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22/female/bi | I occasionally produce burping/stuffing kink content, but mostly I'm just sad :( | Feel free to send any requests/asks my way, I can't promise I'll get to all of them, but if I'm into it, I'll definitely try 

[kinkmaster3000]

New blog is up :))

Hi yall, I finally made a new blog, it’s @stuffedgills 

I’m going to be experimenting with some new content there as my interests have broadened, but I will still be posting a lot of the same kind of stuff that I posted here, so please follow if you want to see more of my art/writing :)

[stuffedgills]

breaking news: fish eats fish

[kinkmaster3000]

this page is pretty much dead now, rip. not sure if anyone is still interested in my content because I haven't posted in a while but I will be making a new one where I'll post more scenarios/writing/rpg maker stuff. I'll link it when it's up. i'll leave a few of my posts ups here, not going to deactivate it but I will purge it heavily

I'm probably done doing fanfic stuff for the most part, might write some occaisionally but I just don't enjoy it anymore and haven't really for a while. I know I won't get nearly as many followers/interactions by not writing/drawing for popular fandoms anymore but I'm really not feeling it at all, sorry to anyone who took the time to write out requests in dms/asks. will still write scenarios/prompts and make original fiction/art though

[vgbellylover]

Original stuff is good too!

(ps, I'm still working on that sequel to that fanfic I wrote abt ur game)

[kinkmaster3000]

@vgbellylover ooo fr? that's awesome, pls @ me when you post it so i can read it 😀

still working on chapter 2 of the game btw, its pretty much written but the actual game part is taking forever 😮‍💨

[kinkmaster3000]

Noooo dont purge, leave all of em up pls, i still read em after 5+ yrs D:

Sorry anon :( tbh I'm very critical of my own work and it distresses me knowing that writing that I think is bad or have some kind of issue with remaining up, even though i'm technically anonymous here

But they all still exist, I don't ever write things directly into tumblr, I have learned that the hard way. she is a greedy bastard who loves to eat my posts, lol. So if there are any specific stories you want to save, just DM me and I'll send them your way

[kinkmaster3000]

this page is pretty much dead now, rip. not sure if anyone is still interested in my content because I haven't posted in a while but I will be making a new one where I'll post more scenarios/writing/rpg maker stuff. I'll link it when it's up. i'll leave a few of my posts ups here, not going to deactivate it but I will purge it heavily

I'm probably done doing fanfic stuff for the most part, might write some occaisionally but I just don't enjoy it anymore and haven't really for a while. I know I won't get nearly as many followers/interactions by not writing/drawing for popular fandoms anymore but I'm really not feeling it at all, sorry to anyone who took the time to write out requests in dms/asks. will still write scenarios/prompts and make original fiction/art though

[kinkmaster3000]

Thanksgiving Story

CONTAINS: stuffing, burping, belly kink

This has been sitting nearly completed in my files for a minute but I wanted to wait for turkey month to post it. Also it came from an old prompt in my ask box that I accidentally deleted so rip and sorry to that anon

It was one of those A and B prompts and I didn’t feel like writing fanfic so I decided to just make up a few characters that I will probably never use again (idk). I wrote this seeing them as two guys in their mid 20s with the feedee being lean and brunette and his boyfriend being blonde and having a bit more muscle/belly. I didn’t use a lot of specific physical descriptions though so imagine them looking however you want

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[vgbellylover]

Based on that RPG @kinkmaster3000 made. I don’t think I captured the character’s personalities quite right, I’m not that good at writing characters who are assholes. This took me about a month and a half to write. I hope you enjoy it.

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[kinkmaster3000]

WOAH this this the highest honor 🙏🙏 I did not expect anyone to like my game enough to write a fic 😳😳 

This is really good, the stuffing and the aftercare are 👌👌, so detailed and descriptive, like seriously this is so hot. The food descriptions are legit hunger-inducing lol

Also I really liked your characterizations! I think you wrote them to be more likeable characters than I did lol. Definitely more fluffy than the game but it was super cute ///

[kinkmaster3000]

Thanksgiving Story

CONTAINS: stuffing, burping, belly kink

This has been sitting nearly completed in my files for a minute but I wanted to wait for turkey month to post it. Also it came from an old prompt in my ask box that I accidentally deleted so rip and sorry to that anon

It was one of those A and B prompts and I didn’t feel like writing fanfic so I decided to just make up a few characters that I will probably never use again (idk). I wrote this seeing them as two guys in their mid 20s with the feedee being lean and brunette and his boyfriend being blonde and having a bit more muscle/belly. I didn’t use a lot of specific physical descriptions though so imagine them looking however you want

A wet hiccup, despondent and pathetic, popped out of Cal as his boyfriend helped him onto the bed in his parents dusty guest bedroom. As Heath started to undo the buttons on Cal’s dress shirt, he couldn’t help but note that the conservative, dated interior only served to amplify how debauched and vulgar his normally reserved boyfriend looked, lying spread eagle on his mother’s stiff, paisley quilt with a prominent, exposed food baby that gurgled and squelched furiously.

