Hi! I'm Cloud! And this is my kink blog! Read the rules to see what's on here and if it's not your jam, don't interact! Go and find something that's more to your liking.
What you'll find in order of importance:
-Eructo (The main one)
-Stuffing/Glutony
-Belly stuff (size, sound,...)
-size difference or G/t (If paired with the rest)
-Slob
-Eprocto
-Eventual vore
The big No-No:
-Scat and other bodily fluid
-Same size-vore
-Immobility
-diapers
-Emeto
Rules:
Everything will be tagged accorsingly. If one of the kink's your stuff but you don't like the rest, you can block the tags!
All content here is for my enjoyment first and foremost. I can take suggestions via asks but no guarantee I'll do them.
Both reblog and original stuff! Hence the suggestions and requests mentionned before.
If you think you found my main, no you haven't.
No roleplay, but prompts and imagines/scenarios are ok.
That's all the main stuff I think. Enjoy the show!
If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # that's upset you. Take care of yourselves 💜
Keep thinking about a cute gamer boy with cat earphones, dressed adorably in pink. Maybe he's wearing a sweater and sweatpants- casually comfy, or a cute little night dress that barely cover his tiny lace panties! Whatever he feels like.
He's locked into his game, face scrunching as he's stuck on a level. Every hit from the boss sends his controller shamelessly vibrating against his crotch - it's almost like he's dying on purpose!? But with every rumble between his legs, he feels his muscles tense, a tingling he can't deny and something else...
He had been gorging himself all day on takeout. His desk was strewn with the remains of greasy burger wrappers, monstrous animal frys, trays of mac and cheese, and milkshake cups. It had been his treat, gaming all day, and his favourite food. But now, all the grease and dairy were starting to churn in his stomach, bloating his gut till his clothes were straining against it. He's tried wriggling a few times, desperately attempting to find a comfortable position to relieve the pressure, but as his stomach swelled more and more, it was becoming painfully obvious he can't deny something needs to be done about it.
With another death to the boss, his controller whirrs up a storm against his most sensitive parts. He reclines back, propping his feet up on the desk and pulling up his top/dress to allow his belly to expand freely. A waft of his muggy balls drifted up, they had been growing sweaty against his leather gaming chair all day, it was about time he aired them out. Without even thinking, he gave them a small scratch, feeling the swampy mess they were marinating in behind his panties, before giving his fingers a quick whiff.
The distinct blush that had spread across his face was cut short by a sharp pain. Something churned in his gut and demanded attention.
An absentminded hand digs into the swollen mass, massaging the tender, gurgling mess he made. Our gamer boy had gorged himself so thoroughly he couldn't even see his panties beneath his belly. And as his fingers dug deeper into the taut gut, he was greeted with an ominous rumble, and then...
Pbbfffttt...fftt..pBBFFFBTTtt!
Sharp, hot and spicy.
His hole fluttered open, desperately trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure inside of him. He groaned deeply, feeling the tension ease immediately, he bared down harder.
PPFFTTBBBTTTRRRRFFffffuuppp!!!
A strong gust blew out of him, sending a sour wave of putrid gas wafting from between his legs. He sniffed deeply, feeling himself harden at the noxious cloud he just created. How someone as cute as him could create a smell so vile. He dropped the controller onto his seat, he could feel it still vibrating where he was stuck in a death loop to the boss, but he didn't care. He needed both hands for this.
His fingers splayed as both palms firmly dug into his gut. He was rewarded with a deep gurgle that sent his heart fluttering. There was something big trapped inside of him, very big, and it needed to come out - now.
uuUrpp...Bwuuropp...URP!
Jiggling his tight gut as much as he could, he dislodged a couple rogue burps, not bothering to use his fist to cover them. He could feel the warmth of them against his face and God did they STINK! He blew another breath, almost tempted to fan them away but he was interrupted by a sharp drop in his stomach.
He crumpled further into his slouch, suddenly pushing hard as pressure pushed against his puckered hole. ffffFpptt...
