you must be so full...

hello I'm Myx and I'm here to blog about achy bellies [About / Index]

[ginger-and-mint]

About This Blog

...But first, a word about me! You can call me Myx. I use she / her pronouns and I’m in my early 30s.

This is my kink writing blog, in case that wasn’t obvious. You can find all my content indexed here.

Please peruse the following info so we can all have a nice time!

What to Expect Around Here

Things I Enjoy

stuffing / overeating

stomachaches

tummy noises

belly rubs

nausea and emeto

stomach-focused sickfic and hurt / comfort

Things I’m Not Into

weight gain / fat fetishism

feedism (please refer to this post for clarification)

vore

force-feeding

unrealistically big bellies

over-focus on gas / burping (little burps indicating fullness? very cute! fixation on burping itself? not my thing)

scat / bathroom-related things

inflation / pregnancy / anything making a belly swell that isn’t food or drink

Blog Rules

Please don’t send me asks or requests pertaining to things I’m not into, as listed above.

I do not usually create or reblog anything with explicit sexual content, but in the rare case that I do, it will be clearly marked / tagged.

I do not create content for fandom characters.

I occasionally accept writing requests. You’re welcome to send me prompts outside of these request periods, but I’ll only write them if they really really inspire me!

Regarding IRL Kink Stories

You may have seen people send me stories about real-life overeating misadventures, tagged “tummy trouble asks” or “cute fiend tales.” If you want to send me one of these, please read the following guidelines first. Please don’t send me real-life stories if you are under 18 years old.

And above all else, be good to others and have fun!

[ginger-and-mint]

Grizzly

They set up their camp near the edge of the festival grounds, close enough for Julian and Maria to go back and forth. Personally, Emmett would’ve preferred to pitch the tent further away. But their little group didn’t pass through towns often these days, particularly not during harvest season, and he couldn’t deny his friends the chance to watch the villagers hold their contests and hear the storytellers perform their songs.

He couldn’t complain too much anyway. The village they’d found themselves in was located at the mouth of a great river, and as it turned out, this time of year was not so much harvest season for them as it was fishing season. He’d come back from his single trip to the festival grounds with a basdket full of bark-wrapped filets of fresh salmon, roasted on hot coals. The fish was hot and smoky and perfect, one of the most delicious things he’d ever tasted, and he was perfectly content to spend his evening lounging by the campfire, unwrapping filet after filter as he waited for his friends to return.

He ate warm, tender fish until he felt like his stomach would burst if he tried another swallow. Then he pulled his cloak around himself, leaned into the bundle of furs at his back, and closed his eyes to let himself digest.

It was Maria’s amused voice close by his ear that roused him: “You still with us, Em?”

“…Hmm?” Emmett dragged open an eye. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been drowsing, but it sure hadn’t been long enough for his belly to make much progress, as evidenced by the way his sides ached as he shifted to look at Maria. “What?”

“Just checking on ya. They’re serving up dessert over at the festival grounds. Blueberry pie.” She tilted her wooden bowl so he could see. “It’s delicious.”

“Mmm….” Normally, Emmett would have just dismissed dessert out of hand, but the firelight glinted off the syrup oozing out between the golden pastry in Maria’s bowl, and despite all the fish weighing down his insides, his mouth watered. “Looks good. Too bad I’m so stuffed with salmon I don’t think I can get up.”

Maria laughed. “Aww. Who doesn’t overdo it at festivals, though?”

“I’m not joking, Maria. I would go get pie if I could. But I literally can’t move.” To illustrate his point, he tried to sit upright, huffing a little as the pressure in his belly spiked. His cloak slipped away, revealing the way his shirt was clinging to the swell of his middle, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he stared down and fully appreciated how silly he must look.

“Damn!” Maria laughed, sounding both incredulous and a little concerned. “Okay Em, yeah, that tummy looks pretty heavy. Are you feeling okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Sitting up straight was starting to make Emmett’s stomach cramp, so he sank back into the furs with a soft sigh, resting one hand against the curve of his lower belly. “Just full.”

Maria settled onto the pile of furs next to him, snuggling up against his side. Her hand tentatively found the bulge where Emmett’s stomach was protruding beneath his ribs, and she laughed as he stifled a burp. “I’ll say. How many of those fish packets did you eat?”

“Mmm… lost count.” Emmett braced his hand against his side as another burp worked its way up, and then groaned contentedly as Maria began to rub gentle circles over the tightness of his dinner. “Fuck, that feels good, Maria… Keep doing that, please.”