“I’m sorry… oh my god I’m so sorry for doing this tonight… I just-”

“Babe,” Heath laughed, “Relax! It’s Thanksgiving, like, the one day a year where you’re supposed to be a total pig.

Cal squirmed rigidly on the firm, uncomfortable guest bed, lightly grazing his massive stomach with his fingers but seeming reluctant to actually touch it, let alone rub it. “I-I’ve never eaten this much before, ever… I feel like I’m actually going to tear my stomach open, am I going to die, Heath?”

“Of course not, you big baby.”

“...It really, really hurts… like, so bad….”

Heath frowned. As much as he enjoyed teasing Cal, he had to admit that the amount he had eaten was abnormal for any human being. Heath considered himself to be a glutton, having pounded back his fair share of mashed potatoes and stuffing, but the amount that Cal had eaten? It was incredible, really. Faced with the amazing spread that Heath’s mother had prepared for everyone, Cal had completely lost control. A few bites, and it was like a switch had been flipped in his brain, forcing him to dispose of as much food as possible.

If he had been paying close attention (he had), he would say that about a third of the entire turkey had disappeared down Cal’s throat. He’d piled an enormous plate with turkey, stuffing, and potatoes with thick, brown gravy pooled on top, drizzling down the edges. Heath had been dumbfounded when he saw him bring it out (almost scolding him for “his eyes being bigger than his stomach”), but even more so when Cal pounded all of it down in fifteen minutes and went back for seconds, between mouthfuls of red wine.

He came back a few minutes later with another, even bigger plate, piled with yams, greens, corn, rolls, casserole and even more turkey and stuffing. He dug into it as if it were the first thing he'd eaten that day.

Heath had reached his fill of food by that point; the only things catching his interest then were the small gaps that were starting to form between the buttons of Cal's shirt. While he was getting a bit concerned, he couldn't help his fascination. Was he really eating that much that his stomach was visibly swelling out?

Cal seemed somewhat self-conscious despite his lack of control and increasingly inebriated state, asking Heath in a hushed whisper, "Do you think they would mind if I took more? I've had so much already…"

Honestly, his family hadn’t seemed to mind at all. In fact, they had seemed thrilled. Cal was often shy with them, reluctant to participate in any “fun family activities” on holidays or vacations, and generally not very forthcoming with conversation or information about himself. It was clear that he felt intimidated by them. 

But not tonight- Cal had guzzled wine and eaten himself into a stupor, getting into the mood of things and joining the conversations between giant mouthfuls of food. He’d even offered up a few funny (aka embarrassing) stories about Heath as a payment for the amazing meal. A few times, Heath had caught his mother looking at him, giddy and confused, as if to ask “what’s gotten into him? I like it.”, to which Heath could only shrug his shoulders with a smile, as if to say “I don’t know, but I like it too.”

At one point in their meal, as Cal was scarfing down a mouthful of green beans, Heath's father, jovial as ever, had come up behind him and slapped him on the back. Cal tensed up, and for a dark moment Heath thought he might be choking, until a raucous belch rumbled out of him. 

Cal looked just as shocked at the noise as everyone else, burying his face in his hands when they all had a good laugh at his expense. He seemed more withdrawn for a few moments afterwards, but wasted no time in getting back to glutting himself. For Cal, who had once locked himself in an airplane bathroom for forty-five minutes when he got the hiccups on a cross-country flight, Heath considered this a major improvement.

As happy as he was that Cal had finally made himself at home with his family for the first time in their long relationship, he could see that it had come at a price. Sure, he may have enjoyed himself earlier, the discomfort that Cal was feeling now looked extreme. Heath’s own belly ached ten times worse when he looked at Cal’s taut, reddened stomach jutting out. He looked like he was six months pregnant, with the mass concentrated heavily in his upper abdomen. 

