, however, this does nit mean you can come in and start dumping all your kink related shit onto me. Introduce yourself, and we’ll go from there :)

What’s good?

• Tummy aches
• Intox
• Praise
• Dom feedee/sub feeder
• Any And All Noises
• Soft feederism (I’m coming from a feeder/ffa position)
• Belly rubs
• Overall admiring chubby bodies✨

What’s not?

• Intense weight gain/immobility
• Emeto and scat
• Forced anything
• Gas
• Degrading/humiliation(feedism context)
• Vore

That’s pretty much it, just be respectful while you’re here :))

skipperafterdark:

passionate, post-stuffing makeout sessions. lying on top of them, feeling their too-full tummy grumble and groan underneath your weight. straddling them, rocking your hips against their belly.

Pls I want to feel him full and satiated under me, I want to push my hips forward into him just to hear a gasp, followed by a deep exhale trailing off into a soft “…ooooh”

I want to feel him as he leans back in a too full daze boarding on sleepy and Dali g into a food coma, letting out soft moans as I gently caress every bit of him

Okay okay so I was on a plane earlier and I had a thought

You know how gas expands on planes?? I was just thinking of like what if youre travel king with your partner and it’s a long flight, and they sorta tease you by leaning over and whispering shit like “it’s really rumbling in here” and like discreetly pulls your hand over to feel their hardened belly full of the trapped gas and you can for sure feel e v e r y t h i n g going on, and they think it’s adorable the way you get all flushed, and they continue to hold your hand on their belly malt every with a blanket over for privacy, and every time they feel it start to churn they press your ha d deeper in to feel the vibration? But what if they didn’t stop there? What if they love to tease you about this stuff so much that when drinks start making rounds they get a full can of something carbonated and just CHUG that shit. They may quietly burp under their breath but that doesnt change the absolute chaos going on in their belly, and they continue to whisper softly in your ear the phrases that just hit different like “can you rub my belly? It’s do tight”, “oof I bet everyone heard that”, “it’s so noisy in my tummy” etc

idk I just love the idea and it scratches the part of my brain that loves being a submissive feeder/admirer and the person knowing how in love I am w/ their belly just teases and loves it

tummysmoocher:

I love dom feedees

When they know the power they hold over me, that all they need to do is say “sweetheart, I’m hungry” or “god, I ate way too much. I’m stuffed” and I’ll be weak at the knees. Stretching in public so their shirt rides up, knowing I won’t be able to resist looking at their beautiful belly. Guiding my hands to their tummy and smiling at me because they know how much they’re turning me on just by existing in front of me with their irresistible body. Letting out little burps or moans after a big meal and glancing to see how long it will take before I lose my composure and straddle their lap, feeding them everything they haven’t yet finished. Laughing as they watch me unravel in their hands.

Dom feedees p l e a s e✨

This man said “I need some food, I’m hurty hungry” and idk why but that did somethin to me

I didn’t expect to stuff myself silly this afternoon but here we are listen to those gurgles

ate mac and cheese and now my tummy won’t shut up and hurts like a bitch

it’s ok i just wish i had someone to rub it

these gummies are definitely doin me dirty, my stomach is a big bloated grumbly mess right now and i know i’m about to have some rough shits ahead of me lmaoo. but i’m about to record some gurgles and i might post some here but you can dm me and i’ll send them to you :) i’ll update you guys later hahaha

They’re so sick

Your poor, sickly fave finishes their violent bout of vomiting and slumps down; exhausted, sore and shaky. You hold up a tissue to their face for them to blow the sick our of their nose. You then gently wipe their nose and around their mouth clean with a fresh tissue You tenderly hold their chin in your hand and inspect their sleepy face; it’s pale, sweaty, and when your eyes meet, you note that they seem to be struggling to keep them open. You continue to look them over, and have to force back a smile at how their cheeks redden slightly at your lingering gaze despite how unwell they’re obviously feeling. Once you release their face, they groan and roll over.

