Hello there! Call me Melon or 🍈. Welcome to my sideblog for block people and stuff... Mostly stuffing the block people :3
Note: Asks are off for a bit while I make a dent in my backlog of asks and drafts.
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⚠️ This is an NSFW belly kink blog. It won't always be explicit (& tbh I'm not great at determining where the line between suggestive and explicit is with this kink), but things will definitely be 18+ so NO MINORS. Please and thank you.
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With that disclaimer out of the way:
This place is for me to mash together my mcyt obsession (specifically hermpires and friends / assorted side series) with various belly-based kinks I enjoy. Posts will consist of original writings (and maybe art?), longgg rambles in the tags of mcytredacted posts (I'm 🍈 anon over there), and occasional non-fandom reblogs & personal anecdotes related to kink.
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Tagging system is as follows:
#talkermelon → original posts
#melonmail → answered asks
#taggermelon → rambles in the tags
#rebloggermelon → non-mcyt belly or kink-adjacent posts. varied diet and all that, lol
#melonecdotes → non-mcyt original posts about my own experiences with this stuff
#char:[character], #serv:[server], #ship:[ship] → all pretty self-explanatory
#k:[kink] → there b some specific-ass subgenres of belly kink, & this is how i keep track of them
If you want an idea of what sort of things you might find on this blog (or what i'm most/least likely to respond to) please check the readmore ↓
There's also the housekeeping tag #menu of the melon for elaborating on this pinned + specific examples of what I do/don't enjoy as they come up.
Thanks for visiting! Hope you find something to your tastes :3
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Here's what you're most likely to find on this blog:
Stuffing (primarily food)
Fat bellies, bellies in general
Digestion sounds
Weight gain (gradual, rapid, magic, unrealistic, accidental, intentional...)
Inflation (liquid or blueberry ONLY)
Feederism & mutual weight gain
Vore (soft/nonfatal, hard/fatal, digestion, same size, size difference, slime absorption, belly maw...)
Here's some things that I might mention, reblog, or ramble about if inspiration strikes, but i'm not as into them:
Burping
Eating or cooking alive / cannibalism (i'm not averse to gore/pain but it's not going to be my main focus)
Breast expansion / lactation / hucow
G/t vore
Object vore
Non-food stomach bulge
Preg stuff (m, f, egg, ovipos)
Mobfucking / mob vore
Physically stuck
Air inflation
And finally, the Not For Me list. I will not answer asks containing any of the following:
Extreme immobility / death feedism
Non-oral vore
Latex inflation
Popping / bursting
Farting / scat / disposal
(i'll paste my filled kink jars down here eventually
tired & hyped after day 1 of charity stream, was too overstimulated while it was going on to blog here but had fun vibing in DMs...
all i can say is. when are we putting together a kinktober list out of all the shit these family friendly block game players get up to On Camera, huh? today we had duct-tape bondage, forcefeeding, so many other freak moments i'm already fogetting in the blur... last year we had shock collars and & tortilla spanking and whatever intricate scene the Quiet Games produced. 2024 they creampied each other! come on!!!!
mumbo goes back to france but the only cycling he's allowed to do is the cycle of his hand going from the pastry-laden table to his mouth and back again. also waddling to and from the closest bakery (until he gets too big for that too). pl ease
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😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 i feel so crazy rn
it would take so much mental effort for him to feel okay about it i think. he is so obsessed with getting his like. 20 hours of workouts a week or whatever, just sitting around would feel so wrong at first.
maybe he would get the urge to punish himself for overeating- regressing back to old mental habits- but after he gets over that hurdle he would finally start appreciating it. by appreciating i mean getting horny.
he would get off on his own shame a lot. hide what he's doing from vicky because he's too scared of her reaction, but still buy lots of delicious pastries and bread and eat it all by himself. telling himself he's just snacking while editing videos or whatever. telling himself it isn't a big deal and he's healing his issues with food. it's normal and good for his mental health obviously. thats the only reason he's doing it.
if you ignore the fact that he's jerking off about it. :)
it's not his fault, he thinks. french pastries and bread and sweet treats and- well, all the food, really- is just so good! how can he be expected not to indulge?
when he finally puts on enough weight for vick to notice, she is so so so into it. she already loved the size difference between them, and enjoys being sporty and active on her own or proving herself more capable than him, so this new development is a win for her.