“Are you two cuddling without me?” Julian’s bright voice preceded him plopping down on Emmett’s other side. “There’s pie at the cookfire, Em. I brought you some.”

“He’s full up to his ears with fish,” Maria laughed, patting Emmett’s belly.

“So he is.” Julian’s expression shifted to something both amused and deeply fond. “You must’ve been hungry.”

“Yeah. And the salmon here is just so fucking good.” Emmett groaned ruefully as he glanced down at the two bowls of pie resting on Julian’s lap. “Bet that pie’s good too.”

“Oh, it is. I would even venture to say that it’s not to be missed. If your stomach has the room, that is. ” Julian’s hand joined Maria’s on the bulge of Emmett’s belly. His fingers pressed in gently, as though to emphasize how taut it was, but at the same time, he moved one of the bowls into Emmett’s lap. “I bet you could manage a little taste.”

“Mmm. Stuffed with salmon and now being tempted with blueberries. I feel like a damn grizzly.” Emmett sighed softly, considering. The bowl of pie that Julian had placed on his leg had slipped to rest against the curve of his belly, and he was so full and sensitive there that its weight felt heavy even on the outside of him. He wasn’t sure he could fit much more in. But then again… Maria was right. Festivals were typically for overdoing it. And what better place to overdo it than here, with soft furs and a crackling fire and a loved one close on either side?

“I’m gonna have a little,” he decided. “But… mmm…” —he paused as his stomach gurgled uncertainly— “I might be kinda out of it afterwards.”

“That’s alright, Em, we got you.” Maria swept her hand up to rest just below his ribs and began rubbing gentle circles with her fingers. “You should have as much as you want.”

“Absolutely agreed.” Julian’s palm was pressed to Emmett’s taut side, warm and supportive. “Just be careful, dear. Don’t make yourself sick.”

Emmett didn’t feel sick in the slightest, which was unusual for him, considering how far past full he already was. As he put the first bite of pie in his mouth, savoring the perfect balance of tartness and sweetness and the way the tender pastry flaked between his teeth, he couldn’t help but wish that he were able to indulge himself to this point more often. Eating on such a stuffed stomach felt… intensely and viscerally good in a way that he had rarely experienced. He could feel the very edges of his body, thanks to the way each swallow pressed outwards as it squeezed down, and it was pleasurable in that same primal way he sometimes felt when he was running or riding or fighting—as though he were a wild animal, all raw natural power, bound by nothing but his body and its limits.

And then of course, there was the press of his friends’ hands over the sore stretch of his belly. It wasn’t just the relief of pressure eased, of tension gently massaged away—although that was incredibly good on its own—but also the powerful intimacy of it all, the way he could feel affection in each careful press and concern in every slow, thoughtful motion. He could feel each touch easing the burden of everything he’d eaten—the circles beneath his ribs helping each bite find a tiny crevice of room to settle into, the slow sweeps over his navel calming strained twinges and rumbles, the kneading into his sides helping the muscles relax so his belly could swell out even further.

He was so caught up in the sensation of it that he felt drunk. Everything else around him seemed to blur into a haze—the warmth of the fire, the repetitive scrape of his spoon against the bowl, the soft sounds of Maria and Julian chatting. It pulled him partway out of his daze when he realized they were talking about him.

“…I dunno, should we stop him? His tummy is getting enormous.”

“Hmm, he really is quite bloated, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, and I mean—seriously, Julian, feel right here, under his ribs.”

The hand supporting the heaviness of Emmett’s lower belly suddenly disappeared. He made a soft sound of protest, which was quickly replaced by a deep groan as it reappeared on the sensitive swell high in his middle, where pie and fish were packed tightly in his stomach.

“Oh my.” Julian’s voice was full of concern. “Are you sure you’re alright, Emmett dear? Your belly feels so full.”

A thumb pressed a gentle circle into the extra-tight lump inside him, while another warm hand rubbed over its side before pressing down towards his navel to support it from underneath. Emmett groaned happily, feeling his stomach gurgle appreciatively with the help, and mumbled, “Mmm… yeah, I’m good.”

As the neared the bottom of the bowl, he developed a vague awareness that he was reaching some kind of limit. The strained feeling in his stomach had grown throbbingly intense, and he was starting to feel uneasy grumbles even through the supportive press of his friends’ hands. The bowl was nearly empty, and part of him wanted to finish it, just to see if he could. But the next morsel of pie he swallowed forced up a wheezy belch, and he had the distinct feeling that he had just traded the last bit of air in his stomach to hold that bite.

“Ugh,” he gasped. “Ohhh, my stomach… okay, I’m… I’m—urp—done.”

