weird kink sideblog

20+ / he/him / stuffing, vore, general tummy liking / dni if under 18 please, this is a horny acc

[justonemorebite]

i just love it when boys don’t realize how much they’ve really eaten.

if food is in front of them, it naturally gets shoved past their greedy, hungry lips. they reach for the pizza box only to discover there are no slices left; you ate the whole thing, hon, didn’t you know?

that’s okay. you don’t need to think anymore. let me get you something sweet for dessert.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Tongue baths are probably one of my top 10 favorite things in vore tbh. Being held, possibly cuddled or hugged close, with that soft, warm tongue going to town. Lapping over your face and slicking up your hair, stroking along your back and teasing your belly. It’s soothing, full of care, and may be incredibly ticklish. Even better if the pred is purring over your taste, cooing and complimenting you, giving little nuzzles. Petting that tongue back is certain to make their day. But be careful, it could eventually go all the way and send you on a trip to their stomach!

[bellyplus]

I love when clothes are stretched tight around bellies. When a cute belly has been so stuffed full that it's poking through a tight shirt. The way the shirt bunches up along the sides and is smooth in the front as it slopes over a globularly stuffed gut. They way the buttons of a too small shirt stretch and the spaces in between open up to reveal a peak of squishy belly underneath. The way the sleeves get tight around the arms and it stretches over the chest. The way it rides up when you've eaten too much...

That's the way all shirts should look

[snapskisser]

petting the inner stomach of some unnamed ambiguous pred. use your imagination id say

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

When you snuggle up at night, wrap your arm around their belly...and find it a little wider, a little firmer than expected.

Was dinner a little bigger than usual? Did they sneak some cookies and milk before bed? A few pints over video games, or the show? Maybe it's real weight, and time to check in. Maybe they got carried away just drinking water before bed, post-snack thirst hitting them hard. Maybe they did it deliberately. Maybe they knew you'd like it.

The result is the same. You pull in closer, rub slower. You can't resist a taste of them. You need to investigate every inch of them, show them where they are bigger, how they fit different. You rock a little, squirm a bit. You both know where this is going.

[parvorus]

A pred who's friends with a group of tiny prey or one tiny prey capable of cloning themselves. The pred just lies down and has the prey climb over their body, rubbing and kneading the pred's belly and throat while the pred occassionally lazily grabs one of the prey to slurp up or just has the prey climb into their mouth by themselves, the bellyrubs slowly transferring from the outside to the inside as the prey wriggle and squirm against the pred's stomach walls.

[iensoahsaoban]

Current thoughts: character / person getting really drunk on a night out- they’ve got a belly semifull of alcohol but also have a hankering for some food. You take them to a joint, and get them a burger or two- or three, and watch them sloppily eat the stuff, getting it on their face and fingers.. their shirt and pants especially if it’s a really saucy one. They’re not really paying attention to their intake, so they kinda go overboard with stuffing themselves with the meal.

Stomach gurgles that can be heard from across the table, unashamed greasy belches in between licking whatever they got off their fingers. Their shirt riding up ever so slightly from how bloated they are, showing their flushed swollen stomach a bit. God.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Leisurely swallowing a preything, keeping them partly in your mouth just to feel them in your throat~

Letting them crawl their way out a bit, so you can feel the sensation of swallowing them again~

Sucking on them, but with a lot more throat..~

Eventually you'll swallow them completely, finally getting to feel how they travel down your esophagus fully, and curl into your gut~

From there you could start teasing them with vigorous or loving belly rubs, grabbing at them through your stomach walls, keeping them there for as long as you like~

Relishing in your stretched out tum, trying to get them to squirm against you, even if they are tired from their journey down... Maybe you'll have to simulate struggles on your own, grinding your stomach into your bed, is a sure way to feel how they press out against other organs.. your spine.. how they feel on all of your walls..♡

Could be a safe scenario.. or you just like to take all the time in the world with your meals~ really get the full experience from them~

[chonkart]

Nap nap nap

[ajaxpilled]

when somebody unbuttons their pants to fit a few more helpings and dessert in without the irritation of a tight waistband. they end up eating even more than they planned and now they’re completely stuffed and can’t rebutton them over their tummy, round and firm with its heavy meals <3

[lycanjawz]

Love the idea of a pred filling up on prey and all the prey start exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies while in the pred’s gut. The pred may know but the gurgling of their gut drowns out any moans that might escape their belly so the rest of the world is none the wiser as their prey starts fucking in their belly.

