Hello!~ I'm primarily a lurking tummy kinkster.
But here is a low-down of the content you'll find here~
Gen. Content:
Fictional characters (I'm really into anime, manga, games etc). My fixation atm is Twisted Wonderland (content featuring those characters is tagged under ‘twistedtum’)
NSFW (I tag it with 'nsfw warning' if that's not your thing)
Kink Content:
TUMMIES!~ (All shapes, sizes, sexes/none!)
TUMMY NOISES (my FAVE thing honestly - hunger, digestion, ambient, sickly, whatever!)
Burps (I've been warming up to this over the years. Tagged with 'g*s warning' fyi)
(Light) Stuffing (very gentle, sweet, and encouraging. I'm soft as hell uwu)
(Gentle) Feedism/Wg (see above)
Vore (....tagged as 'v*re warning' for ya'll sane folks out there. Mostly G/T, Safe/Only Implied if not)
Thanks for stopping by!
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The feedee in me is really interested in eating a whole pizza and chugging down a bottle of soda and getting my full tummy fondled on the couch while I burp happily and wonder aloud if we have any dessert in the fridge
My partner teases me so much about my kink, it drives me crazy. He told me to wrap my arms around him in a hug and squeeze, and when I did he let out a massive belch. My body was pressed up against him and I could feel his chest vibrating as he burped 😵💫 It went on for a few seconds, and it was soooo loud. He then did another one, shorter this time but still very impressive. When I pulled back, he asked me “was that good?” He looked so pleased with himself and laughed when I was too flustered to speak. It was so fucking hot 😵💫
A birthday gift for @belliesandburps, starring his adorable bird nerd Claudius! In his search of the next earth-shattering scientific breakthrough, he'll do whatever is necessary in the name of science...including using himself as a test subject for his newest concoction. He's a smart guy and a skilled alchemist, but with how impatient and manic he is, it's not unusual for his experiments to suddenly go belly up...har har.
He certainly takes the motto "failure is always an option" to heart. XD
My good pal, @hooter-n-company surprised me today with this absolutely incredible piece of my resident birdy alchemist nerd, Claudius. I am consistently in awe of what an amazing artist she is and just how friggin' expressive she always manages to make Claudius, especially in such a deliciously absurd scenario. As such, I felt compelled to write a quick fic based on her drawing below. And of course, if you aren't already, do make sure to give her page a follow because she's awesome and so is her artwork. ;)
It was a long, arduous night within Claudius' laboratory. The monster alchemist was cackling like the loon he was while rigorously mixing various chemicals together...and only causing a few minor explosions.
"Alright...just a little more sulfur...a pinch of sterilized gunpowder from the castle canons...approximately two and a half tablespoons of ground up moon rocks...one tenth of a teaspoon of imitation mercury...and just a bit of ginger and cinnamon because why not..." Claudius murmured to himself as he sprinkled in various ingredients that one would swear he was just making up on the fly into a round bottom elixir glass. One would also assume at least half of those ingredients were at least SOMEWHAT toxic, but Claudius always seemed to inject so many different chemicals and rare minerals into his elixirs that those who drank them always seemed to miraculously NOT spontaneously combust...
Claudius grabbed the glass with his claws and eyed it firmly as he swirled the bottle, causing a mini vortex to form within the center of that extremely bubbly elixir. When the vortex settled and the liquids color changed, Claudius grinned widely.
"Yessssss...perfect!" Claudius cackled as he brought the bottle beneath his beak and inhaled the scent. "Mmmmm, if my calculations are correct, this will momentarily enhance the strength of anyone who ingests this elixir! Nyehahaha! Oooohhh, the King will commission HUNDREDS of bottles for his army! And Umbrak...oooohhhhh, he'll be unstoppable! And whenever he manhandles entire gangs with his bare claws? It'll be THIS elixir that'll help him do it! HAHAHAHA!!!!"
