Heyo! The name is Caerie (pronounced Carrie), the age is 22, I am a lesbian with a love of all things tummy and whatever might lie within.
On this blog you can find a variety of posts pertaining to:
- Pregnancy
- Labor/birth
- Stuffing
- Weight gain
This blog may also feature small increments of mostly soft vore, burping, and inflation. I might make a separate blog for those posts if they begin to pile up.
"Butchtalks" is my personal post tag, "butchart" is my art tag.
Remember folks, the hottest and coolest people reblog art they enjoy.
DNI/BYF
- If you follow/interact and there's no age in your bio, you're blocked
- If you follow/interact and you're under 18, you're blocked
- If you interact with the sole purpose of starting drama or trying to make me feel bad for getting off to this kind of stuff, you're pathetic
- If you follow/interact and you're one of those blogs that reposts pictures and/or videos of pregnant people without their consent, you're blocked and also going to the darkest coldest circle of hell regardless of your religious orientation
Check out the Normal people squad community on Discord - hang out with 38 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
We are a mostly UDTR focused multi-kink server
Won't list all the channels here but some of the highlights include:
A category for tummy-based kink
A role-locked set of channels for body functions and bathroom activity centric kink
A whole category for sharing information about ocs!
Random voice calls in which I play the worst soundboard sound known to man.
Four excellent mods who are responsible for some of the best creative works in the DR fandom. Including the lovely @gassybots
Rules:
MUST BE EIGHTEEN OR OLDER. Minors will be perma-banned
no kinkshaming or discourse
got an issue? Message me. Arguments will not be tolerated
No depictions of underage charas in sexual situations
relevant chat belongs in relevant channel, preg talk in preg, stuffing in stuffing, etc. Getting off topic is fine but we have catagorized channels for a reason.
Be nice and respectful, treat this space like you would any other kink space.
DM me or a mod for access to the role-locked channels.
As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:
More information
Kinktober is an October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.
If you have any questions, check our FAQs. Our askbox is open for further questions about how the challenge works or what the prompts mean.
Back again because how could I resist! And especially with the tag targeting... well it's important now more than ever to have fun and be kinky loudly.
This is a creative feedist community project for everyone and anyone to take part in, here’s 31 days of 62 prompts, meaning you can do one, both or something that combines the two for each day!
Art, writing, photos, audios, feel free to express each prompt as you’d like to in relation to feedism, belly kink, indulgence, inflation and more. Please tag with '#feedist kinktober' and/or '#feedist kinktober 2025' so that everyone can share and see! Also I feel like this goes without saying, but no A*I 🚫 this is about highlighting our community's creativity after all
Over Indulged 🤤 / Heaven Sent 🪽
Brainwashed 🧠 / Bountiful Harvest 🌽
After Hours 🕛 / Thick Fog 🌫️
Dare 😈 / Nurse's Office 🩺
High Expectations 🏆 / Public Porker 🐽
Astrological 🌠 / Insatiable Itch 🥵
Masked 🎭 / Unlimited Refills 🥤
Gluttony Gallery 🖼️ / Repeat Customer 🚶♂️
Lace Embrace 🎀 / Bad Influence 🥴
Eternal Hunger 🍔 / Hosed Down 💦
Captive ⛓️/ Too Wide 🔴
Food Baby 🫄 / Butcher's Knife 🔪
Arcade 👾 / Rotund Rapture ⛰️
Fae Feast 🍑 / Leather Pleasure 🖤
Juicy Jester 🤡 / False Advertising 🚫
On Camera 📸 / Berry Bliss 🫐
Siren Song 🎶 / House Pet 🐱
Boss' Favourite 📋 / Drunken Daze 🍻
Calorie Bomb 💣 / Laundry Day 👕
Witch's Market 🔮 / Bloated 🔵
Capacity Training 💯 / XP Gains 🎮
Suspicious Shapewear 👗 / Baker's Dozen 🍪
Double Trouble 👯 / Snowed In ❄️
Venom ☣️ / Character Creation 🧝
Going Viral 📳 / Swollen Scholar 📜
Unfamiliar Reflection 🪞 / Gooey 💚
Cosy Cottage 🏠 / Bite Marks 🦷
Utterly Helpless 🆘 / Ranch Life 🐄
New Wardrobe 👔 / Lost Expedition
Delivery App 🛍️ / Old Castle 🏰
Ghost Stories 💀 / Happy Endings 📚
Thanks to everyone who helped with suggestions for prompts! Don’t let my emojis sway your thoughts, they’re just there for visual interest. Please reblog to spread to more people, can’t wait to see what you all come up with ❤️
Had the cutest idea for an oc/story, so I have to bring it to my followers and anyone who may be listening.
