Hi, i'm C, welcome to my little corner of t'internet
my stomach is a noisy little thing and i love sharing all my belly gurgles and tummy rumbles within this space
sometimes it's audio, sometimes you'll get a glimpse of my belly, but my stomach and its grumbles are the focus
i am 29, asexual, mildly sex-repulsed
- the idea of it happening to me is gross beyond all imagining, but i don't mind reading about it
i am still learning the ways of the kink community, given the aforementioned asexuality, but i'm setting some boundaries here:
if you are a minor (under 18), please DNI
- it keeps us all safe, and we could all use a little more of that rn
- i can't stop you lurking, but please be safe about it, falling down the rabbit hole is easier than you think
if your bio/pinned post is missing vital information, i'm blocking you, sorry
- no age listed, no title, no content, generic/tumblr-generated pfp
- if you have more than one of these, that's a block
- i also get weirded out by people following me without liking or interacting with any of my content first
-i might make exceptions to this, but that's at my discretion
my dms and asks are open
- i think, you'd think after over ten years on this hellsite, i would have figured out how it works
- i'm happy to chat, not just about my tummy or yours
- if you try and take it places i'm not comfortable, the conversation ends, simple as that
I am into (or as into as I can be):
stomachs and the noises they make
- empty, full, upset etc.
- stomach-aches
- general feelings associated with the stomach
the inevitable hurt/comfort that arises when one has an upset stomach and their partner is helping (that's some good shit tbh)
tummy rubs
some hunger, if practiced safely
- i like the emptiness that comes from going to bed on a hungry tummy
- or from eating less overall, not so much outright starving oneself
- DNI if you are an ED account, please seek help
I am open to:
emeto-related stuff
- nausea, tummy-aches etc.
- nothing visual/audio, only written stuff
burping
- i don't like forced burping/belching, particularly from someone deliberately bloating their stomach
- hiccups are fine and kinda cute tbh
- little hiccup-burps where it's just excess air escaping from your tummy and you can't really stop it are also fine
soft feedism
- if the focus is on making the person feel good and satisfied and content, i'm down
- especially if their little tummy gets round, but you know it'll go back to being softer and smaller once it's empty again
softer vore
- again, if the focus is on the soft feelings and the tummy itself, i'm usually fine with it
Absolutely not into:
anything more graphic than written emeto
scat
graphic vore
death/immobility feedism
extreme gaining or gaining weight for the sake of gaining weight
i write quite a lot as well, it's not graphic, it's actually soft and sweet enough to give you a stomach-ache most of the time
i think that's everything, sorry for the long post, i'm trying to cover all my bases here...
anyway, welcome once again to my little corner of t'internet
hope you enjoy listening to my noisy little tummy
love
C xx
(p.s. my tummy just rumbled, i'm so empty-hungry rn 🤭)
Do you have a part of the digestive process that is your favourite feeling?
uh…no?
i like feeling my tummy rumble, but if i’m being honest, i don’t really feel much of the digestion process unless i’ve eaten way too much. then it’s mostly just uncomfortable
Hiii can you write a tummy tale where when character is being pampered and getting there tummy rubbed and cuddled by another character (they had just recently accidentally over ate on their favorite meal)
okay, so this isn't a tummy tale the way i normally do them (second-person pov, usually just the one character), but i thought it kinda fitted the request.
opposing states, which is part 4 of my little 'butterflies' series.
in which the tables are turned and Hunter is the one suffering from a stomach-ache...
idk, hopefully that's closeish to what you wanted?
Very vaguely inspired by this post by @aching-tummies (as in I basically took the bare bones of their post and ran in a completely different direction with it)
this is part 4 of 'butterflies' - (with butterflies in my stomach) can you stomach my love for you? the little tummy-focused series centred around Hunter and Echo from Star Wars (Clone Wars/Bad Batch)
In which the tables are turned and Hunter is the one suffering from a stomach ache...
CW/TW: mentions of pain, stomach upset, descriptions of said upset stomach and how it feels
Enjoy!
The familiar creaking of their bedroom door startled Hunter out of his reverie. He jumped a little, but quickly relaxed when he realised it was just Echo. His boyfriend looked adorably rumpled in the shorts and oversized tshirt that he usually slept in, the scars on his legs visible without the knee-braces.
“Hey, Hunter,” Echo mumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes, “What are you still doing up?” As he shuffled carefully into the living room, his stomach gave a hollow echoing growl. Well, that was Echo’s reason of being out of bed at this time of night.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Hunter muttered, “I didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I’d sit out here for a bit.”
Echo’s stomach growled again, already empty after only a few hours thanks to his fast metabolism and Hunter felt his tummy roll in resentment. Sometimes he couldn’t help but feel envious of how quickly and efficiently his boyfriend’s stomach could work through whatever he’d eaten. Although neither of them could really be counted as the winner in this scenario, since it was the state of their tummies that had forced them both out of bed after 10pm, if for very different reasons.