Claudius held up his violently bubbling elixir and cackled like the mad scientist he always seemed to emulate.
"Nyeheheheheeeee...ohhhh, I can just picture Umbrak now..." Claudius mused, before clearing his voice and attempting (in vein) to deepen and gruff up his voice. "Gods damn, nerd! Ya really outdid yerself! I hafta tell ya, yer truly the greatest alchemist this kingdom has ever known! And handsome too! How 'bout we start hangin' out and bein' friends, huh?" Claudius would've kept going but his impression eventually broke into a coughing fit before he cleared his throat and grinning anew. "Hehehe...yep, he'll totally wanna hangout more when he sees what this elixir can do!"
The bird monster held the elixir up to the front of his beak, getting ready to drink it down.
"Welp! No use stalling. Down the hatch!"
Without another word, Claudius dipped his head back and chugged that extremely..."intense" elixir down. His slender throat bobbed and pulsated rapidly as the little alchemist guzzled that elixir down at a rather rapid rate. He clenched his eyes shut, furrowing his brow, almost as if he was in a hurry to just get the elixir down and experience its powers.
After chugging it down, Claudius wiped his beak with his robed forearm and huffed breathlessly, before holding the empty glass bottle up and cackling like a madman.
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!!" Claudius howled like a hyena. "Yessssss! YYYYEEEEEEEESSSS!!!! I can FEEL the power coursing through my body! Why, I'll finally be able to open the pickle jars without asking Umbrak for-"
*GWWUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRRBBBBLE!*
In the middle of his victorious rambling, a rather intense, gaseous gurgle burbled rather intensely from his lean stomach. Freezing in place, Claudius glanced down at his burbling middle.
"Mph, alright, a bit strong...but that's to be expected when-"
Another violent gurgle erupted from Claudius' belly. He winced, clutching his middle with one clawed hand, feeling pressure well in his bubbling gut. Shortly after, Claudius' cheeks puffed out as he just barely managed to stifle a sizable belch which reverberated behind his beak.
"Oof...distilled or not, gunpowder definitely doesn't taste great coming up..." Claudius mumbled groggily, before clutching his beak shut as another, larger belch tried to force its way up, ballooning his cheeks in the process. "Urrf...okay, that didn't feel great...b-but the cost of power, I sup-"
Before Claudius could finish, his stomach practically roared, causing it to physically quiver beneath his robes and his torso guard.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Claudius' belly inflated outward by nearly two feet. The young bird monsters' eyes practically bugged out of his skull at the sight of his bulging belly, swollen to the point where he almost looked pregnant.
It shook and quivered in place, bubbling and churning like the chemistry experiment gone horribly wrong that it was. Once again, Claudius winced and covered his beak with his free hand, feeling pressure well up in his chest and up his throat. His cheeks ballooned as a sudden rush of built up in his esophagus...
...Until his hand got blown back by the force of an absolutely MONSTROUS belch!
Claudius' eyes widened as the tonsil-abusing eructation exploded out of his maw like a chemical bomb had just gone off in the deepest depths of his poor, abused gut. The unbearably bloated alchemist gasped breathlessly, but grimaced uncomfortably as his balloon belly churned violently and noisily. Gripping the side of his ample middle with his free hand, Claudius dipped his head back and let loose another big, chemically charged belch, one so powerful that it caused his big belly to quiver in its wake.
"Gruuuhhh...oohhh gods-" was all poor Claudius could say before another HUGE burp blasted out of him, followed by another, then another, and yet another after that. All Claudius could do was stand there, desperately kneading his endlessly bubbling belly as he continued burping uncontrollably. Just one painfully larger eruption after another, none of which gave Claudius any relief or made his turbulent and inflated gut hurt any less.
Claudius spent the next few minutes burping nonstop, at no point were any of the gaseous outbursts getting any softer or less painful for the gassy bird monster. It was in moments like this where Claudius was so grateful that his laboratory was so deep underneath the castle, lest anyone hear whenever his experiments went so very, horribly wrong...
