I created this blog to engage with others with a kinky interest on Tumblr after being a longtime lurker. I am in my twenties. It goes without saying that if you’re under 18, my content is not for you. Only interact if you are an adult.
For those who are, it’s a pleasure to join you. I intend to read, write, and post whatever tickles my belly-brainrotted imagination 🧠
Sometimes when I hear about the specific foods someone has eaten, I imagine it inside their stomach. From the outside, their stomach looks completely normal. But I imagine the hidden turmoil within. All that food chewed up, broken down, slowly being squeezed and mashed into mush. Dissolving into a homogenous paste, a soup of chyme, smearing their stomach lining. The food is completely destroyed and annihilated in spectacular fashion. This process is unseen by all, and felt by nobody. They're just going about their day, oblivious to all of that happening inside them...
I have a vague recollection of a vore story where someone is hired to deal with an infestation of tinies and they do so by devouring them… if anyone knows who originally wrote that lmk and in the meantime I was too vorny about the concept and wrote my own version ;) enjoy
*ding dong*
Celia opened the door. “Oh hey, thank goodness you’re here! Please come in.”
The exterminator stepped inside, dressed in work pants, heavy boots, and a rather fitted white T-shirt. “Thanks very much. I’m Jane. Can you describe your problem?” She placed her tools and a folded jacket on the ground.
”It’s the attic. I haven’t seen what’s making the noise but we’ve been hearing them for weeks. Doesn’t sound like mice, exactly, just lots of footsteps and I can hear them moving things around up there.”
“Mind if I go up and check it out?” Jane’s demeanor was efficient and friendly.
“Of course. I’ll be in the dining room,” Celia replied.
Jane took her supplies and climbed the ladder to the attic. She paused to listen in the semidarkness. There it was - a scratching and the sporadic sound of tiny feet. Jane wondered if there could be a colony of tinies living up here. It happened from time to time in old houses, and these were always her favorite jobs due to the ‘special’ extermination method she employed in such cases.
Wordlessly, Jane crept further into the attic. She stepped slowly with her ears tuned for the slightest clues as to where the infestation might be. Suddenly, something scurried in front of her feet and she whipped out her flashlight, catching the creature in its blinding beam. As she suspected! A humanoid pest barely two inches tall stared, stunned, at the investigator for a split second before dashing behind a cardboard box and into the darkness. Jane grinned. Where there’s one tiny, there’s usually many.
“You guys like to build little cities, huh? It’s only a matter of time before I find yours.” Jane pressed on. Within minutes, she spotted a structure that seemed to be pieced together from scraps of wood, carpet, and paperboard. An adorable hideout. She could hear tiny voices, tapping, and rustling coming from the structure. Was it possible that she made it here before the lone tiny returned to sound the alarm of a giant in the attic? All was calm.
Until.. grrbll… Jane’s stomach growled. ~Oh shit,~ she thought, clenching the muscles of her midsection to try to stifle the hungry sound. ~Almost. Not yet.~ She had had very little breakfast this morning, hoping for a case of tinies on the job, but it wouldn’t do to ruin the element of surprise now. She removed a bottle of ground glass from her toolkit and began to use it to trace a perimeter around the tinies’ hideout. Success.
Done sneaking, Jane switched on the flashlight and aimed it directly at the tinies’ building. She pulled off the cardboard roof, revealing three tinies huddled in the upper level. “Hey there. I’ve been sent to clear you guys out. Guess I’d better not waste any time.” She grabbed the three little creatures in one swoop and dropped them into a bucket. She tore the next level down, catching four more tinies in the process.
By this time, the little pests knew they were in danger. They came streaming out of the structure, chased by Jane’s flashlight beam, only to be met by a thick, uncrossable line of glass shards surrounding the complex. Jane sat down and began deftly grabbing tinies left and right, depositing them in the bucket. One little guy tried punching and kicking her fingers, but the professional exterminator was not fazed. “Oh hon. The bucket is just a middleman. We can skip that step,” she smirked. She raised the tiny high and dropped him into her open mouth. Her senses instantly came alive with his savory taste and her stomach gurgled audibly again, as if excited. She pushed the tiny left and right in her mouth for a moment, then swallowed him whole. She closed her eyes - the first tiny of a batch is always bliss. The wriggling sensation in her esophagus subsided and she knew she was ready for more.
As the tiny pests began to scurry around her with increased terror, Jane plucked them one by one from the floor and sent them to join the first one. Each alive, each squirming furiously. With no one around to judge her, she made a show of swallowing, even tracing the bulge in her throat as each tiny descended. They all tasted so delicious, and after being hungry all morning, the sensation of finally filling her belly with warm, wiggly prey was beyond compare.
After clearing the hideout and the floor of the tiny pests, Jane overturned boxes and pieces of debris, gulping down the remaining stragglers who tried to hide. Only then did she begin to slow down the feast, noticing that she was beyond satisfied. She knelt and sat back on her heels to look around. A pocket of gas from her enthusiastic eating rose in her throat - BuURP! Jane thought she could almost hear tiny voices crying out from below. Not that it impacted her. She was doing her job and getting a good meal at the same time, something she took great pleasure in.