You once again contemplate trying to move them to the bathroom, or a bed- maybe even a couch. You opt out, however, when their tummy let’s out a loud, unhappy grumble and they whimper. If they were stubborn about moving before, they’ll be even more so in their current state.

You think about moving them anyway, since they definitely wouldn’t be able to stop you, but decide against it; not wanting to upset them further. You run your hand through their hair as they lay curled up on the cold, hard floor and sigh.

Water.

They need water.

You get up to go and get them a glass of water, stopping to turn around and poke your head through the doorway to check on them one last time, before leaving the room.

You’re not gone for long, when you hear them weakly calling your name.

You hear them coughing harshly as you approach the doorway. The coughing turns to gagging as you walk in and you see them hunched over the bin. Despite their body’s effort, nothing appears to be coming up yet. You sigh and pad over to them. You rub their back gently as their entire body jerks, and you wipe a bead of sweat from their forehead with your knuckle.

The heaves get closer together, and they barely have time to breath between their powerful retching. They start to whimper, but after several of their complaints are cut off with harsh gags, they go quiet again to focus on enduring the aggressive episode of dry-heaving.

Finally, one of the gags brings something up and you hear the loud splash of their stomach contents hitting the basin. They let out a pathetic groan at the sudden, unpleasant sensation, but their vocalization is once again interrupted by their nausea.

The next wave is chunkier, but much smaller. You peer into the bucket curiously and spot some partially-chewed lettuce and tomatoes from the salad they had asked you to make for them an hour or two ago. They thought that their nausea would go away if they ate something- and salad is healthy, right? You would laugh at the unfortunate irony if your fave didn’t look so poorly. You wonder if things would have been any different had they not insisted upon you dousing it with thick, rich dressing? Probably not.

Though their tummy is still grumbling angrily, they don’t bring anything else up- only dry heaves. The dry-heaving tapers off into coughing, which then subsides into panting.

It’s probably the heavy steak they had eaten earlier in the day that was refusing to come up easily. They ate it nearly 5 hours ago but have been belching non-stop and complaining about feeling bloated ever since. You peer down at your fave and note that their belly is still pretty swollen; the steak nestled in deep and refusing to move.

They whine and whimper quietly and appear to be laying as still as possible. You kneel down, setting the glass onto the floor beside you, and reach for the tissues. You get them to blow their nose before wiping their face clean again.

You slowly bring the glass of water to their lips. At first, they pull their head away, but you remind them that dehydration will make them feel worse. They sigh melancholically and let you bring the glass back to their mouth before obediently tipping their head back slightly.

You have them rinse and spit into the sick-filled bucket three times before ordering them to swallow a small mouthful. They complain and try to refuse, but your persistence overpowers their present lack of will. They end up taking a few sips before curling back up.

You sit down next to them in silence for the next few minutes. All you want to do is evelop them into your arms, but you settle for stroking their arm slowly, as not to jostle them too much. They’re still curled up on the floor; their breathing is slowing down- which you hope is good. You can still hear their tummy; soft sloshing and bubbling could now be heard amongst the constant, unhappy grumbles from before. The noises almost seemed to be tapering off for a while, but now you swore that they were increasing in volume and intensity again. Your fave let’s out a soft moan, increasing your growing concern. You consider asking them to give you a status update, but stop yourself; if they’re falling asleep, then you should let them rest. It’s only when they release a loud, sickly, wet belch that you decide that it’s time to go back into caretaking mode.

You ask them how the water is settling; their stomach seems to squelch in response.

“It feels cold and heavy,” they whine, “it hurts.” You had suspected that this would be the case, but the taps in the building don’t have temperature control so there wasn’t anything you could do.

“I’m gonna leave this out by the window, okay? The sun will warm it up so that you can have more later without it hurting your tummy,” you say placatingly, before setting down the glass on the windowsill behind the curtains. They show their enthusiasm by not responding or even turning to look at you. Instead, they let out a loud moan.

