[cuteboytummies]

so this is my new tumblr blog i made just for kink things and i love allllll things to do with tummies and omo (esp on the more extreme side) so hopefully we can have lots of fun here <333

this is a new blog and so i’m following a lot of people to find the things i like - if i follow you and i violate your dni in some way, don’t hesitate to block me, no hard feelings

i love getting asks n making friends but pls keep it to fictional scenarios and fandom stuff, i am not looking for any irl things

you can send me asks about little ideas you have and i might just write a snippet on it, or you can just send one saying you loved a particular post i wrote. <3

i’ll post a proper “who am i and what do i like” post when i have followers lmao

the tag #boycore is abt my fave (18+) character that i cant post about by name lmao

i try to tag liberally, both so people find things on my blog, and so people can filter out the things i don’t want to see. please feel free to send me an ask if you would like me to be sure to tag something in the future, or add a tag to a post already on my blog!

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

I wanna see hot boys stuffed and burping and touching themselves PLEASE AND THANKS

[pudgybun]

Whenever I'm someone's feeder/mentor I feel SO passionate about making sure they're rubbing their belly as often as possible... you have got to get your hands all over that thang!!! Sensory pleasure conditioning and making it sensitive and being aware of every little increase in size is the best motivator for growing a massive gut in my opinion 👀

[bigshirt]

*stuffed, stifled burps, visibly bloated* you gonna finish that?

[fatlesbianjoyer]

in love with the facial expressions of gluttony. when they eat so much their eyes glaze over and their mouth hangs open, unable to breathe without panting; when their head falls back, brow pinched, as the amount they’ve eaten catches up to them; when their tongue hangs out, just a little, their eyes rolling with relief as they release a massive belch

[would-you-like-some-soup]

eating until you're full then purposely deciding to go for more is so slutty btw

[two-birds-and-a-bush]

you guys ever think about people in the past having piss kinks? did Friedrich the 18th-century tailor ever end up with a really awkward boner when his friend Hans had to piss really badly on a long carriage ride and only just made it to the outhouse? did he jerk off about it that night imagining Hans not making it and wetting his pants in the carriage? did he hold his pee on purpose the next day because it just made him feel so squirmy inside in a way nothing else ever quite did? idk I just really enjoy the knowledge that people have always been people and that includes depraved kink shit

[two-birds-and-a-bush]

#having worked in archives for 19th century stuff can confirm ppl have always had piss kinks

@omoghouls you can't just SAY that and not elaborate hello???

[omoghouls]

Ivyccuvgvhhv xD

Basically we had these old letters/correspondences between two politicians from the 1880s and one was from a big city and had visited the village of the other politician and in his letter he wrote in like wildly detailed paragraphs about how badly he had needed to pee while in the carriage and how difficult it was to find a "proper" toilet once he did get into the village

And the other dude replied basically teasing him in that polite and political way somehow making it about policies??

Also SO many random drawings of women pissing in their dresses or having their maids help them pee😭 Especially bc/ I guess one priest here had chruch sermons for 5 hours each Sunday so that made for a lot of piss jokes/remarks

[jijis-palace]

computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.

[tummywrites]

I wanna knock him up. I wanna get him pregnant. I wanna see him moan and whine and writhe and cry all over my strap-on. I wanna watch his dick leak helplessly onto his belly while I pound into him, filling him up in every possible way. I wanna watch his pretty eyes go crossed and his soft lips part as he grunts and sobs my name, and I wanna put my hand on his lower belly so I can feel myself moving in and out, in and out, making him mine, my sweet, swollen pretty boy. I wanna watch him walk around with an overly round belly, one that he has to constantly touch and rub in an almost unconscious manner, a belly that prevents him from wearing his normal clothes and forces him to switch into a whole new wardrobe. everywhere we go, eyes are drawn to his round belly. they'll ask to touch and then congratulate him for the child growing in him. I want him to look in the mirror while we're both standing there, holding his belly in our arms, and for him to tell me: "you did this to me."

but since I have no dick and he has no womb, my only choice is to push extra food onto his plate, order him double what he asks for in the drive through, insist on getting him the largest size in every drink he has, always offer up dozens of donuts, trays of cookies and brownies, and tins of cake anytime he wants. rather than watch him swell up on my seed, I can tilt that coke bottle back to his mouth when he thinks he's finished, and watch that gut bloat up in front of me as he guzzles down a whole 2-liter, mindlessly shoveling fries and pizza and burgers into his mouth. and then when his clothes have gotten too tight from all his unabashed gluttony, and when we go out in public and our friends and family stare in shock at the protruding belly he's grown, we'll stand there in front of the mirror while I rub his stuffed gut from behind, and he'll whine:

"you did this to me."