Airy and tight, he struggled to push out the massive bubble of gas stuck behind his sore hole. But then- vbbbttt.. VVBBBTTT!!! His controller vibrated again, right against his ass. He ceased up, blushing deeply as the sensation sent a fresh wave of tingling pressure through his crotch and then.. VVVBBTTT-VVVBB - PBBFFFTTT!!!
The vibrations coaxed out a wave of burbling gas, deep and bassy. The foul odour of milk, cheese, and something greasy puffed against the controller. He whinced, disgusted to defile his favourite custom controller like this- but... it felt so good. Reaching down, he pressed it harder against his tight hole, feeling ot vibrate louder- harder. VvvVVVBBTT- PFFFFTT- VVvvvUBBT- BBRRRPPPFFFTTT- PPFFTTBLUUTTT- FTTTP!!!!!
The sudden shockwave of violent vibrations sent his hole blubbering open. The thundering sound was defeaning, his eyes rolled back as he felt his stomach deflate beneath his palm. And then the smell hit him again, a fresh assault of hot eggy stench, filling his gaming room in a cloud of green.
He was breathless, his legs shook with the force of the gas, his hole winking open and closed with the last airy puffs. Breathing a sigh of relief, he dared to lift up his controller- no damage... but...
He lifted it to his nose and took a whiff.
A sour, sharp stench smacked the back of his throat immediately and would have made him wretch if it wasn't so addictive. Sneaking a few extra sniffs- just to make sure. Before discarding it on his desk and sitting up. He was empty.
bBBWWORRUUURRRPPP - URPP!!!
He thumped his chest with a fist, dislodging the final bubble in his chest.
❗️❗️This post contains: farting (in water), bloating, belly noises
If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # s that's upset you. Take care of yourselves 💜
Your FC has had a long, hard day. Finally relieved to come home and unwind with a nice hot bath. They take their time, ensuring the water is steamy, filled with bubbles, and the most luxurious bath salts to soothe their tense muscles.
Slipping down into the water, FC sighs with relief, head lulling back, eyes drifting closed - they deserve this. They've worked so hard today, and they deserve the time to relax. But by the time they open their eyes, the bubbles have already dissolved, the water is cooling down, and their muscles still ache - no, their muscles... their belly hurts!
They had been so stressed today that they completely neglected the growing cramp in their midriff. And now, with a moment to breathe, it's all they can focus on. Shifting uncomfortably elicited a deep gurgle from deep within their gut, a bubbling warble that had FC moaning slightly. Their hands drift to their destended stomach, splayed fingers massaging the taut surface in a futile attempt to soothe the stitch.
Reclining back, FC scrunches their legs up, trying to relax their muscles. But then- phffft.
Tiny bubbles float to the surface of the bath, popping and releasing a foul stench that spoils the lavender soaps. FC nose crinkles a little, but the slight shift in pressure was too good to ignore. Propping their legs higher, FC feels their hole puff open in a weak attempt to release the tension. Fffffffffssshrt-BLOUBbb...
A torrent of larger bubbles rushed out of their rear, tickling their crotch, before busting at the surface with a loud pop. The odour of eggs and something sour teased the source of the intense discomfort, it was foul but... alluring.
The slight deflation and tickle against their most intimate parts felt too good to ignore. Surely a little more won't hurt- the whole reason they're having a bath was to relax anyway.
fbrrrrRRBRRRRLLLTTTT... ffbrbBRRRBTTT!
A series of louder, more aggressive farts escaped them, tainting the floral scented bathroom with rancid air. FC threw their head back with a moan, the relief made them pant, inhaling the thick stench around them. bbbBBRRRRTTLLLLTTTTT!
The flood gates were open, and they just kept coming. FC didn't even have to bear down and strain to push them out. They could feel their hole fluttering open involuntarily, thick hot bubbles rushing past and massaging their crotch, before popping at the surface. They couldn't stop blushing, panting and sniffing the vile bubbles deeply.
fbrrrRRRRRBBTLLTBFFff!! fffBBt- ffrrFBRRTTT!