[creature-adjacent]

Carnivorous plants doin this is so funny to me

They don't wanna eat their pollinators :(

[questionablepastries]

[teal-fiend]

You didn’t mean to stare. You really didn’t.

But it’s different in person.

Photos, blurry video, never captured what it was like in reap life—the way the stomach juts out from their frame, how it moves not like fat or fullness, but from something inside, struggling.

You can hear it, too, a distant gurgling, and that alone makes your skin prickle.

And it’s them, of all people. Not a stranger, not a distant predator in a video, but your friend.

Or, well—not your close friend, but someone you know.

Someone you've had casual conversations with, who you've eaten lunch beside.

Someone who, right now, is heavier than they should be, belly taut and unmistakably full.

It's weird seeing them like this. Their midsection distorted, and they look spent. Sleepy.

You didnt fully realise what it meant when you heard they were a predator.

And the two of you were alone. You didn't know when your mutual friend would return to the house.

It was just you, this other person, and this very full belly they had.

"Okay, what?" Their voice cuts through your daze, irritated but not hostile.

They huff, crossing their arms, and the motion sends another movement through their gut.

The roundness of it is impossible to ignore, pushing against their frame like an overstuffed sack.

It must be so heavy for them.

You snap your gaze up, feeling your face burn.

"Nothing."

They raise an eyebrow. "Sure. You just zoned out, staring at my stomach for, what, a full minute?"

Your mouth is dry. You should say something, anything, but your thoughts are too tangled—shame, fascination, confusion all coiled together.

They exhale sharply.

"Look, if you're gonna freak out, do it somewhere else."

"I'm not freaking out," you say quickly, though you're not sure if it's true.

They roll their eyes, annoyed. Their belly groans, a slow, digestive churn, and your breath catches.

"Jesus," they mutter.

Their face twists slightly—annoyance, maybe a flicker of. Uncertainty? Self consciousness?

You realise, with a jolt, that they think you’re disgusted. That your staring is judgment, not—

You don’t even know what this is.

Some words come to mind however.

Facination.

Curiosity.

Attraction. Desire.

You want.

You want to see more.

Up close. You want to... hold it.

You want to know more.

But you don't know this person all that well to be doing all that. Your hands are clammy, your pulse in your throat. There’s a pain in your chest and it demands action before it crushes you completely.

You swallow hard.

"Can I—"

You falter, then force yourself to go through with it.

"Can I touch it?"

Their expression falters. First, disbelief—then skepticism.

Their arms are still crossed, shoulders tense, there's a flicker of hesitation. Doubt in your intentions.

"You—"

They stop, exhale, eyes narrowing.

"You serious?"

You nod, quickly, too quickly.

For a moment, they don’t move. Their posture is stiff, like they’re considering saying no. They don’t quite know what to do with this.

Then, with an irritated sigh, they uncross their arms and lean back, exposing the swell of their gut.

"Fine. If it shuts you up."

You step forward and reach out before you can second-guess yourself.

The bare skin. The warmth hits you, the sheer aliveness of it.

Then the firmness, stretched tight over something solid and disturbingly mobile.

Beneath your fingertips, the person inside moves. Your breath leaves you in a sharp exhale.

Your fingers press in, just slightly, and the mass beneath them stirs in response. Your friend stiffens.

"Don't push too hard," they mutter.

You barely hear them. Your pulse roars in your ears. Seeing, feeling the prey under your friends skin. Hearing the tummy growl, knowing what that means.

It does something to you.

You look up, and they're watching you now.

Cautious. Suspicious.

"...What?" they ask.

Your fingers are still resting on their belly, the warmth sinking into your palms.

The way it moves—alive and working—sends another strange shudder through you.

