Hello hello hello! Welcome to Ginger Snap's General Store!
This blog is 18+ only. If your bio or pinned post does not explicitly state that you are an adult, you're gettin' blocked.
With that out of the way, here's what I write about (and maaayyybe occasionally draw?) here:
Bellies, in general (I like em. Big, small, full, empty, toned, chubby. They're hot.)
Stuffing
Inflation
Mild/realistic weight gain
Vore (soft/safe oral vore, I like both same size and g/t. My opinion on digestion fluctuates but 99% of the time prey is either reformed or not digested at all)
Object vore
Burps
Stuff I might post about on occasion:
Pregnancy/mpreg
Oviposition
Hard vore/cannibalism (will always properly tag this as #hard vore, mute if you don't wanna see)
General g/t stuff
Hunger
Petplay
Mild emeto (queasiness and vague mentions of vomiting and such, also gentle regurgitation of prey/objects)
Fandom-based kink stuff, maybe?
Stuff you will NOT see here:
Disposal/scat/farts
Birth/birth denial
Anal vore, cock vore, unbirth, etc. any form of non-oral vore
Full tour
Full on emeto i.e. graphic art/descriptions of characters actually throwing up
Dunno what else to say about it. Feels like I owe an explanation but I can't seem to settle on anything that doesn't require six paragraphs of clarification to satisfy my moral scrupulosity so.
oooouuuuhhhghgh. new medicine is making my stomach veeeery unhappy and it's not as hot as it is in fictionnnn :(
ALTHOUGH I have seen some lovely kink posts that were also written by people too in the throes of stummy hurt to be horny about it, and I wish to provide that service to the world for my fellow freaks who get off on the stomach-related misery of others (warning for descriptions of stomach discomfort but no capital-E Emeto)
I don't really feel ill thankfully, just, like... the worst heartburn ever. Like my tummy is just full of acid and nothing else. If I eat something bland it calms down for a little bit, but I think it's getting melted down super fast because of how caustic it is in there. (Again, super hot concept on paper but hoooo feels yucky irl) And I don't have much of an appetite right now so I can't be scarfing down bread every time it acts up again.
And to add insult to injury my shy belly is making next to zero noise, same as it always is. Like cmoooonnn at least let me enjoy the sounds, that's like the one upside to having stomach problems! Sometimes it'll let out these tiny little whines or I'll feel some bubbling but that's it >:(
If you're a man who contributes nothing to this community aside from 'hey' or 'hey fatty' DMs and uses it for a free wank, maybe idk, don't send members of the community who post content on here (for free may I remind you) messages asking where they've been or why they've not been posting recently or ask them to eat a certain way or amount. I know it's hard to believe but the world doesn't revolve around you and your dick. They don't owe you anything, not like you've ever done anything for them, right?
Instead, you could be a productive member of this wonderful community by doing thinks like re-blogging to help creators get their content further, leavening respectful comments, sending interesting DMs and carry the conversation. You could even work on your blog, make it your own, try making your own content experimenting with your own kink experience. You could try writing about your fantasise or making art of it. I can guarantee you you will get more of a response if you're a genuine member of the community and will probably make friends too. It's not 'gay' or 'girly' to engage in community.
It's not all about money, but on the other hand, don't expect creators to spend their money on satisfying your demands. Food is expensive! This is an inherently expensive kink if you're a feedee. I just hate when people get pissy when money is brought up but it's part of it! If you want to tip or pay for meals that's great! If you don't, don't. Just don't go on about it and demonise feedees over it.
I’ve definitely been having thoughts like these lately! Like, be the change you want to see in the world. I’m just a random midwestern woman posting videos from her phone. What’s stopping y’all from making your own stuff? 😈
The entire reason I started doing this is because I was making the content I wanted to see.
Obviously you should be incredibly careful and intentional about how you go about posting photos/videos/personal information. But there are lots of different ways to actively participate even if photos/videos aren’t your thing!
Evil demonic super villain pred trying to trick their super hero nemesis into letting them eat and digest them. Except their evil tempting argument is stuff like “You’ve done enough, aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to rest?” and “You know me better than anyone else, you know I’m capable of loving you. Digest for me and it’s not torment awaiting you but an afterlife carved from me devoted to you” All of this is 100% truth. It’s still a trick though cause it requires the hero giving up on saving others and choosing the villain over everyone else. In addition to the entreating whispers, the digestion process feels good, literally bathing in the adoration of the predator. The super hero fighting their way out is like trying to tear a sleeping person from a cozy bed or dropping someone in a hot bath immediately into a snow pile. Like tearing out the other half of their soul and feeling empty as a consequence. They have to feel this way every time they force themselves to resist and it’s getting harder each time to muster up the necessary will power to go through with escaping.