Baker/vlogger with a particularly hyper fixation on historical baking. She gets pregnant, much to her excitement, and begins implementing historical midwives' recipes into her vlogs.
Through her love of baking, history and her newfound fascination with pregnancy, she documents her changing body and helps her followers (imagining she gains a particular following of FTPs once she becomes pregnant).
Ultimately, this peaks with her documenting her early labor via a livestream while she bakes a traditional "groaning cake" (look it up if you haven't heard of it!!).
Idk I'm just insane for the mental image of her stirring batter in between breathing exercises.
You see these prompts? No Nut Kinkvember is about turning these prompts into a sex thing. How you turn them into a sex thing is entirely up to you, along with what kind of sex thing you turn them into, and creativity is encouraged.
Where and when will No Nut Kinkvember be hosted?
No Nut Kinkvember will be hosted on Tumblr and AO3 during the month of November. There will be an AO3 collection to add your works to, created a month before the event in October, and if you @ this blog in posts they will be reblogged. There will also be a submissions box open that you can submit posts to.
The Tumblr tag for this event will be #nonutkinkvember2025, which I will also be looking at for posts to reblog, so make sure to tag your works!
What are the rules?
THIS EVENT IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. MINORS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE.
This event is writing only, because I find that easier to moderate. That being said, if you want to draw out prompts on your own and share them in your own spaces, feel free! The tag will also allow art. I just won't host it on the Tumblr blog.
Any and all kinks are allowed. Just make sure to tag all kinks present in the work, and add warnings as applicable in a typical AO3 submission.
Do not harass people for their submitted work, for any reason. Yes, this includes for their kinks.
This is a universal fandom event! Anyone of any fandom can join. OCs are welcome too!
If you want to submit a fully original work, I'd recommend either posting it to a different site than AO3 and linking it in a Tumblr post, or just submitting the link through the submissions box of this blog. If you share your work in a Tumblr post, or use the submission feature, you still need to tag your content with all kinks present in the work, and any warnings as applicable.
If your writing is self-contained in a Tumblr post, as opposed to linking from somewhere else, please add a read more at most after an introductory paragraph or two.
Submission entry will start on November 1st and will close on November 30.
More rules will be added if/when the need for more rules arises. If more rules are added, I will edit this post and make a new post detailing the new full list of rules and specifying any additions.
Again, I'll be checking the #nonutkinkvember2025 tag too, and I'm excited to see what everyone does for this event! :]
The ask box will always be open, so don't be afraid to drop by in the meantime!
Please mind the read more. Also dead dove for depiction of pregnancy symptoms written by someone who is lowkey obsessed with how pregnancy works.
Summary of au: Spamton and Tenna get married in their big shot era and are not doomed, because I don’t want them to go through it anymore than they already do. Spamton has the first kid, and Tenna has the second.
Tenna bio summary: He is biologically compatible with Spamton, however, in this au, Spamton had a rough pregnancy, and shortly afterward, made the choice to remove his internal reproductive organs. Tenna has a reproductive system and internal biology similar to afab humans, with metal arms and a silicone belly able to stretch and shrink with him. His pregnancy lasts nine months.
Time skip, their kid is now 3-5, Spamton is probably in like, addison peri menopause or whatever happens to birds when they lose the ability to lay eggs, he basically has no desire to start a family, but Tenna has mad baby fever that pops up every few weeks, he remembers how Spamton told him that he’d never do this again, and he followed through with that….but Tenna still has a “working oven”, ikywim. And it shows whenever he’s ovulating. Tenna brings a lot of breeding talk into the bedroom despite Spamton’s infertility. Spamton is very much into it and follows along with it.