“Oh, y/n. My stomach really hurrrrts,” they whimper.

“Do you want me to rub it for you?” You ask. They have to stop and think about it for a moment, before nodding and slowly turning onto their back with a grunt. They hazily look up at you.

“Not too hard,” they practically whisper. You nod and place your hand on their belly; taking in how little your hand sinks in before it’s met with whatever food they’d eaten that day- at least compared to their tummy when it’s in a healthier state. It audibly grumbles around your hand.

“Gentler, please,” they rasp, and you decrease the pressure a bit, “even gentler.” You obey and very lightly, smooth your whole hand around the expanse of their slightly bloated tummy. They close their eyes and sigh.

Though most of the roundness is gathered in their upper belly, you can’t help but notice that their mid and lower tummy are a little bit bigger than normal, too. You smooth your hand up the bump of the stomach itself, and down over the slight tautness around their navel- which burbles lazily as the contact shifts whatever was sitting around there- down to their fleshier underbelly and back up the way you came. After a while of that, you start to rub in circles again but are startled by your fave trying to speak.

“Keep going up and down,” they rasp without opening their eyes. You chuckle softly and oblige, enjoying the feeling of their belly under your hand.

Their breathing slows down further and you got pause in your rubbing once you’re sure they’re asleep. You get up to empty their sick basin and give it a quick rinse; your nose wrinkling at the foul smell.

You return to the room and slump back down next to them. Your heart melts with pity whenever they groan in their sleep, or their gut let’s out a particularly cacophonous gurgle.

You are about to drift off yourself when they suddenly jolt up, and you all but throw the bucket at them.

They let out a long, miserable moan before dry-heaving a few times. Wanting to get ahead, you quickly get up to grab the tissue box and the water from the windowsill. Your fave makes an unpleasant noise that sounds like a cross between a gag and a gutteral belch, and a mouthful of browned liquid and small, undiscernable bits spatters into the basin. They sit there leant over for a few more seconds, before falling back into a lying position.

“That’s it?” You ask. You are certain that they have much more food still festering in their belly. They don’t react as you lean over to pull their top away, and are further convinced by how swollen their abdomen still is.

“Idonknow,” they slur. You watch them for a moment, but they don’t start retching again.

You figure they’re done.

“Water time,” you announce with sarcastic zeal. They groan, but sit back up and you hold the glass to their lips.

“Ugh. ‘Ts all warm,” they wrinkle their nose and squint their eyes.

“It was too cold for you, so I put it in the window to warm it up earlier, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” they say softly. You get behind them and help them lower themselves carefully onto their back again.

“My tummy is still super upset, but I don’t feel nauseous anymore,” they softly inform you. Their brows have unknit and they close their eyes again. You don’t have the heart to inform them that there was no way they’re actually better.

Their belly still looks distended, and it’s angry growls are only growing louder. You also take note of how some of the unhappy gurgles are gaining a higher pitch, indicating that a reasonable amount of the mess in their stomach was making its way further down into their gut.

You run a hand through your hair before beginning to gently rub their belly up and down, like you were earlier. They release a soft, contented sign when you lean over to kiss their cheek.

While you gently rub their stomach, you begin to strategize in your head how you’ll get out of all of your plans- at least for the next day or two. Your poor fave will definitely be needing you around.

Tbc… someday. In the meantime I may come back and edit this one a bit.

daddy’sgame

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I left school late because I had finished cleaning my classroom, but when I was leaving the room, a classmate of mine stopped me.

alan: hello… elias? Will you be busy tonight?

elias: ummm no, why do you ask?

Alan: Well, they recently opened an arcade and I thought I’d invite you. do you accept?

elias: sure, at 8:00?

alan: ok!! goodbye.

I saw him leave with his face all red with embarrassment. and when I saw the time on my phone, I was scared when I saw the time that I was home late, so I ran home, because I know that if I came home later, my father would punish me.

