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hi hi potato pup here,

This is my little corner of the internet to explore my kinks and be my secret outlet for my tummy noises and burps (what I’m into)

*NOT a gainer (at least not intentionally)

Please don't ask me for private photos, videos, recordings, face reveal, or any kind of rp, etc. I love my privacy and being anonymous makes me less anxious lol (I can be pretty shy).

PLEASE DONT DM ME

I will not reply to any DMs

But Feel free to send any asks, though I might not answer since I’m not sure how often I’ll be on here or I just didn’t like/ felt uncomfortable with what you asked. Also I’m like hella awkward and suck at conversation so :/. (Same goes for responding to comments)

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WHAT I PERSONALLY DONT LIKE

Piss/Scat (once it leaves my body I have no interest in it anymore), incest, popping/bursting with stuffing, emeto, purposeful self-starvation, anything vore related, death feedism, immobility, gaining (Please note that although I personally don’t like gaining irl I love fantasizing about it lol)

WHAT I LIKE

Bloating, stuffing/overeating (happens quite often ngl), size difference, Biting, Praise, sweet toned degration/ teasing, BURPS, hiccups, soft pregnancy, tummy noises, mock concern, Nicknames/petnames (my literally weakness, ex. Sweetheart, baby, love, angel, baby boy…), maybe into constipation (belly being so swollen cause nothing has been expelled)

- side note: I'm a bigger fan of realistic belly situations compared to those about impossibly distended stomachs and impossible noises. They don't really do it for me. Realistic and plausible scenarios though 🙌. I especially love seeing someone with a flatter tummy get super distended, because the before and after differences can get so crazy and you can just see how tight everything gets and whether the contents of their stomach are sitting high or low in their digestive system 😮‍💨🫣.

Finally, please don't be creepy 😭. I know there's a lot of people with no respect for boundaries out there. At the end of the day, please remember that I'm just a human too so either be sweet or be gone.

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I’m gonna be real busy for the foreseeable future and don’t know when I’m gonna be able to stuff myself silly so I decided to do my last big junk food stuffing for a while (will prob still mess with my belly using malitol/probiotics/ect. tho)

Just had a whole frozen three meats rising crust pizza which on its own is already 1980 calories

I feel so big and heavy and my tummy is so full. It doesn’t hurt or ache yet but I’ve got a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and some soda I’m gonna try to get down once I can breath normally again :)

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Of course stuffing the belly with pure caloric junk makes a pup very burpy >////<

So here’s a compilation

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Does ice cream and soda really bloat one up? Is there like a combo that causes the most bloating?? How does it work? Do you mix them into a float before drinking or drink and eat separately?

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I’ve been so busy lately but finally getting around to posting about my cake shake stuffing >\\\<

Anyways here’s a break down of everything I had

I had a milk chocolate cake shake spilt into two. So each half had half a bag of Betty Crocker milk chocolate super moist cake mix blended with 2 cups of milk (just the cake shake alone was 2000 ish calories) then Once I was able to move and breath properly again I put on a baggy hoodies and set off to buy two Popeyes spicy chicken sandwich combos (so sandwich+fries+soda x2) (basically another 2000 ish calories) which I greedily devoured. And even though my tummy was so bloated and round and getting up was a challenge I was somehow still hungry so I got a Korean corndog with mozzarella as the filling. While I was busy digesting I drank another soda though this time it was a probiotic soda so my tummy got real loud. And that was all I ate but man I felt huge 😭

8 AM - my belly empty

10 AM - my belly from the first half of the cake shake

11 AM - my belly from the second half of the cake shake

1:30 PM - after stuffing my face with two Popeyes spicy chicken sandwiches combos and a mozzarella Korean corn dog

4 PM - belly slowly but surely digesting plus a probiotic soda lol

10 PM - how I went to bed :)

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4000 calories, gosh puppy… i bet all that feels so heavy and wonderful getting churned away inside our favorite dog’s tummy huh? Surely you owe it to yourself to celebrate the noisy achievement of your guts working so hard on what must might as well feel like an entire litter scrambling and writhing under your skin🖤

Mhmmm it felt soooo good, after a while the cake shake made me such a hungry little pup I just kept stuffing my greedy little face with junk till I looked like I was carrying a big litter //>///<//

I woke up to barely anything being digested and my tummy a big heavy swollen orb (it was kinda hard to sit up properly ( ꩜///꩜) )

But now things are moving along and my tummies super angry with me and being so loud, with how strongly I can feel every gurgle it really does just feel like an entire litter just writhing beneath my skin. But even that feels kinda good tbh 👉👈

Also favorite dog 😵‍💫

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How is puppy supposed to go out with such a swollen tum (>/////< " )

Not even the biggest and baggiest shirt can hide pups big bloated belly :(

Look at how it sticks out….

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Ever wonder what a pup with a tum full of chocolate cake shake sounds like?

Praise me 👉👈

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Always in awe/impressed by the noises that come from within this pup. Whether they be gurgles,sloshes, or burps they are all so very cute to hear!