His ribs tensed as he sucked in shallow pained breaths, moaning and writhing. Normally, he would accuse him of melodrama, but he was sure that he really was in that much pain right now. It hurt him to see Cal like this, even if it was his own fault, but he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He wanted to reach out and massage his bloated stomach, easing out all of the pain, but he figured that, if doing so wasn’t going to turn Cal into a fountain, the man would already be doing it himself. 

“...I’m sorry it’s hurting so bad, babe. Do you think you could maybe work up a few burps?”

Cal flustered, both at Heath’s unusually sweet tone and his proposition. “W-what? Don’t ask that, it’s weird… What if they hear? It’s bad enough that I did one at the table, in front of your extended family… oh god…” 

Heath snorted, “They seemed to get a kick out of it. Did it make you feel better when you did it before?”

Cal gave a muffled hiccup, bringing a fist up to his mouth as he gagged slightly. “Ungh… I guess it made it a little easier to breathe, but… I think I’d puke.”

“Don’t worry about it, my mom has a million of these fugly quilts. If you ruin this one, I’ll just bag this one up and venture her hoard for another one. Trust me, she won’t even notice!”

“Urrrgh…” Cal groaned, fidgeting uncomfortably. “I- *hic*- I dunno…”

Heath sighed, “You’re gonna get worse before you get better if you keep holding everything in like this...” Heath scanned the room, spotting a small trash can in the corner. “A-ha!” I’ll hold this under you if you start to gag, okay? C’mon, just a little one, you’ll feel so much better.”

“Ugh… you’re so strange, sometimes, Heath…” Cal slowly sat up, hissing in pain. “Unnh… Oh god-”

Cal suddenly tensed up, bringing a hand to his mouth. Heath lunged with the can, but Cal held up his remaining palm as a deep, airy belch travelled up from his bloated stomach. It stopped abruptly, and Cal sat, contemplating. “Huh… I think that did help, a bit. I’m… I’m gonna try it again.”

Heath nodded encouragingly, internally glad that he didn’t have to do any laundry tonight. Cal’s chest rose and fell, trying to force up the many pockets of air that had become trapped within layers of food, swallowed during his frantic eating. They didn’t come easily. Tiny burps and hiccups, but nothing that seemed to bring him even a modicum of relief. 

He took an especially sharp inhale and gagged a bit, doubling over, swearing uncharacteristically and groaning in pain and frustration. “I can’t… it won’t come up…”

Hesitantly, Heath brought his hand to Cal’s stomach. “Can- may I touch you?”

“Huh? N-no need to be so formal… but you can’t get mad if I throw up, okay?”

Heath nodded and touched Cal’s stomach lightly. This was certainly not his first time feeling up this area of his boyfriend’s body, but this was the first time it had felt so bizarre. He cupped his large hands around the sides of it, applying the lightest pressure as he ran them along it’s curve. It was unbelievably taut, the skin pulled almost like a drum. He couldn’t explain why, but something about this was causing him to stir. Perhaps it was the way that Cal had completely lost control, but this side of him was so alluring. He was often serious and shy, rarely opening up about or standing up for himself. He loved Cal despite his quiet, doormat ways, but tonight he had been greedy, so greedy that he’d lost himself in it. He’d taken what he wanted, certainly far more than his fair share among the dozen or so people that had shown up, and belched out his satisfaction in front of them. He was holding this massive hoard of food, his prize, in this gigantic stomach of his, like a snake would hold its prey, shamelessly towering over the rest of his lithe figure. 

Or, that’s how Heath saw it, at least. He’d always had an overactive imagination. 

“Oww… I can feel everything shifting around… keep doing that, I think it’s- *hic*- I think it’s working.”

Heath smiled, continuing the same motions with a little more force.

“Ooo… stop a second, Heath, I’m-” Cal let out a soft, quiet belch that seemed to go on endlessly. Seeming frustrated that more wasn’t coming out, he tensed up, concentration evident in his features. He strained as it came to an end, becoming much louder for an instant. “Hah… wait-” Another belch, this one much louder and very guttural, sounding like it had come from the depths of his stomach.

“Ha! Good one, there you go!”

“Oh, fuck… that felt amazing...” Cal moaned, and Heath thought it was maybe the hottest thing he’d ever heard him say. He laid back, rubbing his stomach with half-lidded eyes. “Keep rubbing, babe, please… it still hurts way too badly for me to relax.”