Immediately, the bowl was taken from his hands, and he felt an arm—it was hard to say whose—gently encircling his shoulders. He wanted to tell them that he’d prefer that hand on his belly, really, but after wheezing out his admission of defeat, he couldn’t get enough breath back to say anything more. He was so full that his lungs felt squeezed, so full that the bloat of it all was forcing him to sit with his back arched. Trying to bend at the waist to move into any other position seemed impossible.

“Come on, boy, don’t explode on us.” Maria’s voice was warm and affectionate, close to his ear. “That was seriously impressive. You’re not in pain, are you?”

Emmett tried to say “no,” but all that came out of him was a ragged groan. He flashed a little grin instead, trying to make sure that Maria knew he was alright. His stomach did ache, but in a nice way, like the satisfying soreness he felt in his body after a good day’s work. Not to mention, the press of loving hands was soothing the ache out of his overworked stomach like a massage soothing cramps from overworked muscles.

“Poor dear. Can’t even speak, can you?” Julian’s voice coincided with a gentle press of a hand over his navel, and Emmett panted as a wave of relief surged through his straining belly. “Have I mentioned how adorable you are when you indulge yourself?”

It was a good thing Julian found it adorable. Emmett could only imagine that he looked like an absolute mess. But that was the beautiful thing about having people who loved you. It didn’t matter. Sometimes being messy only made them love you more.

“Somebody looks ready to hibernate.” Julian patted Emmett’s distended belly with a chuckle. “Seems like you’ve got enough in here to last you until spring.”

“Shuddup,” Emmett mumbled, letting his head fall sideways to press his cheek into Julian’s shoulder. He groaned softly as he felt an uncomfortable rumble building in his overstuffed stomach, and then again as Maria’s hand kneaded in to settle it. It was a struggle to catch his breath, but he managed to groan, “Fuck… I’m so full…”

“Yeah, we noticed. Kinda hard to miss all this.” Maria swept her hand over Emmett’s swollen front, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’d better get to work on digesting, because we’re going to have to move you eventually.”

“Hrmph.” Emmett rubbed his knuckles over the crest of his stomach, thinking that his digestion had already been hard at work for quite some time.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help.” Julian patted just below where Emmett was rubbing, prompting a grumble from deep in his belly. “Did you enjoy that pie?”

“Mmm… yeah. So good.” Emmett arched his back just a tiny bit more, hoping to illustrate that he was enjoying all the attention, too.

Julian seemed to get the picture, judging by the way he chuckled and obligingly rubbed a broad circle across the expanse of Emmett’s belly. “You just get some rest.”

Emmett didn’t need to be told twice. He let every muscle in his body fall slack, including his eyelids. The world shrank down to the warmth of the fire and the weight of his stomach and the warm trails of relief left in the wakes of his friends’ hands, and he drifted off to sleep.

[the-tummy-closet]

Grizzly

((Author’s Note: inspired by….. a post. maybe you’ve seen the one.))

They set up their camp near the edge of the festival grounds, close enough for Julian and Maria to go back and forth. Personally, Emmett would’ve preferred to pitch the tent further away. But their little group didn’t pass through towns often these days, particularly not during harvest season, and he couldn’t deny his friends the chance to watch the villagers hold their contests and hear the storytellers perform their songs.

He couldn’t complain too much anyway. The village they’d found themselves in was located at the mouth of a great river, and as it turned out, this time of year was not so much harvest season for them as it was fishing season. He’d come back from his single trip to the festival grounds with a basket full of bark-wrapped fillets of fresh salmon, roasted on hot coals. The fish was hot and smoky and perfect, one of the most delicious things he’d ever tasted, and he was perfectly content to spend his evening lounging by the campfire, unwrapping filet after filter as he waited for his friends to return.

He ate warm, tender fish until he felt like his stomach would burst if he tried another swallow. Then he pulled his cloak around himself, leaned into the bundle of furs at his back, and closed his eyes to let himself digest.

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[diary-of-an-achy-tum]

Heyyy @ginger-and-mint would you happen to have the full version of this somewhere because this blog is dead (I think)…? I’m so sad it was so good 😭

[ginger-and-mint]

oooh yes thank you for pointing this out! I'll repost it!

[dish-sponge]

Ginger and mint OC

So, I found this really good fic called Ginger and mint from @ginger-and-mint. It's available on ao3 and she has lots of small fics on her account too, so if you want to read a kink fic with good story and some fluff/angst, you should check out her account and fic.

