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@heftything
hello ! 📌
im too shy to give away my name so just call me thing or heft , welcome to my blog 21+ , no minors , queer !
this is my kink blog... i needed a space to be open about these things rather than keeping it repressed ! the autistic aroace pervert is here to be weird about bellies !
stuff is all gonna be organized via emojis :P it'll be a mix of fandom and irl stuff here i think :P? ! if something else needs to be tagged , lmk ! :D no pr0sh1p bigots or exclus 🖕
i got so drunk 2 nights ago i almost drunkenly admitted i was into tummies. i gotta relax.
my tummy bloats so easily when i get stressed or nervous so im just laying here so conflicted like owww my tummy but also hahuuhuh my belllyyyyyyy
Shit…I did not need that, you hopelessly gripe to yourself, clutching a hand over your full stomach in the car. You just finished off a double bacon cheeseburger with fries after an annoyingly long day at work.
But god it tasted so good, you think to yourself absentmindedly as you unbutton your pants for the short drive back home. You stayed at work late today, knowing your beloved partner was home waiting for you, longing to join you on the couch for some much-needed vegging out.
You pull up to your humble abode, belly full, but not painfully so. You heave a sigh before you suck yourself in just enough to redo your pants button before wadddling inside. “Waddling” is the only way you can describe it at the moment.
Much to your dismay, as you open the door, the intoxicating aroma of a freshly cooked dinner hits you like a brick wall.
“Hi baby! I knew you were working late today so I -”
Their words stop in their throat when they see you. You like to think it’s just the joy of having you home with them at last that stops them, but you know the truth. Your tummy is stretching rather tautly against your shirt, much more noticeably than it had been when you left for work that morning. Your partner isn’t oblivious.
“Oh, babe. You look exhausted. You kick your feet up and relax, dinner is almost ready.”
Dinner? You just had dinner! But Jesus, the look in their doe eyes would make you rather disappear into the ground than refuse them. By the smell of it they’ve been working for hours on whatever they’re cooking up, and far be it from you to let that go to waste. You do as you’re told and take your seat on the sofa afront the TV, anxiously awaiting whatever they are bound to present to you.
And present they do. A short few moments later, once you’re fully relaxed and engrossed into an episode of your favorite show, a heaping bowl of creamy, decadent pasta is planted in front of your softening face. It smells…buttery. Impossibly decadent. Fattening.
A single second passes where you think, I could say no, but you don’t. You couldn’t bear to let their efforts go to waste. And so instead you say, “thank you, baby. This looks delicious,” before you shovel a forkful into your greedy mouth.
And delicious it is. You were right about the decadence, of course. Your arteries can feel the fat, even before you swallow. You’re attuned to it now. You’ve grown to crave this indulgence, this excess. No matter how much you eat, you feel you can’t refuse another bite. Of anything. Ever.
Forkful after forkful, you feel the top of your stomach expanding, growing tighter with each bite. But still you can’t stop. It’s addictive.
“What did you put in this, babe?” you question, feigning ignorance, pretending to be enamored by your beloved’s skills in the kitchen. You’re lying, though. Inside you know it’s just that you’re insatiable, unable to resist the temptations of a warm meal.
“Nothing new, hon, I just figured you’d be hungry since you worked so late.”
You know they’re lying, too. Both of you complicit in what’s happening. You’re getting fatter with every bite you take, and you both know it, and neither of you are upset by it. The itch of your growing stretchmarks betray your façade.
You finish the first bowl, full now beyond able to ignore, but you ask for seconds anyway.
“God, you’re such a great cook. How’d I get so lucky?” You say innocently, giving your rounded belly a pat. “I’m so full! My mouth wants more but my stomach is protesting.”
It’s true. Your gut aches, but you’ve grown to crave this. This overfull, overindulged sensation.
Your partner moves to you gracefully, adorably, nothing but love in their eyes.
“Doesn’t look like you’re that upset, babe,” they say, eyes perceptively locked on your crotch. Their hand moves between your thighs and begins to rub.
“I hope you saved room for dessert.”
something very very cute about when somebody is eating well and gains enough weight that when you slide your fingers along the waistband of their boxers or panties, you’re met with a bit of difficulty and resistance due to the new lil layer of plushness stretching the elastic a little further than usual. something very very precious about how nicely underwear frames a bit of extra chub <3
Just gonna leave this here as I sip on whiskey and snack.....
tummy rubs really are one of the sweetest things ever. someone wanting to make sure your meal settles well in your belly or wanting to soothe you and help you relax or wanting to ease any pain in your tummy or just wanting to show affection by rubbing a tender part of your body.
Fatty greedy Tenna telly!!!! saw some people draw him similar and needed to follow them like the freak I am!
moreee fucking plush tenna VORE !!!!!!!!!!!
more plush tenna stuff this time w actual vore. and more info. decided to use actual text this time cus my handwriting is so shit. idc how cringe this is hes literally just my autism cave... when ur giant plush tv husband doubles as a living pillow fort.....
more of my plush tenna art here and here. also vore fic based on him written by a mutual (uncredited) here!
Fat Tenna returns, more clothing malfunction- can you guys tell this is a theme?
Mmmm Tenna boxers....
Saying they need to "let everything settle" while physically unable to move too much after a meal? 💦💦
Those little gestures. When you lean back after a meal, your belly sticking out round as a ball, and you slide your waistband to the narrowest spot beneath that mountain of a belly to make yourself more comfortable. You say you’re so full. And I say, “Ice cream?” and your eyes light up and you say, “Of course, yes.” When I put a bag of chips next to you half an hour later and your hand immediately sinks into it until there isn’t a single chip left. Then you pull up your shirt, show me your stuffed belly, and look like a little puppy begging to have its belly rubbed. Nothing would make me happier, my good boy! Take that shirt off right now. My hands stroke and knead your fullness, and you look so happy and content it makes my heart sing. But once you’ve digested a bit, you could do me a favor and lie down on top of me, couldn’t you? I love feeling your weight, too. It calms me so much and is so cozy.
not a very sexy post but sometimes just the very basic idea of someone finding a round tummy genuinely genuinely cute and attractive and not seeing anything shameful in eating, wanting to eat and being full makes me emotional. its so tragic how demonized a literal body part and a normal state of being have become
Thinking about patting his belly after cooking him a big meal, and him politely trying (and failing) to stifle a huge belch 🤭like awww, so cute, no need to be polite around me baby!
I don't even know what you would call this. But the need to be fucked by someone who is so unbelievably full that their stomach sloshes and gurgles with every thrust... Maybe not so full that it hurts.. But enough that it's *just barely* uncomfortable to where their a whimpering, moaning mess from not only the bang but their stomach too. I'd kill for that.
And maybe if they get tired I take it from there, after all being on top would make it easier to rub their poor stomach ay?
I love being a switch
gripping the belly while making out or making love is one of the most sacred acts a person can commit
THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING.
