This is a NSFW blog. I will post some kinky shi there. Therefore, ⚠️ minors DNI at all and don't even keep reading this post, just leave, even block me if you want ⚠️
Otherwise, welcome to my blog
(Bio below)
I'm a 21 year old grown ass man who wants to write weird stuff, mostly related to hunger. I'm especially into women getting very very hungry
I will write fantasy story stuff whenever i feel like it, i don't know yet about art stuff, and maybe just rant about my kink(s) in general
My main kinks are :
Hunger, either from fasting or eating too little it doesn't matter, as long as you're hungry. Mostly into women for that, with a preference for skinny/average w8 but i can appreciate the rest too. I also like being hungry myself even though i barely can do it yet
Skirt/dress fetish, again mostly into women. That's not much, but if you ever see me specifying such outfits in some of my fantasy stories, that's the reason
🚫 NOT into :
actual blatant 3d.
w8 gain stuff
farting or burping or stuffing urself
scat (💀)
nudes (ew). Women in underwear may be an exception
anything else i guess
Ig i will update this as time goes on but for now that's it, yeah, have a nice day 💗
the worst part about developing this kink at a young age is knowing there was so much weird shit i did related to it as a kid without realizing. like whenever i'd play with the neighbor kids i'd always make up stories revolving around characters being hungry, like suspiciously often. and now i lie awake at night going FUCK. DO THEY REMEMBER THAT
Having a hunger kink is funny for me cause sometimes I just think up a fuckin story of why a character is hungry, like im making up lore just to have an explanation for why they could get hungry more often
You get to class early, picking a seat near the back where you can clearly see the rows of chairs in front of you. They begin to fill up as the clock slowly ticks closer to 9am. It's considered an early class, mostly filled with students who couldn't register for afternoon classes in time. You're the exception to that rule, having chose an early start time so you would have an excuse for skipping breakfast.
As if on cue, your stomach twists into a knot and growls fiercely. Nobody looks at you, but you feel your cheeks flush in embarassment anyway. Just hold on a little longer, you think to yourself, she's almost here.... The gnawing behind your ribs is almost unbearable. You tap your fingers silently on your thigh and bite the inside of your cheek, wondering if you'll need to pull out your emergency diet coke when suddenly, there she is.
Your salvation waddles through the door in her size 20 light grey sweatpants. She's wearing a pink hoodie today, and you feel your stomach rumbles dissipate at the sight of her gut pressed against the fabric. It's practically hanging out at this point, you think. Forget the freshman 15, she must have gained at least 20 pounds this semester.
She struggles to manuever through the room before plopping down in a seat only two rows in front of you. It's the closest she's been this year, and you feel a rush of excitement being able to see her so close. You can see the outline of her bra straps creating soft, thick, rolls on her back. She is the perfect embodiment of overindulgence. The perfect warning... eat like her and you'll end up just as fat. You let your eyes wander to those rolls every time your stomach threatens to growl again, and soon enough, class is over.
She waits for others to get up first, no doubt to prevent her from having to squeeze past the other students rushing to pack up. You pretend to pack your own things, slowly and uselessly reorganizing your already perfectly curated pencil case. You don't have much longer before she leaves. Three... two... only one other student in class besides you and her. You turn over the idea in your head, weighing the pros and cons and arguing with yourself before finally mustering up the courage as soon as she gets up to leave. You need more. You're so close to your goal. You just need a little more.
"Hey!" Your voice is louder than you expected, and a little more shaky. She turns to look at you, and you notice how round her face has gotten. You need more.
"Uh, hey!" She smiles at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. Her double chin looks bigger when she smiles.
You smile back and try to seem casual. "Sorry, this is totally weird, but do you like pizza?" You make sure to keep your voice light and steady. She looks a little confused, so you just keep talking. "I won this giftcard for that pizza place on campus," you pull it out of your pocket, "but I'm actually vegan so... I've been trying to find someone to take it for me."
She gives a short, sudden laugh. "Oh! Yeah, totally. I love pizza! Are you sure you want to give it to me though?" You notice that she's stepped towards you despite trying to seem like she doesn't want it. There's no doubt in your mind that she wants the gift card, the pizza, the calories.