Heath alternated patting Cal’s bloated stomach and firmly rubbing circles in it. Cal seemed to be in heaven from the feeling of his hands working out the aches, letting out delighted little sighs any time he applied more pressure. Heath began alternating between rubbing and patting Cal’s stomach. It felt a bit like slapping a watermelon, and made a similar sound as well. It seemed to be doing the trick, because the tiny, strained burps that Cal had been constantly forcing up were getting bigger.

“Ugh- '' Cal let out a groan that trailed off into a truly massive belch, alternating between an airy and throaty sound and going on and on. Cal pitched forward and shut his eyes as it was dragged out of him by Heath’s constant pats, in clear ecstasy from the feeling of the unbearable pressure being released.

“Oh my gooood.... That’s soooo much better,” Cal sighed, laying back with a small hiccup, “Heath… I had no idea it could feel that good to burp.”

“That’s because you never do it,” Heath laughed, “I’ve maybe heard you burp like, twice, before today, and you apologized for like 5 minutes each time.”

“‘Cause it’s rude… I don’t wanna be gross on purpose, but I just can’t help it right now. It really, really hurts. It's like my stomach's being stretched unnaturally, y'know? I-I'm kind of worried that-"

Heath kneaded Cal’s stomach firmly without warning, and another string of belches crackled out of him. He tilted his head upwards as an especially long one groaned out of his parted lips. It suddenly quieted, and Cal tightly squeezed his arms around his own stomach, loudly extending it by pushing up another pocket of air.

“Fuuuuck…” Cal’s eyes rolled back, and he rested against the headboard, panting.

“Hey, how come you never make those little moans and faces at me when we’re doing it? I’m a little offended!”

“Because, it feels good, but it doesn’t feel this good,” Cal laughed.

"Is that so?" Heath slapped Cal’s stomach, forcing out another sharp belch.

"Knock it off, I'm still a bit sick…" Cal sat up with a huff, the movement effortlessly dislodging another forceful belch. "Mm… excuse me. It doesn't hurt nearly as much, though. Maybe we could go back downstairs and get some leftovers later? After everyone's gone to bed, of course. I don't want anyone else to see me eating more food tonight."

Heath laughed as he dragged his fingers along Cal's stomach, which had softened considerably. "Believe me, I'd love nothing more."

[kinkmaster3000]

Anyone have any writing requests or want to talk/send asks about kink stuff? I still have several asks in my inbox that I’m working on but I’m starting to run out. I’m in kind of a mood and would love to write more and read other people’s ideas

[kinkmaster3000]

Do you prefer guys who are proud of or embarrassed by their burps? I'm Team Embarrassed.

It honestly depends on the day for me. Sometimes I like to imagine someone being mortified by their uncontrollable burps, and other times someone not giving a fuck is the most attractive thing.

For the most part I’d say embarrassed, though? I definitely write about that more often, I think. I really like the urgency aspect of this kink, and I think having the burper be mentally unwilling but in serious physical need is hot; if they’re the type to get embarrassed, then them burping is either the result of them needing to so badly they couldn’t control it, or making the conscious decision that losing face is worth the relief. Either scenario makes my brain melt thinking about it so I think I’ll tentatively go with team embarrassed here. It’s a pretty even split, though. It just depends on the person/character and the situation I guess.

[trashytummiez]

Can we talk about how hot the buildup to a huge burp is for a sec? <3

Someone is leaning back rubbing their tummy after a really big meal but then they sit up and announce they have a big one coming? They hold their finger up and just look vacant for a few seconds. Then they take a breath put a hand on their belly and then just let out this massive beefy burp that just rumbles out of their mouth like a shotgun blast. And then their eyes roll to the back of their head when they lean back in their seat with a hefty sigh of relief when they pat their stomach and moan about how much better they feel.

Or maybe there was so much gas that they tell you to wait and immediately release a short but deep after burp or two so they can really get all the gas out of their tummy at once until they finally feel relieved. Tell that doesn't hit all the buttons >/////<

[kinkmaster3000]

25 for the burp thing

25. What’s your biggest fantasy involving burping?

Ah shit I have a new one like every week lol, this stuff is like a worm in my head at all times. I’ll just list one that's been on my mind lately

I like the idea of hanging out alone with someone I’m attracted to while they casually gorge themselves and belch openly. They aren’t making a show for me or anything, they don’t even know I like it. They’re hungry and they’re comfortable enough around me to relieve themselves when they inevitably overdo it. They’ll lay back with a groan, patting or prodding their full stomach to try and make room, either to ease their stomach ache or to put more food in the spaces left by the air. I have this specific fantasy of someone who's completely stuffed to the limit while watching TV squeezing out a huge burp when they bend down to pick up the remote. I like the idea of someone doubling over, rocking back and forth, shaking their stomach or even pressing it against furniture to try and force up more belches. All the while, they make occasional complaints about how stuffed they are, and when they bring up a particularly relieving belch, they'll moan, sigh or make a comment on how they feel better now.

