Crowley’s initial fury at Aziraphale for turning his beloved Bentley into an ice-cream truck instantly vanished when he realized he now had the perfect excuse to hand-feed his angel every single flavor.
Read fic by @sparkle-in-the-stars - A Taste of Temptation
Heyy not sure how active you are on here, read ur most recent fic on A03, loved it! Came for the burps and stayed for the lore lol
Would you write anything else more gas focused? Farts to be specific. If not pls ignore me lol
Hey there! Thanks for reading and for reaching out! I’m less active on this blog, but my main is very active, so I am still very much on tumblr and do see notifications here.
Gas isn’t something that turns me on that much right now… but I will say the aspects of this kink that get me going have definitely evolved over time. There was a time when I thought I would never enjoy emeto and it still only works for me under really specific conditions, but I have written it several times.
So I definitely wouldn’t rule out gas in my future but no plans for it. Thanks again for the ask!
Thinking a lot about the different stages of being full.
When you first start to feel it. At a normal meal, you would have stopped eating by now. It isn't hard to keep going, but you're aware of the food travelling to your stomach, in a new way; stretching gently. Maybe your sides feel a little bit tight, or your waistband does. When you put a hand on your stomach, it feels denser, heavier. A pleasant overindulgence. You could stop, now, and drift into a thick, comfortable doze. Or– you could keep going.
You hit a point where the next bite's not so easy, anymore. You're thinking about swallowing, each time, instead of it happening automatically. Maybe you put your food down, for a moment, to catch your breath, and find it a little hard to pick it back up. Your belly doesn't just feel dense- it feels rounder, pushing out of its usual frame to spill into your hand, bulging out to accommodate your indulgence. The taste of food lingers in your mouth, at the back of your throat, even after you swallow. When you stand, your belly is a weight. It pulls at you, heavy, starting to get in the way when you move. Your body doesn't want you to keep going- you would have to do it by sheer force of will.
And then even will isn't enough. You're half-lidded, sprawled back to make room for your bulging stomach, breathing shallowly. You can't force the fork to your mouth. Chewing is a horrible chore. Swallowing is almost impossible. Your skin is tight, stretched thin over the massive ball of food beneath. It's not just your breath that's shallow- not just your lungs being pressed on by your massive belly. It feels like everything in you has been shoved aside by the sheer amount of food– even your thoughts. They're distant and fuzzy, consumed with the weight and roundness and tightness of you, the fullness, how your belly aches at the top, where new food is piled up, strains at the sides and bottom, where everything that came before is sitting, leadenly... it feels so good, and right, to be this way, even as you groan and pant and burp, stomach struggling audibly. Maybe you can force down just one more bite....
It’s live! Doing a big jump forward in time to when Lawrence and Nathaniel have been married for 11 years! And…. we meet their kids! But first there’s description of weight gain and plenty of burping. I hope you’ll check it out.
I have this idea for a story in the Egg Cycle universe, but I think if I wait to write it out as a whole story, I'll lose it, so I'm just going to put this here.
Tags: alien digestion, alien anatomy (2 stomachs!), stuffing, belly rubs, burping (sort of), weight gain, cultural exchange.
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In this era of intergalactic travel, the government of Earth has formed the Earth Welcoming Corps. When an alien from somewhere far away visits Earth, they can request a Guide from the Earth Welcoming Corps. The Guides are one part chauffer, one part tour guide, one part host, and one part fixer. They will accompany the visitor around Earth, showing them things they want to see and making sure the visit goes smoothly so that when the visitor is ready to leave, they take a positive report back to their home world.
Being an EWC Guide is generally seen as a good job to take when you first finish your education and before embarking on a long-term career. The pay isn't great, but the EWC covers all of the Guides's expenses and gives them a very nice shuttle to fly visitors around in. Plus, if a young human is interested in working on a starship eventually — particularly one with non-human crew and/or passengers — working as an EWC Guide is viewed as a good way to gain relevant experience before you're ready to leave the planet.
Joe, one of the Armecto's passenger liaisons, served as an EWC Guide when he first finished school, and was, at one point, assigned to a visitor named Doran from a species that had rarely been to Earth before. During the initial orientation, the visitor is screened to make sure that standard substances that they are likely to come into contact with will not be toxic to them, and that food that is safe for humans will also be safe for the visitor.
Orientation complete, Joe and Doran set out to see the major sights of Earth. There is a standard EWC itinerary which can be modified based on the visitor's preferences. Everything is going well the first day. Joe and Doran are getting to know each other and Joe is pretty sure that Doran is enjoying himself. During their first meal together, Doran keeps remarking on how high in nutrients the food is. He eats a small portion and then retires to his room. Joe doesn't really know his body language yet, but thinks that Doran seemed pleased and sleepy. The next morning when Joe offers Doran breakfast, Doran tells him that he won't need to eat again for another 12 hours. Joe says that that's fine, and he'll grab something for the road.
