This is a belly kink blog. No minors. If you have no age listed in your bio or pinned post, you will be blocked.
Block policy will be fully explained at the bottom of this post.
You can call me Ex, until or unless I change my url. They/them. This blog primarily runs on a queue.
What I'm into (no particular order):
stuffing (food or liquid)
inflation (air or liquid)
burping (in relation to stuffing)
piss (in relation to liquid stuffing, holding, desperation, accidents, etc. no touching or consumption)
nausea/vomit (in relation to stuffing. no photos/videos, touching, or consumption)
scat (in relation to stuffing, holding, desperation, accidents, etc. no photos/video/audio, touching, or consumption)
digestion/indigestion that does not fit into the above categories
weight gain (as a consequence of stuffing)
feedism
I'm mostly a fan of realism/people's real stories, but a little exaggeration/unrealistic kink indulgence can sometimes be up my alley.
What I'm neutral on (no particular order):
weight gain generally
vore
farting
furries
slob
diapers (as directly related to piss/scat, used by adults acting like adults)
power dynamics (in relation to something i'm into)
petplay (as a specific type of power dynamic)
These all have overlap with my main kinks, so it is possible to see any of the kinks above on my blog, whether it's something I'm into or neutral on. Kinks are tagged!
Additionally, nudity is tagged, and anything directly involving sex (including but not limited to masturbation and sex) is tagged as "arousal". I also tag phrasing like calling someone a "cow" or "pig" as "animal play".
What I'm NOT into (no particular order):
pregnancy
intox
hypno
daddy kink
ageplay
rpf
hucow/pigplay and similar
You will not find this content on this blog.
Block policy: I will block whoever I want, whenever I want, for any reason I want, and without explanation. I will not be going through my blocked blogs list to consider giving people "second chances".
I recommend that the following people do not interact, because I will likely block on sight: ageless blogs and minors, pro-ed blogs, and bigots.
I will also be blocking original posters of AI generated "art" or writing. If for some reason I have ended up reblogging AI-created content, please let me know so I can delete it from my blog and block the OP. I will also be blocking prolific reposters of stolen/uncredited content, especially including creepshots and other content not intended for kink.
So full that if I even try to lay on my back I go light-headed and feel awful. 3 litres of shakes, along with the 4 burgers 4 large fries and 10 nuggets, and some mandarins to be healthy lol. Gonna have to tidy the house in a little while, and I can barely move. I am so desperate for some belly rubs right now
4 burgers, 4 large fries, 10 nuggets, and a large shake stuffed into my gut in 30 minutes. Saving my other drinks for later, when I have my 2 servings of pasta and 2 servings of soup for dinner 😇
It’s almost time for August Adipose! It’s a fun little challenge I do every year, where I draw a fat character every day based on a little title prompt. If you want, I’d love for you to join me. It’s a great way to celebrate fat liberation month, too! If you do, give me a tag, I’d love to see and share.
when the burps are uncontrollable, rumbling out one after another, and there’s barely enough time to catch a breath between each one but they can’t because they’re too busy whining and moaning and squirming >>>>>>>>>>>>
The first time Leanna ate until she vomited, it was an accident. There had been a party, and the manor chef was in fine form, and she had dodged social interaction by stuffing food into her mouth...until some of it had come spilling back out. The reaction of her peers had been a mix of sympathy and clear disgust. As Leanna was led away, gagging, she fixed those faces in her mind - the reaction, the horror and kindness, and the eyes on her.
The second time she ate herself sick was to frighten a young man who had been too aggressive in his courtship, constantly touching and squeezing. She had gorged herself on wine and cake and then vomited all down the front of his suit, just as he had leaned in for a kiss. Really, it was his fault for spinning her around so much in the dance.
She had retired in supposed shame, but once alone she touched herself, feeling her belly churn and remembering the shock on his face.
Each time she vomited, a part of the pleasure was reaction- the surprise and sympathetic nausea on the faces of those observing her. Certainly she had her pleasure unobserved as well, but her favorite moments to recall were the ones when all eyes were on her, horrified by her shameless display.
Now, the only eyes she needed were Carolyn's.
"I want to be sick again." She told her, just after breakfast. Leanna prided herself on giving her nurse more time to fulfill her whims now- she was becoming ever so patient. Carolyn bowed.
"What would you like to eat?" She asked. Leanna gave what was becoming a common request- pastries and milk, and a quiche or pie if the kitchen could spare it. And of course, Carolyn came back with more than was anticipated.