She lay a hand on the small swell of her upper belly and perceived a fluttering sensation. Whether it was her meal struggling or just the muscles of her stomach starting to do their job, she wasn’t sure. That’s when she remembered the bucket. She brought it to her lap and looked inside - there were still nearly a dozen tinies standing around on the bottom.
“Hey, I recognize you, little guy.” It was the tiny scout that Jane first encountered, staring up at her. The tinies scrambled to avoid her fingers as she reached inside the bucket for him. “Or do I? You’re all pretty small. It’s hard to tell. One thing I do know: you’re perfectly bite-sized.” She squinted at the tiny scout one more time before placing him on her tongue and drawing him inside her mouth. “Mmm…”
*gulp*
Jane slowly handpicked and ate a few more tinies while those remaining in the bucket watched in terror. She was getting pretty full now, and her belly was bloated enough to press into the side of the bucket on her lap.
~I should save a convincing amount to show the homeowner exactly who was living in her attic,~ Jane thought. She huffed as she stood, feeling the hefty weight of the former attic inhabitants filling out her gut. She put on her bulky workman’s jacket and zipped it halfway, hoping to hide how stuffed she was, and descended the ladder, bucket in hand.
“Ah, you’re back. Did you find anything?” Celia looked up from the table where she was completing a puzzle.
“I found something all right. A small colony of tinies, look.” Jane gestured to the bucket. “The good news is that they do relatively little damage, so there’s nothing to repair. Just thought I’d get ‘em out so you can have silence in your home again.”
“That’s amazing news. Are you sure you got them all?”
“I’m confident. And if there are any stragglers, they usually leave the house if most of the- *hiccup* - sorry, if most of the colony is removed.” Jane stifled a stuffed burp.
“Well, I really can’t thank you enough,” Celia paused. The way Jane looked in those sturdy work pants and her straightforward yet polite demeanor hadn’t left her mind in the last hour. “Could I interest you in a coffee or something before you go?”
~Goddamnit~ Jane mused. Celia was cute, and under different circumstances, she might stay. But her churning stomach, the bulge concealed by the jacket, reminded her of reality. She looked at Celia, “I have another job after this one, so I’ve gotta go. I hope you’ll call us for any of your future extermination needs.” She winked. ~That was pathetic,~ she berated herself mentally as Celia showed her to the door. Oh, well.
Shutting the door of the company truck, Jane was finally free to let out a huge sigh. She unzipped the jacket and looked down. Her white T-shirt clung to her now noticeably rounded middle. She rubbed her belly affectionately and quickly drove away, finding a nearby deserted park for a bit of privacy. “I am not one to let a job go unfinished,” she announced to the bucket of tinies in the passenger seat, “Six left. See how full I am already?” Ignoring their reactions, she poked a finger at her firm upper belly. She reclined the car seat, and as she did so, the T-shirt became untucked from her pants and rose a few inches.
With one hand, Jane rubbed her stuffed middle, grasping a tiny from the bucket with the other. Leaning back in the seat, she lazily brought it to her mouth, sucked on it slowly, and swallowed. She tried swallowing the next two together in one and found it more difficult. She gulped heartily several times to force the large mouthful down. She could feel the exact moment they arrived in her stomach, and the organ responded with a desperate churn. “Mmmm…” Jane determinedly swallowed one more tiny, then another, until only one remained. She placed him in her belly button, holding him fast with two fingers.
“The whole colony… inside me. Inside my stomach. I can’t believe it. I can barely breathe,” she said. When the tiny didn’t respond, she continued, “This is the best part of my job sometimes, you know? I feel I get to play a role as a predator. Eating up smaller beings… and no one questions me. I just get the job done.” Her stomach gurgled audibly. “Time to finish the job.” Tilting her head back, the exterminator deposited the final tiny pest in her mouth and swallowed him in a smooth motion. She looked down and held her bloated belly between both hands. “Time for a long, long nap.”
being asexual with an fetish is an undeniably funny experience. yes i am very horny. no, not for sex. don't be ridiculous. im horny for eating lots of delicious fresh baked goods
Took me some time to realize how lucky I am to have a belly kink. Like, just think about it - tummy is such a vulnerable part of a body, there are sooo many ways to upset and make one's tummy noisy - and it happens to all of us people... Every time you overate and your tummy gets gassy - remember that people who would find it extremely hot actually exist. And that's awesome.
Oh yes and due to this kink being a very niche and uncommon one, there is literally nothing socially unacceptable in loving tummies (just be an adult, that's all) . Nice, right?
Never thought about it like this… but I think I want to adopt this perspective! I’m on a journey right now of viewing my kink as something remotely okay since I still deal with a lot of shame and repression. Tummies are lovely and intimate <3
Belly stuffing audio titles on YouTube be like “the CRAZIEST most INSANE MIND-BENDING stomach sounds that’ll fucking KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF (keep them on!!!) and POSSIBLY ALTER YOUR STATE OF MIND like I literally ALMOST DIED (not clickbait) (gone wrong)” and then the video is a black screen with 3 minutes of a fan running and occasional noises. And maybe two comments from faceless accounts asking if the poster has kik. Or if they’re a girl (very important)
