#belly noises
Stomach & Heartbeat???
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Stomach & Heartbeat???
Let me know what you think!
Onlyfans-@Hazelsheartbeats
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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 :))
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
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
New mini series coming to my patreon. Gonna be me documenting my appetite and meals I’ve swallowed and showing off the aftermath for you to enjoy as if I really swallowed someone (which I did) Let’s just keep this one secret between us
Just swallowed an employee, cant help it when they dont meet my expectations, he made a fine meal though.
I just love it when a meal enters my gut
Protein and brotein, gotta grow by all means necessary even if it means putting my own teammates to good use. All that matters to me is that Im the biggest player and keep that title. Coach is gonna find out soon enough whats been happening to his players. Anyways, gotta put all these nutrients to good use, muscle milk and a whole teammate, Im sure this belly is gonna grow more and handle more meals.
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I wonder when coach is gonna figure out what Ive been doing to the team. Ima keep this up for awhile so long as he keeps recruiting new players. More food for me I say. Part 2 soon
Enjoy my gurgling stomach
One of my favorite things about stuffing and vore, beyond the burps of course, is the way in which the big eater and pred plays with their utterly enormous belly after it’s been stuffed beyond the brink. You have this big eater / pred just leaning back, groaning heavily while they spread their thighs apart and have this huge, ballooned out belly spread out between their thighs or weighing so heavily they gotta spread out just to give their hefty gut some breathing room. Each labored breath makes that medicine ball of a belly rise and fall noisily as a result. And in those moments, these are some of my favorite scenarios to envision that I’d like to share with’chall.
- The big eater is sporting a FAT belly. I don’t mean they, themselves, are necessarily fat. They could be, or they could be like, say, Naruto Uzumaki, whose lean but eats so much with such a rapid metabolism that their bulging belly becomes sloshy and wobbly from how quickly everything consumed turns into a simmering slurry in their gut. Or maybe it’s someone like Parasite, who consumes so much energy that it goes straight to his belly and turns the big hulking purple monsters’ gut into a damn waterbed. Whatever the case, the big eater is leaning back with their thighs out, letting that near-gelatinous dome spill outwards freely. Every time they slap their belly, their flesh ripples beneath their palm, sending almost-wave-like jostles surging throughout their stomach, or making it wobble around. Each movement they give causes the slurry within their belly to slosh so thickly and richly that it sounds like their stomach is full of the thickest syrup Canada has to offer. Or they cup their hefty underbelly with both hands and just heaaaave that mighty, jiggly dome up high, marveling at just how freakin’ HUGE it is in their hands. Then they release their gut and let it SLAP down onto their thighs, bouncing and sloshing intensely as it jiggles around for several seconds until they grip their gut to stabilize it in place. The big eater huffs heavily both from being strained by how heavy their stomach feels, and how goddamn satisfying having such a huge balloon belly feels to ‘em. They may even get a little lewd with how their tongue sticks out from being so full as they huff.
- Of course, everything is more fun with friends, and here’s where the feeder comes into play. Your favorite big eater just slumps back, moaning heavily while their feeder hugs that enormous belly of theirs. They’re practically sinking into their feedee’s pudge and shuddering at how soft their flesh is; how rich all the intensely gastric gurgling sounds and just rubs away. Their palms sink into their feeder’s belly fat while they rub and knead into it. They’ll grip at some belly fat and just marvel at how HUGE their feedee is. If they get riled up, they’ll SLAP that belly, shuddering at how good the thump feels against their palm, and how much better the sound is in their ears, between their flesh rippling and the heavily digesting content sloshing so immensely. They may grab either side of that globular gut and shake it up, really making everything slosh around in their big fat feedee’s belly until the big eater throws their head back and lets loose a GIANT belch from all that air in their belly being stirred up. If the feeder really wants to rile their feedee up, then as they tenderly and firmly rub all across that smooth boulder belly, they’ll finger their feedee’s deep bellybutton, really pushing into it and kneading their finger around in there. Cue the feedee moaning heavily as they slump back in absolute euphoria, basking in that sensation until they yank their finger loose and make the front of that belly wobble around.
- A reversal of the above would be the big eater teasing their feeder with their belly right back. If they have enough strength in them to actually stand when they’re so damn full, they can belly-bump their feeder, knocking them back teasingly with their sheer girth. Or they can grab their feeder by the head and press it into their fleshy dome, letting their head sink into their bellyfat, smothering their face against it. So that when the feeder gets pulled back, they’re a blushy mess of a person. If they’re in bed together and the feeder is on top tending to that belly, the feedee can grin cheekily and roll over, so their massive gut is weighing down on their feeder while they grin and grind their belly against them. Their feeder would be smothered but blushing up a damn storm.