[kinkmaster3000]

MORE SHOWER BURPS SCENARIOS

OKOK HERE YOU GO

-Hotel showers. They're stuck sharing a room with someone they aren't very comfortable with (like a coworker on a business trip or something), and don't want to burp in front of them, but they've been holding everything in all day and it's killing them. So, they make a rush for the shower pretty much immediately after they get settled in the room, and they start letting out long, quiet burps in the shower, trying very hard to control the volume.

     -In the middle of a particularly long one they lose control, and it roars out of them. They can tell it was much louder than the shower water and they're freaking out a bit, praying that the other person didn't hear them.

     -(They did. Hotel walls aren’t that thin.)

-Someone does a full, demanding day of work without any meals. When they get home, they're exhausted and ravenous, so they scarf down a huge amount of food straight from the fridge and hop directly into the shower, eager to just get to bed. Their stomach feels like it's packed beyond maximum capacity as they step in the shower, and their chest feels tight. They realize that they ate everything wayyy too quickly and need to realize some pressure, so they try to push a burp out. It drags on for far longer than they expected, possibly due to the torrent of water exerting force on their bloated stomach.

     -They feel much better, so they keep pushing them up. They're all big like that, and it feels heavenly. The hot water and steam soothes all of their other aches and pains and washes off all of their grime at the same time. It feels almost like they're being cleansed every time another pocket of air makes its way up. By the end, they're clean, comfortably full, drowsy, and very relieved. They get into bed for some of the best sleep of their life.

-BURPS WHILE SHOWERING TOGETHER

     -Washing their back and pushing up a burp as a result, feeling it vibrate under their hands.

     -The proximity 😳. Imagine they don't want to burp close to the other (shorter) person’s face, so they push their face into their chest and angle their head up to push it out. It feels good, so without thinking, they start pushing the other person's entire body into their own stomach to try and force more out, apologizing once they realize what they were doing.

     -Or maybe they don’t really care at all, letting them fly wildly and ignoring the other person’s protests about how much it’s echoing in the small shower (and the fact that it’s a steam-filled, air-tight space), making some kind of comment about how they’re trying to “clean out the inside of their stomach” while they’re bathing.

[kinkmaster3000]

ahh you know how burps come up easier when youre sitting upright yeah imagine a real sleepy character getting up from a nice long rest (maybe they had some food then lay down bc the food made them sleepy :0) and they sit up and burp a whole bunch and are kinda surprised at themself maybe pat their chest a lil bit

I love this

They scarf down a huge meal and the drowsy feeling starts setting in before the uncomfortable pressure does. They nap for a few hours, oblivious to how bloated they are, and it gets worse as they digest their meal.

Regardless of what kind of person they are (or who might be in the room with them), their inhibitions will be totally lowered when they wake up in a drowsy haze, they’ll just be like “hmm… I’m really uncomfortable” and will just instinctively try to burp out the air that’s bothering them, pushing to get as much of it out as possible. They move to a sitting position, and it flows up almost effortlessly.

Or maybe they don’t even have time to think before it’s just happening. They awaken and try to sit up, and it all shifts into their chest and comes up on its own. They don’t really understand why they’re burping like that all of a sudden, but they know they feel better than they did a few seconds ago. Then they start to actually wake up, and the surprise (and possibly embarrassment) sets in

Also, I’ve definitely heard someone use the phrase “morning burps” before. Like, in the sense that they’ve had a bunch of air build up from digesting while they slept or something. I really hope that’s a real phenomenon because 😳

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(Cw: weight loss ads)

[kinkmaster3000]

eat green slop before bed = un-tummy

[kinkmaster3000]

same with the body image issues thing 🤝🤝🤝🤝

🤝🤝 Glad to hear I’m not alone but also I hate that you’re also going through that because it really fucking sucks 😔😔

[kinkmaster3000]

If I posted some non-fanfic kink writing would anyone be interested in reading it? Not planning on making fleshed out OC stories or anything, just kind of like the thought of writing some things with one-off characters

Like kinky short stories or something