You murmur without thinking, almost to yourself, "It's really gurgly…"

They scoff.

"Yeah?"

You swallow.

There's a lump in your throat, and your hands feel weirdly heavy--they don't want to pull away.

Your mind is buzzing— You hesitate, then force the words out before you lose your nerve.

"Can I… um." Your voice is smaller than you expected, your pulse hammering.

"Can I put my ear to it?"

Silence.

Your friend's brows knit together, their face screwing up in open confusion.

"What?"

Your stomach knots, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"I just— I wanna hear it."

They stare at you like you've said something completely incomprehensible.

Then they glance down at their gut, like they're only now aware of its existence.

Their expression flickers—bewilderment, mild incredulity, maybe a bit of wariness.

"...i dont know"

"Oh, okay. Yeah that's fine"

You pull back.

Your ears burn. You should backpedal, say it was a joke, something to laugh off this entire conversation.

"Wait," your friend says, "youre just like, curious, right?"

you just nod, small and hesitant.

They exhale sharply, looking at you like they don’t know what to make of you.

After a long pause, they roll their eyes.

"Fine. Just—don’t be weird about it." Your breath catches.

You don’t even wait for them to change their mind—you just lean in, pressing your ear against the taut warmth of their belly.

It’s loud.

Wet, deep gurgles churn beneath their skin, layered with slow, rhythmic groans.

Something shifts, a sluggish movement beneath the surface, your breath escapes in a shudder.

There's so much noise, it's like you can hear what it's like to be inside their stomach.

And you know what the noise is for; it's the sound of them digesting the person inside.

Your friend stiffens.

"Okay."

Their voice is edged with—awkwardness? Mild alarm?

"That’s enough, I think."

You pull back reluctantly, eyes wide. Your heart is still hammering, desperation curling inside your chest.

You meet their gaze, and they just shake their head, baffled.

"Dude," they mutter.

Your face is burning. Your can still feel the warmth of their stomach against your ear. The deep, organic noises that you’d never heard so clearly before, they echo in your head.

You pull back, scrambling for words, but everything feels tangled and heavy on your tongue.

"I—" Your voice wavers, and you swallow hard.

"I’m just curious."

They raise an eyebrow.

You keep going, half-babbling, as if saying it out loud will make it make sense.

"It’s just— I’ve never seen someone this full before. Like, in real life."

You glance down at their belly, still round and impossibly taut.

"It’s… big. Way bigger than I thought a stomach could get."

Their arms crossed over their chest, but they’re listening.

"And you can see—"

Your voice drops slightly, hushed, reverent.

"You can see the shape. Like, you can tell it’s… someone. Someone is in there, curled up, I can see them."

They glance down at themselves, then back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah. I ate them."

"But doesn’t it—"

You hesitate, then press forward, unable to stop yourself.

"Doesn’t it. Um. How does it feel?"

Their expression flickers, uneasiness crossing their face.

"Uh… I mean…?"

They frown, adjusting their posture.

"I feel full."

Your eyes drop to their gut again, to the way it still moves, slow and sluggish, a body settling deeper inside.

"It just—"

You inhale sharply.

"It just seems like it’d be really satisfying. Being that full. Knowing, feeling them in there, just… just digesting."

Your friend stiffens completely.

"Okay." They hold up a hand. "What the hell."

You freeze.

"Are you, like…" They exhale sharply, shaking their head. "What are you trying to do here."

Your stomach twists, heat prickling in your cheeks.

"I’m not—"

"You're not what"

You shrink back, heart racing.

"I—"

You don’t know what to say.

"Sorry."

They stare at you for another second, then shake their head, rubbing their temple, this whole conversation has given them a headache.

"Jesus." They sigh. "I need a nap."

They huff, then push themselves up with a grunt. The motion makes their gut sway—heavy, packed, undeniably full.

You watch, transfixed, as it settles against their frame, the weight of it affecting how they stand, how they move.

They adjust their posture, rolling their shoulders, stretching, shaking off the discomfort of this interaction.

"I’m gonna go lie down," they mutter, already turning away.

