Gurgle gurgle

adult. 18+, MDNI. Belly blog.

[grumblemonster]

My name is Euphoria.

Adult | she/they | ace | Dominant | Taken

First and foremost - if you are a minor, respectfully, get the fuck off my blog. This is a space where you will find kinksters and it is not safe for you to be here. I don't post illicit shit but I still don't want you here. Skedaddle.

Secondly- creepy messages will be ignored. No, I will not describe anything overtly sexual with you through DMs. No, you cannot have pictures of me.

Teasing and respectful asks are fine and even encouraged.

Kinks:

Bellies

Vore (oral only, macro/micro preferred, both fatal and safe)

Digestion

Sizeplay

Foodplay

Squicks:

Scat

Gas

Hard Vore

Pregnancy

I will post audio from my own belly and vore thoughts.

[grumblemonster]

My belly is full of dinner right now, churning it away into mush. I want you dropped into my digesting meal, to gurgle away inside my gut like the mere food you are. You're just calories, to slowly rumble and churn away inside my stomach and be another layer of fat on the belly of a goddess. You'll melt slowly inside me while I carry on with my evening, the only reminder of your existence being the bubbling from my digestive tract as you get processed.

Submit and become part of my meal.

[grumblemonster]

Asks are open, little snacks. And my stomach is growling.

Come tell me how much you want to be gurgling away in my gut right now.

[grumblemonster]

I have lunch churning away inside my belly. Who wants to join? 👅

[grumblemonster]

The chinese food has moved into my intestines but my little preyslut is still wriggling in my stomach. Struggle more. You're pure food for me now. Turn into chyme and empty into my bowels like the rest of my meal.

[grumblemonster]

Just stuffed myself with chinese takeaway and cocacola. My belly is so fucking full... One of you preysluts, get rubbing. Once there's room you'll be joining the food mush bubbling in my gut.

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[grumblemonster]

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This rain storm was the likely the last you'd ever see after meeting me. You'd been shrunken with a fellow stranger I'd met at the bar and woken up on my couch next to me. You were kind of cute- and I'd see how much you'd been staring at my mouth, the way you blushed when I swallowed tequila shots. So you would get one good, final show before I take care of you- if I get bored of keeping you like a pet, that is.

You can see the small bump my prey makes in my stomach, but already their movements have slowed and are so pathetically weak. You watched me pull out his tiny body from my purse, no bigger than the length of my hand- the same as you are now- and gulp him down whole. He's been in my gut maybe half and hour tops and it's intent on reducing him to mush. You like listening to me digest my food, don't you? Because once my prey slides down my throat and into cramp confines of my stomach, that's what they become- a meal. Meat for my stomach to digest and process into nutrients and slurry. Even if you hear a faint, muffled whimper from my middle or see the surface move from them weakly squirming, they're just food to slowly churn away for hours in my belly. Soon enough, they'll be fat on my figure and energy for me to spend. They'll be gone without a trace, every inch of their puny body absorbed into me. I pick you up by a leg and drop you onto my belly with a smirk.

Go ahead and press your ear to my gurgling stomach if you want. Rub it, feel it rumble under your hands and hear my prey sloshing around inside me. After all, that might just be how you sound in my digestive tract if I decide to eat you too.

[grumblemonster]

I'm hungry, preythings.

Present yourself to me and you'll get the honour of being my food.

Any volunteers?

[grumblemonster]

I want you sloshing in my gut, nothing more than prey slowly melting down inside me. I want to feel you squirm and struggle. I want to burp and taste you. I want you to liquify after hours in my stuffed gut and feel you drain into my intestines. How does it feel to just be fat and calories for my body? You're just meat roiling in my digestive juices, overwhelmed by the loud gurgling all around you as I slowly churn you down into pudge on my belly.

[grumblemonster]

My stomach is having fun with a bottle of ginger ale. I love how bloated I feel.

Until I belch again that is.

[grumblemonster]

The coffee I drank is making my stomach so rumbly. imagine it sloshing around inside, the wrinkled walls of my pulsing, hot stomach churning it with the remains of my breakfast. It's bubbling and groaning as I rub it.

[grumblemonster]

Your place is in my gurgling stomach getting slowly churned up. You're nothing but food to be digested by me. Accept it already and climb in my mouth.

[grumblemonster]

I'm gluttonous. I'm stuffed full of supper but you can bet your ass I'll gulp you down to join it. I want a struggling body thrashing in my gurgling, digesting gut, just the same as the rest of my stomach contents- food. I want you to slosh around and get covered in my half-digest dinner and squeezed by the walls of my stomach. I'll burp and rub and my stomach with you inside as you churn away into chyme within me. After all, why would I feel remorse for just another bite of dinner melting inside me?

[grumblemonster]

Just had a huge dinner and my stomach is stuffed so full...I can barely move until it digests.

[grumblemonster]

Nothing quite like the new layer of pudge gained after fully digesting your prey...

You look good on me.