- Even without squishing their gut against them, the big eater teasing the hell out of their feeder is another great one. ESPECIALLY those big eaters who ham it up. They lean back and moan extra loudly as they make it a point to stretch their back and veeeeery slowly rub their giant belly in front of their feeder, groaning out “OoooOOOOHhhhhh man…I’m sssooooo frrrreakin’ STUFFED…” And they emphasize that last point by SLAPPING their belly as hard as they can and catching their feeder squirm at the sight of their giant dome rippling under their palms. Or they grip their gut from either side and jiggle it around for their feeder, hiccuping and grinning drunkenly at them. “HIC! Guh…heh, lookit how FAT you’re makin’ me…” The poor feeder is gonna be standing there like a red-faced statue, too lost in lust to even brain properly. :P
- And you can guaran-freakin’-tee that with soooooo much food gurgling away in their massive guts, you just know for a fact that this big eater is gonna be REALLY gassy. They sit back, huffing as they caress their dome. But then it gurgles intensely enough that their belly starts to jostle around. Then that gurgling rises up their throats and they throw their head backs with an utterly COLOSSAL belch. I’m talking the full, throaty “HUUUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUURRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!!!” Where it just blasts out of them with enough force to make their gut ripple and make your ears ring. Their belly is in such flux that the gurgling continues just perpetually producing gas that they periodically burp out. They’re so gassy that they’ll even interrupt themselves midsentence. “Urrrgh…I can’t eat another bwWUUOOOOOORRRRRRPH!!!! Mph…b-bite…” Or they can’t help but burp out the rest of their sentences. “Grruuuooohhh god, I’m sooOOOOOOOO-fFFUUUUUUUUUULL-LLUUUUUOOOORRRP!!!!!!!” If their feeder is with them, then that feeder will push their palms into that fat belly, making it slosh heavily and causing their feedee to let one massive burp after another. Their feeder is so horny for more that they just keep pushing on that belly again and again, and that big, bloated eater just keeps burping uncontrollably. Occasionally, they grab their feeder by the head and burp as hard as they can right in their face. Or they smother them into their gut and force the belch out by hugging their feeder into their belly for extra weight. But when their feeder SHOVES their hands as deep into their belly as they can, that big eater’s eyes widen, and their cheeks puff out before they let loose the loudest, LONGEST burp they’ve ever uttered. One so powerful that you can feel the bed springs vibrating in their wake while blasting out of them for an impressive ten straight seconds. And at best, all you can do is clear their stomach up for a while. Everything digesting away means more gas is gonna be produced in a few minutes anyway. “Poor” feeder. ;)
- Being so gassy also means that their gut is gonna cause some problems for their esophagus as well. So after a while, those huge, raunchy belches will start bringing up some very sharp, painful hiccups as well. When that happens, each loud hiccup will make the big eaters’ belly bounce into place from the spasms in their chest. They’ll occasionally try to stifle their hiccups because, unlike burps, hiccups are painful for them. But that just makes their hiccups grow more raunchy, and causes their bellies to jut in and out with each muffled hiccup they give. Which will eventually lead to some meaty “hiccCUUUUUURRRRP!!!!”‘s.
- And with preds, they love to bask in the feeling of their prey violently squirming around inside of their bellies. They moan out pleasurably while their prey kicks at the stomach lining around them, causing small bulges to stretch out ever so slightly from within their stomach, making the heavily bloated organ wobble around and slosh the more their prey fights their confines. All it really accomplishes is making the pred let out some tonsil-rattling burps and the occasional hiccup here and there, but it’s never enough to make them sick.
- There’s also “settling prey down.” If they’ve got prey thrashing around in their belly, and it’s causing either SOME discomfort or it’s distracting, then the pred will make ‘em simmer down. They’ll grip at their giant gut and squeeze it, hissing at their prey to behave themselves. Or they’ll march their fat selves up to a nearby wall, grab at it and lean into it, pushing their prey-filled belly against the wall and squeezing them against it. Suddenly, their prey is being smothered between a solid wall and the weight of their much larger pred. Or the pred lays down on their belly, smooshing their gut against the floor and grinding it around as they sway their hips left and right, tenderizing their prey from within their belly. If they press down against the ground too hard, then the pred will let loose a really long burp that drains a lot of the air inside of their stomach enough that their prey is too oxygen deprived to keep fighting much longer. And when that happens, they groan with relief, tongue lulling out of course. Then they grin wickedly when they see their prey is no longer fighting as much.
- But what about multiple prey? Where there’s one lodged inside of the pred’s gut and another still outside? Well, that’s when the pred starts to have some fun teasing their prey. They’ll grab their second prey by the head and press it forcefully against their belly, making them feel their prey squirm and thrash, sloppily slurping their lips and teasing that they’re next. Or they’ll push their prey’s back against the wall and smother their front with their giant belly, pinning the poor soul between a rock and a very sloshy place. They’ll order their prey to rub their belly and keep rubbing unless they want to end up going down their gullet next. And naturally, the prey is gonna rub until their hands get sore. When they do rub, the pred will groan out shamelessly, ordering them to rub in certain spots and teasing that they may just eat them anyway to see what that belly rub feels like from the inside. They may also grab the prey by the head and burp as loud and as hard as they can right in their prey’s face, groaning in relief and teasing that they just made room for seconds. Pretty much anytime they feel a burp coming up, they’re gonna let it loose in their prey’s direction, or just right in their face to hit them with the full brunt of their stomach gasses, and to make them smell their last meal, to prep them for where they’re going…
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.
Oh god, I am absolutely starving…these babies make me so hungry.
*sigh*
Come feed me something nice~
(play me, I have sound~)
oh mickey~
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