This is mostly a safe space for my kinks, to post my own kink art and to support other kink artists. This blog will mostly focus on:
♡ belly stuffing/bloating
♡ belly worship/play
♡ soft force feeding
♡ fpreg
♡ breeding
What you will absolutely not see here:
✕ vomit/being sick
✕ intense inflation
✕ vore
✕ extreme weight gain
🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞
Even though you may not see any nudity or explicit content here, the things I post are sexual in manner for me. I would not feel comfortable with a minor following or interacting with this content. If I do not see an age in your bio, or I get the sense that you are a minor who has followed me, you will be blocked!
notes: light dom/sub, ffa/bhm, stuffing, sex implied
I’m still on the floor between his legs when he finally speaks.
“I don’t think I can eat it all.” It’s said between labored breaths. I can’t see his face from this angle but I imagine he’s gritting his teeth to deal with the sharp stretch of his belly.
My fingers sink into his thighs as I push myself to my feet. I smirk when my imagination proves true; his eyes are squeezed shut and his teeth are clenched. I admit that we were ambitious tonight.
The cups are stacked neatly on the side table. Three empty shakes in total. There’s a fourth one waiting, condensation pooling around the bottom of the cup. I look at him again, the rise and fall of his overfull belly, barely able to get a full breath. To be fair, he did eat a lot.
I move closer and gingerly straddle his wide hips. I wonder when they’ll spread so far I won’t be able to touch the cushion beneath us. My hands immediately go to his sides, pressing in and testing the give underneath despite the soft fat. Not much, but still some.
“Oh, but you will,” I say. I reach for the final milkshake, now melted enough to go down easy. The gentle pressure of my other hand pushes a thick burp out of him and I hum in approval.
“See? You’re such a good boy.” He blushes and I know I’ve won. It wasn’t really much of a fight, anyway. “You can do it. Open up, baby.”
Despite how much I know he’s eaten tonight, he lets me put the cup to his lips and begins gulping down the shake. He drains it and I ready myself for the aftermath. I toss the cup on the table to free up both hands and he moans so deliciously. I roll my hips, pressing down on his cock. Anything to hear that sound again.
His hands grab at me; I allow him to feel what he wants as I continue soothing his packed belly, so full of cream and sugar and pure fat. Wondering where it might all end up is one of my favorite pastimes.
“I told you,” I say. He groans in response. I think there might be an attempt at a rebuttal in there, but I’m too worked up to care. So is he, with the way he’s now gripping my hips. I manage to move his hands and slide off his lap and back between his legs. Hands sinking back into his soft thighs, I reward him.
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I absolutely adore sleepy feedees, you’re telling me that after you stuff yourself to your hearts content you want to fall asleep on my lap as I run my fingers through your hair and rub your overstuffed tummy? You got yourself a deal sweetie, I am there! Snuggle me as much as you want and I’ll rub your tummy for hours as you snooze away your well earned food coma!
I want to watch someone stuff themselves shamelessly. Eat until their belly is full and rounded out. So full that they’ve had to unbutton their pants, or even remove them. I want them to moan about how bloated their belly is, how much it aches and how badly they need comfort. I want them to hold their belly with both hands, rubbing gently, trying hard to soothe their discomfort. I’ll praise them for how much they stuffed themselves. They did it for me. I’ll rub their big, stuffed belly until they feel less achy. Kissing them, telling them how proud I am. I want them to feel safe with me, comfortable. I want them to know how good it makes me feel to watch them overindulge. Of course a little teasing won’t hurt. I’ll pat their full belly, reminding them how good they feel when they stuff themself. How embarrassed they’d be if anyone else ever saw them groan over how satisfied a stuffed belly makes them feel. How happily full they are, how much they love rounding out their belly for me.