Finally, in an effort to try and force more pressure out, Claudius set the bottle down and forcefully clamped his beak shut with both clawed hands. His belly gurgled almost as loudly as his eructations as more and more gas desperately tried to force its way up Claudius' throat, but he just barely managed to swallow it all down. In response, Claudius' belly inflated even more, stretching his torso guard to its absolute limit and making him groan painfully as the gurgling grew more acidic and nauseating. For a moment, he felt like he was going to burst...
...Claudius' beak gaped exponentially wide open, unable to hold the torrent of gas brewing in his belly back a second longer. From his gaping maw exploded the loudest, longest, most revoltingly forceful belch that Claudius had ever let out in his entire life. It exploded out of him so aggressively that even with how deep underground he was, some part of him worried that the knights and officials in the castles above could hear it bellowing at such unholy volumes. The force of it was so monumental that Claudius would've sworn that he felt some of his beakers shake in their racks. In fact, the sheer amount of gas evacuating his gut all at once caused Claudius' belly to deflate quite noticeably as he belched...
After a staggering ten uninterrupted seconds straight, Claudius wobbled on his feet, looking absolutely dazed and winded, before a very sharp hiccup made his whole body jolt...aaaaaand sent him flopping onto his back as his big belly still towered above him, wobbling in place.
The young alchemist monster just laid there on the ground, groaning in a half-dead fashion as he slowly rubbed his bulging belly with both hands. It was still gurgling relentlessly, but it wasn't quite as violent or painful as it was prior to that tsunami of gas blasting out of Claudius' beak.
"Urrrrgh...w-well...b-back to the drawing board..." Claudius mumbled groggily, before wincing and letting out one last lengthy burp that he didn't even try holding in anymore. "...Ugh...again..."
However, as he kneaded and rubbed his deflated but still quite bloated middle, he eyed it and found himself blushing a bit.
"Mmmm...this should wear off hopefully soon...but this is quite a...unique side effect..."
The bird monster patted his big belly a few times, watching it jostle beneath his palm, before gripping his underbelly and giving it a shake. His gut sloshed quite audibly as he did so, once again making his blush a little redder.
"...Hmmm...it definitely didn't increase my strength as intended, but perhaps this could be good for incapacitating hostile forces...if I can garner similar side effects by making the elixir an airborne gas instead of a liquid...urff...s-speaking of gas..."
Claudius winced and palmed the side of his gut as a thick, raunchy belch rolled out of him, followed by a softer, longer one that left him groaning.
"Urrrf...ohhhh my tummy..." Claudius whined, rubbing his belly more gently as he did so. As it gurgled, he found himself blushing anew as a new thought entered his mind. "...H-Heh...honestly, didn't think I was even capable of belching so loudly without rupturing my vocal chords...j-j-just imagine if Umbrak gave this concoction a try...h-heh...pretty sure he'd bring the whole castle down..."
The thought caused the bird monster's face to go cherry red as he wiped sweat from his brow.
"I mean...thankfully, I already tested the elixir myself, s-so, there's no need for a second trial run.........of course, I didn't write anything down either, soooooooo..."
In alchemy, there was always a lot of trial and error...in Claudius' case, a LOT of errors, so he was always good at finding silver linings whenever he could...
...In THIS case, however...he might have just created liquid gold...for him at any rate...