My relationship with my father was strange, my father John was a 55 year old man, but his attitude was that of a 5 year old. my father would throw tantrums or get angry about everything. That’s why I always had to take care of him, which seemed silly to me since my father, when he was an adult, behaved like a child. when I got home and opened the door. I saw my dad standing up, apparently waiting for me. I was ready for his scolding but suddenly my dad covered my face with a game tag

Elijah: huh? a game?

john(dad): yes, i did it and i wanted you to play it first.

I looked at the house clock at 7:17, I know it was early but I had to get ready to go out and play with Alan.

Elias: I’m sorry, dad, but I think I won’t be able to play it today. What do you think of tomorrow?

I saw my father’s face, he was a little angry. He asked me why, and I replied that I had to go out with a friend, my father threw a tantrum as usual.

John(Dad): Look Elias, let’s make a deal if you play my game and beat me I’ll let you go with your boyfriend.

elias: first alan is not my boyfriend, and that’s ok, I accept your challenge, and what will happen if you win?

john(dad): obviously you’ll stay here with daddy. accept the challenge, because even though my dad won I would run away and go with alan.

When I saw the cover art for Dad’s game, the title of the game struck me as weird.

elias: battle vore?

john(dad): that’s right, isn’t it something extraordinary and also original?

I nodded to him to make him feel better, when he put the game on play we started playing, he explained to me what the game was about, it tries to swallow most of the prey with a limited time. And when the time is up, they will check how many prey you eat and whoever has the most prey will win. It seemed like a simple game but I decided to play it to get out. After a few minutes it was 7:50. I tried hard to win but my dad won something that didn’t surprise me since he was the one who created the game.

I pretended I was sad.

Elias: Too bad, I’m lost, as I promised I won’t be able to go out so I’ll go to my room.

When I got up from the sofa I felt my dad’s huge hand taking mine.

john(dad): I know you will escape through the window of your room and you will go with alan. but I won’t allow that.

my dad took me by the shoulders and put my head in his mouth, and kept putting my body in his mouth, when i opened my eyes i was in a dark and humid place. and the only thing I heard was my father’s voice.

john(dad): good son. you have to learn to lose. so you don’t go off with that alan and spend time with your dad, you’ll be in my belly for the rest of the night

failed robbery

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It was a beautiful night in the city. and a trillion thieves It was some children, I read the oldest child and who was the leader, and who had all his hair covering his ears, Erika the only girl in the group of thieves, and Esteban a red-haired boy who knew about computers.

Those three children had planned to rob Mr. Hector’s mansion, since there were no guards in the mansion so it would be easy for them to enter the mansion.

The main door has a key which, using their computer, was able to hack the door system, the children entered the mansion, and began to steal small but valuable things.

The minutes passed and the boys were able to steal things easily, something that seemed very strange to them, Leo decided to ignore that and said that they had to steal from the safe that was in the living room, when they entered there they saw Mr. Hector with a maniacal smile on his tender face.

Hector: I knew they would come here, I have been researching them for a long time and I knew they would come here.

Mr. Hector said as he closed the door. He put a necklace on Erika and Esteban, and with Leo, he sat him on a chair and tied him with some ropes.

Héctor: oh sweet leo, you’re a very cute boy and maybe that’s why he’ll have mercy on you and not call the police, but on one condition.

Leo: really? what should we do?

Mr. Hector put on a very big smile and said:

Héctor: well it’s easy to swallow your friends!!!

The children were surprised to hear that condition that Mr. Hector gave, especially when I read that he had the lives of his best friends in his hands. Leo couldn’t respond when Mr. Hector suddenly put Esteban in Leo’s mouth, making him swallow it out of obligation.

Héctor: good boy , now the only thing missing is your little friend.

Leo looks at his friend for the last time before Mr. Hector put Erika in Leo’s mouth and she swallowed it.

Héctor: excellent boy, as I promised I will not call the police, but you will stay with me.