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....
when the prey is mostly digested and pretty much just goop in the belly, but that used to be a whole person, so it's going to take a while for the body to process it
a pred sitting up from a nap and feeling their belly churn and gurgle, the wet sounds of their prey getting pushed through their intestines gurgling quietly
a pred who has to throw on pants, squishing their pliant belly to button their jeans
a pred whose tummy is morphed by their steering wheel as they head home from work, fighting back hiccups from the pressure
a pred who gets to lean back as someone rubs and plays with their belly, squishing and jiggling it, feeling how heavy it is despite so much having been digested
and a hapless prey who gets grabbed by a greedy pred, sent down into the half-digested goop that used to be a person, knowing that soon enough they'll be melted and mixed into the slurry, indistinguishable from the first prey...
Another thing with reformation I like is the idea you’re still aware after you’ve been digested but it’s like your dreaming. But instead of your subconscious at the helm it’s your predator. Everything is hazy and hard to think about too much, all you know is that you’re somewhere warm and safe and that something is keeping you that way. When you reform it can be very hard to be dragged from that state to be awake and aware yes, but also alone. Alone in a way you aren’t really used to after your time as a part of the predator.
Snuggling up to a warm, full pred. Listening to their soft purrs and heartbeat. Placing a hand on their tummy, feeling the weakening struggles of their prey. Drifting off to sleep in their arms and woken up by the sound of their meal draining from their stomach into their intestines, knowing that you're next.
I feel like the pred should always have intense sexual pleasure from eating someone. like, the act of swallowing and digesting them gets the pred super horny. It feels satisfying to be filled with a tummy full of prey, but also it increases their sex drive. maybe even enough to cum straight from it.
I think this is a common thought because I’ve seen it around, but it’s one I like a lot :3
can you write something voyeurism related but when someone’s live-streaming for hours vs when they turn it off, no audience and finally no one to hear them?
hope i make sense
Thank you!! 💜 I can sure try!
“Alright, uh, I'm rambling, so this seems like a good place to end for..." A comment catches their eye, and they read it aloud off their second screen:
"What are you drinking?"
"This?" They lift the can to show their audience. "It's a Celsius, and it's the reason I'm gonna get two hours of sleep tonight, so I guess I can thank you all for tha—" They have to pause suddenly, angling away from the mic and stifling a burp behind their hand. They do their best to dampen the sound, but the mic absolutely still picks it up.
There's a small flurry of activity in the chat. Mostly congratulatory. A few "Excuse you"s one "Hot 🥵."
Their face heats slightly, but they force a laugh. "Yeah, okay. Calm down. You try talking for three straight hours and see if you do any better. Next time I'll do it in the mic."
"Promise? 👀"
"Aaaand that's enough for tonight. Thanks for watching, see you guys next time!"
The moment the stream ends, so does their performance-based adrenaline. They slump back into their chair, just sitting for a moment, enjoying the silence of the dimly lit room.
They're thirsty. They pull themself to their feet, and immediately a grumbling rush of a burp pushes out of them. A tightness they didn't know they felt lifts, and they breathe out a sigh. They palm their stomach like they're thanking it for that relief. For waiting for a private moment.
More air wants out. They thump their chest, ducking their head in anticipation, but as they do, a sudden tingle of anxiety pricks at them, and they dart their eyes to their camera. Did they see the light blinking? They freeze mid-burp, cheeks puffed, chin dipped, fist on chest. Nope. The camera's definitely off. They let the tension leave their body along with the burp.
Despite the late hour, the light in the kitchen is off. Their roommate must be out. They stand in the cool glow from the fridge, gulping at a sparkling water. All that talking made their throat dry, and now they overcompensate by taking in half the drink in one go. The moment they pull the can back from their mouth they gasp out a heavily carbonated belch that stings their nostrils. They don't bother to police their grimace or the pained grunt that follows. Not like they have an audience.
They shut the fridge, standing in their darkened kitchen and eating a slice of cold pizza. If their roommate was home he'd scold them for not heating it up. For not turning on the light. But he's not. As if in celebration of that fact, they let out another loud belch before taking their next bite, then follow it by messily cramming the rest of the slice into their mouth. It always takes them a while to come down after streaming, but having the apartment to themself helps. Having no one to perform for helps.
They finish their second slice of pizza, dusting of their hands, and closing their lips to burp around the food still in their mouth. Having no one to mind their manners for helps too.