With that in mind, Hunter expected Echo to shuffle onwards to the kitchen and get a snack, or at least some tea. Instead, his boyfriend came over to where Hunter lay and carefully settled himself on the floor next to the couch.
“What’s wrong?” Echo asked, gently resting his good hand against Hunter’s stomach. Hunter caught the slight widening of Echo’s eyes as he felt the taut curve of Hunter’s abdomen, almost no give even three hours after dinner, “You liked the lasagna that much?”
Of course, Echo thought Hunter had gone back for more, and Hunter groaned,
“I did, it was really good…y’know, three hours ago,” He gritted his teeth as Echo’s gentle kneading of his stomach intensified the ache.
“This is still from dinner?” Echo asked quietly, his big brown eyes wide and concerned. He stopped his kneading as the realisation clearly dawned on him.
Hunter was not up because he’d wanted a snack like Echo had, he was up because he couldn’t sleep, but his sleep was being disrupted by his stomach’s refusal to digest dinner, so it was still sitting in his tummy like a weight.
“Aw,” Echo cooed gently, “Your poor stomach.”
He continued pressing and rubbing Hunter’s abdomen, the ever-present coolness of his hands strangely soothing to Hunter’s upset tummy. As he glanced up at Hunter and bit his lip, Hunter saw the guilt flash across his boyfriend’s face.
Having lasagna for dinner had been Echo’s idea, since their schedules had actually aligned enough for them both to help with the prep. Echo was a good cook and could manage most dishes on his own, even on crutches and with his bad arm braced, but lasagna required just a few too many simultaneous steps for him to really feel comfortable making it by himself. At least not without a whole day, where he could focus on one step at a time.
It was delicious, the way Echo made lasagna, but it was not a light dish, so they didn’t indulge in it often. Hunter had stopped himself after only one serving, but Echo had gone for another half helping, though they had still had plenty leftover to go into the freezer. That one serving hadn’t filled Hunter up completely, but he knew his poor tummy sometimes struggled to digest something so heavy and he hadn’t wanted the ache of being too full to accompany the inevitable upset.
But between the two of them, they had both been burning their respective candles at both ends, both extremely busy, so when Echo went back for more, Hunter assumed his boyfriend would be adding ‘food coma’ to the exhaustion. True to form, Echo had dropped off not long after dinner, which unfortunately left Hunter with no help in trying to coax his stubborn stomach into digestion.
Echo’s stomach rumbled loudly, interrupting Hunter’s thoughts and he frowned, reaching over. Sliding a hand under the oversized tshirt Echo was wearing, he tugged it up slightly, revealing his boyfriend’s adorably flat yet soft stomach and the source of the hollow growls.
“Hmm…your tummy’s so loud…” Hunter murmured, sliding a hand along to lay flat against Echo’s stomach, feeling even the quieter rumbles that weren’t quite making it to the surface.
They continued this way for a while, Echo massaging Hunter’s stomach, trying to coax it into digesting, and Hunter rubbing soothingly at Echo’s stomach whenever it growled. He did gently pinch his boyfriend’s side in retaliation when Echo’s massaging got a little too painful, making Echo squeak quietly in protest.
As Echo drifted closer to Hunter, allowing them to both get their hands on more of the other, Hunter started speaking softly, murmuring quiet praise for the amazing cooking Echo had done earlier, the delicious meal they’d shared. He delighted in the little shivers Echo did at this, in response to his stomach clenching in hunger at the talk of food.
“Seriously, though, Echo…weren’t you going to the kitchen for a snack?” Hunter asked, after the room had slowly darkened further. Apparently, they’d been at this for over an hour and it was now almost midnight.
Echo made a dismissive noise,
“Meh…later,” His face was set in a determined pout, clearly he was set on getting Hunter’s stubborn stomach to digest before he satisfied the demands of his own.
Hunter just settled for rubbing gently at his boyfriend’s tummy, giving Echo enough space to work his magic. The apartment was silent, except for the quiet grumbling coming from both of their stomachs. Hunter was exhausted, his upset tummy sapping his energy and he found his eyes drifting closed.
Echo hummed soothingly, still working gentle circles into the taut tense surface of Hunter’s abdomen,
“You should come to bed. Lying on the couch can’t be comfy when your tummy’s this upset.”
Hunter opened his eyes to look at Echo’s concerned face,
“I can’t sleep on an upset stomach, though. I’ll just toss and turn and keep you up.”
Echo hummed again,
“I think I have something that might help.”