The trumpeting farts boomed out of FC and they whimper with sweet relief, digging their fingers into their deflating stomach till the flesh began to kneed like soft dough. Bbbfftt bbrrlltt...
• smiles after burping loud or farting on me cuz she knows i wont be normal abt it
• burps + makes eye contact while my face is close to hers, usually when im going in for a kiss
• burps and farts on me in public
• burps/farts as loud as she wants next to me while i'm on the phone w/ friends, even if theyre on speaker. plus just burps loud when we're hanging out with others in general
• casually burps and tells me what it tastes like when we're in public
• picks her nose in front of me
• responds to something i said with a belch, sometimes followed with "thats what i think of that"
• sneakily farts on me/in my face when we're hanging with other people
• burping whenever she sits up or stands up
• hugging me and burping in my face/ear in the process
- 🧋
you are living the dream anon, I love this for you 🥰 her being unashamed to do those things even in public just to fluster you is 🙏🙏 just incredible. goals 😵💫
It's really coming down outside, ain't it? It's so much more peaceful in here with you. I want nothing more than to cozy up, laying blissfully on your chest, drifting off to the rhythm of your heartbeat, fully submitting to your calming presence. As my eyes begin to grow heavy, I let out a little fart. I've been gassy all morning but you never seemed to mind. A wave of gas begins to emerge from my rear. We're soon to be enveloped in a cloud that reeks of me. It's a stench you know all too well.
I point my end to the ceiling and let my farts fly. You run your fingers through my hair while basking in the aroma of your gassy boyfriend. I hear you inhaling harder and decide it'd be easier if you got it straight from the source. I turn over and plant my ass on your abdomen and start blasting directly onto you. You tell me how much you love the vibrations. Your squirms with pleasure excite me. How wonderful it is to make you so happy with nothing but my farting ass.
I back myself up even further and start marking you as my own. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel the hot puffs blow over your face. The air of the room grows heavy with my scent. There's no escaping this hotbox of my own making. You tell me my gas is like the rain in that it never seems to end. I smirk and release another hefty fart.
Gassy neighbor that you constantly hear burping and farting through the walls of your apartment, at first you blame it on thin walls but then you start hanging out with them and find out nope, they’re just that loud
being a janitor at a gym late, cleaning up. when a big, sweaty person calls you over. "hey, I need your help." they say before pushing you down on the exercise machine and then sitting down on your face. "you dont want my farts to soak into the bench, right? this is easier to clean" they grin before grinding their ass into your face and letting out a ripe protein fart. the first of many.
and you’re wiping down the machines, but the huge, sweaty wet ass-imprint seems permanently engrained in the seat. not to mention the godawful smell.
its late, nobody else is around. and then someone huge is lumbering towards you - shit-eating grin on their face as they chug the last of their protein shake. they rattle out a gross, wet belch — banging it out of their chest before shoving you into the seat and suddenly dropping their massive, sweaty ass globes of flesh nd muscle on your face. rubbing it in as you hear the ominous gurgle above you. “sorry, man.” they call, not sounding very sorry at all. you can feel their pucker rub against your nose through the musky, mesh fabric of their shorts. pushing out deep, grumbling protein farts and grunting in relief. your struggles are fruitless - they can pin you down just by their thighs. at your thrashing, they laugh, shaking their ass a little. they’re so heavy it almost hurts. “pipe down now, hey? there are worse things i could make you clean up.”
It was actually one of my first fantasies before I even knew I had that kink, LOL
I always imagined a board game with like pills that you would take depending on the tile you land, and each of them had an effect. Some were bigger burps and farts, others were worse smell, others even just weight gain, and on the board there were these "death tile", that would shrunk down the person and put them in a bag where the other opponents were to let all of their gasses loose in the bag. Sometimes, one person would get so big or gassy she would be contained in a room, or, if she went giant, she would only have her rear stuck inside an empty building so she could let it rip without killing anyone lol
idk what was going on but younger me was a freak and a very good vision