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Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoy them

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Gahhhhh I wanna do a cake shake sooo bad and then stuff myself with greasy junk food till my belly is heavy and swollen and I can barely breath 😵‍💫. Unfortunately, I have a thing this week that requires me to not be bloated and it takes me forevvvvvver to debloat after a cake shake and prob even more so if i stuff my greedy little face with junk right after 🫠

maybe next week….

Anyways any cake shake tips?

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POV: Your pup treats every meal like it might be their last and every extra serving like a personal challenge

Your pup has already given up on wearing anything remotely restrictive. Their jeans were the first casualty, followed shortly by their shirt. Now they’re sprawled across the couch in nothing but their underwear, belly so swollen from their heavy greasy Mexican takeout lunch that it rises and falls with every slow, overworked breath.

You settle down beside them and immediately pull them into your arms. Your pup lets out a pathetic little whine as you drape an arm across their bulging middle.

“Goodness, sweetheart,” you murmur, rubbing slow circles over the taut curve of their stomach. “Someone’s been eating really good lately, huh?”

The belly beneath your hand answers with a long, unhappy gurgle.

Your pup just pouts.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, You stuffed your greedy little face with enough food for three people baby.”

A louder burble follows. Your pup squirms deeper into your chest, clearly hoping you’ll stop teasing them.

Instead, you lean down and kiss the top of their head.

“My poor little butterball” You murmur teasingly into their ear.

A few hours later your phone buzzes. It’s your aspiring chef friend. Apparently they’ve been recipe testing all afternoon and made far too much food. They’re dropping off several containers and don’t want anything to go to waste.

The second you mention food, your pup’s ears perk up. You stare at your big bellied pup in disbelief as you listen to their belly gurgle away angrily and say “Absolutely not.”

Another hopeful look.

“Sweetheart, you can barely breathe let alone eat even more” You say trying to reason with your spoiled pup.

Their stomach chooses that exact moment to let out a deep, watery slosh. Your pup has the decency to look embarrassed for approximately three seconds.

Then the food arrives.

Despite already looking like they swallowed a beach ball, your shameless little pup immediately claims they’re “just gonna have a “little” taste.”

A taste of course ends up becoming a plate. The plate becomes another plate. That then becomes an entire dinner.

An hour later you find them sitting on the couch with yet another container balanced in their lap.

“Puppy” You say admonishingly.

“It’s second dinner” they say as if second dinner was a normal occurrence.

“You already had dinner” You say with a mix of fondness and exasperation.

“That was regular dinner” they whine with the most duh tone ever.

You can’t even argue with their logic because they’re already stuffing another bite into their mouth. By the time the last container is empty, your pup is completely defeated.

They waddle over and collapse beside you with a groan, belly stretched impossibly round and firm beneath your hands. Every few seconds another overworked gurgle rolls through it as their poor digestive system tries to figure out what crime it committed to deserve this.

You rub the swollen mound affectionately.

“My sweet little glutton, your tummy is working overtime” You coo.

A miserable little whine is what you get in return.

“You know,” you continue thoughtfully, poking the curve of their potbelly, “at the rate your going that young pup metabolism of yours isn’t going to be able to save you.”

Your pup freezes.

“Oh yeah. Keep eating like this and this little thing?” You pat their belly like a drum. “Will become permanent.”

Their eyes widen. You immediately kiss their forehead before they can panic.

“Not that it would stop you” you tease as you smirk down at them.

Another loud gurgle answers for them.

Because honestly?

You both know that if somebody showed up with a third dinner right now, your spoiled, big-bellied pup would devour every last bite, consequences be damned.

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Your view as you cuddle with your pup

Your view as your pup waddles to you after second dinner.

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POV: Your gluttonous little pup used their grubby paws to sneak treats all day while you were stuck at work. Now they’re beached in bed, swollen belly spilling out of their button down, whining loudly as angry gurgles churn through their overstuffed tummy.

But of course your pup is completely insatiable.

The second you walk in with greasy takeout in hand, their ears perk right up despite how stuffed they already are. Their eyes lock onto the bag instantly, pained whines turning needy as they reach for it with both paws like they’ve learned absolutely nothing, belly still audibly growling from everything they already crammed into their swollen orb of a gut.

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All your stuffing stories are incredibly hot, thank you for writing them <333

Gahhh >\\\\<

Thank YOU for reading them. I’ve never really been a strong writer so it makes me happy knowing people enjoy what I write.