But that's just some introductory words so people know who to give credit and where to go, now I'm gonna say something about my OC.

Yes, I've done this on picrew, because I suck at artisty things. I'm not good writer either, but my art skills are even worse than my writing.

Anyways, say hello to Firen, he doesn't have last name, but I was thinking about Hoover or something similar, because his family owns horse and cow ranch and from what I understood by reading, this fic is in sort of older times and people usually had surnames from the work or some physical trait.

Firen is a di-mage, second year during the present time, meaning he's around 22-23 years old, I will decide later. it's not like it matters

As I written before, his family owns a horse and cow ranch, it's a family business, his extended family owns some smaller ranches and shops with meat and tools over Zlott, on north side of mountain borders of Sumeria and North. He used to work there before he got the purple envelope, he even was expected to inherit the ranch.

This growing up with animals and around hard work, made him quite familiar with it and he has no problem with helping out. He loves animals, especially small animals like calfs or colts, and he has no problem working around them.

He is quite tall, almost 188cm, with muscles from years of helping around his family ranch. Because he spents lot of time on sun, he has tanned skin, with some patches of white from having vitiligo, condition where skin loses pigmentaton cells. He likes to wear longer hair, when he was younger he kept them short so they don't get in his way, but now he likes to keep them longer, often putting them in ponytail or bun. His hair are black with sort of white and seemingly greying edges.

Firen is always trying to be somewhat positive and helpful, he is trying to make nice first impression and be friendly and respectful both to people younger and older then him. Despite his friendly demeanor, he can get quite sharp when things like animal's health or someone's, who is weaker, well being is threatened, because he really doesn't like it and he doesn't like when someone is being too arrogant, even if they have a reason, they could be less annoying about it. He also likes cooking and being with his friends and family.

So, this is all for now, it would really help me if the author of Ginger and mint herself could say if she thinks it fits her lore, I would be glad to change it to make it more accurate. Yeah, you can comment and ask about him if you want.

[ginger-and-mint]

I don't want to sound too bothering, I just like your work and your style. I wanted to ask, what do you think about OC's from your fandom?

I also wanted to say that, poor Eliott, I just read chapter 23 and I feel sorry for him. His mother sounded like a doting one from the start, but then I read Train ride and other chapters and I feel really sorry for him. Also, I noticed that Eliott is being called honey badger? Is it because of his dark hair or grumpy attitude?

Thank you for answer before hand, have a great day.

thank you so much anon!! <3 I'm glad you're enjoying my work :D

are you asking whether it's okay to create an OC within the same universe as my story? if so, that's totally fine! in fact, I would be very flattered and would love to hear about the OC if you do! my only request is to please credit/link to my story when you post about them :)

hahaha yes I think I had an anon at some point who referred to Elliott as a honey badger! I believe it was mainly because of his grumpiness.

[ginger-and-mint]

I wanted to tell you, that ypur work is amazing and I'm so happy I found your ao3 account, you're so good at writing and describing things.

Your world building is so interesting, and I wanted to ask, how exactly di-mages work? From your series Ginger and mint, I understood they cast spells by eating, but it would be nice to have more throughout informations about them. The concept of different mages is so interesting and it would be great to know more about them.

And I love when there are scenes with Ryder being stuffed, he's so cute.

thank you so much anon! <3 I am delighted to hear some love for stuffed Ryder, he's one of my favorites to fill up with treats hehe

Di-mages indeed cast spells by eating! The type of spell cast is determined by the amounts of different foods they eat, and in what order. The amount of food required is usually high (because... you know ;)....) although with practice, a mage can get better at casting with smaller amounts.

Because each spell requires such a big effort, di-mage spells are usually slower but more powerful than those cast by other types of mages

thank you for the question! C: if there's anything you're still wondering, please feel free to ask!

[ginger-and-mint]

is tiny okay?

yes she is! she decided that she wanted to completely take a step back from the internet, but I'm in contact with her irl and can assure you that she is doing well <3

[ginger-and-mint]

Do you take requests for Matt Murdock or Peter Parker?

nope I don’t take requests at all these days, sorry!

[ginger-and-mint]

You know, I think I've had the same conversation Greyson had with Daisy with my own cat. Several times. We got him as a stray, but he runs the place now.

ME TOO ANON <3 my darling beloved kitty creature was found in the brambles behind a Kroger several years back, half-starved and fleabitten. and now that that she's delightfully sleek and fat, she likes to romp around pretending she's still ferocious and feral, but she's not fooling me. where would be she be without her cat food and cuddles?

[ginger-and-mint]

I am very much looking forward to hearing what Ryder actually said to Elliot!