"You'd be doing me a favor," You say, knowing that to be more true than she could imagine. You've loaded that gift card up with $200, and that particular pizza spot is known to have the cheapest pizza with the largest slices in the city. The fat girl in front of you can't resist glutting herself and making herself even bigger.
"I mean... sure. Thank you!" She takes the card and you can't help but notice how chubby her fingers are. Your heart is pounding in your chest by now, and you consider sitting back down to prevent any fainting. But instead you rush through some casual small talk, eyes constantly flickering across her double chin, her fat pouty mouth, her flabby arms that can't be hidden by a sweater, and before you know it you're out the door walking briskly to your next class.
You vaguely remember bits of the conversation through a hunger induced brain fog until it strikes you- Did she give you her insta? You sit down for your next lecture and pull your knees to your chest. A tiny frame allows you to curl up even on the smallest chairs, and you wonder if the fat girls gut makes it difficult, or impossible, to do the same.
Opening her instagram gives you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, pleasantly replacing the gnawing feeling. She has posts going back years. Her waistline gets smaller as you scroll further back. How much weight has she gained in the past few years? It looks like she's doubled in size, you think. You tap the follow button with shaking fingers and save a few of her posts to a new folder. You've finally found what you need, and she didn't need any convincing to take the gift card. It's almost like she's in on your plan. She's practically begging to be your own personal fatspo to fatten up while you continue to get slimmer. Your personal sacrificial pig, eating all the calories you wouldn't dare to touch.
You smile at your phone and, for the first time in forever, admire the boney and delicate lengths of your fingers hovering over the increasingly obese girl in the photo. You can't wait to see her next post.
I think I’m gonna starve myself today 😇😇😇 come home after a 7 hr shift absolutely ravenous, fall on my bed next to my gf, she wants to hold me but then she feels this loud intense growl coming from my stomach 🫢 so excited
24 hour fast ended by my gf who stuffed me silly… she noticed I hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast because my stomach growled loudly in her ear, but she never fed me.., as I got ready to leave she wouldn’t let go of my waist, she pulled me in and pressed deep between my ribs.. I was starving at work. Dizzy, stomach screaming, hands shaky. As soon as I got home, the whole house smelled strongly of buttery potatoes and pork which caused my stomach to pang intensely, making me double over in pain. My girlfriend walks over to me,, “are you okay baby?” My stomach spoke for me. She gently kisses my forehead. “Why didn’t you eat today baby?? Oh look at you.. let’s sit you down sweet puppy” as she makes my plate she giggles at me for how intensely I’m watching her.. you can’t blame me, I hadn’t eaten in over 20 hours! I’m distracted by keeping my stomach from rumbling again when she takes a piece of food and grabs my face “open your mouth pretty girl” I’m honestly surprised because I don’t think she’s ever really done something like this. Well now my stomach is completely stuffed to the brim. She’s rubbing and kissing my belly and resting her head on it.
I’ve got *no* idea what I did aside from forget to eat lunch and have a small breakfast but every step i take is enough to shake my stomach into a growl or groan and its driving me insane at work.
Older women’s stomach growls are so fun because what do you mean you just got off work and your belly can’t wait for me to finish dinner and now you’re whining against my back while your stomach cries and begs for an early taste? But I suppose such a hard worker deserves a reward…
This is a hunger-centric/kink fic! Don't like it, please don't read it!
Minors and ageless please DNI or you will be blocked.
K//inger groaned softly, curling on his side. His stomach groaned mournfully.
"Shh...I know, I hear you..."
He rolled onto his back, pressing the heel of his palm deep into his stomach.
Grrrrwwwrrrlllggg...
"I tried, I'm sorry...you're going to have to be patient..."
His stomach responded with a sharper cramp that made him wince. He supposed he couldn't blame it for being upset.
He wasn't quite sure when his last meal had been, but based on the hollow feeling gnawing at him it had been at least three days.