She was always waiting for instructions, now- sitting close beside Leanna as she gorged herself, keeping her company and kissing her from time to time. Leanna was still a bit shy- she had not much experience with romance, preferring her own company and hands to those of others until recently. Embarrassingly, she felt she was not skilled at kissing. But Carolyn seemed not to mind. She was...not shy. Still subservient, as befitted her, but...
A week ago she had been walking the garden with Leanna, who had been a little in her cups and ranting about some matter that she could now barely remember. Carolyn had suddenly taken her by the arm and pulled her into a little bower and kissed her fervently, pressing her entire body against her. She had even been so bold as to pull Leanna's hand to her breasts. Leanna was left flushed and gasping, glancing around to see if anyone had seen.
"Wh-why did you risk that? Are you mad?" She'd sputtered as soon as she could speak. Carolyn had given her a small, insolent smile.
"You were unhappy, and I wanted to please you." She said, and Leanna had had no choice but to kiss her again.
Now, as she was polishing off her second bottle of milk and moaning slightly, she felt Carolyn's hands cupping the base of her belly, rubbing gently. Leanna startled.
"Are you filled, my la-Leanna?" Carolyn asked, and Leanna reddened immediately. It was absurd, the power this woman held over her body.
"I'm-uuuurp- I'm not finished. But I will be soon. Give me another piece of quiche....is that from breakfast?"
"Yes, the cooks told me it has chevre and browned onions. Did you know that oftentimes they bake an extra one for you?"
Leanna reddened further and stuffed her mouth full of quiche to avoid speaking. There was something about her eating being an open secret that made it even more exciting, shameful but thrilling. Carolyn's hands were brushing her thighs as she massaged her belly, and Leanna couldn't help gasping between bites.
By the time she felt sated, she had forgotten her shyness- she turned in Carolyn's arms and kissed her passionately, relishing the way her overfull stomach shifted. There was a long, sweet moment- her body swelled with pastries and eggs and milk, held in Carolyn's capable hands, and then those hands dropped lower...
It was the first time Leanna had been touched between her legs by a hand other than her own. She startled again, eyes jolting open, and was met with Carolyn's cool gray stare. She could drown in that steady gaze.
"Does it please you?" Carolyn asked. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice, but none in her eyes. Leanna swallowed and nodded. Nausea was creeping up the back of her throat, gathering in her belly. She pressed herself again Carolyn's hand, gasping.
"Yes....touch me...." she whimpered, and Carolyn obliged.
Leanna cried out, hips twisting, distended stomach shaking. She should have expected Carolyn to be skilled in every form of touch - hadn't she given so many massages, so much comfort? But to be touched by her in this way...
Carolyn chuckled, and the sound aroused Leanna almost as much as the fullness of her belly and the movement of her nurse's fingers.
"And does this also please you?" Carolyn asked, pulling up Leanna's skirt to her waist in one quick motion. Leanna was blushing furiously- she couldn't believe Carolyn was being so forward. But...she welcomed it.
And now, to her surprise and embarrassed pleasure, Carolyn was reaching under her skirt, pulling her bloomers down...she let out another little whine.
She was a sweating, panting, bedraggled mess, her hair mussed, her simple gown hiked up around her waist, whimpering and burping. Every twist and and turn and cry made her stomach twist and turn as well. The weight of it jostling and sloshing only fed her arousal.
All of the movement had to have consequences. Leanna felt her stomach shift and tried to move, but Carolyn laid a hand on her belly to keep her in place. Leanna brought up a wave of thick, viscous vomit with a loud and unladylike belch. It poured over her breasts, staining her gown and splattering onto her couch- it had seen more such abuses since Carolyn had come.
"Does my lady wish to continue?" Carolyn asked, her fingers slowing. Leanna shook her head fervently, gagging.
"I thought I told you - oh- oouuuurghhhhh-" Leanna's attempt to chide Carolyn was completely impossible. She heaved and wavered, on the edge of throwing up again. And there was Carolyn, one hand on her belly and the other between her legs, and her voice whispered incessantly in Leanna's ear.
"Of course, Leanna, my apologies. Whatever you like, as befits you. I'll clean up when you're finished."
"Cheeky-" Leanna gasped, and vomited profusely. This time, she had been trying to look at Carolyn, and dropped her chin just in time to add to the puddle of sick spilling down her front. Carolyn resumed her ministrations, even though vomit was coating her hands now, pattering onto the carpet betweeb Leanna's twisting legs. Ahhh, and she had thought touching herself while sick had been ecstasy...Carolyn's nimble fingers were almost too much to bear.