This behavior peaks when Spamton walks in on Tenna in the dressing room, a prop pregnancy belly strapped to his middle, as Tenna observes how it changed his shape in the dressing room mirror, he sees Spamton in the reflection and panics. They have a passionate and sweet conversation where Spamton asks Tenna if he wants another baby, and after Tenna agrees to carry it, they kiss and resume the show, much giddier (and red faced + sweaty….they fucked narsty style) than they were before.
It takes a while to find a donor for Tenna, idk if he needs tv sperm or what but they need to pull some strings for sure, but after a few weeks of preparation, they end up in the same medical office as they did for Spamton, now with Tenna on the table being prepared to have a fertilized egg implanted in his reproductive parts.
They need to wait for a little over two weeks to get an appointment to confirm the results, but Tenna can hardly wait. A few days before the appointment, Tenna privately buys a quality test and takes it at four in the morning. He covers it up before he can look at the results as a mix of panic and anticipation filling his body and mind. After the five minutes for the results to come up have passed, Tenna paces in his bathroom, hesitant to peek. But he convinces himself as he whispers a countdown under his breath, trying not to wake up Spamton. When he reaches “one”, he flips the cover open.
Two faint pink lines. And a digital window with one word on it in simple black text: “Pregnant.”
As much as Tenna wanted to surprise his lover, he had to give Spamton the actual reason behind the joyful shriek that rattled the door in the wee hours of the morning, when they have work tomorrow as well. The two embrace, kiss, and Spamton is emotional, and also dominating, as his brain is filled with the pride of having another baby with his spouse, as well as the joy of not having to carry it this time.
The first trimester is mildly eventful, and filled with antics as Tenna tries to hide his fatigue and surging hormones from his coworkers. He gets caught falling asleep at work, sometimes minutes before filming. His hormones manifest primarily as inappropriate tantrums that fade into weeping sessions, with him melting down about everything from the lights “buzzing too loudly” to crying because Spamton got him a snack.
Tenna makes the decision to tell the studio about his pregnancy when the nausea starts to work against him, having a horrible tendency to kick in during filming. Tenna is very sensitive to smell, and of course the cooking challenges do not help with it. Once the studio is aware, they work together to organize a filming schedule that works with Tenna’s symptoms, as well as a plan to “go public” about the pregnancy when he begins to show.
During the second trimester, the nausea dissipates, and cravings pop up in their absence. Tenna can always be found munching away on a snack, his sweet tooth cranked up to eleven. His favorite cravings are fresh mint chip ice cream milkshakes, strawberry sandwiches, and candy bars from the vending machine. The crew stays quiet about his rounding figure as weight begins to settle on his hips and thighs. Tenna does not realize he is gaining weight, and tries to excuse his strained suit as a sign of a growing bump, even though he is barely showing at this point. Spamton is happy to see his appetite increase after dealing with weeks of Tenna’s nausea, and happily brings his husband snacks.
Tenna realizes just how much weight he has put on when he pops the button on his suit in the middle of a filming session, much to the shock of the contestants, audience, and crew members. He has not yet gone public about his pregnancy, so he has to admit that he has been gaining weight. Tenna should be more ashamed, all things considered, but all he really cares about is the approval of Spamton, who spoils his growing figure in private, worshipping every growing inch. His mood swings also begin to manifest as a heightened libido, resulting in many a quickie behind locked studio doors.
As Tenna’s center of gravity changes, he experiences backaches and heartburn. Spamton is always around for a massage. The two decide to tell their first kid about their incoming sibling. They’re a little young to fully understand, but they happily hug Tenna’s belly. After seeing how well that little conversation went, Tenna feels more comfortable going public about his pregnancy.