The next evening, Joe asks if Doran would be interested in a meal in a restaurant. After Joe explains what that is, Doran agrees. Doran clearly enjoys himself, and though he eats what, to Joe, looks like a small portion, his belly is visibly swollen when they leave and he's making occasional gurgle noises that he tries to cover up with his hand. Joe delicately asks if Doran is feeling okay, and Doran says that the food was extremely nutrient rich and he needs to undergo a digestion process. It's a half hour flight back to the hotel, so Joe assures Doran that he has no objection to Doran doing whatever he needs in order to take care of himself and feel comfortable. Doran loosens his clothing over his swollen belly and starts rubbing it, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. Every so often he makes one of the gurgle noises, after which he makes another sound that, were he human, Joe would interpret as a moan of pleasure. It's making Joe feel a little hot under the collar, but he scolds himself that that is an inappropriate reaction to a visitor he's guiding and resolutely keeps his attention on flying the shuttle. When they arrive at the hotel, Doran fixes his clothes and tells Joe that he quite liked the restaurant. His belly is still a bit swollen, but less than it was and lower down. As they leave the shuttle Doran seems a little unsteady on his feet and is moving slowly, but appears pleased and sleepy.
They keep going on their tour and settle into a pattern where Doran very happily eats one meal per day, after which he retires to his room for the night or does his digestion process on the shuttle if there is a flight between the restaurant and the hotel. Joe has not quite admitted it to himself, but he may be planning meals further from the hotels than absolutely necessary, giving himself more time to watch Doran rub his swollen belly on the flight back.
After several days, Joe notices that the swelling in Doran's lower belly hasn't been receding and the visitor is now sporting what, on a human, would look like a round potbelly. Joe thinks he can handle this tactfully.
"Um, Doran, I hope you don't mind me saying something. But I've noticed a change in the shape of your abdomen recently. I just want to make sure everything is alright?"
Doran makes the noise that Joe has learned is like a chuckle. "Oh yes. More than alright. My secondary stomach is just nice and full from all this lovely rich food you've been giving me. It's a very pleasing shape, isn't it?"
"Yes, ah, very pleasing. You have a secondary stomach?"
"Oh yes! When I eat something, it goes into my primary stomach, and I need to digest it into my secondary stomach." He pats his round lower belly. "Nutrient rich food will stay in my secondary stomach for several cycles. On my planet this kind of belly is the sign of someone very wealthy who can afford to eat well all the time. I certainly see why rich people like it. Are you well, Joe? The skin on your face has turned red."
After observing that Doran seems to especially like fish and rice, Joe takes him for sushi a few days later. Doran loves it. He loves watching the chef prepare the dishes. He loves the sushi itself. He loves soy sauce. Joe is thrilled that he made such a successful choice, and he can't help but watch out of the corner of his eye as Doran's belly swells and swells. Doran is eating nearly as much as Joe, which is at least four or five times his normal portion, and the expanse of his belly shows it. Joe is wondering if he should say something when Doran gives a loud gurgle followed by a quiet groan. He suddenly looks down at his belly and groans again, gently palming it.
Joe quickly pays for their food, and stands to go. Doran gets to his feet but has to lean against the counter as he makes a sound that seems something like a hiccup. He takes a step towards Joe, but is unsteady on his feet and Joe reaches out to catch his arm.
"Ohh, 'm sorry, Joe." Doran makes the hiccup sound again. "Ate too much."
"I'm glad you enjoyed the food," Joe tells him. "Let me help you."
Doran leans against Joe as they make their way out to the shuttle, hiccuping and gurgling the whole time. Joe thinks he can hear additional grumbling from Doran's belly and he tries to toe the line between getting Doran to the shuttle as quickly as possible and not jostling his clearly overloaded belly more than absolutely necessary.
Once in the shuttle, Joe settles Doran into the passenger seat. Doran's expression looks vacant and uncomfortable, and as he takes off, Joe is alarmed to see that Doran isn't rubbing his belly like he usually does after a meal.
"Doran," Joe says once they're in the air and Doran hasn't moved. "Do you… need help or anything? That was a big meal for you."
Doran just groans and paws ineffectually at his belly, but does nothing to loosen his clothes where they are clearly straining against the swell.
Joe double checks that it's safe, then puts the shuttle on autopilot and goes to kneel next to Doran's seat. "Doran," he says, "it seems like you're having trouble doing your digestion process, so I'm going to loosen your clothing, alright?" Doran grunts in a way that seems affirmative, so Joe carefully unfastens Doran's outer layer of clothes. Doran's belly immediately pushes forward, and Doran moans like he does when he's digesting. This close, Joe can definitely hear grumbling and gurgling from within Doran's belly and he is hit with the mental image of all that sushi being slowly digested from one stomach into another.