[hold-it-a-little-longer]

good pets pee when they're allowed to. that means until you're told you can go, you better hold that in. no leaks or dribbles. oh, i know you're so full and your bladder is aching so much. that pressure must be unbearable but you want to be a good pet, don't you? give yourself a little tummy massage. maybe it'll easy some of that ache. you can hold in. you're a good pet. you'll get to let go when you're allowed to. don't think about that relief for now. keep holding for just a few more minutes. keep massaging that tummy of yours~

[nothingbutflowerz]

im so. fuckijg horny i cant stand it i just want to be called a good doggie and told to hold my piss till im allowed to go

wanna get all full and needy, whining and squirming, begging to be allowed to go just to be told i better hold it, doggie doesnt get to go yet, i dont deserve it..

wanna have someone open my mouth and put a bottle up to my lips, forcing me to take sip after sip while i feel myself physically get fuller, the pressure getting worse, waistband getting tighter..wanna try to move away only to pulled back down by my leash and told to shut up, that they can tell i love it cause my tails wagging.....hh im so. fucking needy godd

[dommesecrets-deactivated2024120]

boys look so good when they’re “just a little” bloated and their tummy is looking a bit extra round and swollen and they rub the lower part of it and sigh or groan… yeah boys look so good like that 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[wereknightpreg]

Too tired to write... Big sexy man round belly... Reblog...

[cuteboytummies]

hiiiiiiiiiiii

I haven’t disappeared but swapping between main and this blog is annoying

[crustaceannn-defunct]

All my omo followers if you haven't listened to this pod yet you are missing out

The way both of the are whimpering and moaning and you can hear them masturbating the whole time it is so insanely hot likee

I genuinely think this is the best piece of omo content I have ever listened to like holy fuck

[tinytummee]

You knew I was nervous. I told you that we should be careful, it’s too risky any other way. Too dangerous, too irresponsible. But it was also too exciting, too enticing…it was all too easy for you to convince me. We were just giving into instinct, after all. I can’t deny that I wanted it too.

I tried telling myself afterwards, it was just one time. There’s no way it could happen, if it was just one night. But little did I know, the damage had already been done. You filled my unprotected little belly, and now your seed is taking root inside of me. I deny it in my mind for as long as possible.

As my tummy starts to swell, I do my best to hide it. Baggy shirts and hoodies do a decent enough job at covering my vulnerable bump. But I’m left with the knowledge that it can’t be a secret forever. People will know that I let my lust get the better of me. That I let someone claim me in such a permanent way. That someone being you, you’re the one who spilled into my tummy until it was bloated. And now I’m bulging with the consequence.

[tinytummee]

Story under the cut - a bit longer than usual, and slightly more forward 🙊

You sir, are dangerous.

I first realized this during dinner, when you kept piling on more to my plate. You were urging me to eat, telling me that I shouldn’t waste food, that I need to eat to keep my strength up. You eventually picked up the fork and held it to my lips, telling me open up for you. Between shaky breaths and nervous glances, I obeyed.

The second time I noticed the danger in you was afterwards, when we were on the sofa. Your warm hands lingered on my round belly, holding it almost possessively. I whined that my tummy was too full, it hurt so much - in reply you started to rub it. You were gentle, at first…slow circles around the dome of my stomach, my softness following the movement of your palm. However, gradually you became a bit more rough - your hands would press just a bit more firmly, your fingertips would poke and prod at my heavy lower tummy, and you’d lift my little bump in your hands and squeeze it between your fingers. All to hear me whimper, to watch me squirm, to taste my pouty tears as you kissed me. You wanted to make my vulnerable little belly swollen and sick.

But your dangerous actions didn’t stop there. Because while you were playing with my tummy, you were also peppering kisses along my neck. Your hands would rise to play with my chest, and fall to brush against more intimate places. Once you were on top of me, pressed against me and squeezing my poor unsettled tummy against your own stomach - I saw your eyes. The hunger in them, the want, the need. It made me melt, and it was all too easy for you take me that night - completely bare.

So now I’m looking in the mirror, lifting my shirt to observe my heavy tummy. It’s grown to be about as round as it had been after you fed me - and I know the reason why. I can’t deny it anymore. You really meant it when you said you wanted to fill me; you’ve now done that in every way possible.

It’s my own fault. I knew you were dangerous…but you were also terribly irresistible. So now I’m bulging with your baby sitting on my hips, heavy and uncomfortable. All I want right now is to feel your warm hands on my tummy again - whether they’re gentle or not.