Being the showman he is, Tenna organizes a “special segment” for his show, where his contestants are made to solve a scavenger hunt and find clues to help them guess Tenna’s “big secret”. The first challenge is to pin a bow on a paper pipis, the second is a cooking challenge where the contestants are instructed to make odd concoctions such as ice cream with pickles on top, and the third is a speed-round quiz about vague measurements and numbers (which are later revealed to be of his growing bump). One contestant figures it out, and the stage floods with confetti and balloons as Tenna confirms it. The paparazzi are a bit annoying about the details of conception, but Tenna brushes them off with a joke about how the censors won’t allow that sort of story to go public.
After the filming, Spamton and Tenna spoon in their bed, chatting about assorted things, when Tenna stops in mid sentence. Spamton worries that something is wrong, but before he can panic, Tenna grabs Spamton’s hand and presses it to the apex of his belly. The baby is not only active, but kicking hard enough for it to cause Tenna’s belly to jiggle and shift. Spamton has never felt a baby actively move like this, and is fascinated by his beau.
The third trimester and its symptoms begin to wear heavy on the crew. Tenna is exhausted from a lack of proper sleep, with every position making him uncomfortable, he ends up a cranky and emotional wreck the following day. Tenna has to run to the bathroom between filming sessions as a result of digestive and bladder issues from the decreasing room in his middle. Tenna is hesitant to take his paternity leave, and as he gets closer to his due date, the crew grows more anxious about the possibility of him going into labor on set. The crew walks on eggshells, excusing his behavior so as to not stress him out (do you wanna be known as the guy that made yr boss go into labor…actually if you’re on this blog don’t answer that lol).
What finally gets Tenna to take his leave is a case of braxton-hicks during a live filming that causes a ruckus. Spamton is an anxious father and rushes Tenna to their doctor, only to find out that everything is safe and normal, and there is no need to worry. Spamton makes a deal with Tenna, he will go on paternity leave and take it easy until the big day, and Spam will take his leave on the same day, so they don’t have to be apart. Tenna agrees.
Tenna gets a nesting instinct and prepares the nursery, and the discussion of delivery comes up. Spamton’s birth plan consisted of a few simple steps, get to the hospital, get pain meds, have a baby, don’t die, and get a cigarette in his mouth asap. Tenna’s plan is a bit more active, consisting of creating a calm and safe environment, minimizing stress, and using as little pain medicine as possible. They decide to use a birthing center with a midwife as opposed to a hospital due to the minimal chance of complications and health of both parties.
Tenna is instructed to rest up, but he wants to be on his feet. A few more practice contractions convince him to lay back and take a bath. Everything goes well, until Tenna finds himself unable to exit the bathtub on his own. After calling in Spamton and getting help, they share a laugh which turns into a cry on Tenna’s end. He asks if Spamton is sure he can “handle this” and Spamton just laughs at first, until he realizes Tenna needs reassurance.
“You’re never going to be [dead stock] to me. I love every inch, every pound, and every angle of your beautiful body.”
Tenna blushes and the two share another mushy kiss, which is interrupted by their first kid going “EWWW” and pretending to gag. They go to bed and Tenna gets a good nights sleep for the first time in forever.
When he wakes up in the wee hours of the next morning, he hauls himself out of bed and onto the toilet, only to realize that he’s leaking fluid. He wonders if its pee, and as he reaches to check, water gushes over his hand. Tenna’s eyes widen and he steadies himself, more overwhelmed with excitement than shock. After an event like that, he cannot get back to bed, so he texts the midwife with an update, puts their bag by the door, and decides to distract himself by making breakfast for Spamton.
When Spam wakes up, he immediately misses Tenna, and is alarmed when he pulls back the curtains and sees a small trickling trail of clear fluid leading into the bathroom. Spamton panics until he looks into the kitchen and sees Tenna humming to himself in the kitchen, swaying his widened hips back and forth. When Spamton moves closer, he can see that Tenna is dressed in his maternity slippers and a red robe, and nothing else, from the looks of it. He wonders how to make his presence known without startling his spouse, until he is forced to move when he sees Tenna stop what he’s doing, brace his clawed hands against the countertop, and let out a low growl.
