I've been using this account as a vessel to share my kink with my dear partner buuuut I think I wanna start posting some art too (after lurking for many years on here) so here's some disclaimers and warning and stuff:
Stuff you can probably expect here:
Stomach pain
Bloating
Gurgles, noises etc.
Just stomach distress in general
Scat
Emeto
Stuffing
Weight gain
Blood, some of my OCS are vampires and other such creatures ._.
DNI !!!!
Minors!! (No age in bio = block)
TERFS, homophobes, transphobes, racist people and other such vermin
(this is a wip I will properly edit it later if anything is written wrong/not clearly please let me know I'm gonna fix it 🙏)
mmmm thinkling about being a hacker who sees a perfect target while tapping through unsecured webcams one day.
cute, curvy, a small belly peeking out from under her shirt. she doesn't know anyone's watching as she idly snacks on the open bag of chips on her desk. I decide to see how little prodding it takes for her to give in to indulging her every whim.
i start off by subtly influencing her social media feeds. delicious food and porn, side by side and one right after the other. she might notice something seems different, but the porn is welcome considering the selection of toys i had amazon 'misdeliver' to her house have been getting a lot of use.
once she's started associating her newly increased orgasm rate with food, it's time to start upping the portions. she gets her groceries delivered, so it's easy to make a few substitutions and editions. Extra-thick, honey sweetened yoghurt instead of her normal low fat brand. Her favourite diet soda was 'sold out' but luckily she's well stocked in the full sugar version.
she's sure she didn't add these bags of chips to the order, or this box of donuts, but the delivery guy shrugs and says they're free so it would be silly to throw them out.
i make sure the first thing she sees when she turns on her phone in the morning is something to turn her on and something to get her stomach rumbling. hot pancakes, oozing syrup. a plate stacked with greasy bacon and eggs with a mountain of fried potatoes. some upscale bakery showing off their latest cream stuffed pastries.
at this point i'll be tracking every like, every video she lingers on just a bit too long to know exactly what she'll be unable to resist. and it's such a coincidence that a coupon for that exact bakery appeared in her inbox just as she was looking at them. it's such a good deal, and it expires today, so it would be a shame not try all of the ones she's had her eye on.
doubling her order as it comes through is a simple, explainable glitch. still, most of these pastries won't be good tomorrow, so she might as well try all of them, it's not like she has to finish them all.
later that night, as she goes back to the fridge for the fourth time, she scoops the last blob of frosting up with a scrap of pastry and sighs. she's definitely getting a little softer around the middle, but she can't worry about that now - she's just found out she's lost her job by email. she's so lucky though, because later that day she gets offered a spot on a medical weed trial she can't even remember applying for. a few well placed changes on my part and she's getting paid to smoke up every day at home, fresh flower and vape carts carefully delivered every week.
the 'study' pays well, so why shouldn't she get most of her food delivered? she's too stoned to move most of the day anyway, and she has such good luck with ordering in lately, every restaurant seems to be throwing in free extra desserts and appetisers every time she orders.
that night, her large meat feast pizza (already more than she used to order) comes with garlic bread, wings, curly fries, soda and icecream and fist sized tubs of creamy sauces. you try and ask the delivery boy a question but he mumbles something about a promotion, and what, is she going to say no to free food?
as she sits down, she barely notices as i set the youtube on her tv to start a playlist of cute girls trying different fast food places, giggling as they took huge bites of rich, calorific foods.
the strain i picked out for her has already got her hungry and horny, so she flops down on the couch in her sweatpants and t-shirt. this shirt used to be loose on her, but it's definitely stretching tighter across her tits and slightly bulging stomach. she barely notices though, grabbing a slice of pizza and chugging soda straight from the bottle as her already hazy mind gets softer. she doesn't realise she's finishing what should be a meal for a family of four until most of it's gone.
her stomach feels uncomfortably tight, straining against the waistband of her now-tight sweatpants. she pulls the band down and her stomach springs out, angry red marks showing where it had bitten into her soft flesh.
my conditioning has been working, and she doesn't know why, but the feeling of her being so stuffed makes her pussy ache, and she slides a hand into her pants to find herself dripping wet. she starts playing with herself as she finishes the lst slice of pizza, forces a few more fries into her heavy gut. the more she eats, the better her fingers feel on her clit, her flabby brain well trained at this point to associate food with sex, being stuffed full with cumming what was left of her brains out.
she's on the edge now, but she's finished the food and even though her stomach is straining and sensitive she can't make herself finish without something to eat at the same time.
she's lucky she forgot to put the icecream in the freezer. she pulls the melted tub towards herself, too pinned under the weight of her bloated stomach to even lean over for it. the thick mix of cream, sugar, chocolate and caramel pour down her throat as she slowly begins to chug the mixture. her free hand is back between her legs, frantically fucking her needy pussy as her belly stretches beyond what she thought she handle. as the last of the icecream drips down her throat she cums, harder than she thinks she's ever come before.
she slumps back, too happy to care that she's surrounded by greasy pizza boxes and that there's melted icream smeared across her tits.
watching through her webcam, i'm already planning all the fun deliveries she's going to be getting in the next fes days.
imagine your fave is horny with an upset stomach. they’ve found that humping a pillow helps them relieve some of the gas while they also get themselves off. their bed creaks as they desperately hump their pillow with very brief pauses in between as they rip deadly smelling farts into their pillow.
bonus: they shart at the same time they orgasm into their pillow.
bonus bonus: they have a roommate with a fart fetish and they’re a blushing mess listening to their friend fart loudly in between moans and bed creaking, wishing they could be the pillow.
3x bonus: that shart is just the beginning of their troubles. They profusely load their pants with mushy diarrhea, panting and riding out the aftershocks of their orgasm as the seat of their pants expands and starts to stain. When they get a break they carefully waddle to the bathroom to clean up, passing their flustered roommate in the hall outside their door.
They have to squat down in the shower to shit again, and before they can even finish drying off they're on the toilet with one hand been their legs and the other sensually rubbing their belly, moaning loudly as they pass liquid shit and huge rumbling farts.
Their poor roommate is just pressed against the bathroom door with their hand down their pants, biting their lip to keep quiet.
goddammit i just want to fawn over a whiney overstuffed and super spoiled boy and spend an evening showing how beautiful and loved he is…and then serve him dessert and tease him for having no self control 😔
good shit: when someone is totally stuffed and tries to hide their round belly under a hoodie. theyre so bloated and trying to rub it through the pocket but they're not as subtle as they think they are