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POV: You adopted a pup that thinks entirely with their belly so every meal ends with them stuffed stupid and curled up in your lap begging for belly rubs. Their tummy all round and heavy against you after they’ve eaten way too much way too fast, eyes half lidded and absolutely shameless about it, softly whining until you start rubbing their belly. And until their next meal, this is what your ears are graced with

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thinking extra-domestically about your last post...

the thing is, when you kneel next to my seat at the table and rest your head on my lap, i know you're full. i fed you first, fed you full, until your belly swelled forward and was firm to the touch. then i served myself my own dinner. i know you don't need any more food.

i also know that you could fit a little more, that you're not so glutted round that only your bulkiest jacket could hide the proof of your greed. i know that the way to a pup's heart is through their stomach.

and you're so sweet looking up at me... well-behaved, too, you're not shoving at me or trying to take anything from the table. you trust that i'll give you what you want, and i don't want to disappoint you over something as inconsequential as food.

so it's simple, really. if you ask for food, i give you food. my friends might worry that i'm "overfeeding" you, whatever that means, that your appetite and capacity are getting "too big", but i don't mind. you could ask for more food every waking minute and i'd give it to you, sweet thing.

Sorry for such a late response life has been hectic.

Also ohh gods I never imagined anyone would continue to think about anything I wrote >\\\\<.

Like i posted the original thing thinking haha greedy puppy with their belly hanging out their tops and then you come in with a whole soft analysis of it??? the way you flipped it around to the owner’s perspective genuinely short-circuited my brain.

I’m actually sitting here rereading this over and over trying to figure out how i’m even supposed to respond without combusting.

“only your bulkiest jacket could hide the proof of your greed” gahhhhhhh 😭The whole jacket line makes me wanna stuff myself silly then actually try one on casue I have yet to actually do something like that and I have the perfect button jacket for it…..

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POV: Your friends and family are starting to get a little concerned about your pup’s diet, because this is what they see every time your pup plops down after already scarfing down their own meal, whining with their head on your lap during yours, begging for scraps.

Are you concerned?

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POV: Your overfull, tipsy pup squeezes into your lap, their work shirt straining over a belly that’s getting harder to hide with each company dinner, and expects you to take care of it like always.

The door opens a little too slowly, like your pup had to lean against it for a second before making their way inside. They stumble in with a soft little giggle, cheeks warm, eyes a bit glassy. Definitely tipsy. “Mmm…hi” they hiccup, drifting towards you automatically.

Their button-up is not cooperating tonight. Pulled snug across their middle, fabric stretched tight over a very obvious, very swollen belly. One hand keeps absently pressing against it, like they’re still trying to process just how much they overate.

A small, airy burp slips out mid-step and they pause, blinking…then they just smile, not even the slightest bit embarrassed. “they wouldn’t stop offering me stuff,” they mumble, a little dazed, a little pleased.

Before you can even respond, they’re already climbing into your lap, a little clumsy about it, settling down to straddle you with a soft huff. Their weight sinks in, warm and heavy, their belly pressing right up against you through their tight shirt.

Another burp escapes, louder this time. They don’t apologize. Instead, they just lean in closer, resting their head against your shoulder like they belong there. “Mm…I don’t wanna stand,” they mumble. “M soo full” they belch before tapering off to soft hiccups.

You can feel how firm their tummy is where it presses into you, how there’s almost no give. Your hands hover for half a second before your pup grabs them, guiding them to their swollen tummy with zero hesitation. “Here,” they murmur, already pushing your palms into their belly. “Fix it…”

You let out a soft, amused hum from you as your hands start moving. “Fix it? It seems my puppy’s feeling bossy tonight” you tease.

They whine quietly, shifting just to press closer. “I’m serious” they start, before, another burp cuts them off. They huff, pouty now, still melting under your touch. “Feels like I’ve got no space” they groan.

Your thumb brushes over one of the strained buttons, and you pause there deliberately. “Keep eating like this at those company dinners of yours,” you murmur, voice low and teasing, “and you’re gonna pop a button one of these nights, sweetheart.”

They go still for a second… then give the tiniest, most unapologetic smile. “Mmm… not my fault,” they mumble. You raise a brow. “Oh?”

They nuzzle into you, chasing your hands as they keep moving. “I’m new…” they murmur, like that explains everything. “I can’t say no… they hand me stuff and just…I have to eat it” they murmur.

Another soft burp slips out and they barely react this time, just relaxing more into you. “So you just accept that rule and eat all of it?” you tease. They give a slow, tipsy nod against your shoulder. “Mhm, it’s free food”. They mumble.

“And then come home like this?” your hand presses lightly over their full tummy for emphasis. They let out a soft, needy sound, leaning into it. “mhm…”

You laugh under your breath, shaking your head “Yeah, you’re definitely gonna lose a button at this rate.” They don’t argue. Don’t even pretend to care.

If anything, they press closer, guiding your hands again like you might stop. “Keep going…” they whine, softer now, clingy again. “Feels better when you do it”

Another quiet burp follows, and they just melt further into your lap, warm, heavy, and completely used to ending their nights exactly like this.

You keep your hands moving in slow, absent circles, feeling how they sink into you more with every pass, how easily they settle in your lap now without a second thought. It’s becoming a pattern. The dinners, the fullness, the way they end up right here, needy and pressed close like this.

And, honestly…you’re not exactly complaining.

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