Spamton walks up behind Tenna and gently embraces him, hands settling under the hard curve of his belly and holding up it’s weight as best as he could, a move that he had been implementing more and more as Tenna’s frame had progressed outward. Spamton could feel the bump shift under his touch, followed by a grunt from Tenna as the contraction reached its peak, then Tenna let out an exhale and glanced at the clock, seemingly counting how far apart the pains were. Spamton was pleasantly surprised by how controlled Tenna was acting, glad that the worst case scenario he had pictured in his head when he first saw Tenna’s waters decorating their bedroom floor.
“We havin’ a baby today?”
Tenna just nods and leans into his touch.
“Sounds good to me…is that breakfast I’m smelling?”
Tenna gestured to the counter, it had two sets of bacon and eggs on a plate, along with a sliced loaf of freshly baked banana bread.
Spamton smiles, and concerned as he is for Tenna’s condition, he can’t help but appreciate how Tenna was able to get his coffee just right.
After sending their kid off to babysitter Blue, they head off to the birthing center.
Spamton can’t help but feel a little jealous of his partner’s ability to stay so calm, and he asks him why as they’re driving. Tenna says its because Spamton makes him feel safe, like he can do anything in the world.
Four hours, six centimeters, and several unmedicated contractions later, Spamton wonders who this screaming person is and what they’ve done with Tenna. He is howling loud enough to be heard down the hall through a closed door, but continues to insist that he doesn’t want any pain relief. Spamton tells Tenna he won’t get a medal for doing this without any help, and Tenna breaks. He cries and tells Spamton that he wants to be strong for him, and Spamton tells him that he needs to do whatever makes HIM feel in control.
Tenna decides to do it his own way. He is far too afraid of needles to take an epidural, but he finds that gas and air help him feel more “leveled out”. Spamton is right by his side as his husband pushes out their baby. Tenna cries with joy when they finally slide out, gently bringing their baby to the crook of his neck.
Tenna doesn’t lose the baby weight, as a matter of fact, it settles on his hips and rear. And Spamton loves it, which means Tenna can learn to love it too.
Summary of hc for addison reproduction and anatomy. Addisons are part parthenogenetic in that their own eggs can be fertilized in the incubation process, it follows three stages, the pre-gravid phase where the body prepares for a fertilized egg, gravid phase where the egg sits in the inside of the body, and laying phase if not fertilized. Addisons built with ovipositors dispose of their dud eggs through said ovipositors, others lay the eggs before they lose their fertile capabilities, where they are then incubated in the host’s body, and laid if not fertilized.
More under da cut!
Spamton suffers from ovum overproduction, meaning he produces a clutch of eggs monthly, where other addisons lay on a tri-monthly basis, Spamton lays every month.
In this au, Spamton and Tenna stay business partners and nothing goes wrong, they marry and eventually, talk of children begins to pop up more and more. Spamton decides its about high time they do something about it.
Suffering from fertility issues, Spamton gets a round of ivf set up. He has to gain weight to be healthy, so he and Tenna implement some extra foodplay into their bedroom activities. Once he gets the green light, the only thing left is to find some DNA to fertilize Spamton’s single retrieved egg. Spamton and Tenna bake a cake for Blue, frosting spelling out the question “Will you help us have a baby?” in bright pink. Blue happily agrees, and after some paperwork, everything is set up.
The night before the implantation, Spamton goes on a massive bender, indulging in everything he won’t be able to indulge in while pregnant in the event that the egg takes. Taking lines of coke, dressing to the nines in tight clothing, and chain smoking his last few quality cigars. After happily thanking Blue, Spamton passes out and wakes back up just in time for his appointment.
After the short anxious week long wait for the results, it turns out that the first round was successful, it took! Tenna is thrilled but Spamton is secretly anxious about being able to keep the pregnancy.
The weeks go by, and the symptoms begin showing up. Spamton can’t keep down food, he’s tired, moody, and his body feels swollen and achy all over. Tenna tends to him the best he can, but anxiety sparks a few arguments until they talk and or kiss it out.