The first day he hadn't noticed. Too engrossed with sorting his insect collection and reorganizing his pillow fort so the ones furthest from him didn't get too lonely.
Apart from that he had been busy with C//aine's adventures.
But today? He had woken up with a painfully angry stomach. And he had really tried his best to get it what it needed.
Breakfast had been a bust, since he'd lost track of morning and night and where one stopped and the other began.
By the time he'd made it to the kitchen, his stomach growling in anticipation, the table was void of everything. No food, no plates, no people.
He made a mental note to remember to ask the others to get him for lunch. Unfortunately, even if he had remembered – which, honestly...he knew he wouldn't. His mind wasn't as sharp as it once was – it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
Come lunchtime, they were all Olympic athletes in a swimming competition. He hadn't done too poorly, managing to come in third place behind J//ax and P//omni, though he did feel he was at an advantage being made of wood and having proper hands.
Z//ooble had been close behind. There had only been four finishers, because R//agatha had become waterlogged and sunk to the bottom, and G//angle's ribbons had gotten tangled in the movement of the water.
Either way, the extra exercise had really upset his stomach. It had been angry all day, but it seemed to become furious when all those calories were burned without replacement.
As soon as they had returned, he had curled up in his fort. Trying his best to soothe the cramped up aches with rubs as he stared at the clock. 5:30. Dinner was at 7. He would stay focused. He would make it for dinner. Otherwise he'd he in for a very uncomfortable night.
And when 7 o'clock came around, he tried. Truly, he did. He had left his fort and started towards the kitchen. But the lights had been bright and his stomach had ached and he couldn't stay focused.
Despite his best efforts and his stomach's pleas, he had wandered a full loop around the circus and back to the fort without a stop in the kitchen.
As soon as he blocked the opening with pillows, his stomach panged, hard enough he curled forward to press a palm to his stomach.
Right. That's why he had left. He glanced at the clock. 10 o'clock.
Dinner would definitely be over now.
His stomach snarled under his palm. He winced.
"I know...I know you're angry...ough, I don't blame you, that doesn't feel very nice, does it..."
He shifted to lean back against the pillows, accommodating to not pull the tight knots in his belly. It was impossible to ignore now.
His stomach ached horribly. Even the gentle movement of inhaling and exhaling made it growl with each breath.
"Easy...we'll try again tommorow..."
Grrrllllgrrr...
"I know, you don't believe me...I'm sorry...Just try and relax–"
GRRRRRLLOOOARRGGGLLE....
He winced, curling tightly to push his hand deeper against the cramps.
"Okay, okay, I know you're upset...shh..."
He curled on his side, hugging a pillow to his stomach to muffle the ravenous growls.
Tommorow. Tommorow he would make it to the kitchen.
(Neither he nor his stomach believed him.)
***
(And that's the fic! Now do I write a part 2 where you help him get some relief, or do we leave him to suffer indefinitely?)
so i moved in with my roommates recently, and with this economy… we don’t really have anything to eat all the time… so you can imagine what that entails.
im hard of hearing, so i dont exactly know how loud my stomach is… but i know its audible— kinda always have. it only recently started becoming obvious with how often i get looked at now that i have people living in my space with me.
what’s really fucking with me though? apparently my stomach makes noises… even if i can’t feel it.
There was this girl at work the other weekend; we were next to each other talking. Her belly would NOT atop grumbling. Neither of us acknowledged it at all. It was those deep rumbles too. It was constant for the hour we werre next to each other.
The most acknowledgment she did was an annoyed sigh when a big rumble came out of her and then she tried eating more sundlower seeds but... yk... that's not gonna do anything
I got so fucking horny😭 I heard a lot of stomachs growling that weekend. Including my own
The thought of someones stomach letting out an our-drawn, deep, raw, hollow groan that lasts 6 seconds is making me AHHH.
Like you can hear they have been holding it in (or at least tried to)
Ad then it just happens. Their tummy whines and complaints about the lack of food to digest. And the person is just sitting still. Blushing. Coughing at times to muffle it...But it's loud. and its so fucking clear that they are absolutely STARVING
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