she also enjoys humiliating and degrading her boyfriend, but only because he cums so hard when she does <3 she makes him have a conversation about this and what it means and how far he wants to go... and mumby realises that he actually kind of doesn't have a limit.
he tells himself that if he starts having dangerous health problems, he will stop. but he isn't sure if he'd be able to stop in reality. especially with vicky now stepping in to help him get bigger 🤤🤤
uggghhhh she would absolutely spoil him. touching and squeezing him all over as he gains. laughing when he can't fit into his clothes anymore. encouraging him to walk (and eventually waddle 🤤) to the nearest bakery. and she would peg him also. important.
she's always loved how much food he can put away in one sitting. he's a big guy so it makes sense. but after lots of stuffing sessions and pushing him to eat more and more, his limits are sooo high.
just thinking about him struggling to get around the house and spending most of his time in bed <3 and vicky laying on top of him like he's a mattress . grins
yyeah no ive put a normal amount of thought into this haha
OUR reasons now :3 Also why stop at one, M.umbo? The average baguette makes like two sub-style sandwiches if you cut it in half. Probably won't be too hungry after that... But why would satiety stop you? When has it ever stopped you, for that matter?
his dumb, horny mind is a haze of dis-coordinated, nonsensical lust. he doesn't know what time it is or how long he's been getting milked for. but he does know it feels good, he's being a good cow, and he should get milked more to be even better.
the drippy thing between his legs aches for something. he isn't sure what. didn't there used to be something else there? something hard? now it's a sort of hole... oh, he wants it to be filled! of course! how could he forget?
he whines pathetically when the milkers are detached, but a soothing voice calms him. he doesn't know what they're saying, but it sounds nice. and a hand scratches him behind the ear, which makes his whole body pliant and relaxed.
the person- farmhand? is that what they are? mumbo doesn't really remember, but they're familiar- brings in another machine. it's sadly not something to put in his aching hole.
but it's actually even better! it's his feed tube! he feels himself get wetter between his legs as excitement buzzes in his soft tummy. he loves the feed tube.
whatever turned him into this pathetic horny cowthing also makes it easier for him to breathe with something in his throat. not that he can comprehend any of that. it's far too complicated for him to give more than a very brief, passing thought.
regardless, it means the tube goes all the way down his throat so he doesn't even have to swallow. he can just let it pump him full of feed.
having something in his mouth feels sooo good! almost as good as getting milked. sometimes he gets to have both at once, and that makes the thing between his legs really, really wet. which is good because good cows get nice and wet so they can get filled up easier.
the feed tube always gives him a little bit too much feed, but it's okay. at first he found it difficult to manage, but now he can take much more without even getting tummy aches!
plus, he's pretty sure he remembers something about how good cows need lots of feed to get big and pretty. so the more he can take, the better he is! and he thinks someone told him something about the feed being full of fatty stuff that makes him bigger. so that's nice too. his ass and tits are so plump and full now, all soft and round... he can't wait to get bigger and softer !
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mumbo doesn't always like the monthly check-ins. it's pretty jarring to be thrust back into a coherent mind and body after such a long period of stupid, blissed-out milk production.
but it is nice to see how his farmer- his owner- has been working on him. how his body has changed, even without the cow enhancements. plus, he gets to make more plans with scar about his next month of care.
he has a goal for how big he wants to be. uh, he never thought he'd be so into it, but it turns out he quite likes existing in a bigger body... even outside of the lust-driven cow mindset. but, yeah, he has a soft limit, kind of. a place he wants to be where they'll stop working to make him bigger, and start a maintenance feed schedule instead.
the goalpost keeps shifting in that regard, though. every time he sets out a target, he realises he actually wants to be a little bigger than that... eventually, he will reach it though. he wants to still be able to walk, after all.
or, erm, he thinks he does. the thought does cross his mind occasionally. trapped as a cow because he cant even get up to leave. too heavy from his own gluttony, kept as a cow because he can't do anything else... not that scar would ever force him to stay.
anyway, all of that is a long way off. without the cow enhancements, he's barely much bigger than how he started out. maybe four sizes up, at most. just starting to gain a hefty tummy and thighs that touch when he's standing.
not that he's wearing clothes. four sizes up is a guesstimate.