A deep heave swelled up from the base of Leanna's belly. This one- less thick, more fluid. Chunks of egg and bread floating in curdled milk spewed out of her as Carolyn massaged her emptying stomach...and between her legs. Again she vomited, her body now covered with her gluttony, eyes shut tight in pleasure. She felt a sharp, bright point of pleasure in her sex- the first time she had gotten off by another's hand! - and her eyes snapped open to meet Carolyn's. The cool, steady stare that she had come to crave. The attention she desired- no disgust, no horror, no sympathy or concern. Only steady, careful lust. Leanna tried to smile, breathless, and spewed up once more.
It took two more heaves to fully empty herself, and Carolyn didn't waver. She continued massaging and pressing her mistress's belly as she coated herself in vomit, unable to move in her state of pleasure. At last Leanna drew a shaky breath and reached up dreamily to wipe her lips.
"You're very beautiful like this." Carolyn said frankly, and Leanna forgot herself completely. With a small sigh, she flung her arms around Carolyn, almost in tears. Too late she remembered that she was covered in half digested food, her breath stank, there was bile on her tongue....and Carolyn kissed her anyway.
When they separated (after some time) Leanna was mortified to find that she was crying. Carolyn looked shocked for the first time she had known her. She reached forward hesitantly to wipe a tear from Leanna's eyes.
"Have I....done something wrong?" She asked, voice halting. Leanna shook her head again, face bright red.
"You made me very...happy." she managed in a slightly strangled tone. She could see pieces of her previous meal drying on Carolyn's plain black dress where they had been pressed together, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to please Carolyn in return, though she wasn't sure if she could. But she was also so wrung out, so tired...she curled up in Carolyn's arms, looking up into that beautiful steady gaze, and wiped her eyes.
"You made me very, very happy." She repeated, and angled her head up for a kiss. Carolyn obliged willingly.
"That's my aim, my sweet."
Leanna's heart leapt as Carolyn continued.
"Now, when you feel like you can move, I'll get you cleaned up. And then if you like, I'll put you to bed. But..." and here Carolyn hesitated, again so uncharacteristically that Leanna's heart stuttered.
"If you like I'll take you to bed with me."
Leanna's blush deepened from red to crimson. She felt her stomach flutter again, though now it was nerves.
"I would...I would have you that way." She said awkwardly.
A slow smile brightened Carolyn's face- never a true grin, always small and contained but beautiful for its rarity. She leaned forward and gave Leanna a tender kiss on her vomit-stained lips.
"Then rest, for now, and tell me when you're ready to stand. I'll take care of you, my lady. My Leanna."
And Leanna, overcome with what she feared might be love, kissed her back.
gonna keep eating even tho my belly feels so big and bloated.. i like getting to that whiny whimpery state the most 😖😩 fuck i’ve been missing this giant ball attached to me 🩷
Appreciation for feeders/encouragers who can't afford to do so but take time out of their lives to chat with feedees to help them stay motivated and nice and fat 🖤 I hope you get some great news too!
Funky Little Fantasy Food Service Creatures (I'm imagining them having tails which spit out whatever food they contain in a non-yucky manner, but if you want this to be some sort of birthing or barfing situation, you do you)
🫖 A teapot creature whose belly can be filled with tea to steep and serve. They become very uncomfortable if they're unable to pour their tea, as hot steam builds up inside their already liquid-filled belly, blowing them up until they're almost too round to move. Their spout empties them from the bottom, so unless they're turned upside down, they can't release the steam until all the tea has been served. Can also brew coffee.
🥖 A bakery creature who, when fed the right ingredients, produces dough inside their belly. The conditions inside are perfect for the dough to rise and expand, which, combined with the continuous production of dough until their body works through all the ingredients, fills them up quickly. It's important to use the dough just as quickly, or else they'll swell up uncontrollably.
🍈 A garden creature who can be fed seeds to grow fruits and vegetables inside their belly. The produce grows more quickly than it would in an ordinary garden, being ready to harvest just a day or two after "planting," but it's easy to accidentally plant too much at once, which can make it difficult to release all the food distending their belly. It's also difficult to release the produce before it's grown to full ripeness, so one must be careful to mind their limits.
🍦 A dairy creature who can be filled with cream and sugar, which their belly turns into whipped cream. It's a shaky, gurgly process, and they blow up quickly as the cream gains volume inside them, but they won't let it out until it's all done and ready to serve. This means one must be careful not to give them too much cream at once, or else their belly will begin to expand beyond its limits, trembling and rumbling all the while.
🥤 A soda creature who, so long as they're healthy, naturally and continuously produces soda in their belly. They can be fed extra ingredients to flavor it, but the soda production never stops, and if they go too long without pouring some out, their belly becomes uncomfortably bloated. And, of course, if something happens to shake them up, especially on a full belly, the effect can be disastrous.
