Commission doodle for Vex of their story! Dummy ate too many pastries and is awfully bloated, but she doesn’t seem to regret it all THAT much~
You can find the story they wrote for this HERE as well! ~ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/65065999/
6) How do I even pick?? There's so many good posts out there.... In all seriousness though, I very much enjoy when people post their tummy recordings (bonus if it's a video).
20) My OCs /j Depends on what my current interests are, honestly. I will form emotional attachments to characters then immediately proceed to give them noisy tummies. So to answer your question, currently, I'd give the honor to K//arlach from B//aldur's Gate 3 🤤
I prefer the sounds of others, but I'm definitely not opposed to sharing mine when I get the chance! One of my favorite things is hearing the subtle differences between each person's tummy noises~
If you've got a noisy tummy then you've got my attention!
18) Hottest thing that's happened to you with this kink?
Before @dragon-draws-art moved in with me she was visiting for a week. After not exactly eating much for dinner for some reason ;p She woke up very hungry. The perfect time for me to get well acquainted with her perfect pillow of a belly. After listening to her stomach throw a fit about it for nearly an hour she asked what I had to drink. The next hour was spent listening to her stomach cry out in confused anguish as it got a big glass of milk with nothing else
I was understandably in love💚 So many deep quaking rumbles as her stomach made quick work of that ice cold milk. Nothing could compare to hugging her meaty thigh and listening to her insides howling for a proper breakfast~
Favorites
1) Favorite or most formative SG moment in media?
2) Favorite cause? (Hunger, Digestion, Upset, etc.)
3) Favorite kind of sound? (Description or Onomatopoeia)
4) Favorite SG Artists?
5) Favorite SG creators for audio/video?
6) Any favorite posts? Can be art, audio, video, etc.
Do you prefer…
7) Audio, video or art?
8) Your own sounds or other's?
9) Casual or extreme scenarios?
10) Realistic or unrealistic scenarios?
11) Fictional or IRL?
Personal
12) Do you know how and when this kink started for you?
13) Do your friends know you're into this?
14) Is this kink more sexual or more comforting to you? Maybe both?
15) Kinks you enjoy in combination with SG?
16) Any other kinks you enjoy more?
17) Any SG kink turn offs?
18) Hottest thing that happened to you with this kink?
19) Do you go out of your way to make your guts noisy? (Fasting, Overstuffing, Intentionally making your stomach upset, etc.)
Bonus
20) Any character that deserves to get a SG scene?
New story, new OC. Meet Maria, a divination wizard that walks the astral planes in her sleep. Often missing meals to do so. Don't worry she always makes up for it when she wakes up.
Art by @dragon-draws-art you can see the uncensored version on her bluesky
Sky - 27 - She/They - Asexual
I draw Tummies and Hunger Kink art (NO AI) (Commissions open!) MINORS DNI 🔞
Tumblr: tumblr.com/dragon-draws
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81713796
Full story under the cut
Nestled deep within the winding halls of Donovan's castle, Maria was sleeping soundly. The shapely woman could easily be mistaken for a royal. Fair skin and ample curves combined with her still form made her look more like a marble sculpture. Fine silk sheets covered her body and clung to her bare skin; the nearly translucent fabric further accenting her shapely assets. Mounds of pillows cradled her head and surrounded her. Her long black hair was spread out like a curious octopus not content with investigating just one thing. Through the thin veil on the large poster bed the gentle rising and falling of her chest could be spotted. Comfort was a big priority for Maria, This was no ordinary sleep, it was work.
Maria was a dreamer. An understudied sec of divining magic, dreaming was an astral projection practice. She could not only cross over to another realm when she slept, but make contact with other minds. Allies, enemies, creatures not even known to the mortal plain, all were available to her. She often spent days on end with her mind and soul wandering, distant from their point of origin. Most dreamers stayed within or close to their body. Never pushing the limits, afraid of getting lost. Traveling through that realm was a skill akin to swimming. Failing to come back to yourself was more horrifying than drowning. But with a well trained mind and a tempered soul, you could swim far and travel great distances. Maria was one of those souls.
In her mental absence her physical body kept at its persistent existence. Blood surged through her veins, her lungs took in air, expanding and expelling over and over. Her heart thumped with the slow steady rhythm of a body at rest. In her core her stomach shifted and constricted. It too was still at work or rather reacting to its lack thereof. Nothing but a quivering sack of acid, It hadn't seen anything in two days. Like all the other organs it acted as though its host was present and aware. It twisted and boiled its unproductive contents, the familiar rumbles of hunger sounding off intermittently.