still, the changes make him hard as anything (it's kind of nice to have a dick, occasionally) when his mind and body are brought back to normal. how he's being shaped into a better cow every day. the long-term changes he's been stuck with. how deeply humiliating and dehumanising it is to remember vague, hazy scenes of himself, begging to be milked, dripping slick all over his hay bed, gulping down the sludge they call feed...
scar wants to brand him. that's the latest thing. obviously he says yes, because he's a hopeless, shameless slut.
also, scar wants him to play with grian next time they're both cows. gri likes to keep his mind half-there, and gets pretty dominant and bossy as a cow. he keeps his cock, too. actually, chooses to make it bigger. scar would love to see them fuck and milk each other... he'd love to see mumbo get bred.
when did mumbo start getting special attention like that?
does scar like like him? as in, like him more than just another of his pretty, prize-winning cows?
of course scar is affectionate with all the livestock, but the way he talks to and treats mumbo seems like more. like he'd be disappointed if mumbo took his earnings and left.
so... he's not gonna do that! he's going to enjoy the life of luxury and let scar do whatever he wants forever 😌 bless
Ok gonna do things to mumbo now. Come to the brain space with meee ❤️❤️❤️
Imagine a world where most things are normal EXCEPT a disease wiped out all cattle some decades ago and instead of, like, wholesale swapping to plant milks, people decided the best course of action would be to create a potion that turns people into hucows. Hold my hand and imagine this world with me thanks.
People can sign up for it, and there are different levels to it. It's paid- or otherwise compensated- work, with contracts and ways of leaving if things don't work out.
There's also different levels to it. Purely bodily transformation while keeping the mind perfectly in tact. Transformation only for the breasts (to produce milk) without additional cow features. Then various levels of mental transformation.
Uh, obviously this is a job mostly taken by horny people who have a kink for it. People who just need the money usually go for the breast-only transformation. It's said that the full physical and mental transformation makes harvesting the milk more efficient, but it isn't necessary.
Anyway! Mumbo! He's just a sweet guy. Just turned thirty. Works some boring office job. But he's always had a rather embarrassing dream.
Ever since he learnt about hucows and the milk production industry, he's wanted to be one. The way farmers talk about their livestock made him feel fuzzy inside as a kid, and gets him hard as an adult. The utter dehumanisation and dumbification and transformation of it all!
But he's always been too nervous to go through with it. Too self conscious and worried that he won't like it.
Until he meets Scar and Grian. He's in a bar at some work event he doesn't want to be at, when Scar rolls up to the counter, grabbing himself a drink. Grian's with him, wearing something small and tight.
When Scar catches Mumbo looking (because these are two handsome guys and he's intrigued) he introduces himself. Pretty soon they get onto the topic of work, since that's why Mumbos there, and Scar says he's a farmer. A dairy farmer.
Grian's a farmhand, but he also takes work as cattle occasionally. Mumbo knows the potion transformation is reversible, and most people do take breaks, but to see someone so openly admit it- oh, he feels rather faint all of a sudden.
They exchange numbers for no particular reason (Scar gives him a look) and from then on, Mumbo is basically screwed.
He does talk to Scar before quitting his job and changing his course in life. It's not just an instant thing. There are specifics they need to work out.
Mumbo starts on a trial period. He is pretty sure he wants to be a cow, something he says very quietly with a lot of stuttering as Scar smirks at him, but he doesn't want to get stuck doing something he hates. Especially with the mental effects.
Once he does gain the courage to quit his job, he goes straight to Scar with a suitcase of his only meaningful belongings and a deep desire to prove himself as a good cow. There's a lot of paperwork he has to sign- basically promising not to do a lawsuit if he doesn't like his experience- and then he gets to discuss specifics.
For his first time, he wants what most would call a pretty intense experience. He wants tits. He wants a milking machine. He wants intelligence loss. Lack of autonomy. A cute tail. Horns...
The only thing he stays away from is changes to his dick. For now.
The trial period is three days. Scar says he'll be turned back and they can talk about compensation as well as if Mumbo wants to keep going. He's assured that even if he wanted to be a full time cow, he would be pulled out of any altered mental space every month for a check-in.
Just thinking about going a month without being considered a person makes Mumbo feel quite dizzy.
When he takes the potion, he expects the effects to be immediate. Scar laughs at his disappointed face and says it'll be slow, but he can settle in to his new temporary home in the barn if he likes. Mumbo just nods and follows along.