I'm the normal amount of horny about the thought of being tiny and having a giant person pressing me against their tummy knowing I will be soon inside of it btw. my tiny ears pressing against the flesh and catching the noise, whether they're on an empty stomach and i can hear it groaning impatiently, craving for me, or if my pred has had the chance to eat something before and i'm their tasty dessert, and i can hear their tummy's churning, melting their meal into nutrients, just like it's about to break me down too <3
i want víl to get drunk so bad ... burping out loud and knowing he should excuse himself and then gracefully move on but allowing himself to giggle for just a little bit too long....
he would totally be the type to loudly talk about he's really not That drunk too; he's merely Choosing to act more foolishly than usual, then an hour later he's forgotten he ever said that and is a loud ostentatiously yappy giggling mess stumbling over his own heels
They set up their camp near the edge of the festival grounds, close enough for Julian and Maria to go back and forth. Personally, Emmett would’ve preferred to pitch the tent further away. But their little group didn’t pass through towns often these days, particularly not during harvest season, and he couldn’t deny his friends the chance to watch the villagers hold their contests and hear the storytellers perform their songs.
He couldn’t complain too much anyway. The village they’d found themselves in was located at the mouth of a great river, and as it turned out, this time of year was not so much harvest season for them as it was fishing season. He’d come back from his single trip to the festival grounds with a basdket full of bark-wrapped filets of fresh salmon, roasted on hot coals. The fish was hot and smoky and perfect, one of the most delicious things he’d ever tasted, and he was perfectly content to spend his evening lounging by the campfire, unwrapping filet after filter as he waited for his friends to return.
He ate warm, tender fish until he felt like his stomach would burst if he tried another swallow. Then he pulled his cloak around himself, leaned into the bundle of furs at his back, and closed his eyes to let himself digest.
It was Maria’s amused voice close by his ear that roused him: “You still with us, Em?”
“…Hmm?” Emmett dragged open an eye. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been drowsing, but it sure hadn’t been long enough for his belly to make much progress, as evidenced by the way his sides ached as he shifted to look at Maria. “What?”
“Just checking on ya. They’re serving up dessert over at the festival grounds. Blueberry pie.” She tilted her wooden bowl so he could see. “It’s delicious.”
“Mmm….” Normally, Emmett would have just dismissed dessert out of hand, but the firelight glinted off the syrup oozing out between the golden pastry in Maria’s bowl, and despite all the fish weighing down his insides, his mouth watered. “Looks good. Too bad I’m so stuffed with salmon I don’t think I can get up.”
Maria laughed. “Aww. Who doesn’t overdo it at festivals, though?”
“I’m not joking, Maria. I would go get pie if I could. But I literally can’t move.” To illustrate his point, he tried to sit upright, huffing a little as the pressure in his belly spiked. His cloak slipped away, revealing the way his shirt was clinging to the swell of his middle, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he stared down and fully appreciated how silly he must look.
“Damn!” Maria laughed, sounding both incredulous and a little concerned. “Okay Em, yeah, that tummy looks pretty heavy. Are you feeling okay?”
“Mmhmm.” Sitting up straight was starting to make Emmett’s stomach cramp, so he sank back into the furs with a soft sigh, resting one hand against the curve of his lower belly. “Just full.”
Maria settled onto the pile of furs next to him, snuggling up against his side. Her hand tentatively found the bulge where Emmett’s stomach was protruding beneath his ribs, and she laughed as he stifled a burp. “I’ll say. How many of those fish packets did you eat?”
“Mmm… lost count.” Emmett braced his hand against his side as another burp worked its way up, and then groaned contentedly as Maria began to rub gentle circles over the tightness of his dinner. “Fuck, that feels good, Maria… Keep doing that, please.”
“Are you two cuddling without me?” Julian’s bright voice preceded him plopping down on Emmett’s other side. “There’s pie at the cookfire, Em. I brought you some.”
“He’s full up to his ears with fish,” Maria laughed, patting Emmett’s belly.
“So he is.” Julian’s expression shifted to something both amused and deeply fond. “You must’ve been hungry.”
“Yeah. And the salmon here is just so fucking good.” Emmett groaned ruefully as he glanced down at the two bowls of pie resting on Julian’s lap. “Bet that pie’s good too.”
“Oh, it is. I would even venture to say that it’s not to be missed. If your stomach has the room, that is. ” Julian’s hand joined Maria’s on the bulge of Emmett’s belly. His fingers pressed in gently, as though to emphasize how taut it was, but at the same time, he moved one of the bowls into Emmett’s lap. “I bet you could manage a little taste.”