The strain on the body was minimal once the consciousness was fully parted. The mind was the primary tool for dreaming. The physical form acted more as a light house for the wandering mind. A clear point to return lest the mind be lost in a stormy sea. Drowning in the void was a fate worse than any physical death. It was a place not meant for human minds. To interact with the void and fully exit one's own mind was in itself an act of defiance. Still, like all light houses it needed fuel and maintenance; Maria's had been calling out for it for some time now.
Maria's breathing sped up, chest rising and falling in a more natural rhythm. Slowly she was coming back into herself. All the sensations throughout her body were returning. She felt each long breath filling her chest and leaving gracefully. The thumping of her heart as blood coursed through her veins. The touch of the silk sheets on her exposed skin. From her chest it spread outward the signals from her body flooding her mind. Then from deep in her core she felt another familiar sensation. A hollow pang jabbed through her stomach sending an alarm to her head. She winced at the sudden painful contraction and her lips pursed into a muted moan. That feeling only grew more intense as she became more aware of the empty space deep within her. Awaking faster now her mouth grew wet. Flexing her muscles her body shivered as her eyes gently fluttered open, she had fully returned. She took long deep breaths through her nose filling her chest before letting them out of her mouth. It felt good to breathe normally, to be back in a physical body.
The return trip was what took the most focus. Following your previous path, tracking your place to pass over and becoming one with your physical body again. It was easy to forget, like becoming lost in the woods. The denizens of the void did little to help with this problem. They craved human spirits and did everything in their power to misdirect and tired out daring dreamers. Maria's repeated and long winded expeditions were possible with a combination of skill and pure luck. That and the fact her body seemed so skilled at calling back out to her. She always had a deep connection with herself, being acutely aware of her needs. Not just her physical ones, but they were definitely the loudest.
The first few moments were jarring even for a woman of Maria's expertise. She laid still, slowly digging her fingers into her sheets, getting used to the feeling of touch. The weight that came with being physical was nearly overwhelming. Her thin silk sheets felt more like weighted blankets as she felt the fabric on her bare skin. This paralysis of sorts was terrifying to those less experienced. Maria felt it more akin to a night of too much wine. A slow waking where one had to take extra time to remember events and get their bearings. Her skin was slowly getting covered in goosebumps as she slowly moved her limbs in a restless writhing.
Before Maria could get any more of her bearings the hollow feeling in her guts peaked, a low rumble that resonated through her. It was a harsh reminder of just how long she had neglected to wake. With great effort she moved one shaky hand and rested it on her bare midriff. It was softer than any of the pillows around her and gave way twice as easy causing her hand to sink into it. Against her palm she felt the raging storm of thunderous hunger. The saliva continued to flow in her mouth till she was forced to swallow. Slowly it traveled downward all the while her stomach writhed in desperation. As it reached her center the organ gurgled ominously twisting up with gathering tension. Maria groaned and gripped her midriff with her other hand practically writhing in anticipation. A hollow roar exploded from her with such force it shook from her core outward through her body.
Maria gripped at her pudge and turned on her side with an unsteady effort. Curling up she put as much pressure on her stomach as possible. Her clumsy hands easily found purchase on her generous love handles hugging herself tightly. It did nothing to muffle her stomach's astounding volume and very little in the way of quelling the pangs. After the passage of that body quaking rumble Maria was left dazed. The urgent signals from her body would become more tolerable the longer she put up with it. The woman laid on her side massaging her core roughly. She needed something to quell the ache in her belly and that pounding of her head.
Sliding over to the edge of her bed Maria sat up and reached for the stein on her nightstand. Flicking up the metal top she glanced down at the crystal clear water ensuring it was how she left it. After one more breath she carefully raised it to her lips and gulped greedily. She was always so thirsty after she woke up. Water flooded into her stomach and the shocked organ quivered as the acids were rapidly diluted. She continued to drink, draining her cup completely; each gulp made a splash in the hollow cavern inside her. Again she felt the stabbing pains of hunger as a long series of gurgles emanated from her core. Clutching her midriff Maria groaned feeling the liquid contents bubbling and jostling around. No longer distracted by thirst she was even more aware of how hungry she was. Her insides clenched and she felt the water rapidly moving through her producing even more sounds. Unfortunately food still had to wait….
Maria pulled a small leather book and a quill from her nightstand drawer. Keeping a dream journal was one of her most important habits. Even an experienced dreamer could easily forget experiences on the other side. It was her top priority to get everything recorded in it; even before any biological needs. Quickly with a practiced hand she scribbled her thoughts. Places she'd been, people she spoke to or influenced. The only sound in her chamber was gentle gliding of her quill, the occasional page turn, and a near constant pleading gurgles from her core. God's she was famished, she would need to send for a servant to see what she could get to eat. Anything would do at this point.
"I should really take on an apprentice." Maria mumbled to herself, turning the idea over in her mind. Someone she could dictate her thoughts to…bring her food. Perhaps one was worth scouting for…