I'm glad to hear it! :D It's a short scene and in fact nearly done, so it will probably be posted by the end of the month

I have decided that when I add it to the Ginger and Mint work on AO3, I'm also going to add in the Train Ride bonus scene that I had previously only posted on this blog. The other bonus scenes I've written are mainly for fun, but I feel like this one and the upcoming one are important to the story and deserve to be in the work proper

[ginger-and-mint]

i've been following ginger and mint for a while now and i want you to know that grayson and elliott are like friends i worry about

like there's always something with them. and it's awesome

hahahaha thank you so much <3 I can assure you that Kara is right there with you watching the disaster that is those two unfold with great concern.

[ginger-and-mint]

hey! I love your universe! I always thought that any character with some kind of extra ability will *need* extra fuel ,so building a world aroun it, is pretty damn awesome ! I do love an occasional "less is more" scenario as well though: like what happens if a Di -mage loses capacity either through some kind of abdominal injury that makes them less stretchy or even something as mundane as being sick for a while and needing to catch up? what if Just a normal portion is too much ?

Thank you anon! <3

You asked this question at such a perfect time because that's directly addressed in my latest chapter. :D Essentially, here are some specific soothing techniques out there to help di-mages rebuild their stomach capacity... and we shall be seeing more of those techniques soon!

[ginger-and-mint]

Ginger and Mint - Chapter 21 - Fed Up

Grayson pets a cat, Elliott doesn't get the assignment, and Ryder draws a line in the sand.

[at--capacity]

Thinking a lot about the different stages of being full.

When you first start to feel it. At a normal meal, you would have stopped eating by now. It isn't hard to keep going, but you're aware of the food travelling to your stomach, in a new way; stretching gently. Maybe your sides feel a little bit tight, or your waistband does. When you put a hand on your stomach, it feels denser, heavier. A pleasant overindulgence. You could stop, now, and drift into a thick, comfortable doze. Or– you could keep going.

You hit a point where the next bite's not so easy, anymore. You're thinking about swallowing, each time, instead of it happening automatically. Maybe you put your food down, for a moment, to catch your breath, and find it a little hard to pick it back up. Your belly doesn't just feel dense- it feels rounder, pushing out of its usual frame to spill into your hand, bulging out to accommodate your indulgence. The taste of food lingers in your mouth, at the back of your throat, even after you swallow. When you stand, your belly is a weight. It pulls at you, heavy, starting to get in the way when you move. Your body doesn't want you to keep going- you would have to do it by sheer force of will.

And then even will isn't enough. You're half-lidded, sprawled back to make room for your bulging stomach, breathing shallowly. You can't force the fork to your mouth. Chewing is a horrible chore. Swallowing is almost impossible. Your skin is tight, stretched thin over the massive ball of food beneath. It's not just your breath that's shallow- not just your lungs being pressed on by your massive belly. It feels like everything in you has been shoved aside by the sheer amount of food– even your thoughts. They're distant and fuzzy, consumed with the weight and roundness and tightness of you, the fullness, how your belly aches at the top, where new food is piled up, strains at the sides and bottom, where everything that came before is sitting, leadenly... it feels so good, and right, to be this way, even as you groan and pant and burp, stomach struggling audibly. Maybe you can force down just one more bite....

[bigshirt]

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

[sappysucker]

i have to admit it fantasy digestion scenarios where it takes someone a day or two to digest an entire meal are so good to me. either due to the massive quantity of food they ate or because whatever they had is simply going to take that long to break down, the idea of being that heavy and warm and sluggish, stuck with the roundest belly you've ever seen after just one meal or instance of indulging is so soooo hot. HOT HOT HOT. it probably wouldn't be that much fun irl, but the idea of being out of commission for that long, unable to do anything but lay there and process literal pounds of fat, sugar, protein and carbs for hours and hours is a hugee turn on to fantasize about good god.

the amount of energy their body would need to digest such a massive amount of food would put them out like a light. they'd be in it for the long haul with a ridiculously long food coma, but their tummy would be so heavy and sore and aching that they'd have to keep rubbing it while drifting in and out of consciousness...... dreaming about all that food and savoring the memory of what they ate the whole time.

especially hot if their full tummy won't stop groaning and bubbling, or if they're burping and moaning shamelessly in the whole time, too out of it to stifle their body's sounds out of politeness or do anything else.

an entire day benched from being so, so stuffed. more than what should even be remotely possible.

[demonsdirehunger]

Testing some things out with my new oc Chère~

(They/them/xie/xer)