“Mmm. Stuffed with salmon and now being tempted with blueberries. I feel like a damn grizzly.” Emmett sighed softly, considering. The bowl of pie that Julian had placed on his leg had slipped to rest against the curve of his belly, and he was so full and sensitive there that its weight felt heavy even on the outside of him. He wasn’t sure he could fit much more in. But then again… Maria was right. Festivals were typically for overdoing it. And what better place to overdo it than here, with soft furs and a crackling fire and a loved one close on either side?
“I’m gonna have a little,” he decided. “But… mmm…” —he paused as his stomach gurgled uncertainly— “I might be kinda out of it afterwards.”
“That’s alright, Em, we got you.” Maria swept her hand up to rest just below his ribs and began rubbing gentle circles with her fingers. “You should have as much as you want.”
“Absolutely agreed.” Julian’s palm was pressed to Emmett’s taut side, warm and supportive. “Just be careful, dear. Don’t make yourself sick.”
Emmett didn’t feel sick in the slightest, which was unusual for him, considering how far past full he already was. As he put the first bite of pie in his mouth, savoring the perfect balance of tartness and sweetness and the way the tender pastry flaked between his teeth, he couldn’t help but wish that he were able to indulge himself to this point more often. Eating on such a stuffed stomach felt… intensely and viscerally good in a way that he had rarely experienced. He could feel the very edges of his body, thanks to the way each swallow pressed outwards as it squeezed down, and it was pleasurable in that same primal way he sometimes felt when he was running or riding or fighting—as though he were a wild animal, all raw natural power, bound by nothing but his body and its limits.
And then of course, there was the press of his friends’ hands over the sore stretch of his belly. It wasn’t just the relief of pressure eased, of tension gently massaged away—although that was incredibly good on its own—but also the powerful intimacy of it all, the way he could feel affection in each careful press and concern in every slow, thoughtful motion. He could feel each touch easing the burden of everything he’d eaten—the circles beneath his ribs helping each bite find a tiny crevice of room to settle into, the slow sweeps over his navel calming strained twinges and rumbles, the kneading into his sides helping the muscles relax so his belly could swell out even further.
He was so caught up in the sensation of it that he felt drunk. Everything else around him seemed to blur into a haze—the warmth of the fire, the repetitive scrape of his spoon against the bowl, the soft sounds of Maria and Julian chatting. It pulled him partway out of his daze when he realized they were talking about him.
“…I dunno, should we stop him? His tummy is getting enormous.”
“Hmm, he really is quite bloated, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, and I mean—seriously, Julian, feel right here, under his ribs.”
The hand supporting the heaviness of Emmett’s lower belly suddenly disappeared. He made a soft sound of protest, which was quickly replaced by a deep groan as it reappeared on the sensitive swell high in his middle, where pie and fish were packed tightly in his stomach.
“Oh my.” Julian’s voice was full of concern. “Are you sure you’re alright, Emmett dear? Your belly feels so full.”
A thumb pressed a gentle circle into the extra-tight lump inside him, while another warm hand rubbed over its side before pressing down towards his navel to support it from underneath. Emmett groaned happily, feeling his stomach gurgle appreciatively with the help, and mumbled, “Mmm… yeah, I’m good.”
As the neared the bottom of the bowl, he developed a vague awareness that he was reaching some kind of limit. The strained feeling in his stomach had grown throbbingly intense, and he was starting to feel uneasy grumbles even through the supportive press of his friends’ hands. The bowl was nearly empty, and part of him wanted to finish it, just to see if he could. But the next morsel of pie he swallowed forced up a wheezy belch, and he had the distinct feeling that he had just traded the last bit of air in his stomach to hold that bite.
“Ugh,” he gasped. “Ohhh, my stomach… okay, I’m… I’m—urp—done.”