The barn is full of segmented stalls. Each has a cow inside, some hooked up to milkers, some resting, some pounded by fucking machines. Mumbo thinks he spots Grian in one of the stalls, mooing out a debauched moan, but once he's placed inside his hay-lined box, he can't see anyone at all.
He can hear them, though. It's... not unpleasant.
His body starts to tingle about thirty minutes later. He feels his chest start to grow, thighs thickening up as well. It becomes easier to rub his cock between his thighs as they expand, and a pleasurable tingling above his ass tells him he's growing a cute tail.
His ears grow into floppy bovine features. His skull sprouts curved horns. Patches of fur cover his ears, shoulders, belly, and thighs. But most importantly, his tits grow and grow until they're too big to fit in his hands.
Oh, yeah, he's been touching himself. He didn't even realise. Groping his own tits like a whore as they get big and start leaking milk.
Then the mental changes start. He can sense it, and it's kind of scary at first. In a good way. Forgetting where he is or what he's doing is pretty weird, until he remembers he's a good cow who only needs to think about getting fucked and milked. Then he's fine. Happy. Stupid. Being stupid is good. Getting milked is good.
Scar returns to find him humping the ground, too stupid to jerk off. Lovingly, gently, he attaches some nice fitted milkers to Mumbo's tits, and they start pumping straight away.
Then he's left to it. Left to produce as much milk as possible, cock drooling but unable to figure out how to cum. Mooing like the stupid cow slut he is...
He's fed, given water, allowed to use the bathroom, and given time to sleep, but Mumbo doesn't really remember those bits. They're boring. Except maybe the eating. That's fun. Just a tube of something shoved down his throat and a weird nutrient sludge pumped in. Yeah, he could get used to that actually.
Three days go by like nothing. When Mumbo is brought back up and his body changes back to normal, he feels like it's a huge loss. Immediately, he wants to go back.
But there are legal things to discuss, he supposes. Even if he'd rather be too stupid to understand that.
He's always been too smart for his own good. Always thinking too much. Giving himself a headache and stressing himself out. It was so nice to just be a dumb little cow. To have one job and do it so well.
Scar outlines his options. He can take payment now and leave, or he can stay and continue as a cow.
Mumbo thinks that's an obvious choice.
Besides, if he ever wants to stop, or eventually gets too old, or whatever... all the money he's earned is saved in an account Scar cannot access. It'll be his one day, no matter what. So there's basically no risk.
Then there's more options. Does he want full transformation again? Mental and physical? Does he like the barn bedding or would he prefer a real bed- there are other stalls with more human-catered facilities.
Yes, he wants full transformation. No, he's happy with the barn. It's noisy and hot and the hay makes him feel like a proper cow.
Does he want any changes to the transformation? Other anatomy, for example?
He would like a new hole- a cunt. Not like he's gonna use his cock anyway. He's not a bull.
Gosh, since when did he get so confident? As he realises what he's been saying, flush growing on his face, Mumbo notices Scar's very cocky smirk. And only gets more flustered.
Okay, so, he wants a pussy. Does he want a fucking machine? A feeding machine? They won't be active 24/7, they'll be on a timer like the milkers. Obviously.
Yes... Yes, he would like those things. Especially the feeding tube. Getting pumped full of whatever that stuff is was hot.
Scar informs Mumbo that the nutrient slurry they put in the feed will give him all his essential vitamins and nutrients... as well as fatten him up like a true prized cow. He rakes his eyes over Mumbo's skinny form as he says this, absolutely drinking in the dumbstruck expression on the man's face.
Quietly, Mumbo clears his throat, and agrees.
Next: does he want farmhands and Scar to fuck him? Since he won't have the mind to consent later, he needs to give a yes or no now. Or wait a month until they talk again.
It would be hot. Just getting used because he's not a person and his body doesn't belong to him. It belongs to farmer Scar. Who loves all his cattle.
Yeah, yeah. He agrees. Agrees to getting fucked by fellow cows and bulls, too.
So, last thing. Does he want a womb? Carrying a calf is another matter of course, since that would be a human baby and most people don't want to deal with that, but some cows want a womb for the authenticity of it all. He would be infertile. But probably gain a breeding kink.
Mumbo is absolutely rock hard when he says yes one final time. Then it's a matter of signing more contracts, drinking another potion, and telling Scar he's looking forward to speaking with him in another month.