In a reverse of their normal positions, Echo helped Hunter carefully shuffle into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. Normally it was Echo whose knees or hips acted up, who needed a little extra support and guidance when moving around the apartment. But they’d gone slowly, both for Echo’s dodgy knees and Hunter’s upset stomach, and Hunter settled against his pillow with a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and trying to settle his achy upset tummy.
He heard Echo moving around, the quiet uneven shuffling that his boyfriend walked with when he wasn’t wearing his knee braces. Something was pulled from the sheets then there was a brief silence, followed by the soft hum of the microwave. Hunter stifled a groan as his tummy did a little flip, there was no way he could put anything else in his stomach right now, not even his favourite peppermint tea.
“Hunter,” Echo’s quiet voice sounded in his ear and Hunter cracked open his eyes. Echo slid back into bed next to him, fiddling with something in his lap that Hunter couldn’t see.
“I heard the microwave,” Hunter said, groaning softly as his tummy cramped, “I can’t drink anything, Echo, I’m sorry, my stomach’s just too full and achy.”
Echo smiled,
“Wasn’t making anything, although I did get you a glass of water,” He nodded in the direction of Hunter’s bedside table, “I have something else for you.”
He held up Sox, his little plush cat that also doubled as a heat-pack, made by Echo’s twin brother Fives out of an old jumper and some old stripy socks. Echo used Sox a lot, often on his stomach when it was bothering him, but sometimes on his knees or his back or his bad arm, wherever his chronic pain was flaring up.
At Echo’s gesture, Hunter moved his arms a little, letting his boyfriend settle Sox against his abdomen. The instant the plushie was in place, Hunter sighed in relief, feeling the radiating heat spreading out over his sore tummy, easing the horrible cramps and letting his stomach muscles relax for the first time since he’d given up on sleep and dragged himself out to the couch.
At Echo’s soft laugh, Hunter opened his eyes again,
“Don’t you need him?”
Halfway through a mouthful of what smelled like some kind of biscuit dipped in ginger tea, Echo shook his head and swallowed,
“Nah, I took my pain meds while I was in the kitchen.”
That would explain the biscuit, since Echo’s pain medication was quite strong and he wasn’t meant to take it on an empty stomach. Although, judging from the hollow growls it had been making, Echo’s stomach had been pretty empty earlier.
Hunter raised his head a little,
“Don’t you want more than that? Your tummy sounded pretty empty.”
Echo drained the mug of tea, set the mug aside, and snuggled down to face Hunter,
“There was honey in the tea, that helps, and I don’t want to eat more than that if I’m about to go to sleep,” He yawned sleepily, “Even my tummy stops grumbling overnight, usually.”
Placated by this explanation, Hunter curled up closer, tucking his head in against his boyfriend’s neck,
“Thanks…”
A gentle kiss was pressed into his hair,
“Of course. You told me when we first started dating that your stomach was sensitive, and you help me all the time when I’m in pain or feeling sick,” Hunter felt one of Echo’s hands smooth over where Sox was pressed, “Feeling better?”
“Think so,” Hunter said quietly. His stomach grumbled again, but there was no cramping ache along with it this time and he exhaled slowly.
Echo hummed softly, still stroking gently over Hunter’s abdomen,
“Hmm…I heard that one, but it feels like your tummy’s finally settled, huh?”
Hunter nodded, his jaw cracking on a yawn. He was so tired, he always ended up exhausted after dealing with an upset stomach, though he knew from experience that Echo was the same. He reached out to press his hand against his boyfriend’s abdomen, noting the quiet grumbles the pressure produced, but it sounded like Echo’s tummy was settling too. Comfortable, his stomach finally calm and the aching pressure easing off with Sox’s soothing heat, Hunter shut his eyes, feeling Echo’s tummy give one last little clench under his palm.
He’d been so nervous that the care and love he had for his boyfriend only went one way, that Echo wouldn’t feel up to dealing with Hunter’s tummy issues on top of his own. Guess he needn’t have worried…
has your stomach ever rumbled in front of someone? And is it noisy before breakfast?
i feel like this is much the same as your other question tbh, but i'll answer it anyway...
if my stomach rumbles in front of someone else, it's usually not loud enough for them to hear. i feel my tummy growling, and my brain probably fills in the noise for me, because i know what a proper loud stomach grumble sounds like, but it's not really loud enough for someone else to hear. unless they were actually lying on my stomach, maybe.
is my stomach noisy before breakfast? uh...that's when it's often at its most vocal. it growls, it rumbles, i can feel my stomach churning around the nothingness that's in my tummy...it's kinda nice actually 🤭
has your stomach growled in public and if so can you tell any anecdotes?
oh, it definitely has growled in public, but it's usually not loud enough for anyone to notice but me. and that's only because i can feel my tummy rumbling, more than hear it.
so, i guess i don't really have any anecdotes about my stomach growling in public, sadly...