Except that Doran still isn't rubbing his belly in the way that Joe has understood to be critical for that digestion. Instead, he still looks dazed and uncomfortable.
"Doran…" Joe licks his lips. "Do you need help rubbing your belly?" Doran grunts in a way that Joe isn't quite sure of. Joe holds his hand above Doran's belly. "Is, um, is it okay for me to touch your belly?" he asks. In response, Doran clumsily grabs Joe's wrist and brings his hand to Doran's swollen belly.
"Oh, okay." Joe gulps. Doran's belly is warm to the touch, and firm, but with a little bit of give. Joe starts to rub his hand over the upper part of the belly as he's seen Doran do so many times, and Doran immediately lets out a very loud gurgle followed by relieved moan and another gurgle. That seems like a good sign, so Joe keeps going. After several more gurgles and moans, Doran shifts in his seat, seeming a little more lucid.
"Ohh, thank you, Joe. I needed that."
Reluctantly, Joe makes himself stop rubbing. "Of- of course! Happy to help! Do you… um?"
"If you do not mind and if it is safe to let the shuttle fly itself, I would appreciate more of your help. I have never indulged so much in my life. I feel quite overwhelmed."
Smiling, Joe starts up the belly rub again.
When they get back to the hotel, Doran tells Joe that they will need to cancel their plans for the following day, as he will need to rest and digest. Joe helps him back to his room and makes sure he gets comfortably settled. Which takes the form of another, lengthy, belly rub.
When Doran returns to his home planet several weeks later, he waddles down the ramp of the starship, sporting the figure of a very wealthy man.
i have to admit it fantasy digestion scenarios where it takes someone a day or two to digest an entire meal are so good to me. either due to the massive quantity of food they ate or because whatever they had is simply going to take that long to break down, the idea of being that heavy and warm and sluggish, stuck with the roundest belly you've ever seen after just one meal or instance of indulging is so soooo hot. HOT HOT HOT. it probably wouldn't be that much fun irl, but the idea of being out of commission for that long, unable to do anything but lay there and process literal pounds of fat, sugar, protein and carbs for hours and hours is a hugee turn on to fantasize about good god.
the amount of energy their body would need to digest such a massive amount of food would put them out like a light. they'd be in it for the long haul with a ridiculously long food coma, but their tummy would be so heavy and sore and aching that they'd have to keep rubbing it while drifting in and out of consciousness...... dreaming about all that food and savoring the memory of what they ate the whole time.
especially hot if their full tummy won't stop groaning and bubbling, or if they're burping and moaning shamelessly in the whole time, too out of it to stifle their body's sounds out of politeness or do anything else.
an entire day benched from being so, so stuffed. more than what should even be remotely possible.
I think mild/comfortable stuffing is soooooo cute. character who's struggled to eat enough, maybe due to stress or mental illness or just lacking the energy to get themselves anything substantial. getting to have a nice, completely filling and satisfying meal that makes them feel warm and cozy in a way they're not used to. it might not be a lot in an absolute sense, but it's a lot for them, and their little tummy is packed full, rounded just a bit more than usual. they sit down, sleepy and blissful, rubbing their belly and letting out soft belches as they try to digest.
Just a scene I had in my head. The girls tempt him with tons of food all the time 🥵 I’d imagine he’s got the same thing going on that Akira had in Devilman Crybaby where as his demon powers are starting to manifest his appetite is MASSIVE and he can get pushed into overindulging really easily and doesn’t even understand why 🤤 also I just wanted to draw him in a tight button-up shirt lmao
Watching Culinary Class Wars which is a Korean cooking show available dubbed on Netflix.
I think I posted before about how much food the judges eat in the first elimination round (it’s so fucking much, y’all. it’s edited to look like it all happens in one day but it seems physically impossible without there being Serious Tummy Consequences the likes of which I would like to write and/or read about) but I’m back to talk about the head to head rounds.
You see, the head to head rounds are blind taste tests. The judges know what the challenge ingredient is, but not only do they not know which contestant has prepared which dish, they can’t even see the dish before an attendant feeds it to them. It looks like this.
And I just…
Pudgy man in a 3 piece suit blindfolded and being fed? Pudgy man in a 3 piece suit who previously has been presented as eating insane amounts of food??? Excuse me while I expire.
Last night I was at a super fancy restaurant with a prix fixe menu and like eight courses. The food was utterly incredible, no joke one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten. And even though there were 8 courses, the portions were very small so at the end you’re totally full but not overloaded.
Sitting at a table that I could see over my dining partner’s shoulder, was this tall man in a beautiful, flower-print button down shirt, with a magnificent round belly. Like this guy had the exact look that I picture characters in kink stories having and we were at an incredibly decadent restaurant being served course after course. And his shirt fit him well and it wasn’t too much food… but what if the portions had been bigger… what if those buttons ended up straining…
This scenario isn’t leaving my head any time soon.
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