His room and food are paid for. His life is about to be as luxurious as anything. All the thoughts are going to drain from his silly mind... and he gets to try out a fun new hole.
For a whole month, he's going to be fucked, milked, bred, fattened up, and devoid of thoughts more complex than 'milking good' and 'pussy wet' and 'hungry'. A completely docile, useful cow providing only the finest milk for proper people to enjoy.
All from the comfort of his new home- in the barn. The scratchy hay as comfortable as any bed.
Terrible news for my wallet: red velvet muffins back in stock at the local Lidl. But! GREAT news for the G.eminitay in my head, who I'm now going to saddle with an addiction to these delicious fucking things because red velvet + white chocolate filling = it looks like the Nether. And Gemmy needs a little treat or six to get her through the ordeal (self-inflicted) of taking on the netherhub this season.
Aaaand maybe W.els is a bit of a baker (nothing to do with his build theme, I just think their interactions are cute) and is always happy for G.em to stop by for a chat. He knows a thing or two about the grind of making pretty infrastructure for the server, and he'll gladly offer tea and snacks while G.em brainstorms colour palettes or just takes a break.
C.onvex in vex form should be the size of the actual mob, so when they go on a carnivorous rampage they can look like my prev rebloggermelon afterwards... Tiny airborne humanoid creatures drifting around barely able to fly weighed down by a belly several times thheir size hghshfhfh. AND it's swaying and sloshing from their movements.
They could just turn back into player size and that amount of food wouldn't even be visible but they don't wannaaaa, they're freaks like that 🥰
Will add transcript later (if i don't someone bully me) but ougjghfbfb this clip from the start of T.ango's Taunting Warden's stream...
Hate that the conversation got cut short when he went in to smack S.kizz with the spear at that exact moment. I wanna know what zupa toscana & pecan pie did to your stomach! Was it loud was it painful were you bloated were you full of cheese and had no idea what day it was (iconic T.ango tweet, i'm always saying this). Come on, stop spitroasting S.kizz and spill! I.mpulse clearly wanted to know too, since he was asking the question
I.mpulse makes me so fucking sad in this clip btw. What do you mean a couple of leftover xmas Toblerone was enough sugar to mess you up for a few days. What do you mean you "don't really eat sugar anymore"? I mean I know what he means but I HATE it, you know? 🥲
Ohhh do y'all think I.mpy's living vicariously through T.ango. Drinking in every story about holiday feasts, wanting to know every detail of the menu, wishing he could eat like that and hating himself for still being such a glutton or whatever immediately after, feeling so stupid goddamn strong and brave for resisting temptation and being so healthy... AAAAGH. AWFUL.
There is potential in here for a highly fucked up & poorly negotiated feedist dynamic with skinny (his current appearance basically) feeder I.mpulse, who's doing it as a fucking willpower test for himself because he wants to watch someone eat massive amounts of food & imagine it's him. Also he'd get a bit too into the degradation aspects bc he's projecting his issues onto his partner here. Not sure who the feedee(s) would be but my heart says G.rian for maximal double internalised fatphobia crisis hours 😊
Will add transcript later (if i don't someone bully me) but ougjghfbfb this clip from the start of T.ango's Taunting Warden's stream...
Hate that the conversation got cut short when he went in to smack S.kizz with the spear at that exact moment. I wanna know what zupa toscana & pecan pie did to your stomach! Was it loud was it painful were you bloated were you full of cheese and had no idea what day it was (iconic T.ango tweet, i'm always saying this). Come on, stop spitroasting S.kizz and spill! I.mpulse clearly wanted to know too, since he was asking the question
he would literally be so so so cute as a pretty cow hybrid... 🤤 everyone treating him sooo niceys and giving him lots of food to graze on through the day so he gets nice and fat. making sure to let him get his exercise in too! don't wanna ruin that nice muscle structure of course. he would make so many beautiful cuts of meat...
maybe he would try to convince people he's a milk cow, showing off his pretty tits, but they don't actually produce milk.. he's so silly, trying to avoid what he's designed for! hehe
Ren hears Martyn’s petite now and howls sadly and sobs into a pillow
ren's like "shit i need drastic measures" and forces himself to goon to feederism and weight gain porn for 12 hours straight to prepare himself to do what he must
