sometimes I write hunger kink fic, I don't do formal requests but if you have an idea you'd like to see, send it my way and if I like it who KNOWS what could happen
DMs are open, if you want to talk about kink I prefer to do so with queer people who are 21+
thinking about a merman seeing my starving tummy and dragging me into the lagoon he lives in so he can rub and tease it~
A merman! Interesting. When I was first thinking about the hungry princess WIP, I was really into the idea of a selkie-like creature being spied on by a human as she lounges on a rock in the sun and bemoans how unsuccessful she’s been at hunting lately, her stomach constantly disturbing the peaceful scene around her, until the human approaches and you can imagine the rest :)
last night I had a dream I was dancing with another woman and part of the routine involved her taking off the scarf covering my belly. The dream then ended but I'd like to imagine if it had continued, my belly would have growled loudly and she'd decide to stop the dance and tease me instead 😳
yes anon yes…just the two of you in an empty echoey practice room with your belly growling after a long session…
Haven't played any Sonic games in a literal DECADE, but upon seeing this delightful lil pic inspiration hit and I just HAD to write a lil something something based on it~
And that something may or may not have a hint of toxic yuri. Maybe. :3c
Rouge should have known better than to pull a heist on a mostly empty stomach. She knew that all it took for her cover to be blown was her stomach rumbling at an inopportune time. But she made a resolution while ringing in the new year three months prior: she would drop all the pounds she had accumulated over the winter before bikini season rolled around, and she would STICK with that resolution no matter what.
Well now that she was imprisoned deep within a remote G.U.N facility, chained by her wrists and at the mercy of the site's director, she found herself wishing she had forgotten her resolution 5 minutes into the New Year like everyone else. Because if she did, she would have eaten far more than a single cereal bar that her stomach would end up destroying in half an hour tops, which in turn meant that her stomach wouldn't have blown her cover by growling noisily while she hid in a locker, just in time for a security patrol to pass by. She would have swiped the jewels she had come for and left the building with the director being none the wiser instead of being a fat, hungry plaything for her to torment...
"If you told me just yesterday that the most notorious jewel thief in the world would be thwarted by her growling stomach, I'd have laughed you right out of the room," snorted the director, whose pink lips had formed a smirk. "But here I am, sitting pretty with said notorious thief strung up in chains, all because your tummy chose the wrong time to get chatty. It's funny how life works sometimes, isn't it, darling?"
Rouge blushed, and not just because of her predicament. She hated to admit it, but the director of this facility was exactly her type. Tall, athletic, and domineering, not to mention a blonde who looked damn good in a suit. Being chained up in front of her, fat and empty gut on full display, had the bat feeling seriously flustered, and honestly would have been a great way to spend the night under different circumstances.
~GUUUWWOOOAAR~
Though preferably not on an empty stomach.
"Yeah, it sure is." Rouge grumbled, hoping that her loud tone would drown out her snarling stomach. It didn't, of course. Not with the director snacking on a box of donuts she had bought into the cell. She held up a chocolate one and made sure Rouge got a good look at it before tucking into it. And it wasn't enough for her to eat the damn thing, the director made a big show out of slurping the sugary glaze off her fingers and smacking loudly as she chewed. Rouge could only lick her plump lips in quiet envy while her empty belly squelched out a wet, painful gurgle.
"God, these are delicious." The director swallowed down a bite of donut and patted her middle. "Easily the best donuts I've ever had. They're so soft, so sweet, so chewy..." She fished out a plump-looking holeless donut and took a ravenous bite out of it, staining her mouth with its chocolate cream filling. "Oh! And the ones with filling are jam-PACKED with it..."
"You're eating sugary garbage, good for you," Rouge scoffed with a flippant roll of her eyes. Her empty stomach howled, but she fought to maintain her poker face even with her gut screaming at her for something, anything to digest. "Do you want a medal or something?"
"No, but your stomach certainly sounds like it wants this sugary garbage." The director got up from her chair and walked over to the spot where Rouge was chained up, popping the cream-filled donut into her mouth before taking a knee in front of her. With a husky chuckle she reached for Rouge's hefty gut and gave it a squeeze. "Let me guess, you're fasting in hopes of shedding a few pounds?"
~GRRROOOOWWWL~
Rouge frowned first at her rumbling belly, and then at the director. "That's the gist of it, yeah."
The director chuckled as she removed her hand from Rouge's belly and produced another donut from the box. "Oh, I absolutely read you like an open book."
Acid bubbled painfully in the empty pit that was Rouge's gut as she watched the director glut herself, causing her to grit her teeth and wince in discomfort. Her stomach walls gnashed together in want of the food, and once it became clear that the director wasn't about to share the donuts she was snacking on, her tummy let out a liquid, whiny growl packing enough force behind it to cause the surface of her upper belly to visibly ripple. She voiced her discomfort with a muted groan, and the director simply laughed at her misfortune before giving her groaning belly a gentle pat.
"Sounds like you've got a beast in there," The director teased the blushing bat, "An angry beast, roaring for the food that she's never going to get~"
~GLEEEEUUURRRRG~
Rouge's stomach responded with a harsh, squishy, painful hunger gurgle that caused the ample flesh under the director's palm to quake. Rouge moaned pitifully, but her tormentor just laughed.
"Try to put a muzzle on that tummy monster of yours, okay? I'll need to interrogate you in a bit, which is going to be hard if that thing keeps talking over me..."
All dignity thrown out the window, Rouge salivated openly while the director continued to pig out on donuts, and her rippling, quaking, wobbling mound of flesh that she called a stomach just wouldn't stop growling. The comparison that horrible woman made to a monster couldn't be more fitting, and Rouge was half expecting it to claw its way out and feast upon the remaining donuts itself if it went unfed for much longer...
You are not allowed to follow this blog if you cannot be normal around fat people in real life. We are real people who exist, not just some fetish for you to get off to.
Non-kink post: should I watch AOT or JJK? I think I’d be more interested in the story of AOT but 89 episodes is a tall order. My favorite animes are Madoka and CSM if you want a taste reference
Non-kink post: should I watch AOT or JJK? I think I’d be more interested in the story of AOT but 89 episodes is a tall order. My favorite animes are Madoka and CSM if you want a taste reference
really need a guy to tie my arms over my head and feel up my hungry bare belly as it growls~
helpless hunger 🥺 I don’t think about restraints often but I get it! squirming away as if you could stop him from laying a hand on it to feel it scream~
Okay. But what if the princess’s meal is poisoned, and she can’t eat while the servants sort it out. The princess just sitting at this massive table, loaded with food that smells amazing but she can’t eat. Her tummy growling louder by the second…
The idea of her tummy rumbling from under a corset is really good 🥵🥵🥵
to answer your question, I would be hungry with him happening to be in earshot. Maybe it's early and I have to wait for breakfast so I let my starving bare belly growl and the man tries to ignore how his body is reacting to it. Finally, he gives in and asks if he can tease me. I say yes and he rubs and strokes my howling, hollow middle, pressing himself against me to make me moan 👀
This has severely infected my brain and I'm going to write a little something for it (if you were thinking of making your own content related to this, let me know and I don't have to publish it, I don't want to steal your idea!)