Spamton decides to announce his pregnancy at three months, when he decides to put an end to the rumors of his “beer belly” peeking out of his growing suit, and all the other symptoms which the crew have been perceiving as a result of his drinking (exhaustion and nausea seen as a hangover, etc). Spamton announces it with Tenna standing behind him. Tenna pops his fangs out and gives a toothy smile that quietly and calmly says “If you even make a judgemental expression, they will never find your body”. When Spamton turns around, Tenna goes back to normal, and happily hugs his husband’s growing belly,
Addison pregnancies last approx six months, each and every month shows on Spamton’s petite frame. In the later months he suffers from back pain and near constant aches. Tenna is accepting and caring as always, especially when Spamton’s dysphoria gets in the way of him being able to enjoy even the most simple tasks. Things get even worse when Spamton i revealed to have complications, nothing life threatening, but he is ordered to stay on strict bed rest for the remaining month of his pregnancy.
In the final month, the membrane/shell around the baby softens and begins to break down, once its completely broken down, the baby drops and labor is able to progress. Spamton hated bed rest more than anything, and it was worsened by the increased internal movement from the rupturing shell.
Spamton looks in the mirror, his hair has been losing its black color because he hasn’t been able to dye it, a cruel reminder of who he used to be. His belly eclipses his torso, the lower half a mess of angry, jagged stretch marks, giving off a rhythmic bounce with every movement, shifting and writhing with movement as the baby tries to get comfortable. Spamton hates the way he looks, a mixture of reminders of his dwindling masculinity and a lack of identity. Was he really ready to be a dad?
Tenna peeks in, chastising Spam for being up. Tenna has to help him with everything now, getting dressed, bathing, getting to appointments, and making meals. Speaking of, Tenna is holding freshly made soup for him. Spamton gets emotional and tearfully asks Tenna if he loves him. Tenna reassures Spamton, but he has trouble believing it. Tenna walks Spamton through all the things he loves about him. Spamton prefers logic over praise, and Tenna is able to provide this. Tenna has cared for Spamton because Spamton has and will always do the same for him.
“When we married, they spoke about sickness and being healthy.”
“Did they? I don’t remember, I was too busy staring at your face…”
Spamton is comfortably reassured, and Tenna begins worshipping his body, hitting that sweet spot with dialogue affirming Spamton’s masculinity. The two share a long kiss, and Spamton shoots a cheeky grin to Tenna, telling him that since his due date is tomorrow, he is technically safe to engage in….”certain activities..”. Tenna gets the memo and eats Spamton out. The two finish the night with a bare naked snuggle, Spamton loving himself significantly more than he did earlier.
They make a go-bag several days before his due date. Spamton’s nesting instincts kick in and Tenna has to stop him from painting the nursery with his bare hands. Spamton is whiny and hungry in the days leading up to his delivery, and he makes it to four days overdue, much to his chagrin. Tenna takes his paternity leave from the show a week before delivery, and they spend those four days cuddling, talking, and making last minute preps for the baby.
Tenna helps Spamton out of bed on day four, makes him a nice breakfast, and rubs Spamton’s sore back. Spamton admits that he’s been cramping since he woke up, but waited to make breakfast before telling Tenna. Like bro literally just wanted to have one last chill breakfast before his life changed forever. They playfully bicker about whether or not its the real thing until Spamton feels shell fragments and slick blue tinted fluid gush into his pajama pants, at which point Tenna grabs the bag, straps Spammy into the cungadero, and speeds off to the health centre.
Spamton gets the epidural as soon as physically possible. And he’s much more collected afterwards. After a little trouble with dilation, he switches positions a few times before he’s ready to push. The delivery goes well, with an exhausted Spamton happily cuddling the light blue sqauling newborn addison to his chest. He tells Tenna that he loves him but he’s “never [fucking] doing that again.”
He gets a hysterectomy as soon as he’s cleared to do so.
Spamton suffers from mild postpartum difficulties, mostly worrying that his tics will cause him to accidentally hurt the baby. Tenna does most of the chores while Spamton cares for the baby, and the more time they spend together, the more Spamton feels comfortable around his offspring. After a while, he’s back to his old self, but now with a mini-him on his hip.