Immediately, the bowl was taken from his hands, and he felt an arm—it was hard to say whose—gently encircling his shoulders. He wanted to tell them that he’d prefer that hand on his belly, really, but after wheezing out his admission of defeat, he couldn’t get enough breath back to say anything more. He was so full that his lungs felt squeezed, so full that the bloat of it all was forcing him to sit with his back arched. Trying to bend at the waist to move into any other position seemed impossible.
“Come on, boy, don’t explode on us.” Maria’s voice was warm and affectionate, close to his ear. “That was seriously impressive. You’re not in pain, are you?”
Emmett tried to say “no,” but all that came out of him was a ragged groan. He flashed a little grin instead, trying to make sure that Maria knew he was alright. His stomach did ache, but in a nice way, like the satisfying soreness he felt in his body after a good day’s work. Not to mention, the press of loving hands was soothing the ache out of his overworked stomach like a massage soothing cramps from overworked muscles.
“Poor dear. Can’t even speak, can you?” Julian’s voice coincided with a gentle press of a hand over his navel, and Emmett panted as a wave of relief surged through his straining belly. “Have I mentioned how adorable you are when you indulge yourself?”
It was a good thing Julian found it adorable. Emmett could only imagine that he looked like an absolute mess. But that was the beautiful thing about having people who loved you. It didn’t matter. Sometimes being messy only made them love you more.
“Somebody looks ready to hibernate.” Julian patted Emmett’s distended belly with a chuckle. “Seems like you’ve got enough in here to last you until spring.”
“Shuddup,” Emmett mumbled, letting his head fall sideways to press his cheek into Julian’s shoulder. He groaned softly as he felt an uncomfortable rumble building in his overstuffed stomach, and then again as Maria’s hand kneaded in to settle it. It was a struggle to catch his breath, but he managed to groan, “Fuck… I’m so full…”
“Yeah, we noticed. Kinda hard to miss all this.” Maria swept her hand over Emmett’s swollen front, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’d better get to work on digesting, because we’re going to have to move you eventually.”
“Hrmph.” Emmett rubbed his knuckles over the crest of his stomach, thinking that his digestion had already been hard at work for quite some time.
“Don’t worry. We’ll help.” Julian patted just below where Emmett was rubbing, prompting a grumble from deep in his belly. “Did you enjoy that pie?”
“Mmm… yeah. So good.” Emmett arched his back just a tiny bit more, hoping to illustrate that he was enjoying all the attention, too.
Julian seemed to get the picture, judging by the way he chuckled and obligingly rubbed a broad circle across the expanse of Emmett’s belly. “You just get some rest.”
Emmett didn’t need to be told twice. He let every muscle in his body fall slack, including his eyelids. The world shrank down to the warmth of the fire and the weight of his stomach and the warm trails of relief left in the wakes of his friends’ hands, and he drifted off to sleep.
roommate whos too drunk to recognize they’re groping themselves in front of you. slurring “hmm gooodddd” with a dumb grin as they pinch their nipples through their shirt. jiggling their bloated belly to work a burp free. a hand lazily drifting between their legs as they stumble to keep their balance.
getting sooo fuckin tired of blank blogs clogging up my notes and followers
just blocked a bunch of shady, empty accounts, but if I somehow missed you, here's a warning before I do another purge:
if you are going to benefit from kink blogs, especially sex workers (which I see all too often in yalls silent reblogs & visible likes 🙄), the absolute least you can do is get rid of the default profile picture and put a name & age in your bio. christ.
I don't care if your account is a burner, I don't care if you're just here to lurk - the creators whose work you're whacking off to are human beings. it shouldn't be hard for you to present yourself as one, too.
im not super into burps but i do think it's really cute when a character tries to hold them in out of sheer pride and only end up making their tummy angrier with them. i like when stubborn and prideful characters get taken down a peg by their own body in ways they have no control over