The sight of them walking—belly swaying, subtly bouncing with every step... It’s mesmerising.

"Wait—" The word slips out before you can stop it.

"I’ll—I’ll go instead."

They pause, glancing over their shoulder.

"Yeah?"

You hesitate. You don’t want to go. But you should.

"I mean—" Your voice is small. "I didn’t mean to upset you."

Their expression flickers. You lower your gaze, heat crawling up your neck.

"I—I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be weird. I just… Im sorry for making it weird."

There’s a beat of silence.

Then they exhale, rubbing a hand over their gut, thinking about what you said.

"It’s whatever," they mumble, sounding tired more than anything.

"I’ve just never had someone this into it before. Thought you were freaked out at first, but nah. You’re just—" They shake their head. "I dunno. Enthusiastic."

You peek up at them, heart hammering. "Is that… bad?"

They look at you like they're trying to see through you.

"I dont know."

Another pause.

Then they shift their weight, their belly swaying with the motion, and groaning slightly.

"Ugh. I need to lie down. If you’re staying, don’t be annoying."

You nod quickly, still processing the fact that they’re not kicking you out.

"Yeah. Of course."

They sigh and plop down on the couch, stomach sloshing with the impact. Causing the prey to wriggle in a flurry as it reorients itself inside. You swallow hard.

They stretch out on the couch, adjusting until their gut is resting comfortably against their side.

A slow yawn overtakes them, their jaw stretching wide, and then—

"Urrrhhhp—"

The belch rolls out of them, deep and heavy, tired. Their gut visibly tenses with it before settling again, a lazy gurgle following in its wake.

Your heart flutters. The noise shouldn’t do anything to you.

But.

You open your mouth, maybe to say something—maybe to apologise again, maybe just to acknowledge the moment—but before you can, The pred catches you.

they crack one eye open and grumble, "Don’t say anything."

You snap your mouth shut.

They roll onto their other side, rubbing a slow hand over their belly, sighing as they relax.

"Just let me sleep."

You nod quickly, even though they can’t see it.

"Okay."

Your eyes linger on them, watching the steady rise and fall of their breath, the belly, you mostly watch the belly.

You make tea for yourself.

You stay.

You watch.

Despite it all, your friend quite quickly falls asleep, as you hear them snoring softly.

You watch their prey wriggle as they sleep, you hear a muffled voice under the stomach noises.

You're excited to see what that belly will look like in a few hours. You imagine it rounded out, getting smoother, going still.

You are happy enough with the prospect of sitting in the room with your friend as they digest their prey.

[soup4supper]

i got absolutely blasted and this is what my tummy had to say after 5 slices of pizza, volume warning ⚠️

my gut held a biblical amount of greed and i unfortunately can't say i regret it 😞 it kinda hurt at first but once the food settled, the weight in my stomach started to feel a bit euphoric 🤤 it's still gurgling, even after 20 minutes! i wish i could capture it all but my phone would crash, lol

7 minutes of nonstop belly noises!! you can really hear the process of my stomach shift into a different stage at the end, you can tell by how it gets all bubbly ^-^ 💚

minors/ageless blogs dni

[nomstellations]

Sliding down a predator's throat for the night to sleep, having the warm walls snugly churn around you through the night, and waking up reformed and refreshed to cuddle up against the plump belly you fed the night before

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

what if i went on a date with you that lasted for hours because you got a lil tipsy and started infodumping about your latest hobby or hyperfixation and I keep ordering you food and drinks to keep you talking because your face is a lil red and you’re so animated and excited and so cute and I know you must be getting full with all the extra apps I ordered but the alcohol means you either don’t notice or don’t care and at the end of this date I’m gonna take you home and have nasty, raunchy sex

[ravenousrampage]

Sleeping off a huge meal is so cute tho

character resting somewhere with a big meal in their belly (food, person, idk what have you). Digestion is an intensive process and, faced with such a task, all resources are going into tackling the contents in their stomach.

Just sleepily chugging away, glorps and gurgles from their swollen middle as it digests everything. Little shifts to get comfortable, maybe giving their stomach a pat/letting out a hiccup as they doze